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<P>Predatory Mothers</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">by Ironbuddah</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Chapter 9: A Sign on the Door</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel frowned at the pile of tops on
her bed. She had not been happy to receive a call from Joseph's
school informing her that the school counselor wanted to meet with
her this afternoon. There was no telling what kind of trouble she
might be in, depending on how much of a filter Joseph applied when
speaking with the counselor. Looking in the mirror, she decided that
the current top she had on wasn't suitable either. Even if she did
put a bra on under it, she would have to be constantly adjusting the
deep v neck to keep it from sliding down obscenely.
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Much as she liked the way it looked,
she knew that it would soon be joining the pile. Ariel couldn't help
but bounce around a bit until her big boobs worked their way free
from the slinky top. She felt her pussy juice start to flow. She
always felt sexy as hell when her tits bounced out of a top.
Sighing, she peeled that top off and threw it into the pile. Putting
her bra on, she switched to sweaters. The first one was way too
tight. She'd have teen boys walking into walls the way this sweater
stretched across her tits. She switched to a baggy fuzzy sweater,
which actually made her chest look even larger. However, it didn't
fit as tightly. She concluded that this top, of anything she owned,
was the least likely to be objectionable to a school official.
Sighing, Ariel picked up her keys and headed downstairs to leave for
Joseph's school.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph wolfed down his lunch and headed
into the hall. He was hoping to dump a load of cum into Dana before
afternoon classes started. After cuddling in bed with his mother,
there hadn't been time before school. He really hoped she would
excuse him from one of his afternoon classes too. Despite how sore
his cock was from over fucking both the older women in his life, all
Joseph could think about was how he could do it more often.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph's felt his hope go into a free
fall when he saw that there was a 1:00 PM appointment on the sign-up
sheet outside Ms. Laymon's office door. His blood nearly froze in
his veins as he realized whose name was in that slot. “What the
fuck? Ariel Hughes, one o'clock today!” Joseph imagined his
mother rounding the corner and bumping into him with her voluptuous
body. He could easily end up whipping his cock out and fucking his
mother right there in the hallway. Then everyone would know his
shameful secret. He fled down the hallway.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Hey, no running in the hall!” a
teacher behind Joseph called out. Joseph paid him no mind as he
dashed into the bathroom.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">There were several guys in the
bathroom, which was probably inevitable during a lunch period.
Joseph kept running until he entered an empty stall and slammed the
door behind him.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Who was that?” One of the teen
boys asked.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Another answered, “I think it was
Hughes.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Damn Hughes! What's the rush?”
Another boy called out.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph didn't answer them. His big
cock was rock hard, and he was afraid it would be seen through gaps
in the stall. He trapped it between his thighs. He was so horny
from thinking about both Dana and his mother, that he couldn't keep
himself from stimulating himself by squeezing his thighs tight around
his engorged cock over and over. It only took a minute before he
ejaculated. He groaned, and his cum dripped off his legs into the
toilet.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Dude, don't hurt yourself!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Let's get out of here before he
starts stinking the place up.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Having temporarily cleared the
bathroom; Joseph fisted his shaft and began pumping it viciously to
make himself cum a second time so he could get soft enough to go back
out into the hall without an embarrassing boner in his pants.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana tried to smile pleasantly as she
greeted Joseph's mother. “I'm glad you could meet me on such short
notice Ms. Hughes.” On the inside however, Dana was troubled. She
wasn't used to having any competition in the looks department,
especially from a woman her own age. Joseph had described his mother
as young looking, but she could easily pass as his sister instead of
his mother. She really wouldn't look out of place in one of the
senior classrooms. Looking at how Ariel's long blond hair fell to
her waist, Dana considered letting her own hair grow out. Dana also
wasn't used to having any competition in the size of her bust either,
but Joseph's mother seemed to have a pair of melons under her sweater
that rivaled her own.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">While Dana was sizing up Ariel, Ariel
was sizing up the counselor. She noted Dana's young looking face,
and worried that she was fresh out of college and would insist on
doing everything by the book. That could be trouble for her
depending on what Joseph had told the counselor. “It was no
trouble, really.” Ariel lied. “If Joseph is having
difficulties, of course I would like to help with them as quickly as
possible.” Looking at the counselor's suit coat, and the width of
her hips, Ariel concluded that the young woman was on the stocky
side. Ariel smiled at the thought of the prim looking woman growing
fat by the time she was in her thirties.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Please sit down Ms. Hughes.” Dana
stated pointing to the couch in her office. Dana wondered if Ariel
would have taken a seat on the couch so quickly if she had known how
many times she had fucked and sucked Joseph on that very couch. Dana
started her questioning. “I'm not sure how to put this delicately
Ms. Hughes. Joseph is telling me that you dress rather immodestly
around the house.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“So that's what Joseph told you, that
I dress immodestly?” Ariel said cautiously. “I don't want to
seem vain, but there is a limit to what I can do to conceal my body.
Are you sure this isn't just a teenage boy who hasn't gotten used to
being the only male in the house with his mother after his parents
have divorced?” Ariel tried to look innocent in hopes that
explanation would suffice. At least her son seemed to have had
enough sense not to say anything about how she had been trying to
seduce him with varying degrees of success over the last week.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I see. I hate to have to bring this
up, since you seem to be dressed appropriately, within the limits of
your figure. However, Joseph tells me that you rarely wear a bra
around the house. For example, he tells me that it is quite common
for you to wear a men's t-shirt without a bra around the house. Is
this true?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel frowned. “Well, as you can
see, I am quite slim and rather stacked. My bras need to be custom
made, and they are decidedly expensive. I try to make them last as
long as possible by not wearing them at home when I am able to go
braless. Surely this is a logical and reasonable thing for me to
do.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, I can appreciate your desire
for thrift. But I must ask you, if going braless bothers your son,
wouldn't you say that you are actually unable to go braless when he
is at home?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Changing the subject, Ariel asked a
question of her own. “If I may, could I bring up a concern I have
about my son?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Of course.” Dana answered. “We
are here to help him after all.” Dana considered her answer
ironic, as the real reason she had called Ariel to ask for a meeting
was to confirm her suspicion that the blond slut had successfully
managed to seduce her son. She actually gave Ariel credit for
dressing in a way that wasn't completely trashy. She had half
expected Joseph's mother to show up at school in a tube top or
something with a plunging neckline.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“My son seems to masturbate a great
deal. As soon as he returns home from school he runs up the stairs
and locks his door. A minute or two later, you can hear his
headboard thumping as he pleasures himself.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh dear!” Dana said with mock
concern. She could see Ariel's face start to flush and her pupils
begin to dilate as she spoke of her son's masturbation. Dana could
feel herself reacting the same way to thoughts of Joseph's cock, but
she doubted the other woman would notice such things. “Have you
tried talking with your son about this behavior?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Many times.” Ariel answered;
relieved she wasn't answering questions about herself. She was also
glad to be able to answer without needing to make something up.
“Both sternly and gently. However, my son still spends hours a day
playing with himself.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Hours a day? Are you sure?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yes, he's not quiet about it.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Interesting. That would be unusual
behavior for the average teenage male, but it might be normal for one
with a very high sex drive.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't think I would call it
normal.” Ariel disagreed. “One time I asked him if there were
any girls at school who might be able to help him out. I know it's
probably wrong for me to encourage my son to become sexually active,
but he didn't seem interested in girls his own age.” Ariel didn't
add that Joseph had finally confessed to lusting after her own body
when she asked her son that question.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, it sounds like you would agree
that your son does appear to have a fantastic sex drive.” Dana
stated.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't know if I'd call it
fantastic, but he does seem to be horny much of the time.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“What about you Ms. Hughes? Are you
horny much of the time? Have you been sexually frustrated since your
recent divorce?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel was clearly flustered. Finally
she said, “I don't see how those questions will help Joseph.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Perhaps you're right. Would you
mind if I tried an experiment instead.” Dana had recovered from
the initial jealousy she felt over the way Ariel looked. Joseph
might have resisted getting his hands on those big ripe tits, or
kissing those pouty lips, or running his hands through that long
blond hair. Dana didn't think she would put up much of a fight if
Ariel had been trying to seduce her. However, in the experiment Dana
had in mind, she would be the one seducing Ariel.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel answered hesitantly. “What
kind of experiment?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Don't worry, you really don't have
to do anything except sit on my couch and answer a few simple
questions.” Dana knelt on the floor in front of Ariel and started
rubbing the other woman's knee. “Does that feel pleasant?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It's not unpleasant.” Ariel
replied, still unsure of the counselor's actions.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Rubbing her hand back and forth between
Ariel's knee and mid thigh, Dana asked, “How about this?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“What are you doing?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Relax, it's just a little technique
I use on the high school girls I counsel from time to time.” Ariel
spread her knees a bit, and Dana started rubbing both of the blonde's
denim covered legs.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ugh! I don't think this is
appropriate.” Despite her protests, Ariel opened her legs wider.
Her faced was flushed red, and her breathing rapid.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Don't worry; this is strictly in the
interest of science.” Dana's hands now nearly reached the crotch
of Ariel's jeans on the upstroke. Ariel scooted her butt on the
couch, practically offering to let the brunette rub her pussy through
her pants.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana did just that, smiling as she made
Joseph's mother moan. “You do seem to have quite a high sex drive
yourself Ms. Hughes. Do you think there might be a genetic component
to your son's seemingly compulsive need to masturbate?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Maybe!” Ariel squealed.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Would you mind if I took off my
jacket?” Ariel's reaction when she realized that the conservative
looking suit coat concealed an hourglass figure instead of a stocky
one was a bit different from her son's.
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">It only took a moment for Ariel to put
two and two together. This was Joseph's mystery woman; someone he
could fuck without her becoming his girlfriend. “You bitch!
You're the one who's been fucking my son and wearing him out so much
that he barely has time for me!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana's face lit up in triumph. “I
knew it! I never could get Joseph to admit it, but I knew someone as
horny as he is couldn't resist a woman built like you, even if you
are his mother!” Dana exclaimed.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, he resisted pretty damn well!”
Ariel said bitterly. Eyes narrowing, the angry mother hissed. “I
could have you fired for what you've done with my son! Hell, I could
have you arrested. You practically kidnapped him this weekend.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana countered with her own threats.
“I could have child protective services take Joseph away from you
and send him back to his father. For that matter, you admitted to
fucking him too, which is just as illegal as what I did. If you try
to take me down, you're going down with me!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“So where does that leave us?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“We could pick up where we left off.”
Dana suggested rubbing Ariel's legs again.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh! You can't be serious. What
kind of whore are you, trying to have sex with the mother of one of
your boy toys? I hate you!” Ariel moaned unconvincingly.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Mmm, I don't think you hate me. And
what kind of whore has sex with her son? To be honest, I hated you
for how beautiful you were when you first walked in my door. I was
so jealous. Back to Joseph, I have been trying to help him cure his
desire for you by fucking his brains out. Unlike you, I always kept
my body covered up around my own son David. He's a year or two
younger than Joseph.”
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Holding onto her anger, Ariel yelled.
“So you're saying I'm a bad mother!”
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Actually I'm thankful. It sent me
one of the most amazing pieces of meat I've ever had the pleasure of
riding. I enjoy it too much, really. I had assumed Joseph was lying
when he told me how he resisted you, but if I had been wrong you
could have had me arrested and fired.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“He really did resist more than you
would have expected. That first night you fucked him, he did leave
me high and dry. Other times he'd fuck me just a little bit, and
then go lock himself in his room while I was recovering from my
orgasm.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't feel quite so bad now
hearing that.” Dana explained further. “Last night, your son
pulled out of me mid stroke when he heard my son come home. Let me
tell you that was quite a blow to my ego.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Suddenly feeling sympathy for her son's
illicit lover, Ariel patted Dana on the head. “Oh, you poor thing!
Isn't it awful to be deprived of that fat cock head plowing through
you pussy?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It's the worst!” Dana agreed.
“However, it made me try something I hadn't before. I told myself
it was a scientific experiment to help me tell if Joseph was telling
the truth when he said he hadn't fucked you, but it was probably more
wounded pride and extreme horniness. However, I showed my son my
body without coving it all up. He hardly recognized me.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“So, you're just like me? You tried
to seduce your own son too.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh yeah! I'd have never thought to
try if Joseph hadn't told me about you. And guess what.”
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“What?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Even though David's cock isn't as
thick as Joseph's, it's even longer! Also, just like your son, he
stays hard until he cums twice.” Dana giggled. “We must have
the same taste in men, to have ended up with two sons who have such
similar sexual potency!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Did your son have a problem with
incest, Ms. Laymon?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ms. Hughes, I'm pleased to report
that he took to it like a duck to water!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ah fuck! Now I'm jealous. All this
talk of big dicks and cumming twice has got my blood boiling. I wish
your son were here to fuck me right now!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“He might like that, but I'm not
sure. I think I need to do some more research before I could make a
firm recommendation.” Dana undid the snap of Ariel's jeans and
unzipped the fly. “Well, you're pussy certainly seems juicy
enough. Your panties are soaked. However, David really likes to eat
pussy. I think I'd better do a taste test before I make up my mind.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“With the number of mind blowing
orgasms you cost me last week, your tongue better not cramp up!”
Ariel teased as she stood up and pulled her jeans and panties down
you her knees.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Wow! I love your bush. Your pussy
hairs are so soft and curly. It's like a little hair bikini. Mine
are coarse and nasty, so I just wax everything off.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Sounds like you're trying to get me
to munch on your bald pussy Ms. Laymon.” Putting her hand on the
back of Dana's head Ariel continued. “Maybe later. You're getting
me off a couple of times before I even think about doing you any
favors. You owe me for Joseph's services last week.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana attacked Ariel's clit with her
tongue. She didn't use the alphabet trick on Joseph's mother. She
wanted to let David spring that one on the horny blond. As worked up
Ariel was, Dana knew more than enough to get her off several times in
rapid succession. Ask the blond was catching her breath, Dana asked.
“So, are you interested in exercising your tongue a bit Ms.
Hughes?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel grunted. “Maybe, if it's a
sixty-nine position Ms. Laymon. Aren't we being awfully formal?
Shouldn't I know your first name if I'm going to eat your pussy while
you eat mine?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Smiling, the counselor replied as she
hitched her suit skirt up to her waist. “I thought you'd never
ask. I'm Dana, and can I call you Ariel?” The two women lay down
on the floor with their faces in each other's crotches. Except to
call out in pleasure when one woman made the other cum, they licked
each other's slit for a good fifteen minutes solid.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel was the first one to cry for
mercy. “Enough, I can't take any more oral without taking a big
dick for a little variety! Can I go use your son?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh, I'd be embarrassed to let him go
at someone as experienced as you right now. He's got a little
premature ejaculation problem, but I'm working on it.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I'm sure you'll be able to take care
of it. You did wonders for Joseph's stamina and control. He can
practically fuck without stopping now.” Ariel stood up, shedding
her pants and panties in the process.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ooh! Let me check out your ass!”
Dana gushed. Ariel arched her back and stuck out her butt for
inspection. “That's nice and round!” Dana admired. “Check
out mine!” Dana hiked her skirt up even higher and mimicked
Ariel's pose.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Holy fuck! Dana, you ass is
amazing!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I know.” Dana giggled. “I
think I gave your son a boner getting his file out of my cabinet. Of
course it could have been when you tried to suck his cock that
morning.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You vain, tricky little slut. You
knew I was doing more than walking around my house without a bra on!”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yeah, but I was trying to figure out
what Joseph wasn't being honest about. I was hardly going to get
answers out of you if I pissed you off right out of the gate. I
irritated you enough with the questions I did ask. Enough of that
though, show me your tits!”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Only if you show me yours!” Ariel
countered as she pulled her sweater over her head. Once she was
standing there in nothing but her bra, she saw Dana unbuttoning her
blouse. “Damn, your jugs are way bigger than mine!”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I'm not used to having competition
in the size department. I was worried when I saw you in your
sweater.” Dana admitted.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yeah, that loose thick knit makes
them look huge.” Ariel explained. “But I thought it looked less
slutty than a really tight one.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You'll have to let me borrow it
sometime; it would be tight and make my tits looks even bigger than
they are! Look at that itty bitty little waist you've got. Now I'm
jealous again.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“We're already borrowing each other's
clothing?” Ariel wondered.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“We're already planning on trading
sexual favors from our sons.” Dana point out.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh yeah. Well, don't worry about
staying jealous, you'll feel better when you can see exactly how much
bigger your boobs are than mine.” Ariel assured the other woman.
Both women unhooked their bras, and except for Dana's business skirt
bunched around her waist like a belt, both were naked. Ariel grabbed
one of Dana's silver dollar sized nipples and sucked at it before
lifting one of her own jugs and offering her smaller but puffier
conical nipple to the counselor.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana squeezed and sucked before asking.
“Your tits are so soft. Are they real?” Ariel nodded and
stumbled back to the couch. In a daze, she started fingering her own
pussy. “Oh, you poor thing! You're starved for cock aren't you?”
Ariel nodded again.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana sat down on the couch next to the
blond, and gently replaced Ariel's fingers with her own. “I know
it's not like either one of our sons big cocks, but this will have to
do for a while.” Ariel clung to the brunette while she had her
pussy fingered and stroked. The two started French kissing while
Dana got Ariel off again and again.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ariel, I know you're so horny you
can hardly think right now, but wouldn't it be wonderful if you could
have guilt free sex from Joseph like I get from David?” Ariel
moaned an affirmative answer, and Dana continued. “I think I can
get Joseph over his feelings of guilt, but I need you to not try to
seduce him for a few days.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh! I don't know if I can!”
Ariel wailed.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Don't you know any other guys who
would stick it to you? It can't be that hard to get laid looking
like you do.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, it isn't.” Ariel stated
without boasting. “Ever since I saw my own son's giant cock,
everyone else's just seems small and feeble now.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It'll just be for a few days. Right
now Joseph can keep blaming you when you have sex because you
initiate the incestuous contact. But if you're being all prim and
proper and he has to fuck you anyway, then he'll have to admit that
he has a special desire to fuck his mother! I'll keep fucking him
just enough that he won't have any choice to admit it.”
</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't know.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Trust me, after a few days without
sex from his Mommy, he'll be the one attacking you sexually.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel admitted, “Well, there was a
guy at Home Depot who wasn't too bad. And the mailman would probably
start fucking me again if he rearranged his route so that he went
down our street in the morning while Joseph is at school.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">The afternoon was another complete
waste of Joseph's time academically. The only thing he could think
of was his mother telling Dana about all the incestuous sex they had.
Dana would never want to so much as talk to him again, much less
fuck him. He just knew he was doomed to never have sex with anyone
but his mother ever again.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Having used her office as a sex spot
for many years, Dana had everything she needed to freshen up after
just about any sexual escapade. Ariel was helping her press wrinkles
out of her skirt, and she was touching up her makeup. Ariel stopped
her when she reached for her lipstick</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Wait, don't do that yet.” Before
Dana could ask why, Ariel planted a warm, wet French kiss on her.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Mmm, that was nice.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">With big blue eyes staring at her,
Ariel asked Dana. “We're partners right, I don't do anything to
aggravate Joseph's neurotic hang-ups about having sex with his
mother, and you'll get rid of all his guilt?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That's the plan. And I'm sending
David your way as soon as he can fuck me with balls full of cum for
five minutes solid.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That sounds so wonderful.” Ariel
sighed. “Do you really think Joseph has a special desire to fuck
me, and that it's not just general horniness?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I do. Something you told me clicked
with some things he says to me every now and again. Just be good for
a few days, and we'll be having orgies with both our sons before you
know it.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Putting his hands in his pockets to try
to put his unrelenting hard on in a position that didn't make riding
a bike miserable, Joseph realized he had to add another problem to
the long list of things that were tormenting him. He had a key to
the shed, but not one to get back inside his house. He would have
gladly stayed at Dana's but for the fact that her son had returned
home. That left him with no option but to return to his own house,
where no doubt, his mother was waiting to continue her obscene
seductions. He knew he was in no condition to resist his mother
tonight. He had stopped fucking Dana mid stroke, and his cock was
letting him know how upset it was with him.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">For one thing it was sore from all the
fucking he had done this weekend. For another, it refused to get any
softer, so riding a bike was just painful. Worst of all was the
nagging fear that he had been having unprotected sex with his mother,
off and on, for almost a week now. The though of impregnating his
mother should have made his dick limp as a noodle, but it was having
the absolute opposite effect. That terrible idea was just as
responsible for his inability to get soft as his interrupted sex with
Dana. His cock demanded release inside a woman's pussy, and Joseph
couldn't get the lurid fantasy of filling his mother's cunt with cum
one more time out of his head.
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Muttering to himself, Joseph admitted.
“I guess it doesn't matter if I have to knock on the door. Even if
I had a key, that wouldn't stop me from trying to knock my slutty
mother up again before I ask her if she's using some sort of birth
control tonight.” Joseph tried to rationalize his uncontrollable
desire with his goal of not being the kind of son who fucks his
mother. “It's not my fault. If Dana's son hadn't come home, I
could have finished up inside of Dana and I wouldn't need to do these
horrible things to my Mommy.”
</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Even as he said that, it made more
guilt flare up. The first few times he fucked his mother, he had
been able to flee back to his room after his lust was spent, but now
he knew that once he succumbed to her body he was helpless. It
wasn't fair, why did every inch of his mother have to be so perfect?
It felt so good to hold her in his arms, cuddling her and kissing her
after sex. All that good satisfying sex he had with Dana this
weekend was going to be wasted, just because her son had come home
early.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph's catalog of problems didn't
include the fact that the woman he depended on for what he considered
good sex was in the process of seducing her own son. That was
probably a good thing. In his confused state, there was no telling
what that knowledge might have done to him.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David sat on his mother's bed, under
the covers. He was watching his mother wash her face and otherwise
get ready for bed. There wouldn't have been much unusual about this
except for the fact that his mother was doing this completely naked
and that she had left the door open. David's cock was quickly
recovering from having been sucked and fucked for the first time down
in the garage. It was rapidly making an obscene tent out of his
mother's sheets.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Hey Mom! Scoot over to the left a
little bit.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“But I won't be able to see myself in
the mirror as well.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yeah, but I'll be able to see you
better.” David leered.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana actually blushed slightly at her
son's lewd comment. However, not only did she scoot over, she arched
her back to put her augmented breasts proudly on display. “Is that
better baby?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David couldn't hide his enthusiasm as
he responded, “Oh yeah!” His cock was growing to its full length
under the sheets. Unused to anything touching his cock when it was
hard, David shuddered as the sheets shifted to accommodate his
lengthening member.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana's big boobs jiggled like Jello as
she brushed her teeth. She heard her son sigh, and she could see him
staring intently in the mirror. She started exaggerating the motions
needed to brush her teeth, which really set her large round breasts
bouncing wildly.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Damn Mom! I know you left the door
open, but I feel like a peeping tom; the luckiest peeping tom in the
world.” David guessed that his mother's teeth were now clean, but
she kept brushing to put on a show for him. Suddenly he realized it
was too good a show. “Wait Mom! Stop!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana froze, “What's wrong.” If her
breasts had stopped moving as quickly as she had, David might have
maintained control, but her heavy jugs swayed like pendulums as they
slowly came to rest.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">It was too much for David's
inexperienced cock. “I'm too...excited...Ugh! Think
I'm...gonna...cum!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana hurried back into the bedroom.
“Oh no! Don't waste it son!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David was bucking his hips like he was
fucking the bed sheet, and large wet spots we forming as he came on
the sheets. “I can't help it. I'm not used to boobs bouncing or
anything soft rubbing against my hard cock.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, we'll just have to do
something about that son. I intend to give you plenty of opportunity
to practice on me! Are you staying hard?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yeah, I think so.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Good, I need some more hard cock
inside me.” Dana straddled her son, but wasn't used to his length.
“I like fucking big cocks, but yours is one of the longest I've
ever seen. I'm going to have to lift up a bit to get you inside me.
While she talked, Dana fisted her son's shaft to guide it back inside
her. Mother and son both sighed in pleasure as she slid down his
pole. “Are you ready baby?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Sure am.” David sighed as he
closed his eyes.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana started bouncing up and down,
riding her own son in her bed. David opened his eyes. “Man I love
bouncing tits!” He exclaimed. He reached up and grabbed hold of
his mother's knockers. “Oh shit, cumming again!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Dana scowled, “Damn it!” She rode
her sons cock as best she could, milking it for cum and eeking what
pleasure she could out of the short fuck, but she didn't climax this
time. “We have really got to work on this son.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Worried, David tried to assure his
mother. “I'll be a good student, I promise!”</P>
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Dana couldn't stay frustrated with her boy. She giggled, “I know
baby. In a few days, you'll be fucking like a porn star. For now,
let's get some sleep. Remember though, if you wake up with a boner,
you wake me up too.” David indicated that he understood as he
cuddled up to his mother's curvaceous body.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph tried the door and found it
open, but it was a minor consolation. He heard the sounds of moaning
and bodies slapping together, but he immediately knew it wasn't his
mother. The sounds were coming from the TV. His mom had left a porn
DVD in the player and had apparently fallen asleep. As he walked
into the living room, Joseph cursed his luck. His mother was asleep,
and if he had properly satisfied his cock with Dana he could simply
head to his room. Instead he was planning to wake his mother up and
ask her if he could fuck her.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">It turned out he didn't even need to do
that. Even though she had a shirt on, Ariel was naked from the waist
down, and once again her sex toys were strewn about the living room.
Trembling with intense need, Joseph stripped off his pants and aimed
his aching tool at his mother's snatch. He sighed as he discovered
her slit to be still wet. He couldn't believe he had been reduced to
jabbing his hard cock into his mother's sleeping body, but he didn't
even really think about the decision. It was just something he had
to do.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Something else he had to do was cum.
It horrified him to think about the possibility of impregnating his
mother, but something about the forbidden possibility had his cock
spewing forth cum before he was even half way inside. Joseph shouted
“What's wrong with me?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel stirred, and wrapped her long
legs around her son's body. She had pulled his spasming cock all the
way inside her before she opened her eyes. “Mmm, I want you to
wake me up like that from now on. That's almost enough to make me
forgive you for leaving me all alone this weekend. I was so worried
that your girlfriend was going to wear you out and leave you too
tired to be seduced.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't have a girlfriend.”
Joseph said without thinking.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Your fuck buddy then. I don't care
what you call her. I'm just glad you're fucking me again. Take me
up to my room so we have room in my big bed to fuck properly.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh Hell!” Joseph moaned. He
rested his head on his mother's chest. The question that was
tormenting him was almost enough to get him to start fucking his
mother again right on the couch. He knew he had to ask it now before
he tried anything else.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Squeezing her son's head to her tits
Ariel asked, “You're not planning on trying to resist me again, are
you?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“No, I don't think I'm capable of
that once I get started anymore.” Joseph sighed. “I've got a
question that's bothering me, but just thinking about it makes my
cock want to explode inside of you. Ugh! I can't help it. Just
thinking about it; it's too much. I can't control myself.” Joseph
grabbed his mother's hips and started banging her again.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel responded enthusiastically with
her body. “Oh, that must be a good question. Ask it. Ask me
anything! There's no way I could lie to you with your big dick
filling me up son!”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Frantically fucking his mother, Joseph
couldn't get the question out. “Are you? Could you be? Could I
be?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Damn it Joseph! I don't know what
you're getting at, but you're giving it to your Mommy good tonight!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh shit! What I'm trying to ask is:
Is this safe?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Safe? Like as in safe sex?
Sometimes you're a silly boy Joseph.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Mommy! Just answer the question!
Thinking about fathering a baby in you is killing me!” Joseph
yelled as he slammed his giant cock into his mother hard.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It can't be bothering you that
much.” Ariel muttered under her breath. Before she could give a
serious answer, her eyes rolled back into her head as Joseph's
intense fucking caused his sexy mother to cum; shaking, she pulled
up her shirt, baring one of her large natural breasts and squeezing
on it as she orgasmed. The added visual stimulation was too much for
Joseph, who dumped another load into, what he feared, was his
mother's unprotected pussy.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">When mother and son caught their
breath, Joseph accused his mother. “We're having unsafe sex aren't
we? I could have just knocked you up if I haven't done it earlier in
the week.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Joesph, do you have any brothers or
sisters?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“What's me being an only child got to
do with me maybe knocking you up?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel rolled her eyes. “I'm going to
give your cock a chance to return some blood to your brain before I
answer that.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Finally Joseph realized what his
mother's question implied. “Wait, you said you were cheating on
Dad all the time. With all the acting slutty and stuff, you'd have
had a bun in the oven long before now if you weren't taking
precautions. I mean, if I don't have any brothers and sisters that
must mean you're on the pill or that patch thing, or something.
Right?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You were really worried about that,
weren't you? But not worried enough to wake me up and ask before you
started fucking me in my sleep?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“No, I'm so ashamed. I shouldn't
have done that, but I couldn't help myself. It's even worse than
what I want to do now.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“And what's that?” Ariel asked
grinning.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I want to take my sexy Mommy
upstairs and cuddle her, and kiss her sexy lips, and stare into her
beautiful blue eyes. Ugh! I can't believe it. Telling you those
things is making my cock get hard again. I'm so confused. Will you
suck my dick Mommy? It's so sore from all the fucking I did this
weekend.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Don't worry; Mommy's going to take
good care of her confused boy.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ugh! That's what I'm afraid of.”
Joseph muttered, even as he ogled his mother's round ass sway as she
led her son up the stairs.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David had woken up twice during the
night to fuck his mother again, but each time he came almost
instantly inside her. Dana was quite frustrated when the alarm clock
went off. “David, I know you're trying to satisfy Mommy, but we're
going to have to try something different this morning. Have any of
the boys at school talked about eating pussy?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I've heard the term, but I was too
embarrassed to admit that it didn't make much sense to me. I mean,
you can only eat something once, right? The guys who talk about it
say their girlfriends can't get enough of it.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, it's more like licking pussy
really. Kind of like a blow job involves sucking on a guys cock, not
blowing on it. They're right though. If you're eating pussy
correctly, girls can't get enough of it. I'm going to teach you a
way of eating pussy that will guarantee you get that result out of a
woman every time.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Does it make sense that just talking
about this is giving me a hard on?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It certainly does. Sucking on a
long fat cock always makes my pussy wet. Now get between my legs and
put your face close to my crotch. You'll have an easy time seeing
all my girly parts because I'm shaved and waxed.” Pointing to the
top of her slit, and pulling herself open with her other hand, Dana
continued. “That's my clit. My whole pussy is sensitive, but this
is super sensitive. No teeth on it, and don't concentrate all your
attention here unless I tell you to.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“How do I know if I'm spending too
much or too little time on that one spot?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That's the beauty of what I'm about
to have you do to me. You won't really have to think about it. Now
swirl your tongue around down there to get an idea of what it feels
like. Mmm... Yeah, just like that.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Wow! I think I'm really going to
like this. Tasting your juices is making me really hard. What do I
do next?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Trace the letters of the alphabet on
my pussy with your tongue.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That's all there is too it?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yep.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“And this is going to drive you
wild?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It sure will.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Capital or lowercase letters?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Getting impatient, Dana said, “Either
way works. You pick. You can even let me try to guess. Now get to
work.” With her last sentence Dana pushed her son's head down into
her dripping pussy.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David did as he was told, and it didn't
take long to make his mother cry out in pleasure. It only took until
the letter G in fact. He heard his mother shouting, “I'm cumming!
Fuck I needed that so bad!” The hung teen had been a bit skeptical
about the secret of driving women to orgasm with his tongue. He
tried to form his letters with greater precision, and was rewarded
with a second orgasm from his mother on the letter O.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">He felt his cock shooting off cum as he
made his mother climax a second time, but he hardly cared. He just
wanted to nurse more sweet pussy juice from her snatch. Everything
about the experience was intoxicating to him, the taste, the smell,
the feel of his head nestled between his mother's thighs. He got two
more orgasms out of his horny mother by the time he reached the
letter Z. They both needed to catch their breath afterwards. Dana
from her multiple orgasms, and David because it was hard to breath
while trying to bury your face in your own mother's pussy.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David was the first to speak. “Sorry
Mom. I think I came again without anything touching my dick.” His
cock was still hard, but there were globs of cum on the sheets where
he had been kneeling.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Capital.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Huh?” David asked, not
understanding his mother's response.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You used capital letters on me.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh, yeah, I did. You're not mad at
me for cumming again?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That's actually not an uncommon male
response to eating a woman's pussy. You are being bombarded with a
lot of female hormones while you're doing that.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“So that's maybe why I feel a little
dizzy right now?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Maybe.” Dana agreed. “Want to
see if lower case letters leave you feeling any dizzier?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David licked his lips eagerly. “Oh
hell yeah!” he shouted before diving into his mother's sex for a
second time. He actually got his mother to cum five times by the
time he hit the lowercase z, but this time he didn't stop at the end
of the alphabet.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Suddenly, his mother called out. “What
letter was that? Do it again. Mmm, that's good, but I meant the one
before that one. Yes! Fuck yes! I can't tell what letter that's
supposed to be, but center your tongue on Mommy's clit and don't stop
until I tell you to!” Dana wailed like a banshee as she came over
and over again under her son's swirling tongue. Finally she could
take no more. “Mercy! Stop son! My clit can't take any more.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">When she was finally able to catch her
breath, Dana asked. “What the fuck did you do to me? I couldn't
tell what letter that was, but I couldn't stop cumming while you were
using it on me.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David blushed. “I figured that if
both lower and upper case letters worked, the special symbols on a
keyboard would work just as well.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Even better, it would seem. So what
symbol reduced me to a screaming, cumming, slut?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“The @ symbol; the one that gets used
in email addresses.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Cleaver boy, you made your Mom very,
very happy with that decision.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“So you're not mad that I came again
while I was eating you?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Not at all, you earned both those
orgasms. Let's go get in the shower together. We both have to get
to school, much as I'd like to continue your lessons immediately.
However, if you just happen to get another hard on in the shower, I
won't be opposed to you seeing how long you can last inside me now
that you've proven yourself to be a natural pussy eater.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">David grinned. “Like a hard on I
might get if I were soaping up my mother's giant tits in the shower?”</P>
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Dana giggled right back at her son. “Yeah, that's exactly the sort
of thing I was talking about.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph awoke unsure of exactly where he
was. He was in a bed with an extremely hard but sore cock. He had
to trace his memories forward from the time he pulled his aching cock
out of his sexy counselor the night before. Then it became even
sorer on the bike ride home. He blushed in shame as he remembered
how it felt to fill his mother's pussy with cum while afraid he was
risking getting her pregnant. Then he had let his own mother lead
him to her own bed so he could make love to her all night long. His
cock was too sore to fuck much, but it didn't want to get soft
either. Mostly he had held his cock still inside his mother's pussy
while his hands roamed all over her luscious body.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">He couldn't believe how much time he
had spent telling his own mother how beautiful and sexy she was. He
also couldn't believe how much time he spent talking about “making
love to Mommy” and how good it felt to “cuddle Mommy”.
Thankfully, they must have become too warm with their bodies pressed
together under the covers during the night. The only good thing that
had happened to Joseph in the last 12 hours was not waking up with a
slutty, sexy, insatiable parent in his arms.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">His attempt to slip out of his mother's
room unnoticed failed. “Where do you think you're going?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I need to get a shower before
school.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You've got time; the alarm clock
hasn't even gone off yet. Get back into bed with Mommy.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Foolishly, Joseph looked back at his
mother's bed. She had pulled the covers back invitingly for him.
Worse still, this exposed her beautiful naked body to his hungry
gaze. Her full tits and blond bush were nearly irresistible. What
did him in though, was her index finger beckoning him back to his
mother's side. His cock surged with need, and the hope of catching
Dana in her office before school opened faded. Here was an equally
hot woman who could satisfy his need to cum right now.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Moving back to the bed, and preparing
to mount his mother, Joseph protested. “I don't understand it.
With everything I did this weekend, I should be able to go a week
without being this horny again.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“It doesn't work that way.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Huh?” Joseph grunted. “Oh
Mommy! It feels so good to slide my big hard dick back into your
pussy. It makes me forget how sore it is; even though fucking you is
just going to make it even more painful after we're done.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“So you fucked, someone, many times
this weekend.” Ariel said carefully. When Joseph reluctantly
nodded, Ariel continued. “The more you fuck, the more you need to
fuck.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh shit! So that's why you look so
irresistibly beautiful to me now? Or why my cock feels so fucking
good inside you? Or why I can't keep myself from filling my hands up
with your big, bouncing tits?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That's it. You were trying to make
so that you didn't need to fuck me, but...”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph finished for his mother. “I
really made it so that I need you more than ever. It's not fair
Mommy! I tried to be a good boy, but everything I do just seems to
lead me deeper into incest.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“And deeper into my pussy.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“That too.” Joseph grunted. He
had taken hold of his mother's narrow waist and was banging away with
abandon. “Help me Mommy, I need to cum, but my cock is really
tired and sore. I'm banging every inch of my fat cock into your
belly, but it's not enough.” Ariel's long hair was like a
disheveled halo around her head as Joseph fucked his mother hard.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh, my poor baby's cock it tired?
Mommy would never know from how big and hard it feels inside her.
Think about how good it feels to spray your cum deep into Mommy's
flat belly.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yeah, it does feel so good to do
that.” Joseph agreed in a sexual daze.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Then you can rest your head on my
tits just like you did last night. You love Mommy's tits, don't
you.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I do, I do!” Joseph admitted.
“And your nipples.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh, even better. After you cum in
Mommy's belly, you can suck on my nipples like a baby. My, big, fat,
puffy nipples can be in your mouth as soon as you cum.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Yes! Yes! I want that!” Ariel's
nasty words had pushed her son's tired cock into another orgasm. As
soon as he was done cumming, Joseph took one of his mother's tits in
his mouth and nursed contentedly on her conical nipples. He hated
getting out of his mother's warm bed when the alarm clock finally
went off.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Predatory Mothers</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">by Ironbuddah</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Chapter 1: The Unlocked Door</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Joseph!”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel brushed her her long straight
blond hair out of her eyes as she leered hungrily at her son's
bedroom door. She was 34, but looked much younger. Regardless of age,
she was gorgeous. Waist length blond hair and pretty blue eyes
complemented her slim, stacked, big-titted body.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Joseph, It's not like I don't know
what you're doing in there. Is it because of me? I hear you jacking
off in your room every day, and I just want to know why. Joseph, are
you listening to me?”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">The only response Ariel got from her
teen son was to hear the headboard bumping against the wall louder
and faster than before.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Joseph.” Ariel cooed as she
knocked gently on the door. “Be good for Mommy and Mommy will be
good for you.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph groaned, “No, you won't.” He
was probably about to erupt cum all over his bed. Ariel turned from
the door, starting to sweat as she hurried down the hall. She was
dressed in jeans and a large t-shirt that gave her braless tits
plenty of room to jiggle and bounce. It was the sort of thing a
normal housewife might wear when she was home alone during the day.</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel didn't bother to put on a bra
before her son returned home from school though. She was no longer a
housewife any longer either. She was divorced now. Her husband had
finally grown tired of her constant cheating, but he had left her the
house and sent a modest child support payment for Joseph every month.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">It had started six months earlier,
after the divorce. Without her husband in the house, Ariel felt free
to gaze at her son's tall, handsome, muscular body and bulging
crotch. Ariel's sex drive had gone off the charts during her teens,
so she hoped her son would take after her in that regard. She was
pleased to note that her son's cock was stiff and swollen more often
than not.
</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel hoped that her body had as much
to do with that as the horny genes she had passed on to her son. She
had long legs and a girlishly round ass. In fact, other than the fact
that most of her bras now had to be custom made, she looked little
different than she did 20 years ago. To this day, bouncers at bars
serious about carding checked her ID suspiciously for signs of
forgery or tampering. After the divorce, Ariel had started making
sure that she put her body on display for her son, and had been
thrilled every time she had noticed increased swelling in her son's
crotch as a result.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">So far, Ariel had restrained herself
from doing more than wearing low cut tops, going braless, or leaving
door open when she was showering or changing. Her son was so noisy
about his need to play with himself, it made her wonder what he found
so exciting. He never brought school girls home for her to meet, and
if he had a stash of porn, she had yet to discover it. She wasn't
sure if her body were something that he would especially desire, or
if her son was just generally being affected in the same way that
most men were when she set out to dazzle them.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel could no longer contain her
curiosity. Her son had been home for half an hour. He had literally
run upstairs with an obscene bulge tenting through his slacks when he
caught sight of her braless tits.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Two minutes later, the thumping
started. She heard it at least four times a day now. She had tried to
ask him about it, both gently and sternly, but he just wouldn't
answer her. All he would give as a reason for his actions was that he
couldn't keep from rubbing his prick when it started to get stiff.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Well, he was just going to have to give
her the real reason, Ariel thought suddenly. She found her steps had
been leading her to the closet in the hall where the key to the
interior rooms hung on a nail. Looking at the key, she made the
conscious decision to forcefully interrupt what he was doing.
Excitedly, she went back to his room, knowing full well she was about
to catch her boy in the act. Ariel hoped her body was the reason, but
whatever the cause, Joseph simply had to learn to admit to the source
of his desire.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel let herself into her son's room,
but he didn't notice immediately. As she had expected, his pants were
around his ankles. A jar of baby oil stood on the nightstand, and
Joseph's fist raced up and down his lubed-up throbbing, straining
cock.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel looked at it. It was the first
time she'd ever seen her son's naked, stiff prick. She knew he was at
least average size from what she had been able to see bulging in the
crotch of the pants and shorts her son wore, but she hadn't expected
the monster cock she laid eyes on. Her son's tower of lust rose at
least 9 inches from between his legs, as thick as her wrist at the
base. The shaft tapered a bit, but was topped by a knob the size of a
plum, angry red and oozing pre-cum.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Instantly, the divorced, promiscuous
mother felt an exciting new craving throbbing in her pussy. She had
teased Joseph with her body just to prove how hot she was up until
now. However, she had never been one to resist cock, and her son's
was magnificent.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“All right Joseph, you need to answer
me right now.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph raised his head and yelped with
shame as he saw his mother in the room with him. He threw a sheet
over his cock and hid his face in his pillow. He was hoping he
wouldn't be tempted by his mother's sexy body which now seemed to
always be on display. His cock still throbbed and pulsed making the
motion of the sheet perhaps more obscene than leaving his massive
tool uncovered would have been. For her part, Ariel's nipples quickly
hardened and bulged beneath her t-shirt. Ariel sighed, glad that she
hadn't put a bra on, but wishing her son were looking at her jiggling
tits.</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Since when did you start barging in
past locked doors?” Joseph complained, “Don't I get any privacy?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You know I was asking you a
question, and you were ignoring me. I think that's reason enough to
use the key, don't you? You do nothing but jack off all the time and
make yourself cum. I'm afraid it's going to affect your grades and
social development. You have to let me know what's causing it. Is it
me? I've seen the way your eyes, among other things, bulge when you
get a good look at me. Or is there some girl at school you're afraid
to talk to?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I haven't seen anyone one at school
with a body half as...” Joseph trailed off as he realized that in
embarrassment of being caught jacking off, he gave away more
information than he wanted too. “I mean, my cock gets hard, and I
feel like rubbing it. What's wrong with that?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Don't you ever feel like watching
some porn while you rub it, or trying to find someone to help you rub
it, or maybe do something that even feels better than rubbing it?”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“What's wrong with you Mom? Are you
offering to buy me porn, or worse? I thought Dad was lying when he
called you a cheating freak, but the way you started flaunting those
big tits of yours as soon as he left makes me wonder.”</P>
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</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You didn't think I cheated on your
dad? That's so sweet, but honey, I slept with two of the groomsmen
the night before the wedding, and the rest the night of the bachelor
party. I've been cheating on him ever since.”</P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Aghast, Joseph pulled his head out of
the pillow to stare at his mother. The sight of her hard nipples and
braless tits was making his cock really pulse and throb under the
sheet. A slight spot of wetness was becoming visible from all the
pre-cum oozing from his shaft. “Fuck! This is so embarrassing.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well, you're the one who wouldn't
answer me.” Ariel said. “It looks like you've got a big load
stored up that's just aching to get out. You tell me why you rub your
cock all the time and <I>I'll</I> get out.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Fine, you win Mom! It's you and your
big tits, and long hair, and pretty face that make my cock so crazy.
I try to think of something else, but right before I cum, I'm always
thinking about you and it makes me feel like a big pervert. Are you
happy now!?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Joseph, you poor thing!” Ariel
gasped, overwhelmed with both sympathy and an irresistible,
incestuous lust.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Well aren't you going to leave now?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't think so.” The horny
mother replied to her shocked son. “I've been causing you stress
and I want to make up for it.” Ariel shocked her hung son again,
and she put her hand under the sheet, and reached for his throbbing
cock.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Wh- What the fuck are you doing?”
Joseph gasped. As Ariel's fingers began to curl around her son's
thick shaft, he protested further. “You can't do that, you're my
mother! Take your hand off my prick this instant.”
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I don't want too. It feels good in
my hand. I've never held one so big, and I've held a lot of cocks.
More importantly, I can tell it feels good to you too.” Ariel
answered as her hand fully closed around Joseph's big dick. Then
Joseph stared openly at her chest, groaning as the huge, pert tits
jiggled under her shirt.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Your mommy sure has a pair of big
ones, doesn't she? Do you ever think about sucking on them while you
beat off? Being able to stare at my braless tits from this distance
must be very exciting for you, but I bet you'll like this even
better.” Very slowly, Ariel began to stroke her son's cock.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Mother!” Joseph was so shocked
that he knew he had to make his mother stop before things progressed
any further. He threw the sheet aside, and reached for her wrist,
intending to force her to stop. However, Ariel withdrew her hand and
Joseph found his fist wrapped around his own cock instead.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Why don't you rub that some more for
yourself Joseph? And tell me if it feels as good as when I did it.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You crazy bitch!” Joseph growled
at his mother. But he began to do it. He stroked his shaft for his
mother, considering what felt better. His cock throbbed so
insistently that he could hardly think straight. He told himself that
he would make himself cum so he could resist his mother's insane,
incestuous actions, but what came out of his mouth was “Your hand
felt better.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel stared openly at his huge prick
now while his hand whipped up and down the cockstalk as fast as he
could manage. “That feels good doesn't it, but your Mommy can do
better. You admitted it.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Are you so disgusting that you would
give your own son a hand job? I bet you would. I bet you want to suck
it too. You're such a pervert that you'd put your mouth on your own
son's cock and swallow my cum.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel stood up and boldly walked up to
the other side of her son's bed, braless tits swaying with every
step. “Yeah, that's exactly what I want.” She looked her son
straight in the eye, snapped her fingers, and pointed at his huge
cock. “That's going in my mouth, but you have to ask for it!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You filthy, shameful whore...”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">But then Joseph's words trailed off as
his mother dropped to her knees in front of him. She confronted the
whole throbbing length of his cock, and her breath flowed hotly
around it. Joseph realized his mouth was dry, and he could feel his
heartbeat better in the head of his prick than he could in his chest.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Don't kneel by my bed like that
Mommy. Your face is too pretty, and your pouty lips look like they
were made especially for cocksucking. Stand back up Mommy so I can
quit thinking about such evil things!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">He felt as if he's lost all control of
himself, that it was impossible to distinguish between what he would
really do, and what he could only dream about doing. Still, he
couldn't believe that it was in him to actually shove his cock in his
mother's mouth and spew his cum down her throat.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph gripped his cock more tightly
now, sliding his fist down to the root. He stared intently at his
mother's plump, pouty lips and the pre-cum that was glistening all
over the head of his angry prick. Suddenly, he found himself smearing
his own cock juices over his mother's rosy lips. Obscenely, she
thrust out her tongue, eagerly licking his spunk off the tingling tip
of his cock. That proved to be the trick that battered down the last
of Joseph's physical reluctance.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Uggh! That feels so good Mommy!”
Joseph, began feeding his long shaft into his mother's mouth, and her
hand replaced his at the base. “Put it in your mouth, Mommy! Suck
it! Unggh! Suck it good!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph's hands instinctively tangled in
his mother's thick straight hair, but he felt too guilty to actively
participate in the incestuous head he was getting. He released his
mother and laid down on his bed to submit to her perverted blow job.
Joseph shut his eyes trying to block out the knowledge that he was
the kind of guy who would accept blow jobs from his own mother.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">His mother's lips slid down his pulsing
fuck rod, slurping more and more of his cock into her mouth. She
stopped when she had inhaled a third of his of his meat. Joseph was
amazed his mother's pretty mouth could handle so much of his massive
prick without choking on it.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph's horny mother started sucking
on his cock extremely hard. She shut her eyes as well as she nursed
contentedly on his aching stiffness. An absurd voice in the back of
his mind told him that he had stopped protesting his mother's actions
because filling her mouth with cum would make her feel guilty.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel sucked the big cock in her mouth
harder and harder, shocking her son with her eagerness to mouth and
slurp her own child's prick. She gagged herself forcing her mouth
closer to the curls at the base of his cock, her goal apparently to
swallow all of his meat. Joseph's big cock responded to his mother's
energetic cock sucking by growing larger than Joseph thought was
possible. He could feel his cockhead throbbing larger and pulsating
on the roof of his mother's mouth.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel's lewd, cocksucking noises became
very loud, filling her son's bedroom. She started bobbing her head up
and down, fucking her face with her boy's big prick. She tightened
her grip on the base of his cock, jacking the shaft furiously as her
tongue swirled around the head. She basted the tip of his prick,
lapping up the sweet pre-cum oozing from his cock-opening.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I'm gonna cum soon. Ugh! I can feel
it's going to be a really big one Mommy. Suck it! Suck me hard! Oh,
you're such a fantastic cocksucker Mommy! Your face is so pretty, and
your lips were made to wrap around a big dick!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph was shocked to hear such vile
filth come from his mouth. It was music to his mother's ears though.
Her lips turned up at the corners as she smiled slightly, but she
never eased up on her cocksucking. She started sucking cock as hard
as she could, her cheeks bellowing around the cum-laden stiffness of
her son's massive boner. Her fist was a blur, wacking up and down his
shaft.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph writhed on the bed. He had
become desperate to release a massive load of cum, and he knew he was
going to release it into his mother's mouth. He felt a guilty urge to
watch his mother swallow his imminent eruption, to see if she could
swallow fast enough to gulp it all down.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Swallow it Mommy! Cumming,
cumming!!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">The wave of guilt coursing through
Joseph's gut was no match for the fire burning in his cock. He
grabbed his mother's head again, and bucked his hips off the bed,
forcing another inch of his meat into her mouth. Ariel gagged for a
moment, but then began to receive the reward of her cock sucking
efforts.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph's huge mushroom shaped cock-head
began to blast jets of cum straight down his mother's throat. He
showered his own mother's tonsils with his jizz. Ariel gurgled as her
son's cock cream began to back up into her mouth. The sweat taste of
incestuous spunk thrilled her as she began to jack, suck, and swallow
all at the same time.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Feverishly Ariel worked on Joesph's
prick, not wanting to release it before draining it of every drop of
seed. Finally, after half a minute, the cum explosion was over. Ariel
always felt good with a belly full of cum, and after drinking her
son's juices, her pussy had completely soaked her panties.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">For his part, Joseph was secretly glad
for a chance to do something other than dream about his mother's
body. Dazed and desperately horny, Joseph lowered his gaze from his
mother's breasts to between her legs. He groaned as he imagined his
fat cock buried between his mother's pussy lips. His cock was still
hard, and his hips spasmed as he imagined shoving it in and out of
his own mother's cunt-slit.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Are you happy Mommy? You got me to
admit my lust for you, and you sucked my cock. I already feel so
guilty, but you've going to stay here and make me do more dirty
things with you, aren't you Mommy?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel grinned, nodding. She rose to her
feet starting to peel off the loose t-shirt, revealing her flat belly
and narrow waist. Joseph was embarrassed to notice that his mother
stared as his still-hard cock all the while she was stripping. She
shrugged off the loose shirt revealing her very full, firm breasts to
her child. Ariel felt a flush of pride seeing her son's reaction to
her bare chest.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You like Mommy's big tits, don't
you?” Ariel put her hand on her narrow waist and ran them up to her
huge spongy mounds, kneading them lasciviously. The nipples capping
her mountains were very wide and very red, with protuberant tips.
Ariel slipped out of her jeans, and joined her son on his bed wearing
nothing but her panties.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You never answered me when I asked
you if you thought about suckling on my breasts when you jacked off.
If you have, you can do the real thing right now.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph didn't answer as he filled his
hand with his mother's spongy tit-flesh. Reluctantly, but unable to
stop himself, he squeezed and kneaded his mother's tremendous tits.
Massaging them and fanning his thumbs across his mother's nipples
made her shudder in pleasure.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Suck on my tits, baby! Suck on
Mommy's tits now.” Ariel straddled her hesitant child, lowering one
large nipple to Joseph's mouth. He tried to turn his face away, but
she patiently let her nipples brush his cheek as her tits dangled
from her chest. Ariel's body worked it's magic on her son, and soon
he was opening his mouth wide to engulf one straining nipple.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph suckled a few times
experimentally, but found himself furiously sucking and slurping on
his mother's nipple before he knew it. His mother was cradling his
head, encouraging him to suckle as much as possible. The realization
that he had done this when he was a baby hit him like a ton of
bricks, but Joseph was unable to stop what he was doing. If anything,
he sucked harder at his mother's nipples, wondering what it would be
like to nurse milk from them.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel groaned, as much as she loved her
son suckling at her big tits, the pleasure was going straight to her
pussy. “Baby, Mommy's pussy needs attention now.” She released
her son's head to peel of her panties. She had known she had gotten
wet down there, but was a little shocked to find even her inner
thighs slick with her own juices. Ariel was now completely naked on
her son's bed.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ugh! I was afraid of this, but go
ahead Mommy, make me release my most wicked desires inside of you.
Why are you looking at me like that Mommy? Just lower your pussy onto
my cock and make me a motherfucker like I know you want to.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I want you to eat me first.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph would afraid of how he would
react to having his mother shove her musky pussy into his face. It
was the decidedly female smell coming from under Ariel's arms as much
as the feel of her hard nipples rubbing all over his face that made
him actually start suckling his own mother.
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“No, Mommy, no! Just fuck me, that's
all you need!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Already straddling her son to feed him
her full breasts, Ariel slithered forward until her thighs were
pressing on her son's face. He managed to resist his mother's juicy
cunt for almost a minute before the smell of her musk compelled him
to take a taste. As soon as Joseph tasted a single drop of his
mother's pussy juice on the tip of his tongue, he knew he was lost to
his lust. His mother's cunt was delicious.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Obviously loving the taste of his
mother's pussy, Joseph started licking rapidly to make up for lost
time. His tongue slithered up and down her slit just as her mouth had
bobbed up and down his shaft. As Joseph's tongue played, he dug his
fingers into his mother's round ass, grinding her twat against his
face. Guided by her son's hands, Ariel began pumping her hips,
eagerly fucking herself against her son's mouth.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph paused from his actions to rub
his face in his mother's soft platinum bush. The smell of her musk
trapped in her pussy hair was intoxicating to the teen. The soft
hairs left her pussy almost completely exposed, but covered his
mother's lower belly.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh, don't stop. Suck on Mommy's
clitty!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph spread his mother's pussy lips
to expose her fat, swollen clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and
swabbed it with his tongue. At the same time, he couldn't stop
himself from sliding two fingers into his mother's pussy. He was
fingering her cunt as he sucked directly on her clit.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Oh baby, you're a natural pussy
eater!” Earlier, the taboo comment would have disgusted the teen,
but his brain was so scrambled by his mother's sweet, musky pussy
that he didn't know what to think.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You're going to make Mommy cum.
Don't stop! Yes, cumming, cumming! Keep eating Mommy's pussy!”
Ariel squealed like a girl half her age getting off for the first
time. Listening to his mother's instructions, Joseph kept fingering
her pussy and manipulating her clitty with his tongue until her
orgasm was completely done.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph realized that the previous
effects of his mother's pussy juice were minor compared to spraying
cum all over his face. He kept lapping it up and drinking it like it
was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He realized that in
many ways, it was.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">After being eaten by her son, the
throbbing need Ariel had felt in her pussy upon seeing her son's huge
prick had grown into an all consuming urge. She was desperate to feel
his fat meaty tool invade her body.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Fortunately for her, Joseph was feeling
the same types of urges. “I suppose you want to fuck me now, don't
you Mommy! Go ahead, ride on my cock. Hurry.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel was thrilled to have finally
reduced her son to acting on his baser urges. She eagerly scooted
back down her son's body, to plop her wide open pussy onto his
massive cock. Impatiently, Joseph gripped his rod to guide it into
her body. He nervously chewed on his lip as he felt his mother's
pussy lips start to stretch over his bloated cock-knob.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph groaned as he felt the clasping
tightness of his mother's pussy as it squeezed on the fat tool
penetrating it.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“You've really got a tight pussy
Mommy! You're really going to have to ride me hard to get it all in!
Hurry Mommy, It's evil, but I need to be inside you completely.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel spread her legs apart to put
herself in the best position to impale herself on her son's cock.
Then she started bouncing up and down, spearing more of his cock into
her body with each bounce.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph looked up, watching his veined
cock shaft gooshing in and out of his mother's tight pussy. The sight
was violently exciting. Joseph began to fuck his muscular body up off
the bed to help his mother sink down onto his cock.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Fuck me deeper Mommy!” he panted.
“Fuck all of that tight pussy around my big dick!”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel shuddered as she started riding
her son's huge cock even harder, but her efforts were rewarded. Soon,
she was grinding her clit against her son's pelvis, his long cock
completely inside her clingy cunt. She could tell from her son's
expression that he had never felt anything so good in all his life.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel set motionless atop her son for
the moment, proud of herself for taking all of his cock. Her son's
belly probing stiffness throbbed and pulsed inside of her. Then she
bent forward at the waist crushing her huge tits between their
bodies.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Now stop being a lazy boy, roll me
over, and start fucking Mommy yourself instead of letting your poor
mother do all the work.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Now on top, Joseph pulled back until
only his plum sized knob distended her pouty pussy lips. “I should
pull out, and put an end to this evil, but I can't!” Joseph wailed.
He shoved his cock back into his mother, sinking in to the balls
again. Back and forth he sawed his cock, increasing the tempo with
each thrust.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">The intensity of her son's incestuous
desires having proven to match her own, Ariel lifted her legs up
high, and locked her calves across her son's back. Ariel was humping
her son like a sex starved machine, her full tits jiggling like
jelly. Joseph matched his mother's rhythm, slamming his cock into her
sucking, sopping cunt.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I'm doing it Mommy! I'm fucking you
cunt as hard as I can.” Ariel wrapped her arms around his shoulder
to encourage him to keep going.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel cuddled her lush body against her
son's and whispered in his ear. “You <I>are</I> doing it. But are
you <I>really</I> doing it as hard as you can?” Joseph panted on
his mother's shoulder and somehow found a way to screw his fat cock
into her even harder than before. They could both feel it throbbing
uncontrollably inside her belly.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ugh! It's happening again Mommy!
You're making me cum inside you!” Joseph collapsed on top of his
mother, then his cock erupted into orgasm. It exploded deep in her
pussy, dousing her womb with a soothing load of jizz.
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel's pussy fluttered into an orgasm
of it's own, milking her son's thick shaft for it's seed and spraying
forth its own juices.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“I can feel your pussy coaxing the
cum out of my cock Mommy! Don't stop. You have to get all the bad
jizz out of me, so we never do that again! Hurry! I feel so guilty
about being inside you now. Don't you feel guilty about what we did
too Mommy?”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“No, I feel <I>good</I>!” Ariel
purred.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Ugh, let me out of here you sick
freak!” Joseph yelled trying to pull his cock out of his mother's
pulsing pussy.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Joseph struggled briefly, but even with
his passion spent, he was unable to fight against her pussy for long.
Soon, he was sitting there passively as his mother's cunt milked the
remaining cum from his wilting prick.</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">“Hurry Mommy!” he pleaded. “Let
me go so this nightmare of bliss comes to an end and never happens
again. Yuck! I can't believe I fucked my own mother. That's the worst
thing I've ever done.”</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR>
</P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in">Ariel purred, “mmmm, I think that was
the best thing you've ever done.” However, she did let her son
escape from her pussy, not because she wanted to let him go, but
because she was too distracted by the afterglow of her incestuous
orgasms to keep her legs locked around him.</P>
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Part 3
Mother and Daughter
Mother and daughter make a pact and agree to share Mike's big cock for more incestuous anal sex
Chapter 1 ...... The Secret Arrangement
Mike had left for Los Angeles a week ago and Joan had been agonizing about how to approach her daughter Cindy on the subject of her relationship with her cousin Mike. She had seen them kissing and fondling each other when they said goodbye and she knew there was much more going on between them than just fondness between cousins. How to broach the subject though ? They were at breakfast that morning and Cindy remarked " Gee it sure is lonely and quiet around here now that Mike has gone home. It sure was fun having him here over Christmas. Do you miss him too Mom ?
" Yes. It was nice having him here but now that we're on that subject, I've been meaning to talk to you about Mike. I saw you two saying goodbye and that was some really hot and heavy kissing and feeling. What's going on between you two. Is there something you want to tell me about Cindy ? asked Joan.
Cindy blushed and stammered. " What do you mean Mom. I really like Mike and I was just kissing him goodbye and he kind of felt me up a little but no big deal "
" Cindy, I may be your Mom and you think I'm way old but I know what I saw so don't try and bullshit me. You may be only 14 but you were all over that boy and you were really enjoying it. Now what's going on ?
Cindy burst into tears and blurted out " Mom ! I can't help it. I'm in love with him and I miss him so much. We made love while he was here and I enjoyed it so much. I'm a woman now and I need him so bad. "
Joan feigned amazement but she had really guessed as much for some time. " Cindy ! how could you ....he's related to you, what would people think if they knew you were making love with your cousin ?
" I don't care what other people think and I'm not going to say anything but what do you think Mom " Cindy asked as she looked her Mom straight in the eye.
Joan averted her gaze and blushed as she replied. " I don't know. As long as it's just sex I suppose it's o.k. but it can't develop into more than that. I'm open minded enough to accept it, although it will be a little awkward when he's here , but we can't let anyone else find out. Relationships between cousins are not acceptable socially you know." " When you say you two made love, what exactly do you mean ? Were you just touching each other or what." ?
" No Mom, I mean we really had sex. I encouraged him and he fucked me like a woman almost every night he was here. I really enjoyed it Mom and Mike is really wonderful. He taught me lots of things."
" Cindy, but you're so little and he's so big ...did he hurt you ? Almost as soon as she said it Joan realized her mistake, but it was too late.
Cindy asked " How do you know he's big Mom " ?
Joan stammered " I mean he's just a big boy and you're such a little girl, surely it must have hurt the first time. You were a virgin before this weren't you ?
" Yes. I was a virgin Mom but I know what you mean and I know that you know his cock is bigger than 8 inches because I know you've been fucking him too. I saw you two a long time ago and I watched him fucking you in your ass. "
Joan turned ten different shades of purple and said " Oh Cindy , I'm so ashamed. I needed sex so bad and Mike was there and it just happened. I didn't know that he was having sex with both of us at the same time. Can you ever forgive me for setting such a bad example .
" Gee Mom, don't get so upset. I don't mind that he's been fucking you too. If I hadn't seen you then I would never have known about anal sex but after I saw you doing it, I made him fuck me in the ass too and Mom it was great. I know exactly why you like it so much
" My God Cindy, you mean you were actually able to let him get that huge cock into your tiny little ass. I would never have thought it possible.
" Well yes, It hurt a little at first but Mike was very gentle and he went real slow and we used a little Vaseline the first time but after that it went in much easier and the more we did it the easier it went in and the more I liked it. In fact I almost like it more than regular sex. Do you like it more than regular sex Mom ? How did you learn to do it the first time ? "
" I shouldn't be telling you this " Joan answered., but seeing as we don't seem to have any secrets now, your Uncle Harry showed me how to do it a long time ago, when I was only 17 and before your Dad and I were married. You know, one of the main reasons your Dad and I divorced was because he really didn't like sex much and he thought anal sex was dirty and wouldn't do it to me. I was just a little older than you when Uncle Harry taught me the pleasures of anal sex and since then it's been the only way I really enjoy sex. I mean I like regular sex too but anal sex is just so exciting for me.
" Gee Mom, I was so little when Dad left, I really don't remember but I can't imagine why he thought it was dirty. I think it's exciting too. I must be in our genes, do you think ?"
" I don't know baby but how are we going to tell Mike that we know he's been doing both of us. He's coming back in a few months you know "
" Oh he knows I know that he's been having sex with you Mom. In fact we arranged it so I could watch everytime he was screwing you. I really enjoyed watching him stick that big cock of his in your ass.
" Cindy ! ...How could you ! I never even knew he was doing you and yet you were watching him and I all the time. That's terrible. "
" No it's not Mom. I enjoyed watching and when he comes back I want you to watch him do it to me. We could pull a little trick. I'll let him start fucking me and then you could sneak in and join in. Just think how surprised he will be. What do you think Mom. Isn't that a great idea.? We could both have sex with him at the same time. I'll bet he'd like that. What do you say Mom ...will you do it ..Please ?
" Well it does sound like fun and maybe that's the best way to get the embarrassment out of the way, but remember ....no one is to ever find out about this. We would be in so much trouble, so it's going to be our little secret. Do you understand what I'm saying Cindy ? and don't think for a minute that just because I'm agreeing to this arrangement that you're going to take advantage of me. I'm still your mother and you're still not quite 15 so you will continue to do what I tell you. Is that clearly understood. "
" Absolutely Mom" Cindy replied, " I would never try to use this secret against you. I promise to be a good daughter . Boy this is really going to be great. I just can't wait for Mike to get back. Aren't you just dying to feel that gorgeous big cock of his again Mom ?
" Cindy you're terrible. How can you talk like that. You have to learn to control your emotions. Mike will be back soon enough and then we can both enjoy him."
" Oh Mom ! Don't be so square. Tell it like it is. You know you want that big cock as much as I do. I got so excited watching Mike fuck you. I hope you're going to like watching him fuck me . Oh Boy, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. "
" Cindy ! .. don't talk like that. Now finish your breakfast. Well talk again later."
Chapter 2 ...... Mike's Surprise
Mike got off the train expecting Cindy to be there to meet him but instead Aunt Joan was waiting for him. Man she looked great. Those lovely big tits were pushing out against the fabric of her tight blouse and were just as exciting as Mike remembered them. He had been thinking about Aunt Joan and cousin Cindy all the time on the long train ride up from L.A. wondering how he was going to have sex with both of them without the other one finding out. Aunt Joan would kill him if she found out that he had been fucking Cindy as well as her. He was going to have to be real careful.
Aunt Joan hugged him and said " Mike I swear you've grown even more since you were last here and it's only been 6 months. How was school this year ? Your Mom said you were quite a star at football. You'll have to tell me all about it later, but right now lets get you home and get you something to eat "
Mike leaned over and whispered in Joan's ear " I'm not hungry but I want to eat you Aunt Joan. I've been thinking about you all the way up here on the train and I can't wait to taste your pussy "
Joan blushed deeply and softly replied so that no one else would hear " Oh Mike ! you're terrible but I can't wait to taste you either so come on get your bags in the car and lets go."
" Where's Cindy Aunt Joan . I thought she would be with you "
" She had a Summer dance class at school this morning Mike but she'll be home in a couple of hours. Did you miss her too ? She's grown like you and you'll be surprised when you see her "
Mike blushed and said " Yeah she's cute but I prefer older women like you Aunt Joan "
" Really " replied Joan, feigning surprise. " I kind of thought you were a little sweet on your cousin. I saw you two kissing goodbye when you left last year and it looked to me like you two were hot for each other "
Mike's heart skipped a beat and a stab of panic flashed through his head. " Oh no Aunt Joan. It's not like that. Cindy is just a kid and has a crush on me " he stammered.
Joan never answered and they reached the car and tossed his bags in the back. In a few minutes they were out of town and on the country road to Aunt Joan's house. They reached a secluded pull-out and Joan pulled the car off the road and turned to Mike and said. " Well Mike, what are you waiting for. Come here and kiss me and show me how much you've missed me `
Mike slid over in the seat and reached for her. Their lips met in a frantic kiss and their tongues intertwined as they explored the softness of each others hungry mouths. Mike's hand slipped inside Joan's blouse and found her soft warm breasts. He cupped the swollen flesh in his hands and searched for her nipples. They were hard as little rocks with excitement and she gasped as his fingers gently squeezed and pinched the tender tips. Mike forced his tongue deeper into her mouth and Joan groaned in ecstasy as he squeezed her nipples even harder. The kiss intensified and Mike roughly forced his hand up under her tight skirt until his fingers found the hot wetness of her cunt through the fabric of her panties. He grabbed a handful of the soft material and pulled hard until the material ripped and came away in his hand, exposing her cunt to his touch. Roughly he forced his fingers into the soft warmth of her pussy and began to twist them around inside her
Joan cried out and bit Mike's tongue as her vaginal muscles tensed up and closed around his probing fingers. The pleasure was so intense she came immediately and her warm fluid gushed out and covered Mike's hand. She kissed him even harder and her hand frantically reached for his cock through his pants. He was fully erect and his cock throbbed to her touch. She fumbled with his zipper and reached inside to get his cock out but it was too late. Mike was so excited from feeling his Aunt's cunt that the minute she got his cock out of his shorts he started to come. The sticky white cum gushed out of his cockhead and covered her hand and squirted all over her skirt. Frantically she jerked his cock trying to make his pleasure more intense and Mike groaned as more cum seeped out of his cock. Joan squirmed around in her seat and lowered her head to reach his cock. She took the slowly deflating cock into her mouth and greedily sucked out the last few drops of cum.
Mike collapsed and Joan smiled up at him. " Welcome back Mike "
They reached the house a little later and fortunately no one was there to see the mess on their clothes. As soon as they were inside they undressed each other. This time more slowly and gently. Mike undid Joan's blouse to reveal her gorgeous breasts encased in a soft filmy little bra. Joan reached around behind her and released the catch and her tits tumbled out into full view. Mike sucked in his breath as his eyes took in the beauty of those spectacular mounds of flesh tipped with soft brown aureoles and large hard red protruding nipples. He started to move towards her reaching for her breasts but she held him way.
" Wait " she said and undid the waistband of her skirt letting it drop to the floor to reveal the torn remains of her panties and her partially exposed pussy. She stepped out of the torn panties and now she stood totally naked in front of him. " What do you think Mike. Do I look as good as you remember from before. Do you still want to make love to me ?
Mike stood there dumbfounded, drinking in the site of his Aunt's totally naked body as she posed for him. His mind was blank as he removed his shirt and then his pants and finally he stepped out of his shorts. His cock was stiff and swollen and he took it in his hand and began to slowly masturbate as his Aunt pirouetted around so he could see the cheeks of her lovely tight ass. She bent over and touched her toes and spread her legs slightly . There it was. The greatest view in the world. Her lovely cunt was slightly open and framed with the soft mass of curls of her pubic hair and right above the lovely pink slit was her soft puckered asshole. It was just as he remembered it. A dusky brown softly pulsating little ring of flesh that guarded the entrance to her anus.
Joan stood up and gently removed Mike's hands from his cock. " Don't make yourself come Mike " she whispered. " I want you to put it in my ass and fuck me." She moved over to the sofa and kneeled up on the cushions and spread her legs again so Mike could look right into the pit of her sex. Mike caught his breath and walked over to the couch and stood behind her. He slowly dropped to his knees and knelt between her parted legs. His hands reached up and spread the cheeks of her ass apart as he brought his face up to her exposed cunt and started to softly lick up and down the length of her wet slit. He started down above her swollen clitoris and licked over the hard nub and up through the engorged lips of her vagina, slipping his tongue deep into the warmth of her cunt as he moved up higher to find the tight little ring of muscle around her anus. When he reached the lovely little brown hole, he slipped his tongue in as far as it would go and probed the soft insides. Then he slowly withdrew his tongue from her asshole and moved back down to her clitoris to start all over again. Joan trembled and shuddered with excitement as his skillful tongue licked up and down the length of her pussy to her ass. Her insides were on fire and the first wave of orgasm crashed over her as Mike continued to lick her sex.
" Oh Mike ! " she cried. " I've missed you so badly. Please ! I can't wait any longer, fuck my ass now "
Mike stood up and moved behind her and placed the head of his swollen inflamed cock into the entrance to her asshole. He pushed gently and her asshole immediately relaxed and opened up letting the head of his cock slip into the soft warmth of her rectum.
Joan almost died with pleasure as she felt the big bulbous head push it's way inside her . She squeezed her sphincter muscle and locked the tight ring of flesh around his cock trapping it in her trembling asshole.
" Oh that feels so good Mike. Just keep it there for a minute and don't move. I want to feel your lovely cock inside me.
Mike relaxed and looked down at the fantastic sight of the head of his cock wedged inside his aunt's tiny asshole. It had stretched to allow his cock to enter but the ring of muscle was squeezed tight around his cock creating an incredible feeling. He had fucked his aunt in her ass countless time before but each time was always as good or better than the last. He was not even 18 yet and he was living every man's dream. He was fucking his wonderful aunt now and sometime later today he would be fucking his 15 year old cousin. Her ass was even tighter than her Mom's and she was a nymphomaniac fucking machine who would fuck all day long if he could keep up with her.
His mind had wandered and he started as he heard his aunt's voice softly saying " o.k. Mike, give it to me. Give me all of your lovely big cock. "
Joan relaxed her sphincter as Mike pushed his hips gently forward and slowly his now 9 inch long cock began to slide into her asshole. Inch by delicious inch his cock sank into the depths of her rectum until finally with one last little push, the whole thing was buried in the clutching warmth of her anus. His balls were pressed tight up against her pussy and Joan was moaning unintelligibly as she ground her buttocks back against his cock. She was in heaven. She had all of her nephews' big beautiful cock buried in her ass and she was beside herself with ecstasy. His cock was huge and it felt like there was a tree trunk rammed up her ass but Oh it felt so good ! She had already cum twice and he hadn't even really started to fuck her yet. She thought about the fact that later on she would be sharing his cock with her daughter and a pang of jealousy shot through her but she pushed it aside. They had made a pact and Cindy knew that Mike was fucking her, so there wasn't any point in dwelling on it. In a perverse sort of way she was looking forward to seeing Mike fuck Cindy. She had never had the occasion lately to see Cindy naked lately and she wondered what her sweet little daughter's cunt would look like with Mike's huge cock buried in it.
Oh God ! she had forgotten that Mike had fucked Cindy in the ass too and it was almost impossible to imagine that huge cock rammed up Cindy's tiny little teenage ass. She remembered the first time her ex husbands' brother Harry had fucked her virgin ass and how bad it had hurt that first time but then after that it felt so good and she was hooked on anal sex. Had Mike hurt Cindy too ? She said he didn't but Joan knew it was hard to distinguish pain from pleasure when a big cock was inside you..
She came out of her reverie as she felt Mike start to ease his cock slowly out of her ass and then she gasped as he unexpectedly lunged forward and rammed the whole thing back in up to the hilt. She saw stars and she screamed in pain but Mike pulled it out and did it again. The more she screamed the harder he fucked her. He had her bent over almost double and was poised over her ass like a dog fucking a bitch. Faster and faster he fucked her and soon he was breathing hard with the exertion and he was growling like an animal as he continued to punish her asshole. It was hurting now and she screamed at him to stop but he ignored her pleas and his cock kept hammering at her ass like a machine . She could see from the look on his face that he was out of control and that pure lust had taken over and there would be no stopping him until he shot his load.
Watching the transformation of her nephew into a fucking demon jarred something inside her and suddenly there was no more pain, only the desire to fuck him back with the same primal animal intensity. She felt a huge orgasm building and she screamed " Fuck me Mike ! Fuck my asshole, Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me ! " and then there was an incredibly tense contraction in her vagina as ejaculate started to squirt out of her cunt uncontrollably. Behind her she felt Mike tense up and then she felt a burning feeling inside her ass as he shot his fiery liquid deep into her bowels. She started to jerk and twitch and then there was momentary blackness as she passed out. It only lasted for a few seconds and she came out of it to find Mike running his fingers up and down the length of her cunt feeling the stickiness of her cum.
" Wow ! Aunt Joan " he stammered. " I didn't know that girls could shoot cum like a man . This is great "
He pulled his cock from her tortured ass and knelt between her legs and began to lick her pussy. " It tastes great Aunt Joan " he exclaimed as he greedily sucked up all of her juice. Joan grabbed his head and pulled him closer against her pussy. " Thank you Mike, you were fantastic. That's the first time that has ever happened to me "
They fell asleep with Mike's face still buried in between Joan legs and Joan gently cradling his cock and balls in her soft hands.
Chapter 3 ................ The Pact is Consummated
Cindy's friend dropped her off in front of the house and she came bounding in the door expecting to see Mike and her Mom in the front room but there was no one there and the house was silent. Maybe they had gone out, but then why was Mom's car in the driveway. Softly Cindy climbed the stairs towards the bedrooms and peeked in her Mom's bedroom.
What a fantastic sight ! There they were, both naked and the room literally stank of sex. Mike was asleep with his face buried in Moms' pussy and she had a hold of his semi-erect cock softly fondling it as she lay in a state of half sleep. Son of a bitch ! It really looked sexy and Cindy's pussy started to get wet just watching the tableau in front of her. Carefully she crept closer to the sleeping couple and when she was only inches away from her Mom's face , she quietly stepped out of her shorts and reached inside her panties and began to work her hand up and down over her now really wet pussy. Damn it felt great masturbating right in front of her Mom's face.
She jammed her fingers into her cunt and began to rub her clit furiously. She closed her eyes and finger fucked herself for all she was worth. She was starting to come when she felt someone gently take hold of her hand and start to squeeze. She opened her eyes and found her Mom smiling up at her and holding her hand. Her Mom placed her fingers on her lips and motioned for Cindy to keep quiet, then she moved her hand from her lips and placed it over Cindy's fingers and began to help Cindy masturbate. "God ! this is great " ! Cindy though. " Mom is helping me get off ". Joan's fingers slipped into her daughters' wet pussy and together they rubbed and probed and then Cindy groaned as she started to come. The orgasm was great. Fueled by the excitement of her Mom touching her, Cindy's cunt twitched and spasmed as her cum trickled down her leg . After the wave of pleasure subsided, Cindy leaned forward and kissed Joan and whispered " thanks Mom " then she quietly slipped away to her own bedroom.
Mike woke and found Joan gone, so he gathered up his clothes and crept over to the guest bedroom. As he passed Cindy's door he looked in and saw her sleeping. She was naked except for a little pair of flimsy white panties but they did nothing to hide the soft outline of her cunt lips and the tangle of brown pubic hair covering her mons. He was tempted to sneak in and feel her up but he though No, he better wait until later tonight. So he kept going into his room and went back to sleep.
Mike woke awhile later and Cindy was sitting on the bed beside him with her hand resting gently on his cock through his shorts. As he woke she squeezed his cock and leaned forward to kiss him. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she opened her lips wide as she kissed him passionately. Their tongues probed and sucked and Cindy's grip on his cock tightened as his erection stiffened. Quickly she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck as hard as she could. " God it felt like there was a vacuum cleaner on his cock " and in about 10 seconds he started to explode sending big sticky globs of cum into his cousin's throat. Cindy just kept sucking and swallowed all his cum, then when she had milked the last drop, she sat up and kissed him again.
" Welcome back Mike " she said. " Now let's go downstairs and eat and tonight we can really fuck. Mike dressed and together they went downstairs to find Aunt Joan fixing hamburgers and fries.
" Well Hi you too " she said. " I thought you were going to sleep forever. Are you ready to eat Mike " she added with a sly grin and Mike stammered back, " Yeah ! you .... I mean those hamburgers look really good"
All through dinner Mike tried hard to retain his composure but every time Aunt Joan would get up to bring something from the fridge or oven, Cindy would grab his cock under the table and squeeze his balls making him get a huge hard-on. Then every time Aunt Joan came back to the table it seemed like she was deliberately rubbing up against him. She was wearing a loose cotton blouse with the top three buttons undone and she was bra-less so every time she leaned close to Mike he was able to see her naked breasts and she made no attempt to cover herself up. Cindy acted like she was unaware of her mother teasing. After dinner Joan excused herself to go to the bathroom and she had no sooner left the room than Cindy jumped up and came around next to him and pulled her shorts and panties down over her ass and pushed her pussy into Mike's face
" How would you like some dessert Mike " she said as she reached down and grabbed his cock again.
"Jesus Cindy, cover yourself up. Your Mom could come back any minute and catch us " Mike said as he glanced over to the bathroom door.
" Oh don't be such a scaredy cat Mike, don't you like to take a chance now and then " she replied as she pulled her panties and shorts back up
Joan came back into the room just as Cindy finished pulling up her shorts but she made no comment about her being almost in Mike's lap. They finished up with dinner and went into the living room to watch a little t.v. Mike still had a bulge in his pants from where Cindy had been grabbing his cock and it was obvious that both Joan and Cindy were aware of it but neither of them said anything. They half heartedly watched t.v. for about an hour and then Joan made an exaggerated yawn saying that she was really tired and that she was going to bed early. Joan leaned over and kissed Mike softly on the lips as she left the room and went upstairs to her bedroom.
Cindy had a big smile on her face as she turned to Mike and said " have you fucked Mom yet Mike.? I saw you watching her tits and I know she's horny as hell "
Mike stammered and replied " well yes we did have sex earlier but how did you guess"
" Easy silly, I didn't have to guess. I saw you sleeping next to her with your face in her crotch when I came in earlier. C'mon lets go up to my room and get naked and you can tell me how you fucked Mom this afternoon. I want to hear all the details. It turns me on.
They climbed the stairs and slipped into Cindy's room and were tearing at each others clothes before they even reached the bed. In no time they were naked and on the bed groping at each other. Mike's cock was stiff and swollen up to its full size and Cindy quickly grabbed it and sucked it into her eager mouth. She started to suck hard and fast and Mike began to groan as he reached between her legs to find her wet cunt. He stuffed two fingers inside her and started to rub her clit feverishly. She let him grope for a while but then she twisted loose and said " Suck me Mike. I want you to suck my pussy "
Mike didn't need to be asked twice as he buried his face between her legs and sank his tongue into her slippery cunt.
Cindy cried out " Yes, Oh yes, right there Mike ! Lick my clit. Oh God, it feels so good . Do it faster." Mike did as she asked and started to lick and nibble on her engorged clit until she couldn't stand it any longer. She pulled away and threw herself onto her back on the bed and spread her legs wide apart. " Fuck me Mike.. Fuck me now ! "
Mike moved quickly between her legs and brought the head of his cock up to the lips of her pussy and with one hard shove of his hips he sank his cock into her all the way up to his balls. Cindy screamed " Aaaaargh ! and drew her legs up to her chest so his cock could penetrate deeper. Mike started to fuck harder and forced his cock as deep as he could into her hungry cunt. Cindy was screaming " Faster Mike, faster. I'm cumming " They were totally engrossed in their fucking and oblivious to the sound of Joans' footsteps as she slipped silently into the room and came up behind them.
Joan was behind Mike so he couldn't see her but Cindy did and a big smile crept across her face as she saw her Mom standing there watching Mike fuck her. Joan stood for a long time mesmerized by the sight of Mike's huge cock slamming away at her daughters delicate little pussy that was stretched wide by the girth of the monster. Mike was so engrossed in fucking Cindy that he barely noticed as a soft pair of hand gently cupped his balls and began to squeeze as he continued fucking.
" Mmmmm that feels great " he moaned as the pressure on his balls increased and he felt the cum building up in his balls. He was just about ready to cum when he felt a finger slide slowly up the crack of his ass and push gently into his asshole.He started to cum but then he suddenly noticed that Cindy's hands were above her head.
"What the h... " he gasped as he turned his head to see aunt Joan standing behind him with his balls in one hand and fondling his asshole with the other.
" Don't stop Mike " she whispered. " keep fucking her "
Mike jerked away and his cock slipped out of Cindy's cunt, spurting big globs of cum all over the place as he tried to sit up and cover himself.
" Aunt Joan !........ I, I, ... I mean,.. I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Cindy is just so sexy and it just kind of happened. I don't know what to say. "
Cindy started laughing and said " Mike , Mom knows you've been fucking me and you knew that I knew you've been fucking her. Now you're going to have to fuck us both or you're going to be in big trouble."
`Yes Mike " Joan chimed in " You pulled out before Cindy could cum so now you're going to have to start all over and finish the job and you're going to have to do me too " Mike could hardly believe his ears and offered no resistance as Joan took hold of his balls again and began to fondle them while Cindy dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Thirty seconds ago he had gone soft from surprise but now with the incredible feeling of both his aunt and his cousin working his cock and balls he started to rapidly get hard again.
" He's hard enough Cindy , are you ready ? "
Cindy let go of Mike's cock and answered. " I'm ready Mom `
" O.K. baby, lay on your back and bring your knees up to your chest " said Joan . Cindy did as she was told and Joan led Mike over between Cindy's legs. She took Mike's cock and guided it towards Cindy's wide open pussy but then at the last minute she said " No Mike, put it in her ass. She wants you to fuck her ass"
Oh Shit ! Mike couldn't believe his ears. His aunt was telling him to fuck his cousins ass and she was going to watch as he did it. Joan placed the head of his cock into the entrance to Cindy's ass and said. " O.K. Mike ..push it in " Mike hesitated but Joan pushed forward on his hips and his cock started to slide into Cindy's ass. The feeling was unbelievable as his cock sank deeper and deeper into Cindy's tight little ass and Joan watched in amazement as her daughters sphincter expanded to let his big cock gain access into her anus.
" Oh Mom ! ... it feels so good " Cindy cried as Mike's cock burrowed all the way into her ass until his balls were tight up against the cheeks of her butt.
Joan reached up between Mike's legs and cupped his balls. She began to squeeze and fondle them and told Mike. " Now you fuck her properly Mike. She likes it in her ass, so you give her all your cock. I want you to make her happy. " Mike was only to happy to oblige and Cindy groaned with pleasure as he began to slide the entire length of his cock in and out her ass with deep hard thrusts.
" Oh Yes Mike , that's right, keep fucking me just like that." " Are you watching his cock going in my ass Mom. I told you that you would like watching him fuck me "
Joan was getting so turned on watching Mike's cock slip in and out of Cindy's ass that she had to get relief. She crawled around in front of Mike and straddled Cindy and pulled his face into her cunt while he kept fucking Cindy. Now Mike was licking Joan's wet cunt at the same time he was pounding Cindy's ass. Cindy was looking straight up between her Mom's legs watching Mike licking her cunt. Her Mom's puckered little asshole was opening and closing every time Mike's tongue passed over her clit. Cindy had never seen her Mom's cunt and asshole up close before and she was amazed at how much it turned her on. She couldn't resist reaching up and cupping her Mom's ass cheeks in her hand. Joan gasped a little as she felt Cindy touch her butt but she didn't say to stop so Cindy continued squeezing and kneading as Mike kept licking. Still squeezing with one hand she slowly moved her other hand until she was lightly touching Joan's asshole with her fingers. She began to gently run her fingers around the rim of Joan's asshole, softly increasing the pressure as she rubbed. Joan's asshole was wet with pussy juice from where Mike was licking her cunt and with a soft squish, Cindy's finger slipped into her Mom's ass. Cindy kept pushing until her finger was all the way in. Joan gasped with surprise but still never pulled away as Cindy wormed her finger around in her Mom's rectum . Cindy couldn't stand it any longer. She took her finger out and grabbed her Moms hips pulling her closer and jammed her soft little tongue into Joan's ass.This time Joan let out a scream and tried to pull away but Cindy held on to her hips and wormed her silky little tongue in even deeper..
Mike saw what was happening and the erotic sight of watching Cindy tongue Aunt Joan's asshole was just too much. He started to fuck Cindy's ass with wild abandon and soon his balls started to swell as the fiery hot cum started to build inside him. His tongue was fucking aunt Joan's cunt as hard as he could and Cindy was tongue fucking her ass for all she was worth.
Joan was the first to cum !. She started bucking and screaming at the top of her lungs. " Oh God yes, don't stop, I'm cuuuuming ! ..Aaaaaaarhg. Her juice gushed out covering Mike's face and dripping down onto her daughters tongue. Cindy started to cum too and as she tried to scream she almost chocked on her Mom's cum. " Fuck, Fuck , Fuck " she screamed " Fuck my ass Mike, Fuck my ass !
Mike saw a red mist floating in front of his eyes as he started to pump his hot sticky load into his cousin ass. The pleasure of fucking Cindy in the ass at the same time he was eating her Mom's cunt was almost too intense. His balls exploded and the semen just kept pumping and pumping as he ejaculated.
With a huge sigh he collapsed and fell on top of Cindy, totally exhausted. They all slept for a few hours and then Mike woke to find aunt Joan sucking his cock and Cindy licking his balls. In no time he was hard and they started fucking all over again. By morning they had fucked Mike in just about every position imaginable and he was completely wiped out. Fortunately it was Saturday and Joan didn't have to work so nobody stirred until around noon. Finally Joan stumbled down to the kitchen and started to make brunch. Mike followed a little later and watched as his aunt stood there naked making scrambled eggs. Even after all the activity last night it wasn't too long that Mike started to get hard as he watched his aunt's ass as she bent over the stove.
He came up behind her and fondled her heiney a little before slipping a finger into her tight warm asshole. Joan shuddered with delight and said " You sure know how to distract a girl from making breakfast "
" Shall I stop " ? Mike asked
" Oh no ! " replied Joan " but you could slip your big cock up there instead if you like ". Mike moved Joan over to the table and bent her over. Quickly he moved up behind her and inserted his cock into the entrance to her rectum. With a quick shove he buried his cock in her waiting ass. Joan cried out as she felt the huge dick going into her ass. It always made her catch her breath as he first entered her. Soon Mike had a slow smooth rhythm going and that's how Cindy found them as she padded naked into the kitchen.
" Morning Mom " she said. " I see you're having a little cock for lunch. Mind if I watch ?
"Cindy you have a dirty mouth. I wish you wouldn't talk like that, but yes you can watch if you like "
" Well Jeez Mom. I come in here and I see Mike's cock buried in your ass, what am I supposed to say " Cindy shot back as she moved closer to them. She snuggled up behind Mike and gently gathered his balls in her hand as he continued to fuck her Mom's ass.
" Does that feel good Mike " she cooed as she squeezed his swollen nuts.
"Oh man does it ever " Mike answered as he felt his balls begin to tighten in anticipation of his climax.
" How about this " Cindy said, as she slipped a finger into his ass and shoved it in as far as she could.
Mike let out a groan and started to shoot his load into his aunts ass. Joan screamed as she felt his hot semen shoot into her rectum and Cindy jammed her finger even deeper into Mike's ass as his cock continued to spasm and shoot even more cum into her Mom's ass. Mike collapsed on top of Joan and Cindy laughed as she slapped Mike's ass and walked over to the fridge to get a drink of milk.
"Gee Mike. I thought you were a superstud. One little fuck before lunch and you're wore out already ...what about me ...do you have enough energy left to do me too.
Mike groaned. " Jesus, you two are terrible ..... I'm only human, you'll kill me with all this sex."
"Don't be silly Mike, we know you can get it up again, now get up on the table and lay down and Cindy, you get up on top of him." Aunt Joan encouraged.
Mike protested weakly but they helped him up onto the kitchen table and he lay down on his back. Despite himself, Mike felt his cock begin to harden again as he watched both Aunt Joan ad Cindy gently rubbing their cunts in anticipation. Quickly Cindy hopped up onto the table and positioned herself over Mike's now rock hard cock and squatted down trying to line up her cunt with Mike's cock. It was a little difficult, so Joan reached over and gently guided his cock into the entrance of Cindy's pussy. Once it was positioned right Cindy just sat down on it, and with a soft squish Mike's cock oozed up into her cunt until it was buried clear up to his balls.
" Ooooh that feels so good " Cindy said as she felt the warmth and size of his big cock inside her.
Joan came around to the head of the table and leaned over and began to kiss Mike passionately as Cindy braced herself on her Mom's shoulders and began to bounce up and down on Mike's cock. Mike was beside himself and burning up with desire for this fabulous mother daughter combination. Joan broke the kiss and climbed up onto the table as well and positioned herself so that she was kneeling over Mikes face with her pussy just inches from Mikes mouth. Gently she lowered herself down until Mile was able to slip his tongue into her cunt and start licking up and down the length of her slit from clitoris to asshole.
Aunt Joan started to groan with delight and pushed her cunt as deep into Mike's face as possible without smothering him while at the same time grinding her hips back and forth to match his tongue strokes.
Mother and daughter were facing each other and smiling wildly as they both experience the delights of Mike's cock and tongue. Their hands reached up and began to fondle and grope each other's now super sensitive tits and nipples.
" Oh Mom, this is so wonderful " Cindy exclaimed. " This was such a great idea. Isn't he a great licker. Is he getting you off ?"
All Joan could do was groan some more and Cindy watched fascinated as she saw her Mom's eyes glaze over with lust as an orgasm began to build deep in her gut. Cindy was getting real close herself and she squeezed her Mom's tits even harder as Mike's cock slammed up into her pussy bringing her closer and closer to the brink.
As if by some pre-arranged signal they both started to cum together and cries of " Oh fuck, Oh fuck, I'm cumming " filled the room as they fucked themselves almost senseless on Mike's cock and tongue. They humped and ground their pussies on Mike and squirted girl cum all over him for almost a solid minute before collapsing and freeing themselves from Mike's sex organs and then collapsing on the floor.
They never even noticed Mike as they crawled over to the couch and sank into each other's arms, kissing and hugging and groping each other's tits and pussies. They were sexually satiated and Mike was no longer important. He looked at them
incredulously but they just smiled back weakly and fell asleep. About half an hour later they awoke from their cat nap and grabbed him by his dick and dragged him into the shower with them where they scrubbed and washed him from head to toe and then all three of them jumped into the big king-sized bed and then all three fell into a deep sleep for several hours.
Chapter 4 ...... All good things come to an end
For the rest of the Summer Mike did virtually nothing but fuck the insatiable mother and daughter team. Thankfully an 18 year old boy has incredible stamina when it comes to fucking and Cindy at 16 just couldn't get enough sex either. Joan on the other hand must have raised some eyebrows at work, especially on Monday mornings after being fucked solid for 48 hours she could hardly keep her eyes open and several times her boss had sent her home early thinking she was sick.
Even though they had agreed that each of them could fuck Mike whenever they wanted, it always gave Joan a twinge of jealousy when she would come home early and catch the young couple in her bed fucking like a pair of rabbits. She had to catch her breath in awe as she saw her daughter on all fours on the bed with her ass up in the air and Mike hunched over her with his huge cock shoved all the way up into her tiny little rectum and his big balls resting up against her pussy as he buried the whole 9 inches inside the little girl's warm rectal passage. As Cindy moaned and writhed in ecstasy all Joan could do was slip her hand into her own panties and frantically frig herself off as the young couple, oblivious to her presence continued to fuck each other's brains out. Sometimes she just couldn't control herself and she would come up quietly behind them and gently take Mike's balls in one hand as he fucked Cindy and with her other hand she would rub Cindy's super sensitive clit until she exploded with a terrific orgasm.
Summer was almost over and then two things happened almost simultaneously that really screwed up an almost perfect arrangement. Cindy was on birth control so there was no problem with her but suddenly Aunt Joan missed a period and started feeling sick, Sure enough a trip to the doctor confirmed that she was pregnant. She had not had sex with another man for almost 5 months so there was no doubt Mike was the father.
Then a week after that disastrous news, Mikes Mom forwarded him a letter advising that he had been accepted to Texas A& M on a full football scholarship and they wanted an answer a s soon as possible. Of course he would have to move to Texas almost full time with only a few Simmer months to come home and it would look weird to his parents if he wanted to spend all his vacation time with his Aunt and his cousin.
After a lot of discussion and many tearful evenings it was decided that the best thing would be for him to take the scholarship and move to Texas and that he and Cindy should start looking for other partners. Aunt Joan would quietly go away and have the baby and probably give it up for adoption and no one would be any the wiser.
Things got sort of awkward after the decision was made so it was decided that Mike would leave early for his home. They still had sex until he left and although it was physically satisfying, knowing that it was over took the thrill out of it. Aunt Joan kept to herself and left Mike and Cindy to their own goodbyes. Of course Cindy bawled that she was in love and that there would never be anyone but Mike, but they all knew she would get over it.
The night before Mike left, Joan watched through the open bedroom door as Cindy sucked Mike's big cock for the last time but as he moved up and eased his dick into her little ass she couldn't watch anymore and ran to her own bedroom and cried herself to sleep.
The return train trip was the longest and most painful trip Mike had ever taken and this time there was no lovely Mexican lady to help ease the hurt.
I still don't know how to create comment boxes so if you like the story and want to comment, send me an e-mail at [email protected]
Thanks ... Likesemyoung
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Laura - Chapter 368
Lunching with some clients at Scotts, a trendy seafood restaurant in the Embarcadero Center, and one so loud with the yammering of the lunch crowd that you could barely hear yourself think, Laura spotted, several tables away, Paula Cooper, also in a group, looking almost sedate, and gorgeous. She still wore her stylish red plastic framed glasses that Laura recalled her removing before Laura had kissed her ravenously in one of the empty apartments she had been showing Laura as a stand-in for Frankie, who needed to move to the city after the sale of her and her ex-husbands house. For several minutes Paula did not notice her, and so in the interstices of boring business conversation she could grab quick glances in her direction, feeling herself quiver inwardly with memories of having devoured the womans smooth black swans neck, as well as the rest of her thrilling long slender black body. Paula was the real estate agent she had met while helping Frankie look for an apartment in the city.
Though she and Paula, it had quickly turned out, were more interested in fucking each other than in prospective apartments for Frankie.
Paula finally looked her wayand did a mild, barely noticeable little double-take when she recognized Laura. She looked away, almost blushing, or what would be blushing if she were not so dark. Maybe thats one reason I like her so much, Laura reasoned; Laura, me, the world champion of blushing unexpectedly. She gets flummoxed like me. Paula was clearly a little flummoxed, but, like Laura, suddenly much more interested in this across-the-room flirtation than she was in the conversation of her lunch companions. She kept looking over at Laura every few seconds, and smiled back knowingly when Laura smiled at her.
Laura let a few minutes pass, then, waiting patiently for another moment when Paula glanced over at her, she made excuses and got up from the table, heading toward the back of the restaurant where the restrooms were located. Surreptitiously, she again looked over at Paula, who nodded almost imperceptibly to acknowledge that she had got the message.
They met in the small, concealed corridor leading to the Ladies Room. God, its great to see you, Laura said to her in a hushed near-whisper. You look great.
This was code for: Id like to rip off your clothes and fuck you to the moon right here.
Paula deciphered Lauras code quickly and without effort. You too, she grinned, flashing the same sexual semaphore at Laura with her dark, flashing eyes. You never called me.
Oh, out with the accusations already, Laura teased her. Couldnt. Married, you know. She waggled her gold-ringed finger in front of Paulas face.
Of course Paula already knew that Laura was married. She herself had a live-in partner. Or had had one at the time. Part of the relish of their earlier encounter was derived from the guilt of cheating, and they had both enjoyed it to the fullest.
Not me, Paula said in a clipped manner, as if just to be informative. We split. Caught her screwing a secretary. Actually . . . three secretaries. One more than I could stomach. She smiled. Rather, beamed.
You dont look too broken up over it, Laura said, grinning.
Forget her. Now I can try to break up your marriage.
Good luck with that, Laura sniped. But I would . . . like to . . . see you. She paused appropriately to let the see you sink in. You know what I mean, you hot thing. She let her eyes briefly sweep up and down Paulas body, a long trip, since Paula was tall.
Not tonight, Josephine, Paula cracked. You see those people at my table? Theyre about to sign a deal for one of those two million dollar condos in that new One Rincon Hill building. You know, the tall silvery one by the Bay Bridge.
I happen to know someone who already owns one there, Laura wanted to tell her and brag a little about her rich girl paramour. But she refrained. She fucked my ears off last week, just like you want to do. Running with the rich folks now? she said to Paula instead.
Its all business. Her eyes sparkled devilishly. I aint doing bad, though, now that you mention it. Ill get a big commission.
Mmmmm. Champagne to celebrate? Call me? She slipped Paula her business card.
What will Ms. Bell think?
This was a reference to Frankie, through whom Laura and Paula had met. Paula then and now had seemed confused about Lauras wife and Lauras friend Frankie, which was which.
Frankie? Laura smiled. She would wish me luck, I hope. But she works so hard shell never even know. She and I havent even . . . seen each other . . . in about two months. Work and sleep, thats Frankie.
Poor thing. Maybe we should invite her to our champagne party.
Are you kidding. Laura, after looking around to make sure they were alone, leaned forward to peck her on her impossibly velvety black cheek. Im not sharing you with anybody! Youre mine.
This made Paula almost blush again. Ill call you.
You better.
I will.
But she didnt. Laura expected a call in the next few days, but when it didnt come the thought of Paula moved to the back of her mind. The sheik from Dubai who had flirted with acquiring her company had disappeared, or turned to other playthings, but there were still interested parties, from corporate raiders to flamboyant billionaires; and neither she nor her fellow workers were given much time to sigh in relief that yet another acquisition feeler had died in a welter of anxious rumor and innuendo.
On top of that, her weekly Thursday nights at the Suicide Hotline were beginning to weigh her down, especially since Brenda, who had got her involved with it in the first place, had taken some time off to tend to her terminally ill mother. No matter how depressing Thursday nights were, Laura had got into the habit of knowing that at the end of each one she and Brenda would drown their mild depression in an exuberant hour of hot fucking. Now, though she was ashamed of herself for mourning its loss, not even that was available to console her.
It was on such a night, while she was still fielding calls from the near-terminally depressed, that she got a call on her cell phone from Paula. Finally.
I cant talk to you right now, she whispered. Very busy.
Oh? With somebody important? Paula half-teased. Somebody who wouldnt like to know who this is?
Ill tell you all about it . . . later.
I wouldnt dream of interrupting you, Paula said acidly.
Dont hang up! I just cant explain. Right now. Then she shrugged and explained anyway, briefly, since there was an abused teenaged girl on the Suicide line, who maybe was flirting with self-violence or maybe wasnt. It was frequently hard to tell. Im a volunteer, she told Paula. Suicide Hotline. Ive got to talk to this person. She needs my ear. And my sympathy. Sorry. Let me call you back in an hour.
Paula seemed somewhat shocked and chastened. Oh . . . Laura. Sorry. I had no idea you
You dont have to apologize. I just . . . Ive got to talk to her. She might hurt herself.
Go right ahead. Dont mind me. Just call me when you get the chance. Im so . . . proud of you. Go ahead. Save her. Call me later.
I will.
Of course, Laura reflected, you never knew if you saved her. Or him, as the case might be. You talked, gently, reasonably, sometimes it seemed for hours, trying to coax them away from self-harm. Usually the conversations ended well, as well as you could expect, with, one hoped, a broader perspective on life being shared. But Laura knew just talking them out of it once was no cheap cure. You didnt know what they would face when they hung up the phone.
These notions were certainly not compatible with scintillating sex, but she managed them as well as possible in order to get some sleep that night and to get through one more day at work. She had not even thought to look yet toward the weekend, though Makeeda would be out of town, appearing at a jazz cabaret in Milwaukee. Finally feeling a little better on Saturday afternoon, she phoned Paula.
Did you keep her from killing herself? Paula asked immediately.
How do I know? Laura snapped, then felt guilty for snapping. Sorry. I didnt mean to seem sharp.
No problem. I think youre a saint for voluntarily undergoing such stress. I could never do it.
You never know until you try, Laura sighed.
As they talked, she pictured Paula naked, the way she had looked the first and only time they had fucked. Paulahandcuffed, at her request, writhing, her long, sleek, black body gleaming and straining, her pretty little breasts and large dark nipples shimmying as she climaxed, her face contorted by the excruciating spasm of a wrenching orgasm. Oh god, I want some of that! she realized.
The sound of your voice makes me horny, she said, more or less blurting it out, with no attempt to soften the issue.
In that case, Paula said, amused, let me give you my new address. This was not the apartment she had previously shared with her now-estranged or severed partner, whom Laura had never met. But she and Paula had fucked, heatedly, and speedily, during a lunch hour, in that apartment. How long will it take you to get here? Paula asked.
Her new apartment was in the Marina, though thankfully not near the house formerly occupied by Nyomi and her daughter Alana. That might have brought back too many memories. I think I can get there in . . . she looked at her watch. About five minutes. Just kidding. Maybe half an hour, depending on the bridge traffic.
See you then. Ive got champagne and caviar.
Dont bother. Im a working class sort of girl. Beer and pretzels are fine.
Laura packed her little valise. In went the Double Penetrator. In went the short-handled riding crop. In went the velvet rope. She didnt mean to presume, but at the start of the only time they had ever fucked, Paula had asked Laura to handcuff her. And when Laura had demurred, objecting You dont even know me, Paula had quickly and firmly said, I know you. She didnt seem like one of those sinister, kinky devils who would tie you to the bed and flay you with twisted passion, but you never could tell. She definitely went in for at least a little of the rough stuff, and depending on the extent and depth of it, Laura was not inclined to turn away.
In fact, it made her blood sizzle just contemplating it. Even more so when Paula met her at the door wearing a purple velour lounging suit that for some reason seemed to invite sensuality and a veiled, elegant sexual invitation. Laura knew what was under the suit, that silky lean black body that made her lust swell and thump with hot urgency. And those stylish red-framed glasses, that made her look both studious and hot. Like a prim librarian with a fire burning down below.
Well, hello, Laura. Paula smiled seductively. Please come in.
But Laura was no sooner past the doorjamb than she realized there was someone else in the house. A ravishing Hispanic-looking woman appeared from around the corner where she had been in the living room. She was a little shorter than Paula, who was tall; the new woman about Lauras height, with a large cloud of black hair falling to her shoulders, sharp, beautiful features, and an altogether stunning body, much more curvaceous than the thin Paula, with jutting breasts and swelling hips and tiny waist. Laura tried to take all this in without being too apparent about it, but the woman clearly saw her looking, and clearly was used to it, and clearly enjoyed it.
Paula too was amused. This is Nora . . . Nora Marquez. My . . . how shall we put it? Ex. Ex-partner. You remember. I told you she worked for the Chamber of Commerce?
If shes your ex, what is she doing here? Laura wanted to ask but refrained. Dont tell me, Ill bet I can guess.
But this, she realized, changed the atmosphere completely. She had come for a tryst with Paula. True, they barely knew one another, but they had fucked once, and it had been a thrilling, though brief, encounter. Laura had been looking forward to expanding and enriching their initial connection, and she had figured that Paula felt the same. Yet here was the unexpected and gorgeous Nora Marquez, my ex, to completely change the tone and alter the scenario. It wasnt that Laura shied away from a threesome; but she couldnt deny that she was made a little uncomfortable by the change in the direction of this evening.
Pleased to meet you, Nora, she smiled sweetly, taking Noras extended hand gracefully.
Hi, Laura. Paula told me about you.
Oh god, really? Laura wanted to ask. What did she tell you? All good, I hope, she said, feigning embarrassment.
She told you I handcuffed her and fucked her? Both at her request? Come on, now. She didnt. Did she?
These thoughts made her look down clumsily at her valise, feeling suddenly exposed, caught, revealed as a criminal pervert, arriving for a tryst with a bag full of sex toys. It was almost enough to make her blush except that Paula, sensing Lauras discomfort, immediately steered her by the elbow past Nora and into the living room.
Wine? she asked. Something stronger? Vodka? Rum?
Rum? Laura grimaced. Perish the thought. Vodka would be great.
In several more minutes they were sitting around the glass coffee table like old chums, drinking and smiling and chatting amiably. The only thing that continued to give Laura a mild discomfort was that Nora wore a bathrobe with, apparently, nothing on beneath it. As if she and Paula had just come from a steamy session in the bedroom, though of course Paula had pulled on a lounging outfit. Nora had not bothered.
Come to think of it, she even had, Laura noticed, a lazy, sensual, come hither look, as if to say: I know what youre thinking. You didnt expect this. If you want to flee, youd better do it now.
Also, the more Nora squirmed in her seat in the easy chair across from the sofa where Paula and Laura were sitting, the more the lapels of her bathrobe slipped open. Her robe was fluffy and white and reminded Laura of the fluffy yellow one LaVonda had always worn, the one Laura had loved taking off her amazing statuesque body. Nora was not built like LaVonda, not what one would called voluptuous, but she was very well formed, with especially hard, jutting breasts, so difficult to miss as they pushed against the fabric of her robe. Laura found herself staring and realized that Nora was watching her stare.
And yet Laura had come here to have sex with Paula, not Nora. Paula had, compared to Nora, and even to Laura, no breasts; or at least only small, delectable swellings capped by large soft and puffy black areolas that Lauras mouth could remember with salivating relish. But when you glanced down at her chest you saw nothing. She might as well be flat-chested, though Laura knew different. But the rest of her was delicious. The purple velour of her lounging suit somehow made her dark skin glow with a rich contrasting sheen, and Laura wanted to skim her lips all over every visible portion of it, especially her long black swans neck. She wanted to rip off those prim glasses and fuck her so hard that she winced and whimpered and groaned through a fierce climax, as she had earlier done during their lunchtime tryst.
Paula must have seen Lauras eyes smoking, for she seemed to realize they were getting nowhere fast, and something had to be done to jump start the proceedings. She took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table next to her drink. Laura gulped. There could be no clearer indication that the decks were being cleared for action. Nora smiled. She squirmed even more, and her bathrobe lapels finally gave way to the laws of physics and gaped open completely, as her sash came loose, exposing most but not yet all of her marvelous jutting naked breasts. Her large brown nipples were excited, and the centers pushed up about half an inch. Laura realized she was licking her lips, and both women were watching her do it.
Mmmm . . . sorry, she stammered, blushing a little.
Dont be sorry, Paula said, amused. She makes me salivate too.
Nora was even more amused. You two are so pathetic. Youd think you never saw a womans titties before.
With that, she pulled her robe completely open and shrugged it off her shoulders so that the top part of it fell in a crumpled heap around her hips on the easy chair. This movement of course made her very firm and upswept breasts jiggle and sway, and Laura realized that she herself was becoming wildly aroused. Nora had rich, tawny, wheat-colored skin and her upper body was smooth and beautifully formed. Straight clavicles. Deep cleavage. Small waist. Gasp. She grinned slyly at Laura.
Then she cradled her naked breasts in her palms and ran her thumbs across the stiff, thick centers of her nipples, looking down almost proudly as she did it, then glancing up at Paula and Laura. Maybe you two would like a taste?
It was at this point that Laura noticed Nora had a slight cast to her left eye, not at all dramatic, but clearly the eye was off-center and tilted slightly toward her ear, which gave her somehow a mysterious and hyper-sexual aura, as if she were beckoning you and challenging you at the same time: Come and fuck me, if you dare.
She looked over at Paula, who also seemed to be pretty aroused, her dark eyes pulsing with sexual excitement. Then she looked back at Nora, whose lips were now parted suggestively, and who was now twisting and pinching her large, swelling nipples. Why dont you . . . come over here, she smiled, indicating the space on the sofa between her and Paula. Theres more room over here.
Slowly, letting both Paula and Laura take in the magnificence of her naked body, Nora stood up and moved around the coffee table toward them. She paused next to Lauras knees. I think I might be getting myself into a little trouble here. You two look like you could . . . hurt a girl, if she wasnt careful.
Laura smiled at Paula, who looked hypnotized by the sensual beauty of her ex-lover. No wonder, she thought. I dont know why theyre ex, but its clear they dont have any trouble ringing each others chimes. And I cant say its a puzzle to me, either. God, what a beautiful woman!
She moved her knees to the side a little to let Nora pass and sit between them. I think we can take care not to hurt you, Paula murmured as she and Laura both began stroking and kissing Noras naked body with barely controlled hunger. What do you think, Laura?
But Laura couldnt answer her. She already had a mouthful of Noras breast and was eagerly trying to swallow the womans thick, bulbous, brown nipple, pinching it between her tongue the roof of her mouth, making Nora wince and emit little squeaking noises from her throat.
Oh . . . shit! Nora gasped.
Laura smiled up at her without releasing her nipple from her mouth. She gave it another hard suck and watched Noras eyes roll up. Paula, viewing all this, gave Laura a sly smile and immediately siphoned up Noras other breast with her mouth, sucking and gnawing her nipple, so that both she and Laura were quickly mouth-mauling and gorging on Noras stiff nipples until Nora was squirming and whimpering with ever-increasing excitement.
Unhhh! Oh! Unhhh! Oh shit! Unnnuunnn! she gasped, twisting and looking down at the two women devouring her breasts.
In the middle of doing it, Laura and Paula stopped long enough to meet between Noras saliva-wet breasts for a hungry kiss of their own, which threatened quickly to boil over into sweet mouth-rape. Their tongues stabbed and coiled together, and Laura realized that hot three-way fucking was going to break out momentarily right here on the couch if they didnt move to some place more comfortable.
Paula, eyes afire, mouth hungrily savaging Lauras, seemed to realize the same thing. Cmon, she panted, sitting up, pulling Nora up with both hands. Lets take you into the bedroom and do you right.
Nora, whose own dark brown eyes were pulsing and electric with sexual need, nodded and let both Laura and Paula pull her naked body up off the sofa. Paula led the way, and several seconds later they were in her bedroom, hurriedly disrobing. Paula ripped down the bed coverings, exposing the bottom sheet, and Nora crawled onto it to await their continuing attentions. Knowing how aroused they both were by her body, she writhed and posed like a cat, cupping and twisting her naked breasts, tweaking her large brown nipples, running two fingers up and down in her crotch, parting her glistening wet cunt lips and sliding her fingers into the hot wet pink furrow.
If you two dont hurry . . . she panted, twisting and squirming, Im going to come just from watching you undress.
Laura, glancing over at Paula hastily slipping out of her lounging suit, could sympathize with this feeling. The naked Nora, stretched out and writhing on the bed, was devastatingly sexy and alluring, but Laura had fucked the delicious Paula once already, and had in fact come here tonight to do it again. The womans body, gradually revealed as she stripped off her clothing, made her seethe with fresh lust.
Paula was long, long, long; tall, svelte, very dark, with willowy dark legs and a midriff that had to be over two feet in length, all that delicious taut flesh and dark skin to nuzzle and kiss and lick. Her tiny breasts, swellings really, were capped by large black chocolate macaroon nipples that made Lauras mouth water, and her ass, so substantial for a very lean woman, was high and round and amazing. Laura had bitten it, passion-biting chunks of delicious butt cheeks while overdosing on the sweet aroma of Paulas wet, aroused pussy; and she was determined to bite it again.
While she also wanted to fuck Nora, she in truth barely knew her, whereas Paula was the true magnet of her lust here. Still, they were both naked now, on the bed, awaiting her. She carefully stripped off her lacy underwear and neatly piled it on top of the rest of her clothes on a nearby chair, then joined them.
Finally! Nora breathed with a sexual sigh as Paula and Laura quickly pinned her naked body between them and began to kiss and caress her with renewed passion.
Laura, being the stranger here, said not a word, though she realized her mouth was too busy to speak anyway. She was, as always, hyper oral, and she hungrily kissed and sucked every part of Noras lovely wheat-colored body that her mouth would reach. It was Paula who murmured constantly to her: how they were going to fuck her and tear her lovely body to pieces with sexual hunger, and and and . . .
Ill teach you to run away from me with those little tarts . . . she murmured to Nora while squeezing and sucking her substantial breasts, then sharing them with Laura, who would not be denied. Laura sucked one thick, erect brown nipple deep into her mouth while listening to Paula go on and on. And were going to screw the holy hell out of you, my darling, Laura and me, arent we Laura. Were going to curl your toes. Im going to get the strap-on right now. She looked up at Laura from where she was crouched between Noras spread thighs, licking and sucking the womans pretty dark brown pussy. Laura could see the slick wet pink inner sleeve where Paula had been sticking her tongue. Did you bring one, Laura?
Im afraid I brought everything, darling, Laura smiled and nodded. I thought we were going to be alone. Just you and me. But . . . hell, Im ready for anything. And I must say your ex is a gorgeous hunk of woman.
I did, she winked. Be right back.
She popped off the bed and back down the hall for a moment to grab her small valise, which she had deposited on a spare chair when she entered the house. There were, she gathered, the undercurrents of a revenge fuck here, and she didnt exactly know how to respond, or what her role would be. Apparently, Paula was still angry over Noras infidelities, which were clearly the reason for their split. She was looking for payback of a sort, and had roped Laura into helping. And yet . . . Nora was amazingly beautiful, and Laura would have wanted to fuck her under any circumstances. So how could she back out now?
Her excitement was heightened even more when, though it had only taken her thirty seconds or so to retrieve the valise from the living room, she returned to the bedroom to find Nora on her knees and Paula behind her, thrusting a strap-on dildo as deep into her pussy as it would go.
Awwonnggg! Nora howled just as Laura re-entered the room, a contorted wince of fierce pleasure passing over her very beautiful face.
You started without me, she half-chuckled, quickly extricating her own seven-inch dildo from the valise and slipping into the harness.
Paula grinned, glancing over at her. Youd better hurry or youll miss the fun. Shes like you, she goes off like a rocket once you light the fire.
Unmmphh! Unggphmmff! Nora grunted again, wincing again, as Paula began to fuck her more roughly.
When Laura joined them on the bed it was clear that some rearranging of bodies had to occur. Are we going to both do her at the same time? Laura asked, plausibly, since Paula and Nora seemed to be already in the middle of a successful merger.
There was even some mild feeling of exclusion on Lauras part, since these two were former lovers and presumably long-time partners who knew how to fuck each other well, and needed no fresh body to increase their pleasure. And yet, though she was being fuck-pummeled by Paula, and was intermittently wincing and groaning, Nora smiled up at Laura as if to say: If you dont get it in me quick Im going to be very disappointed.
Please . . . Laura . . . ungghhh! Owwnncchh! Her head whipped around so that she could glare at Paula. Do you have to do it so hard?
Paula was panting pretty rapidly herself by now from the exertion of roughly fucking her former lover. She smiled slyly. Its what you deserve.
Laura was at a loss what to do, poised on her knees next to them, the obscene dildo jutting out from her groin and bobbing each time the mattress sagged due to Paulas vigorous thrusting. Finally, she noticed Laura waiting there.
Get underneath and fuck her pussy, she panted. Ill fuck her in the ass. Then, to Nora: Were going to DP the holy shit out of you, honey. Youre going to wish you never met either one of those girls.
Ah, revenge fucking! Laura reflected, with a kind of morose arousal. She had done it herself in the past. And had it done to her. It was certainly a mixed pleasure. The sex could be smoking hot, but the feelings were often a complex brew of shame, cruelty, guilt, frank sadism, and regret. But as for the present situation, she could hardly back out at this point.
Quickly, and adroitly, she slipped under Noras body and guided her own dildo into the womans pussy, which had just been vacated by Paulas. Noras whole lovely body clenched briefly, and she gave a soft groan, as Paula forced her strap-on dildo into the womans asshole, after first widening it a little with her fingers.
Anngghh! Nora groaned, throwing her head back, her eyes tightly shut, her lips parted, her lovely full breasts dangling in Lauras face.
Laura, always an oral maniac, could not refrain from grabbing the luscious dangling globes with both hands and mouth-mauling them passionately. Noras thick brown nipples were erect with excitement and now wet and shiny with Lauras saliva as she tongue-lashed them and sucked them ravenously.
Unnnn . . . unnnn . . . Nora gasped and grunted softly, each gasp punctuated again by a grunt as Paula impaled her ass again on the strap-on dildo. Ungghh! Anngghh!
And now Laura was fucking her too, in her pussy, and the gentle, relentless rhythm she had momentarily interrupted was entirely replaced by a more urgent and athletic motion as the three of them now began hurtling toward the finish line. Laura gyrated her hips vigorously, ramming her own strap-on dildo deep up into Noras cunt, while Paula on top began accelerating her pace until she was really ripping into Noras ass sharply with each pile-driving thrust, driving Noras body down into Laura, who was now digging her fingers into the smooth, jouncy flesh of Noras asscheeks as she lunged upward with the dildo into Noras tight pussy.
Through the gaps in her awareness that briefly opened up in the midst of this sudden hurricane of rough fucking Laura found herself marveling at Paulas wicked enthusiasm. After all, they had only fucked once, in a brief noon hour interlude that had to be hasty, though it had been very hot. But Paula at that time had displayed no rough edges at all and instead had asked Laura to handcuff and fuck her, being quite willing, it seemed, to take the passive role. She was anything but passive now, ass-fucking her ex-girlfriend with almost awesome vigor, and spite, impaling Nora again and again on the dildo, while underneath Noras squirming body Laura did her best just to keep up.
But all this hammer-fucking quickly took its toll on Nora, who after a relentless spearing from both of them was drawing closer and closer to a climax. It was, Laura could tell, only a few brief seconds away.
Aungghh! Oh . . . shit! Unngghh! Mnnnggg! Owwwnncchh! Aunnggh! she groaned and gasped as her body began to seize up with fierce spasms of wrenching pleasure. And then it was there. AAUUNNGGHHH! MNNGGEEEE! she suddenly shrieked, falling forward onto Laura, nearly crushing her, but also writhing and wriggling wildly as the thunderbolts of ecstasy pierced her flexing muscles.
One never knew exactly how long these paroxysms lasted, but after several seconds or minutes of hot squirming, with the shuddering Nora pinned between her and Paula, Laura felt the other two moving less, and realized that the weight of two bodies now pressed down on her, since she was on the bottom. Nora was still panting and gasping, though not as rapidly now, and Paula was only now getting her own breath back.
Slowly, the peeled their bodies apart, and Laura and Paula removed the thick, wet shafts from Noras ass and pussy. Nora gasped sharply again as she felt them sliding out.
Ahhhhh! She winced, then smiled at Laura, and pointedly did not smile at Paula.
Laura, not knowing what to say, or what might come next, smiled back noncommittally. Well, now that Paula has got her revenge, maybe we can all three of us have a little fun together, she said, slyly.
That wasnt fun? Paula cracked. Looked like you were having fun to me.
Nora, however, ignored her and moved instead toward Laura. She kissed Lauras cheek, then her neck and shoulder, raising one hand up to Lauras breasts and caressing them, tweaking Lauras aroused nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Maybe you and I should have some fun, since she wants to be such a bitch.
Laura, only momentarily befuddled, quickly responded by embracing her and coiling together with her while Nora began to tongue and suck one of her breasts passionately. They squirmed and writhed on the bed only inches away from Paula, who watched them as if amazed, before she too joined in. Laura had come here to fuck with her, Paula, of course, and was delighted finally to feel Paulas long, sleek, smooth black body rubbing everywhere against her from behind, she undulating and panting as Paulas arms encircled her body and Paulas hands flittered up and down from her breasts, to her crotch and back, while Nora kept sucking her, switching from one throbbing nipple to the other and back again, until Laura was, she realized from hearing herself, mewling and gurgling softly, feeling her whole body come alive under their ardent caresses.
Excuse me, ladies, Im washing this off, she suddenly heard Paula say soft. Be right back. Dont start without me.
And Paula was off the bed, darting into the adjoining bathroom to scrub clean the dildo she had just been shoving up her former lovers ass. In her absence Laura and Nora began kissing and groping even more seriously, savaging each others mouth with incendiary hunger and hand-fucking each others soupy wet pussy, until both were squirming wildly, and panting crazily, by the time Paula rejoined them with a clean, disinfected dildo.
For a few more minutes the three of them slithered sensually together, while Laura and Nora continued kissing hungrily, sloppily, roughly, thoroughly. Paula was still behind Laura, her long body and small breasts pressing into Lauras naked back, the large, thick bulbs of her nipples pushing into Lauras overheated flesh. Laura still had fixed in place the strap-on she had earlier been fucking Nora with, and as though it were planned that way, she and Nora managed between them to impale Nora on it again, as Laura glanced down and saw the shaft disappearing into the womans splayed dark-lipped pussy.
At nearly the same instant she realized that Paula, behind her, was slipping the strap-on dildo that she had re-armed herself with upon returning from the bathroomwhere she had cleaned itinto Lauras pussy from behind. So that now Laura was facing Nora, fucking her again with the strap-on, while Paula, pressing against Lauras back, was fucking Laura with her own strap-on.
Oh . . . shit! Laura gasped with feverish excitement, never having been in quite this position before, and quickly feeling her sexual temperature skyrocket as the three of them began thrusting and writhing maniacally. Oh god . . . yes! Ungghh!
Mnngg! Oh! Ungghh! Nora gasped, still trying to kiss Laura but not succeeding in the maelstrom of hot thrashing that their three surging bodies had suddenly become.
Even though it was wildly exciting, she knew it wasnt going to last. Maybe Nora would take a while to climax again, since she had just done it minutes ago; but Laura knew it wouldnt take her, Laura, much longer. She was already fiercely aroused, and the feel of Paulas lean, supple body rubbing against her back, and Paulas groin slamming into her ass repeatedly as Paula rammed the dildo into her pussy, was enough to make her whimper and wail in anticipation of a sharp and wrenching orgasm.
She did not have very long to wait. Paula was a more vigorous and enthusiastic aggressor than she would have imagined her to be, and soon she was jabbing the dildo deep into Lauras pussy as she too knew Laura was about to come.
Unghh! Awwoonngggg! Ummnngghh! Laura groaned, writhing and doing her best to fuck Nora hard too at the same time that she herself was being pierced and pummeled from behind, her pussy crammed and split by the hard rubberized dildo that Paula was wielding. Auunggghhh! Oh . . . shit!
And then it was there. Her body just exploded with incandescent pleasure, a huge, throbbing bomb of coming. It was so crushing that for a moment she could not even breathe, or make a sound. Then the moans escaped from her throat.
Ohhnnnn! Aiiinngghiieee! Oh! Oh! Awwonnggg!
For Paula kept pumping her almost viciously throughout her wrenching climax. And in the middle of it, Nora began to come again too. Laura, barely conscious through the firestorm of her own orgasm, felt Noras stiffening body flipping and surging, and heard her frantic, piercing cries, as she moaned into Lauras neck.
Mmnnnggeeee! Mmmnnggeeee!
It took several minutes for both Laura and Nora to stop clenching and shuddering, as the aftershocks of their thrilling orgasms continued to ripple through their bodies. Even Paula was still panting, though her breathing returned to normal fairly quickly. She withdrew the long, thick dildo from Lauras pussy and let the two them, still clinging together from the firestorm of fucking they had just endured, to recover without her. In fact, as she gradually returned to her senses, Laura thought she could hear the water running again in the adjacent bathroom, indicating that Paula was again cleaning the strap-on dildo in preparation for round three.
Lauras eyes blinked open and she saw Nora, whose face was still only inches from hers, staring at her, then grinning. Thank you, she made the words with her lips in exaggerated fashion, without actually speaking.
Youre welcome, Laura smiled back, also mouthing the words. It was as if they had a hot mental connection that since Paula had just rough-fucked each of them, they were about to return the favor and could hardly wait. Especially Laura, who had come here specifically to have sex with Paula anyway, and was certainly eager to get on with it. Even though Nora Marquez had, strictly speaking, the most beautiful body of the three of them, it was Paulas long, lean, glossy black body Laura craved; and she now meant to have her fill of it.
Paula returned to the bed, holding the now-clean strap-on dildo and harness in one hand, with a little smirk on her pretty mouth. Well . . . I guess you two are way ahead, she purred in a soft, throaty voice.
Laura reached out for her free hand, drawing her down on the sheet with them. I guess we can take care of that, she purred back, instantly enfolding the long, luscious creature in her arms and kissing whatever part of Paulas lean body her lips came in contact with.
Nora watched them. Laura was of two minds about whether or not to worry about including her but finally decided not to let Nora interfere with her getting her fill of this womans splendid long slender divinely black body, which she meant to inhale. This seemed, momentarily at least, to suit Nora just fine; she had climaxed twice during the recent hot little tussle, and seemed content to let Laura have her way with Paula, while she herself just watched and enjoyed.
But shes not enjoying it as much as I am, Laura thought, stroking Paulas taut, silky flesh everywhere, mouth-mauling her large, gleaming black nipples, dipping one hand between Paulas firm thighs to find her wet furrow and penetrate it with two eager fingers. I have been so wanting to fuck you for ages, she breathed into Paulas pretty ear, squeezing her ass, rubbing her swollen clit with the palm of one hand.
Paula was already panting and writhing. She knew it was her turn and was determined to get her fill of this. The handcuffs! she panted to Laura.
Why she wanted the handcuffs was a puzzle to Laura. Here she was, in a perfervid state of seething sexual arousal, about to get aggressively fucked by at least one of the other people present (me! Laura thought), and possibly the other one too, and quickly brought to a cataclysmic seizure of hot coming, and she wanted to pause while Laura found the handcuffs and locked her wrists together. And yet, when they had done this before, she and Laura, their first and only time, Paula had also insisted on the handcuffs. When Laura had protested You barely know me, she had panted, with fiery need in her eyes, I know you!
And, admittedly, after Laura handcuffed her she had climaxed rapidly and wrenchingly. Nora, stretched out beside them, watching, observed Lauras brief puzzlement. She smiled. Shell come like crazy if you do it. The handcuffs. Her eyes drifted across the room to the dressing table, where Lauras eyes quickly saw a pair of handcuffs lying there, ready for use. No doubt the same ones she had used on Paula the first time.
She lost no time slipping off the bed, grabbing them, returning, clicking them into place on Paulas outstretched wrists. If handcuffs make you come, honey, who am I to refuse?
Paula was leaning forward, now propped on her forearms, her long beautiful back sloping up to her upraised buttocks, swelling black moons, a beautiful ass for a long, thin girl. And Laura was all over it, unleashing the full extent of her oral mania on these beautiful gleaming black moons, nipping and sucking the silky firm flesh, and running her tongue up and down the deep crack between them, then down again and into the wet, dark pink furrow of Paulas gaping pussy.
Her fingers followed her tongue, two of them, bring a hot little yelp from Paulas throat. Unnohnngg!
Her fine lean body twitched a little, and she bit her lower lip. Laura fucked her pussy a little with her two fingers, now copiously lubricated with Paulas flowing cunt liquors, and slithered her tongue back up the secret crack to her asshole, probing with the tip of it, forcing her way inside.
Paula, apparently not expecting it, clenched, and groaned softly. Unnnaaonngg! Oh . . . shit!
During the time, the only time, they had fucked before, during the lunch hour when Laura had been checking out apartments for Frankie, they had been in such a hurry that there had been no time for refinements. Apart from the handcuffs, they had gone at it fast and furious, groping and stroking and sucking and quickly climaxing, before hurriedly dressing and scurrying back to work.
And so Lauras tongue wriggling into her rectum while Lauras two fingers rapidly fucked her tight, hot, flooding pussy was almost more than Paula could have believed was coming. She made an effort to glance back over her shoulder at Laura but was too overcome by sharp sexual sensations to carry it off, grimacing and wincing with intense pleasure instead as Laura turned up the heat.
She didnt think it would be quick, but she figured it was a sure bet Paula would climax this way, and a whopper it would be. Already Nora, enticed by the sensual excitement Laura and Paula were generating, as Laura continued passionately tongue-fucking Paulas asshole while slowly, rhythmically finger-fucking her wet, slippery pussy, Nora was sliding on her back under the upper part of Paulas body to get her hands and mouth on Paulas small, dangling breasts and swollen black nipples, squeezing and sucking them happily while Laura relentlessly brought the panting, quivering woman closer and closer to a hammering orgasm.
Ohhnnnn god! Paula whimpered, now rhythmically grinding her entire pelvis back in swirls into Lauras face and hand. Oh . . . oh shit! Unnnmmgggg! Oh! Annnhh!
Patiently, Laura stuck to her rhythm. She could feel little pinches on her tongue as Paulas rectum clenched instinctively in response to the sexual twinges Laura was arousing in her body.
Oh yes, baby! Laura purred to her. Give it up for me. Come home to Mama. Youre going to come . . . now . . . now . . . just go with it . . .
She could hear the sucking, slurping noises Nora was making as she devoured Paulas dangling breasts. Paula was now propped on her elbows, her ass shimmying in the air, making it more and more difficult to keep tongue-fucking her the way Laura was doing. There was, Laura realized, only one solution. Make her come quickly, before the squirming and writhing and bucking got completely out of control.
She realized this at the same moment that it became fairly academic, since Paulas body grew tenser than ever, and her moans turned into keening, whooping squeals as a thrilling, crushing orgasm overtook her clenching flesh.
Unnngghhh! Oh! AWWWNNGGHIIEEE1 she cried out sharply, her body jerking and almost jackknifing, her elbows digging into the mattress and her ass swirling and bumping into Lauras face as each spasm ripped through her. Anngggmmnngiiie! she wailed again, falling forward, her breasts mashing into Noras face, her whole torso shuddering in the grip of wave after wave of fierce pleasure.
This, Laura thought, as she held on for dear life, was an amazing orgasm. Certainly the only other one Laura had ever seen Paula have paled in comparison to this one. Nora, who was busy extricating herself from being crushed under Paulas body, seemed to think so too. She grinned at Laura.
Youre good.
Laura grinned back. Does she always come that hard?
Nora slowly shook her head, almost in disbelief. The handcuffs help. You helped.
Paula, lying on her side now and still panting heavily, still semi-swooning, seemed to return to life and overhear their conversation. She grinned wanly up at Laura. Suppose you could . . . ? she waved her cuffed wrists in the air above her body.
Oh . . . of course! Laura said. Let me get the key.
She bounced off the bed to the dresser, then back, feeling their eyes on her naked body. In seconds she freed Paulas hands. The handcuffs went onto the bedside table, and in what seemed like an instant Laura found herself pinned between the two of them, Paula in front, Nora in back, groping and stroking her, sucking her flesh.
God . . . you guys! she protested, but weakly, feeling her body come alive again under their rough, eager caresses. Dont we get a minute to rest? After all that?
Mmmm, Nora purred into her back, holding and squeezing Lauras small breasts in her hands for Paulas mouth as Paula began to devour one of them. Dont think so. What about you, Paula?
Paula chuckled deep in her throat before sucking one of Lauras tingling nipples deep into her mouth. She inhaled it hungrily. I think Laura is about to become the creamy middle of an Oreo cookie.
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Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 110
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 110
This time Laura's recovery period, both physically and
mentally, was very long. Oddly enough, her asshole recovered first,
back to normal in a day or two. Does this mean I'm getting used to
being reamed? she wondered.
Her pussy took longer, because of the whip and the harsh rope,
but it too felt better in three days. At the end of a week, her
breasts were still splotched with yellowing bruises, and her nipples
burned and ached constantly. She held them, looked at them in the
mirror, rubbed her thumbs gently over her brutalized nipples,
wincing even days later. She really did a number on you guys, she
said.
Emotionally, it was even worse. She couldn't deny that she
had had orgasms of harrowing intensity, painful orgasms, while Karen
was assault-raping her. Both the humiliation of it and the fierce,
scarifying rapture of it frightened her. She had always understood
the appeal of this wild sexual pain to Karen, but she never really
experienced its extremity herself until now.
The pain she had suffered in the past at Karen's hand had not
exactly been pale compared to this, but it had been less prolonged
and less acute. She didn't know whether an immolating, almost
suicidal ecstacy such as she had experienced was really worth it.
She knew that Karen would not have felt this aftermath, since that
was what Karen was after in the first place. But Laura was afraid
of it. Maybe it's possible to come too hard, she thought.
Worse, the experience almost overshadowed the beautiful
moments they had spent with Chanitra just before it, one of the best
sexual events Laura had ever participated in. Thinking of Chanitra
made her smile. God, what a beautiful girl, she thought. So free,
so uncomplicated, but not wild and dangerous like Kim; just sweet,
and exuberant and open.
But the thought of Kim made her think of Trina. The emotional
pain of this memory was even worse than the aftermath of her
bruising rape. It pierced her heart. God, the look in her eyes
when she saw me with Kim! Laura thought. She hated me so deeply.
Laura couldn't help torturing herself yet again by remembering
the evening when Trina had inexplicably taken off her blouse and her
bra and let Laura caress her phenomenally beautiful naked breasts,
and suck her huge soft black nipples. She couldn't help wondering
if Kim might not be right. Maybe she was dying for me to lick her
pussy and love her, like Kim said. Just afraid. Like everybody.
Even me, in the beginning. Afraid to think of herself that way.
Wanting that. Oh, Trina!
Laura wondered if she should try Kim's suggestion. After all,
Trina's jealousy of Kim, and especially Kim's light skin, certainly
complicated things. It wasn't just simple fear of girl-girl sex.
And yet, she had nothing else to try. The longing in the pit
of her stomach was frightful, and even more painful than the
physical pain left over from being raped by Karen. It took a good
ten days for the bruises on her breasts to disappear, and for her
nipples to finally feel normal again. She didn't dare have any sex
during that time, even though Yvette once, and Sholandra repeatedly,
tried to persuade her. Both of them felt rejected and petulant,
though Laura tried to gain their sympathy by blaming her reluctance
on minor medical problems.
She didn't know Trina's address but did know how to use the
reverse phone directories in the library and eventually found it.
And so, when she had finally healed, she resolutely drove over to
Trina's apartment one evening after work. A little girl, about 6 or
7, answered the door.
Laura smiled at her. "Is your Mommy home?" she asked.
God, this woman I want to fuck so badly is somebody's mommy,
she realized. But then, Jonelle, Yvette, and Cecilia were all
mommies, and it hadn't stopped them. Laura had even swallowed
Cecilia's warm mother's milk, and had it squirted into her face by
the giggling beauty.
Trina's little daughter was gorgeous, and it was not lost on
Laura that in ten years or so she, Laura, would be dying to take
this one to bed, too. She left and returned with Trina, who gave
Laura a half-smile, in spite of herself, when she saw who it was.
"I . . . have something to say," Laura said. "It'll only take
a minute."
Trina nodded calmly. "Want to come in?"
"Sure."
"This is my little girl Shawna."
"Hi, Shawna. I'm Laura."
Trina sent Shawna into the living room to watch cartoons and
took Laura into the kitchen. She leaned back against the sinkboard,
excruciatingly beautiful to Laura, who had touched and kissed her
naked body, part of it anyway, and could never forget it. Laura
broke down. Everything she had planned to say vanished.
"Oh god . . ." she stammered. "I came over here to tell you
I'm sorry. I know how you must feel. I couldn't help falling for
you. But I've . . . oh, it's all just a lie. I'm crazy about you.
That evening when we . . . I can never forget it. I can't lie to
you and tell you I don't care about you."
She began to cry and turned away. Trina watched her.
"You didn't have to come here," Trina murmured. "I know you
were telling the truth."
"I did have to come. After the last time we saw each other.
It was so awful. That girl . . . she's just an old friend. It
means nothing, really."
"Must mean something. You two were together."
Laura blushed a deep red. She knew lying wouldn't help her.
Trina was too smart, too direct.
"She felt bad too," Laura said. "Bad because she thought it
hurt you."
Now Trina bristled. Laura had said the wrong thing.
"Hurt me? Why should it hurt me? You don't owe me nothin'."
Laura took a deep breath and wiped away her tears with the
back of her hand. Weak, womanly, crying, blubbering. She bit her
lower lip and sucked in her stomach.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to be a . . . bother in
your life. I . . . am crazy about you, though. There. I won't say
it any more. Your little girl is darling. I have to leave. I've
already screwed up everything I came to say."
Now Trina placed a hand on Laura's arm. "You don't have to
apologize to me, hon'," she said, disarmingly warm. "I know how you
feel. Like I said, you really crazy about Rina. Lots of people
felt that way about her. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sorry
I ran into you and your friend, too. Thought I embarrassed you or
something."
"Oh no. The other way around."
"Sorry I said that about her being high yella. Ain't none of
my business who you hang out with."
If you only knew, Laura thought. "For what it's worth," she
said, steadily, staring straight into Trina's eyes, "I think you and
your color are much more beautiful than she is."
Now it was Trina's turned to be disarmed. She smiled
innocently, unable to control it. "Really?"
"Really."
"You do think I'm . . . beautiful, don't you," she said,
unable to believe it.
"I do."
Now there was a deeply uncomfortable moment for both of them.
Laura wanted to kiss her. She had no idea what Trina wanted.
Trina's eyes burned with happiness, and excitement, and also
uneasiness. Laura knew she was very confused, though happy to be
admired.
"Well," Trina shrugged, dropping her hand from Laura's arm,
making Laura's heart droop. "Everybody likes to be . . . oh, you
know," she giggled softly. "Thank you."
"I have to go," Laura looked at her watch. "I'm interrupting
your dinner. And I've already botched this completely."
Trina shook her head but said nothing. Laura had the feeling
that she wanted Laura gone too, if only so that she could contain
these confused feelings of hers. Trina called Shawna in again, and
Laura said goodbye.
"I'm very pleased to have met you, Shawna," she said, kissing
her forehead. "I hope I can see you again."
Shawna smiled and showed a fetching gap where one tooth was
gone. "Thank you for coming to visit us, Miss Robbins."
Trina touched Laura's hand once more at the door, a gentle,
not unfriendly brief touch of closeness, as if she too couldn't
resist the need to touch Laura. Laura again looked deep into her
eyes. Trina, I had your nipples in my mouth! she said with her
eyes. I want you!
"I hope I'll see you," Laura said softly, eyes longing.
Trina nodded and smiled noncommitally. "Maybe."
Driving home, Laura thought, over and over: maybe?
She realized at home that she was impossibly horny. Since the
shocking episode with Karen, she had not even thought of sex at all.
But just being in the same apartment with Trina had stirred up her
emotions crazily, and made her sexual longing worse than ever.
Sholandra, who had phoned every day and visited her often at
work, finally growing petulant and nasty from rejection, called and
said Rhonda had invited her out, and she was wondering if she should
go. She knew how to play Laura's jealousy, and Laura reacted
predictably. They spent a night of athletic, exuberant, exhaustive
fucking, the kind of night Laura had spent with only a few women.
Karen, of course. Brandi. Jonelle. A night of twenty-five plus
orgasms, so many you lost count.
By morning Sholandra could barely move, nor could Laura, but
they were happy. Sholandra, like Brandi had been, was as pleased as
a little girl in her first party dress that she had come so many
times. She had not known it was possible. Laura was hoping it
would keep her out of Rhonda's bed. She herself could barely stand
up, or walk, even though both had to go back to work.
At least this kept Sholandra less demanding for a while.
Another week passed, and the ache of her moments with Trina began to
subside into a very acute melancholy. Then one weekend evening,
Trina phoned her.
"Just wanted to talk a little," she said.
"Really?" Laura asked, unbelieving, not letting herself get
her hopes up.
"Shawna is away with her daddy, and I got lonesome. I got
friends, but I didn't want to talk to them."
"I'm always available," Laura nearly bubbled over.
"You want to come over here?" Trina asked. "You could. You
could stop and buy some popcorn. There's a good movie on the cable.
'Serpico'. You ever see that?"
"No," Laura said, heart aflutter. She's inviting me over for
popcorn and a movie! "Do you like buttered or unbuttered?" she
asked.
Trina giggled. "Oh, butter. I love butter. Even though it's
fattening."
"I love it too. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Okay."
Laura did everything in her power not to get her hopes up.
She bought a bottle of fairly expensive wine along with the popcorn,
but she resolutely refused to imagine them drinking it and warming
up again to each other. She refused to think of Trina's physical
beauty, and the fact that they would be alone, completely alone,
together, for hours.
I mean, we're not children, she thought. We know what
happened last time. It happened. It stopped prematurely, but it
did happen.
She forced herself not to think of it while she drove. It was
a hot night, and Trina met her at the door in very short cutoffs and
a red midriff top, reminding Laura briefly of Chanitra. Trina was
exquisitely gorgeous. Her legs were long and beautiful, though not
willowy like Yvette's. Instead they were muscular and shapely, more
like Brandi's though not as short, or bunched with muscle, just sleek
and beautifully formed. Laura tried not to stare, either at Trina's
legs, or her smooth black midriff.
She wore this to torment me, Laura thought, trying hard to
dismiss the idea. My god, how can this gorgeous young woman be
sitting home alone on a Saturday night, calling me to come over and
share it with her? I can't believe it. How come every man in the
city isn't trying to get into her pants?
"Hi," she said brightly, trying to seem innocent. "God, you
look so shockingly gorgeous."
She swept her eyes up and down Trina, then looked away so as
to appear completely casual.
"Hi," Trina grinned, letting her in. "There you go again with
the flattery. You making me blush."
"It's all true," Laura said. "You must know it's true."
Trina shrugged it off. "Anybody ever tell you you look like
that model you see in all the magazines?" she asked, squinting at
Laura. "The really stunning one with all the hair? And I've seen
her too in the Victoria's Secret catalogue."
"Stephanie Seymour. Yes, everybody. Talk about flattery."
"You do look like her."
"Thanks."
They popped the popcorn and settled in on the sofa to watch
the movie.
"Want to open the wine?" Laura asked her.
"If we drink it now, I'll just get sleepy," Trina said.
"Let's wait."
They watched 'Serpico,' and Laura tried to keep her eyes from
straying to Trina's bare midriff, so taut and flat and beautifully
smooth and dark black. What her lower belly might look like, Laura
didn't know, but Trina's peerless midriff showed no signs of the
aftermath of childbirth. They sat at opposite ends of the sofa,
with the popcorn between them. 'Serpico' was okay but a little
boring, and occasionally each one caught the other's eye but then
quickly looked away.
We are going to fuck, Laura suddenly realized. It's only a
matter of how we get there. That's why she invited me here.
On the other hand, she reminded herself to be very cautious,
after last time. It was always possible that she was mistaken, and
that Trina had, with complete innocence, just asked her over to
watch the movie.
After about an hour, Laura realized that it would be her duty
to push them beyond this point. Trina had done her part by getting
them together. But she had no experience, and a lot of fear, in
getting beyond this moment.
So, during a commercial, Laura said, "How do you feel about a
glass of wine?"
Trina smiled, eyes shining. "I guess I could drink one now,"
she said.
"You stay put," Laura said, getting up. "I'll bring the
bottle and some glasses."
But Trina followed her into the kitchen. She got the glasses
herself while Laura opened the wine bottle. The kitchen was a small
room, and there was no way they could avoid coming close, face to
face. God, kitchens again! Laura thought. Rina and Trina, and me
in the kitchen, wanting them desperately.
"You know," Trina said softly, "I appreciated you coming over
here the other night. I know it wasn't easy for you."
"Oh . . . easy," Laura giggled self-consciously.
But Trina preferred to remain serious. "I know you were
trying to be honest."
She set the glasses on the tile sinkboard, next to the wine
bottle. Her eyes were shining again. Laura had not seen her this
calm and open and receptive. She reached up one finger and ran it
along Trina's jaw to her chin, then traced it around the girl's
full, sensual lips.
As if to emphasize her willingness, Trina took a small, silent
step forward, bringing her face closer to Laura's. Laura let her
fingertip caress the infinite softness of Trina's cheek. Their
mouths came together without effort. They kissed without touching,
their mouths doing all the work, curving together, moving,
searching.
When their tongues coiled together, they finally embraced, and
Laura's hands went directly to the smooth, warm skin of Trina's
waist. After a few moments, Trina's rose to Laura's shirt front and
began to unbutton it. Laura was thrilled and shocked. A sharp
excited shiver went through her body as Trina kissed her neck.
Trina kissed her ear. "This time I get to be first," she
whispered.
Trina kissed her again as she slowly undid the buttons. Laura
wore jeans and a white man's dress shirt and no belt. The
shirttails easily came out of the jeans as Trina tugged them. Her
lips were already deep in Laura's cleavage as she unfastened the
last button at the bottom.
Laura had worn a wildly sexy black lacy bra with a deep plunge
in the center, and Trina was dazzled.
"You sure you ain't Stephanie?" she murmured teasingly,
kissing the exposed tops of Laura's breasts. "I never seen a bra
like this one. Does it come loose here?"
She pointed to the small clasp between the cups.
"Yes," Laura breathed, so excited she could barely speak.
Trina unfastened Laura's bra and pulled away the cups. She
cupped Laura's naked breasts in both hands and lowered her mouth to
them. Trina had clearly never done this before, but after a few
tentative licks she began to suck Laura's nipples and squeeze her
breasts with a slow, thrilling sensuality.
Laura almost came. A sharp, uncontrollable quiver shook her
body.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, unable to stop herself.
"Gosh, girl, you're getting hot," Trina murmured, kissing her
throat, her neck, her lips again, very tenderly.
"I almost came," Laura confessed.
Trina still held Laura's breasts in her hands while they
kissed, rubbing the wet nipples with her palms. "They're really
sensitive, aren't they," she whispered. "Mine were that way before
Shawna."
Laura's hands were under Trina's midriff top now. She pushed
it up over Trina's bra.
"You want to go into my bedroom?" Trina suggested.
"No," Laura giggled. "I love the kitchen. You and I could
start a fire in here."
"We already started it."
"Wait . . . a second," Laura begged.
She unfastened Trina's bra in the back. Because Trina's top
covered her shoulders, the bra straps wouldn't come off, so Laura
pushed up the cups, exposing Trina's shockingly beautiful naked
breasts. She gently removed Trina's hands from her own breasts,
then pushed hers into Trina's, kissing Trina at the same time while
their breasts mashed together.
This time their kiss was the most passionate they had ever
shared. Their tongues danced and stabbed, and their breath
quickened.
Now Laura took one of Trina's large, firm breasts in both of
her hands and lowered her mouth to it, sucking the huge nipple all
the way in, feeling Trina's body quiver.
"Oh! Oh . . . yes!" Trina moaned softly.
Laura kissed her lips again. "We should go into your
bedroom," she whispered.
Trina's beautiful face was contorted in a prelude to a fierce
ecstacy. Laura knew that, once naked on the bed together, they
would both come like a haystack going up after being touched by a
stray spark. Trina's face recovered briefly.
"Yes," she said, pulling Laura's hand.
As they passed the sofa, she reached down and pressed the
remote power switch to turn off the TV. Trina's bedroom was large,
and she had a king-size bed. They embraced and kissed again,
pushing their naked breasts together again, which aroused them both.
Then Laura pulled the skimpy midriff top up over Trina's head,
and took her bra completely off. She shed her own shirt, and Trina,
still awed by it, helped her off with the sexy black lace bra.
"Got to get me one of these," she said, eyes shining.
Laura slipped her jeans off, watching as Trina dropped the
cutoffs and kicked them away. The girl's body was breathtaking to
her. She looked exactly like Rina, only about ten pounds heavier,
her legs beautifully formed, her ass rivaling Chanitra's in
perfection. The only residue of childbirth seemed to be her navel,
which was an 'outie,' as Rhonda would have called it, instead of an
'innie' like Rina's.
Trina started to take off her gauzy peach bikini panties too,
but Laura put a hand on her wrist to stop her.
"Please let me," she whispered.
A small smile curved the corners of Trina's sensual mouth.
Laura was still wearing her panties too, more black lace to match
her bra. She drew Trina over to the bed, and they lay down facing
one another. Laura now kissed her deeply, communicating all the
pent-up desire and longing she had felt for her, and for her sister,
through the kiss.
While kissing Trina, she slowly inched Trina's panties down
her thighs, over her knees, down to her ankles. Then she did the
same with her own, breaking the kiss only when both of them had
their panties down at their feet. Then she reached down and freed
them both.
But their eyes were locked together and never broke apart.
And now Laura, as the experienced one, took over, slowly kissing and
caressing every inch of Trina's spectacular naked body, as she had
always wanted to. To Laura, Trina was miraculously beautiful, a
reincarnation or exact replica of Rina. Laura feasted on her flesh,
spending long moments again sucking her huge soft nipples, feeling
them tighten and point inside her mouth, hearing Trina whimper,
feeling her squirm.
She then descended slowly, luxuriating in Trina's smooth, warm
black skin, kissing her stomach and even tickling her 'outie' navel
with the tip of her tongue, caressing Trina's inner thighs with her
fingers at the same time, moving them up, closer to the wet blossom
of Trina's open, oozing pussy. Both her tongue and her fingers
arrived there at the same time, her fingers parting the wet, swollen
labia and her tongue slipping down over Trina's protruding clit and
into the glistening trench below it.
Trina's body clenched, then relaxed, and an ecstatic sigh
escaped from her throat.
"Oh! Ohhhhnnn . . ." she moaned, twisting excitedly as
Laura's tongue invaded her pussy.
Laura knew that no one had ever licked this girl's pussy like
she was going to lick it, but right now she realized that Trina was
so close to a climax that she didn't dare give her the full
treatment. That would wait. Trina was whimpering rhythmically, and
gyrating her hips frantically, wanting to come. Laura was just as
aroused.
We took so long to get here, she thought. Of course we're
both dying to come together. Quickly, she sat up and twisted her
body around to get one leg over Trina's thigh and slide her own
flooding, throbbing pussy closer to Trina's. She leaned forward,
panting and whispering.
"Hold your pussy open, honey," she coached.
Trina did as she was asked, reaching down with one hand and
pulling her pussylips apart with her fingers. Laura did the same
and inched forward until their two wet pussies met and mashed
together. The sensation was so sweet and intense that both of them
nearly fainted.
"Ohhhhhnnn!" Laura moaned excitedly.
"Ohhh . . . shit!" Trina gasped. "Oh god . . . Laura!"
"Yes! Oh Trina . . . yes!" Laura panted, thrusting with her
own hips, pushing her pussy into Trina's, feeling Trina begin to
push back.
Trina was on her back, being fucked by Laura, gazing up into
Laura's eyes, her beautiful face grimacing in a seizure of fierce
sexual excitement, her hips churning in rhythm with Laura's. The
feeling of their warm, wet pussies grinding and mashing together was
the most sublime sensation Laura had ever felt, and she knew Trina
felt the same way just from the look in her throbbing, shining dark
eyes.
They pumped, panting and twisting, their churning hips pumping
faster and faster. Trina's body clenched, and she shut her eyes,
then began to come in shocking spasms.
"Auunngghh! Oh . . . Laur---" she gasped. "Unngghhh!
Auugnniieee!" she wailed, coming and coming as Laura continued to
pump her.
And Laura was right behind her, feeling a bolt of lightning
rip through her body as her own orgasm wrenched her.
"Ohhnnngg!" she groaned. "Oh yes yes ungghhhh! Oh god Trina
uungghhhhh!"
She clung to Trina's long, shapely black leg, scissoring
Trina's thigh with her own legs and pushing her hot, spasming cunt
into Trina's as the two of them vibrated together through an intense
shared ecstacy. As it began to wane, they slowly untangled their
bodies, but Laura was not content to leave it at that. She settled
between Trina's firm, glossy thighs and pressed her mouth again to
the girl's pussy, tonguing Trina's clit and quickly arousing her
again to a fever pitch.
"Ohhhhh . . . ohh Laura!" Trina gasped, her delicious body
writhing in the sheets as Laura used all her skill.
She knew she had the advantage now, since they had both
exploded in coming only moments earlier. Trina was still aroused,
but Laura could control her arousal more, and she patiently explored
Trina's beautiful, long, sinuous pussy with her tongue, driving the
girl to heights of sexual pleasure that Laura was sure she had never
experienced before.
Laura was tender and impassioned by turns, sliding her tongue
deep into Trina's pussy, then drawing it out and up, across the
girl's engorged clitoris, until Trina was quivering and moaning
uncontrollably.
"Ohhhhnnn . . . oh Jesus, you gon' make me come again, girl,"
she panted, twisting her body, looking down at Laura, grabbing her
own luscious breasts and squeezing them desperately. "Oh god . . .
I'm gonna come! Oh . . . Laura!"
"Yes . . . yes!" Laura murmured, turning up the heat quickly,
sucking Trina's clit now and squeezing her hard round buns with both
hands.
"Auunnghh! ANNNGGHIIIIEEE!" Trina suddenly cried out,
convulsed by a sharp and long-lasting orgasm, much more powerful
than the first one.
She arched her back, flexing and shuddering in the grip of
fierce, rapturous spasms. This orgasm was so supreme that the
aftershocks were still shaking her as Laura slipped up to embrace
her, kissing her, cupping her delectable breasts, holding Trina
while she quivered and sighed through the last waning feathery
tremors of coming. It was several minutes until she emerged from
the knockout punch.
She blinked at Laura. "Why didn't you tell me it would be
like that?" she asked softly.
"You never asked."
"Now I see what Rina saw in you. I never came like that with
nobody. Nobody."
Laura smiled. "I love to make you feel good," she purred.
Trina wanted to return the favor but was shy about her lack of
experience. She kissed Laura's breasts, and sucked her nipples, as
she had done in the kitchen. But she hesitated about going any
further.
"I don't . . . know what to do," she confessed shyly.
"Just do what you want to do," Laura whispered.
"Can I kiss your . . ."
"My pussy? Like I kissed yours?"
Trina nodded, wide-eyed. "I never say that word. Never said
it. Takes getting used to."
Laura kissed her. "You beautiful beautiful girl. I want you
to fuck me. I want you to fuck me and fuck me, you know? Any way
you want to fuck me. Fuck me, Trina, please fuck me."
"God, you making me blush again," Trina grinned, beginning to
kiss Laura's body, her stomach, her smooth belly.
Laura relaxed and opened her thighs widely, sighing as Trina
slid down between them. Trina's lips found the smooth skin of
Laura's inner thighs, and then Laura gasped in sharp pleasure as the
girl's tongue touched her very wet labia.
"Oh! Yes . . . oh Trina yes!" she gasped.
Again Trina was tentative, shy, cautious, but her desire soon
got the better of her. She parted Laura's swollen cuntlips with her
thumbs and slid her tongue deep into Laura's pussy, bringing a groan
of delight from Laura, who quivered uncontrollably and arched her
back, pushing her pussy up into Trina's mouth.
"Yes . . . yes!" she panted softly. "Oh yes, baby, do it . .
. just like that, yes! Ohnnnn!"
Trina began to hum and purr softly too as she ate Laura's
pussy, licking and probing it, tongue-fucking it, until Laura was
shaking and mewling. Already aroused from fucking Trina, Laura was
right on the edge of a shattering climax, and Trina's loving,
passionate tongue quickly took her over.
She came gloriously, a more piercing, body-wrenching orgasm
than her first one since it somehow seemed to her that she was being
fucked by Rina and Trina both, and she had waited and suffered so
long to get here.
"Auughhnnnn! Oh . . . ohhngghiieee!" she wailed, turning her
face sideways into the pillow, her body undulating and shuddering as
each fresh spasm rocked her.
Instead of really satisfying her, this orgasm only made her
want more of the delicious girl, and Trina seemed to respond the
same way. They embraced and kissed, but not tenderly, or sweetly.
They were still full of hunger for each other, and they pressed
their hot, naked bodies together everywhere, coiling and writhing
together, twisting, ending up in a sixty-nine position with Laura on
top first, then on the bottom as they twisted and struggled some
more, eating one another passionately, pumping, whimpering, finally
coming again together in a wild, uncontrollable burst of ecstacy.
When it was over, Trina was quiet and shy again, overwhelmed
by what she had done, by the maelstrom of sex she had been swept up
in. She had had three orgasms in quick succession.
"I never came three times in my life," she confessed to Laura.
"No, I take that back. Once I did. I came two times with my ex-
husband, and then I was taking a bath and . . . I did again. Just
happened. Guess I was oversexed that night or something."
Laura nuzzled her, and with one hand stroked the beautiful
black pussy between her sleek thighs. "Mmmmm, I can make you come
twenty-three times," she purred.
"You gotta be kidding."
Laura kissed her. "Maybe twenty-two." She let her lips
descend again to Trina's incredible breasts. "I could make love to
these until you come."
"I bet you could," Trina sighed, watching her large, bulbous
nipple disappear into Laura's mouth. "You can suck them harder,
though."
Laura did.
"Ohhhnnnn . . . oh yes!" Trina panted. "Like that! Unhhh!"
She seemed primed for a total, sensual assault on the gorgeous
dark globes, and Laura was eager to deliver. She straddled Trina's
midriff and scooped both luscious balls up in her hands, devouring
them with a sharp passion and urgency she had not dared to show
earlier. Her fingers dug into Trina's hard, round breasts, and she
filled her mouth with the girl's huge, plump nipples, sucking them
hard, teasing them with her teeth, until they were swollen and
fiercely erect, the stiff centers protruding from the wide, puffy
areolas.
Trina was deliriously excited, twisting and writhing under
Laura, panting and moaning. Laura knew no one had ever raped her
breasts like this, and that Trina was wildly aroused. She groaned
and quivered, thrashing and panting as Laura's lips tormented her
incredible big wet nipples.
Laura held Trina's breasts lovingly, and squeezed them, and
pinched Trina's wet nipples while she mauled the girl's sensual lips
with her own.
"I love your beautiful breasts . . . I love sucking your
beautiful nipples," she panted to Trina, dropping her mouth to them
again, devouring them rapaciously.
"Ohhnnnn . . . oh Laura . . . unh! Unh! Oh . . . oh god!
I'm going to come again! Oh!"
Laura's hand dropped to Trina's crotch and found a soup of
warm pussyjuices, more fluid than she had felt yet in their
encounter. Trina had oozed copiously because of Laura's hard
sucking and squeezing of her breasts and nipples, and she was
churning her hips, frantic to come.
Laura knew that the slightest touch would bring her off. She
rolled to the side and embraced the beautiful writhing girl, again
guiding one plump wet nipple into her mouth while she tenderly slid
two fingers across the warm, slippery blossom of Trina's open pussy.
She sucked hard on Trina's huge nipple just as her fingers found
Trina's exposed clit, and Trina came in a quick, shocking seizure.
"Auuggnhhhh!" she cried out, her body buckling as the spasms
wrenched her. "Ohhnngg! Unmgh! Oh . . . shit! Ohhnnnn!"
The pleasure was excruciating. Her luscious naked body
clenched, shuddering as the impact of each orgasmic wave shook her
flesh, her breath caught in her throat. Then it escaped in a tight,
pathetic whinnying that was enormously arousing to Laura, since she
knew the deep, helpless rapture that caused it.
She wasn't willing to give up, to leave it at that. Trina's
body was tumescent and ripe, and she seemed to come easily under
Laura's skilled caresses. Before she could recover from the shock
of this wrenching orgasm, Laura again slid down to her pussy and
this time made love to it for about three long minutes before Trina
erupted again in a fifth stupendous climax, moaning and quivering,
her lovely body undulating as waves of ecstacy flowed through her.
Afterward, she slowly surfaced from the fog of her bliss,
blinking at Laura, stunned. "Seems like you can make me come any
time you want to," she confessed softly, grinning slightly. "Most
men never could make me come at all."
"I love to make you come," Laura said. "You're so beautiful
when you come."
"I never knew anyone like you."
"Now you do."
"You don't have to go home, you know. You could sleep over
here tonight. Right here."
"Are you sure we won't keep each other awake?"
Trina burst out in wild laughter. "Probably will."
And they did. Five orgasms shocked Trina, but Laura saw to it
that she had five more before she let her sleep. And Laura had
several herself. She was in seventh heaven, or ninth heaven,
deliriously happy. And she believed Trina was too. Their
lovemaking soon transcended mere fucking to become a deeply intimate
communion.
And Trina's tenth orgasm, which they shared, gazing into one
another's eyes and rubbing each other's clit until they both came,
was an excoriating paroxysm of nearly unbearable ecstacy, knocking
out her breath and almost making her faint. It was close to the
deep, heart-stopping orgasms that Jonelle sometimes had, and Laura
held her, squeezed her, kissed her, shocked at having introduced her
to such incredible bliss.
This time, as they lay in each other arms afterward, Trina was
calm and serious.
"I'm almost sorry we did this," she said. "I mean, sorry I
did."
Laura kissed her. She had heard this before.
"After you . . . I could never go back. To the old way."
"You mean with men?"
"Sort of. I mean, I could, but I'd know it would never be
like this. You've ruined me."
She frowned. Laura felt a pang of fear. But then Trina
smiled, showing all her teeth, her beautiful, infectious smile.
"Ruin me some more," she grinned.
"It's already after midnight," Laura whispered.
"You probably a witch, and you gon' fuck me till dawn, right?"
Trina teased.
"You're right about the second part, at least," Laura smiled.
Trina kissed her passionately. "You got my permission," she
whispered back. "Just don't make me have a heart attack and die,
'cause I got a little girl to pick up in the morning."
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Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 45
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 45
You'd think that would hold me for weeks, Laura thought,
remembering the four nights of frenzied fucking with Shawn. I must
be turning into a sex maniac or something. God, wanting it all the
time, wanting every new girl I see. Maybe it's to wipe out my
sadness over Yvette.
She felt this way because the first time she saw Jonelle
again, after her weekend with Shawn, she felt a sharp pang of lust
unlike anything she had ever felt before. God, I want her, she
thought. She doesn't look as skinny to me, either. Just delicious.
It was true. Whether Jonelle had put on a few pounds, or
Laura was just seeing her with new eyes, Laura couldn't tell. She
certainly did not wear revealing clothes. But Laura now detected a
modest swelling under Jonelle's dress, suggesting that she wasn't as
thin as previously supposed, that she might have small, very small
breasts after all. And one day she wore a floral dress with a lace
collar and very tight waist that showed she really did have a
figure. She just usually took care to hide it under severe,
businesslike garments.
But it wasn't so much her body as her whole being that
attracted Laura. True, Laura's reponse was sexual, but she
understood that her preferences tended to sexualize her
relationships with other beautiful women, even if they started out
only as friends. I don't have to fuck her just to be her friend,
Laura thought. But I really do, suddenly, want to fuck her.
But coming on to Jonelle was the last thing from Laura's mind.
How could I do that? She's so remote, so dignified, so 'unsexual'
somehow. Coupled with what Laura by now knew was almost every
woman's natural reluctance to accept another woman's advances, she
knew she would have no chance.
And yet, having lunch with Jonelle was quickly becoming a
torment. Laura would gaze, for example, at the spooned shallow of
her throat, the smooth black skin there, so inviting. And the rest
of Jonelle's smooth, long neck. And she would get lost in Jonelle's
deep black eyes, or feel her pussy fluttering deep inside when she
looked at Jonelle's sensual lips.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jonelle finally asked.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Oh god, no," Laura assured her, embarrassed. "Just . . . oh,
I don't know. Thinking how beautiful you are, really.
Jonelle looked nervous. "Thanks," she said curtly.
"I don't mean to embarass you."
"You didn't. I just never . . . had a woman tell me that.
You're really gorgeous yourself, you know. I know you know that.
But I would never think to tell you."
Now she smiled. Her smile was just the most perfect,
thrilling smile Laura had ever seen. As uncomfortable as it
sometimes made her, Laura continued to have lunch with Jonelle. And
the more relaxed they grew with one another, the more Laura's desire
seemed to grow.
But she controlled herself very well and did nothing to
suggest to Jonelle how she felt. She even controlled her frantic
need to drink in every bit of Jonelle with her eyes. Instead, she
stole furtive glimpses, staring with longing at the nape her her
neck, or her beautiful ankle, noticing the modest swell of her
shirt, or the white strip of her bra strap under her blouse.
For months Laura had no sex except a few hot, exuberant
afternoons with Chanitra, during which they fucked like bunnies.
She wanted to lecture the girl on how she had ruined people's lives
by destroying Laura's relationship with Yvette, but she refrained.
Chanitra was unrepentant, and as energetically lustful as ever.
Laura hated herself for being a hypocrite, but her desire for the
teenager was as acute as ever.
And it helped her keep her desire for Jonelle under control.
But then an opportunity arose that she could not make herself
resist, no matter how hard she tried. Jonelle's ten-year-old boy
was going away to stay with his father for a week. I must've known
this would happen, Laura thought. I just hid it from myself. I
didn't want to get too excited.
And yet why was she excited? Even if she got Jonelle alone,
in a vulnerable moment, what would she do? Did she think the girl
would just fall into her arms? Crying, oh, make love to me, Laura,
I've been dying for you to? Preposterous. If anything, Jonelle
would probably freeze her with a cutting glance, and go out of her
life forever.
So she played it very cautiously, and tried not to get her
hopes up. She wasn't pushy. Jonelle's boy Eric left for St. Louis
on a Thursday night, and the following day Jonelle looked stricken
with loss. Laura took her to lunch.
"He's never been away from me more than a day," Jonelle said,
big tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
"He'll be okay," Laura reassured her. "I wonder if you aren't
more worried about you than you are about him."
Jonelle smiled. She nodded. "I guess I am. A little."
"Why don't we go out to dinner together tonight," Laura
suggested. "To keep your mind off the . . . empty apartment."
Jonelle beamed. Laura had saved her from a depressing
solitude. "Sounds good to me," she smiled.
They had dinner and a couple of drinks, then ended up at
Laura's apartment for a nightcap. Laura strenuously resisted any
urge she might have to make advances to Jonelle. They had enjoyed
one another's company, and she didn't want to ruin it. She also
found that she really liked Jonelle and didn't want to risk losing
her friendship just because she also wanted her sexually.
But, to Laura's astonishment and excitement, Jonelle did not
want to leave.
"I really don't want to go home. Seems so empty," she said.
"You . . . can stay the night here, if you like," Laura said,
trying to remain calm. "Sleep on the sofa. I won't mind."
"Really?"
"Sure."
Laura knew that even if she did, nothing was likely to happen
anyway. She had resigned herself to it. Still, the thought of
Jonelle spending the night, even on the sofa, made her pulse
flutter.
"You know," Jonelle said, "I'd kind of like that. I don't
mean to be such a baby, but I get lonely. And I think I kind of
drank too much too, know what I mean? I might not be safe, driving
home. You sure you don't mind?"
"Absolutely sure," Laura said. "Just kick off your shoes and
relax. Want me to get you a bathrobe?"
Jonelle's smile melted her heart. She went into her bedroom,
taking a surreptitious, guilty glance at the double bed, where she
wished she were lying entangled with Jonelle right now, then took
her best robe out of her closet. She took it to Jonelle, along with
some silk pajamas.
"Wow, silk!" Jonelle laughed. "You really know how to treat
your guests."
"Nothing but the best. How about another drink, since you
don't have to drive?"
"Now there's a good idea. I'll just put these on while you
make one."
And I promise not to peek, Laura told herself as she went to
the kitchen. She purposely took longer than necessary, to give
Jonelle a lot of time to change. I don't want anything to happen,
she told herself. Nothing that would give her the wrong idea.
Nothing.
And yet, when she returned to the livingroom carrying the
drinks, Jonelle was wearing only the pajama tops and her panties.
Her long, black legs were naked, thin but very shapely, and Laura
sat the drinks down fast on the coffee table, trying not to look.
But Jonelle saw her looking.
"Gosh, you have beautiful legs," she said, trying to cover it
up.
"You think so?" Jonelle smiled. "I think they're too skinny.
All of me is too skinny."
"All of you is too beautiful," Laura said softly, turning
away.
Jonelle looked at her solemnly. "There you go again," she
said, not smiling.
Laura had a hard time figuring out what Jonelle meant, or how
she felt.
"It's only the truth," she said, again softly, this time
staring straight into Jonelle's eyes.
"You really mean it when you say that, don't you."
Laura came over to her. She couldn't help herself. She
lifted one hand and ran her finger along Jonelle's incredibly smooth
cheek. Their eyes were locked, smoking, murky, throbbing, even
though nothing more had been said. Then, suddenly, Laura lost her
nerve. She dropped her hand and turned away.
But Jonelle wouldn't let it drop. She reached down her own
hand and took Laura's.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked, in a near-whisper.
Laura smiled. "I . . . I don't know."
Now Jonelle looked deep into Laura's eyes. "You can tell me.
I really like you, Laura. I feel . . . close to you. You can tell
me."
What was she saying? Laura wondered. Does she know I wanted
to kiss her? Did she want me to?
Laura's eyes blurred with tears. She squeezed Jonelle's hand,
then raised it to her lips. Then she caressed Jonelle's soft cheek
again with the backs of her knuckles. Their faces were so close
that they either had to kiss or pull back. Jonelle's dark eyes were
glowing with deep feeling.
"I wanted to . . . do this," Laura murmured softly, moving her
face forward until her lips brushed Jonelle's, then pressed against
Jonelle's mouth.
She kissed Jonelle gently, without passion or insistence, not
moving her lips or tongue, just letting their mouths press together,
letting their feelings mingle. Jonelle did not pull back for
several seconds.
When she did, she didn't seem scandalized, only partially
stunned and befuddled.
"Maybe we both had too many drinks," she said softly.
"I'm . . . sorry. I've never . . . done that before," Laura
lied, blushing genuinely from embarrassment and shame.
But Jonelle's eyes stirred with a fire deep down, one that
Laura recognized. Still, she drew further away.
"I'm not used to drinking that much," she said.
"Me either. I hope you can forgive me."
"Nothing to forgive. You just gave in to your feelings, I
guess."
"Yes, maybe that was it. I hope you won't feel like you have
to leave. I . . . won't do it again."
"Oh, don't be silly," Jonelle laughed, though they were still
uncomfortable with each other.
They made a few more aimless comments, then decided to turn
in. Laura brought blankets and a pillow for Jonelle, then went to
her own bedroom and shut the door. She sat on her bed and wanted to
cry but couldn't. Then, after a while, she took off her clothes and
went to bed naked, enjoying the feel of the sheets against her skin
and thinking of Jonelle, wearing her silk pajamas in the other room.
Laura didn't think she would get any sleep, but in fact the
liquor made her drowsy, and she fell asleep quickly. She didn't
know how long she had been asleep when she was awakened by . . . by
someone lifting the covers and getting in the bed next to her. Oh
god! she thought, coming quickly awake.
"Jonelle?" she whispered.
"Shhhh. Don't say anything," Jonelle whispered back.
Her arm touched Laura, and Laura realized she wasn't wearing
the silk pajamas. The moonlight through her bedroom window made
Jonelle's beautiful face partially visible as she moved it closer to
Laura's, closer, until their mouths met again. This time their kiss
wasn't chaste and passive. Now their mouths curved together, and
their naked bodies moved together too.
Laura's tongue slipped into Jonelle's mouth, and Jonelle's
tongue met it, coiling and twisting around it, then stabbing back
into Laura's mouth. They drank each other, their hands running all
over each other's naked bodies, while soft, feverish moans came from
deep in their throats as they kissed.
For Laura the bliss was exquisite. She had so longed to hold
Jonelle like this that she could feel her heart nearly burst as she
ran her hands up and down the girl's naked back, down to Jonelle's
small, compact, beautifully-shaped ass. Jonelle didn't want to stop
kissing, a feeling Laura recognized, since she knew the girl didn't
want to talk, to admit what she was doing.
But finally Laura's mouth slid down her neck, then up again to
her ear, then down to her shoulder.
"Oh Jonelle . . . Jonelle . . ." she moaned softly,
reassuringly, knowing the courage it had taken for Jonelle to come
there.
"Don't say anything" Jonelle repeated, half-panting.
Laura kissed her instead, more searchingly, ardently now.
It was dark in Laura's bedroom, but there was enough moonlight
coming through the window for Laura to see the girl's stark,
shocking beauty. Her hands found Jonelle's very small breasts,
swellings really, but with large soft nipples. Her lips descended
to them, and she sucked one thick nipple into her mouth, making
Jonelle moan and twist excitedly.
"Oh . . . Laura please . . ." she panted, almost inaudibly.
"Yes."
"Please."
Laura sucked her other nipple, letting one hand drift down
between Jonelle's smooth, warm thighs. Jonelle gasped. Her body
was thin but exquisitely lovely, smooth and long, slender but
shapely, and Laura kissed her supple midriff, then her belly, very
slowly descending between Jonelle's thighs.
Gently but firmly, with her fingers she parted Jonelle's
cuntlips and slid her tongue up into the buttery slit of her pussy,
drawing it out again and upward so that it ran right across
Jonelle's clit.
"Ahhnnn! Oh!" Jonelle cried out more sharply, her body
arching and quivering. "Oh god oh please!"
Laura knew she could now give Jonelle something the girl had
never experienced before. Sometimes it was hard getting here,
gettng this far, but once here she could deliver an orgasm that was
a magnitude greater than Jonelle thought possible. Carefully, she
licked and caressed the girl's wet, beautiful, long pussy until
Jonelle was flexing and trembling uncontrollably, soft,
unintelligible sounds coming from her throat, her lovely face in the
moonlight torn by sexual torment.
When she knew the moment was right, Laura squeezed Jonelle's
small buns in her hands and sucked her clit hard, bringing on a
sharp, convulsive, stabbing orgasm so quickly that a tiny shriek of
shock mingled with shattering ecstacy emerged from deep in Jonelle's
chest as she came.
"Angghh . . . nnmmggnnee! Oh! Oh!"
Laura sucked her harder, and Jonelle went into a long,
undulating, moaning convulsion of coming. Her orgasm lasted fifteen
or twenty seconds, so long that Laura wondered when it would stop.
And then it did, waning as Jonelle's slender body went slack, and
her long moans gave way to panting. Laura slid up to embrace her,
kissing her face and hugging her tightly.
"God . . . I didn't know you were going to make me come like
that," Jonelle finally gasped, still stunned by the force of her
climax. "Nobody ever made me come like that."
"Mmmmm, you were waiting for me to do it," Laura smiled,
kissing her more.
Suddenly, now that their first hot coupling had taken place,
there was a sudden awkwardness between them. Jonelle realized the
full meaning of what she had done, and allowed to be done to her.
"You . . . you've done that before, haven't you," she said
softly, looking down, not at Laura.
"Once," Laura lied.
"More than once."
Laura nodded. "More than once. What made you decide to come
in here?"
Two small tears appeared in the bottoms of Jonelle's eyes. It
wrenched Laura's heart. She held the girl's head in both hands and
kissed them.
"I don't know," Jonelle murmured. "When you . . . kissed me.
I felt all excited. I knew you wanted to . . . do this. Then, I
was laying in there, and suddenly I just got up and took off the
pajamas and came in here. I don't know why."
"Are you sorry?"
Jonelle shook her head. "I feel bad that I can't make you
come like that."
"You can. Just do what you feel like."
"I never . . ."
"I know you never," Laura said, kissing Jonelle's mouth
ardently. "I can't kiss you enough."
Jonelle cupped both of Laura's perfect breasts in her hands.
She dropped her mouth to them and began to suck Laura's nipples.
Laura was already aroused from having brought Jonelle to an orgasm
minutes earlier, and the girl's mouth on her nipples nearly made her
explode. She writhed and whimpered.
"Oh god . . . yes, Jonelle! Oh yes!" she panted, squirming.
"Laura . . ."
"Just put your hand there," Laura coached. "On my pussy. And
rub hard."
"No, I want to taste you too," Jonelle whispered shyly,
sliding down between Laura's thighs.
"Oh! Oh Jesus!" Laura groaned, shuddering, then erupting in a
fierce, quick orgasm only seconds after Jonelle's lips touched her
pussy. "Auungghhh! Oh!"
Her body arched and shuddered, and she grabbed her own naked
breasts and twisted them. When it was over, she could feel another
right behind it, if only . . .
"Oh, honey," she whimpered, panting, "please, do it again, I
can come again! Oh . . . Jonelle, please! Yes! Oh yes!"
Jonelle slipped her tongue up into Laura's pussy, tongue-
fucking Laura rapidly. Laura went wild, squirming and whimpering
almost hysterically, frantic with lust.
"Oh yes, suck me, suck my clit baby, please, suck it, suck it
hard, oh please!"
Jonelle's sensual lips closed over Laura's clit, and Laura
quickly exploded again in a devastating orgasm.
"Auunggh! Oh! Nnngggmmmeeee! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, twisting
and pumping frantically.
She didn't want to let it go. Her orgasms were never as long
as the incredible one Jonelle had had earlier, but they could be
sweet and fiercely intense, and this one was all of that, its
sharpness heightened by the fact that Jonelle, wonderful, beautiful
Jonelle, was giving it to her.
It was the most emotional orgasm she had had in a long time,
since her parting with Yvette, or maybe since her first one with
Yvette. And Jonelle seemed to feel it just as deeply. When it was
over, she embraced Laura and kissed her deeply, passionately.
This only made Laura want her more, want to devour her and
consume her, in a way she thought might alarm Jonelle, her lust was
so strong. But she had to give in to it. She responded to the
girl's passionate kiss eagerly, stroking and caressing Jonelle's
beautiful, supple naked body as they kissed, bringing Jonelle to a
new fever of urgency.
"Ohhhh . . . ohhhhhhnnnn!" Jonelle moaned, writhing against
Laura, coiling her long legs around Laura. "Ohhh god, Laura!"
"Yes . . . oh yes, Jonelle, I want you, I want you."
"Ohhh!"
Again she dropped her mouth to Jonelle's small breasts,
filling her mouth with them, sucking the thick black nipples hard,
harder than before, bringing tiny mewls of pleasure from deep in
Jonelle's throat. When Jonelle began to tremble, Laura knew she was
in the grip of another profound sexual rapture. Quickly, she
maneuvered Jonelle's thighs open and slid her leg under one of
Jonelle's, bringing their two swollen, wet pussies together before
Jonelle even knew what was happening.
The sensation, as their cuntlips pressed together, was
electrifying.
"Ahhh!" Jonelle gasped, nearly swooning in Laura's arms as
Laura began to move her own pelvis, grinding her cunt into
Jonelle's, and kissing her with thirsty passion at the same time.
She pushed Jonelle onto her back, then rose up over her,
pumping her throbbing pussy into Jonelle's, driving them both into a
hot, frenzied delirium of lust. Jonelle gyrated her hips too,
meeting Laura's urgent thrusts, panting and moaning, her eyes on
fire with sublime passion and need.
It was always such an awkward, strained position, but the
rewards were keen. Laura grabbed both of Jonelle's hands with her
own, fucking her hard, knowing they were both on the edge.
"Ungghh! Unh! Unh!" she grunted softly, feeling it grip
them, feeling the sharp jolts of a shattering orgasm begin to shoot
through her straining flesh.
Then, locked groin to groin, they both exploded in sobbing,
wailing groans of ecstacy. It was a searing, ravishing climax that
stunned them both as their bodies united in a clenching, throbbing
flash of killing pleasure.
"Angghh . . . awwonnnngggouuhhhh!" Jonelle moaned, trembling
in an agony of bliss as she again entered one of her interminable
orgasmic states.
But Laura didn't envy her since she came twice herself during
Jonelle's one long orgasm. And since Jonelle was still moaning and
flexing, she slid between the girl's thighs and pressed her mouth
against Jonelle's pussy, prolonging it still further, and even
inspiring an extra spasm or two, until finally Jonelle too was
finished.
"Oh Jesus," she whispered softly, almost penitently, against
Laura's shoulder. "I've never fucked like this in my life. I've
never come more than once."
"Really?"
Jonelle nodded solemnly.
"But you have such long orgasms. God, I'm envious."
"The men who I've . . . you know," Jonelle looked down. "They
hate it. I guess it makes them feel used or something. Like I'm
just using them to have one of those. But I can't help it. Most of
them never made me come anyway."
Laura pulled her down on the bed, kissing her everywhere,
overflowing with a deep, aching emotional attachment to Jonelle,
something like she had felt long ago with Rina.
"I love your body, and the way you come so hard," she
murmured. "I never knew anyone come so hard, so long. I can't
believe you've never come more than once at the same time."
"Not until tonight," Jonelle smiled her heartbreakingly sweet
smile, kissing Laura back. "But you've already had three or four.
How do you do that?"
"Mmmmm, want me to show you?" Laura nuzzled her perfect brown
ear.
"When you put our . . . together like that, I just couldn't
stop myself. I've never felt that way before. I . . . I just came,
I couldn't stop it."
"Why would you want to stop it?"
"It's just so . . . embarrassing. Having a girl make me come
like that. Pushing her . . ."
"Pussy?"
Jonelle smiled bashfully. "Yes . . . into mine."
"Want to do it again?"
"Oh, I can't come again."
"Why not?"
"Because . . . I never have."
"Mmmmm, you delicious girl," Laura laughed, pulling her down
again on the bed and kissing and caressing her lovely, smooth, lean
body, dropping her thirsty lips again to Jonelle's large, soft
nipples, sucking one whole tiny breast into her mouth.
"Unhhhh!" Jonelle panted softly. "Oh god, I love it when you
do that. You can do it hard. After I had my little boy, they got
less sensitive. I like it hard. I can't ever get a man to do it
hard enough. They think they're going to hurt me."
"God, I could swallow them," Laura said, suddenly sucking the
thick, wet nipple very sharply, then nipping it gently with her
teeth.
"Oh!"
"Mmmmm, you like that."
"Oh! God, yes! Hard . . . please, Laura! Harder!"
Laura realized that Jonelle's nipples were very sensitive.
You just had to know what to do. She began to suck and bite both of
them gently, then harder, until Jonelle was whimpering almost
hysterically with fresh need.
"Oh god . . . Laura," she panted. "I . . . I'm going to come
oh oh! Oh hard! Please!"
Jonelle's sweet pussy was flowing with juice again, and
Laura's fingers found her clit easily. Again she sucked one of
Jonelle's small breasts deep into her mouth, sucking it sharply,
then releasing it just enough so that she could bite the bulging
nipple. At the same instant, she scissored Jonelle's clit between
her fingers and yanked it roughly, bringing on an orgasm so fast
that Jonelle nearly choked on the uprush of ecstacy.
"Auunngghh! Ohhngggmnnneeeee!" she cried out, her flexing
body rising up off the bed, shuddering as fierce spasms of coming
throttled her.
Jonelle's back arched, and her whole body quivered as a fierce
rapture wrenched her flesh. Her orgasm did not last as long as the
two previous ones, but it seemed even more intense. When it
released her, she collapsed, crying softly. Laura held her, kissing
her tenderly.
"God, I'm really a lesbian," she wept. "I guess I am. I
never came like that. Never. You've made me a lesbian."
"Don't be silly," Laura comforted her. "You're not a lesbian.
You just like the way I fuck you, that's all."
Jonelle grinned through her tears. "I sure do."
"Want me to do it again?"
"You crazy, lady," Jonelle giggled, lapsing into a kind of
speech she had never revealed yet.
"No. I think I'm in love, though," Laura confessed, shocked
to hear the words come from her mouth.
The last time she had felt this way was with Rina. She had
felt deeply for Yvette, but the complications with Arthur had ruined
that. And of course she really did have a deep love for Karen, but
one so mixed up with sexual perversion and danger that she didn't
really think of it as love.
"Don't say love," Jonelle said, suddenly growing solemn.
"Don't."
"Okay. If it bothers you."
"This whole thing bothers me."
Instead of talking any more, Laura kissed her. And she had no
trouble turning up the heat again. Jonelle, despite her words and
tears, was apparently unable to resist Laura's passion. She moaned
and twisted under Laura, whimpering as Laura slid down her body.
This time Laura went more slowly, making love to Jonelle's
beautifully-shaped pussy with her tongue, licking and exploring it
until Jonelle was moaning and writhing, begging for more. But Laura
wanted to torment her. She knew Jonelle couldn't give in to this,
to loving it so much, unless she made it unbearably intense.
She tickled Jonelle's swollen clit with her tongue.
"Ohhh! Oh god! Oh Laura!" Jonelle gasped, her pelvis bucking
uncontrollably.
"Do you want me to stop?" Laura teased, but seriously.
"Oh! No, please, no. Do it . . . do it harder. Harder!"
"I love your pussy."
"Oh . . . please!"
Again Laura slid her hands under Jonelle's small, firm buns.
They were hard and round, like Chanitra's though much smaller, and
she dug her fingers into the hard flesh, tonguing Jonelle's sweet,
wet pussy at the same time, making Jonelle whinny softly deep in her
throat, overcome with urgent lust. Even though Laura wanted to draw
it out longer, she knew Jonelle was on the edge, primed for a
crushing climax. She couldn't hold back.
"Oh baby . . . oh baby," she panted.
"Ahhh! Oh Laura . . . please, oh please! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Jonelle cried out, her body straining, arching, quivering
uncontrollably.
Laura slid two fingers way up into Jonelle's wet crack and
fastened her lips on the girl's clit at the same time, sucking hard.
She fucked her hard with the fingers, and sucked her clit so sharply
that Jonelle's cries of ecstacy disappeared in another high,
hysterical whinny of intense rapture.
And this time when she began to come, Laura feared she would
black out. Jonelle's silky, lean body stiffened, then erupted in
wild quivering as she sank into a bliss so deep and profound that
she nearly lost consciousness. A shattering orgasm wrenched her
straining body, and hot, tiny squeals of bliss came from deep in her
throat as it went on and on.
Her face torn with an agony of pleasure, she groaned and
shuddered, bucking her hips and squeezing her own small breasts
viciously, coming in fierce, shocking torrents, an orgasm that
seemed to Laura to last almost a minute. When it was over, she
could barely lift a finger.
Laura slid back up to embrace her, kissing her with great
tenderness, bringing her out of a sexual trance so deep that it took
a long time to surface from it. Finally, Jonelle blinked and gave
Laura a weak but sublime smile.
"If I could come like that, I'd spend my life in bed," Laura
whispered.
"You'd have to spend it with me," Jonelle said softly.
"Nobody else ever made me come like that."
After a while she began to make love to Laura in return,
starting slowly, with languorous kisses and caresses, then, as
Laura became aroused, more passionately. Other women had loved her
body, but Laura couldn't remember any who had made love to it with
such emotional intensity as Jonelle did.
"Your body is so perfect," she whispered to Laura. "Your
breasts are so beautiful. Your nipples are so good in my mouth."
"Ohhhh!" Laura moaned, writhing under her moving lips.
"I'm going to make you come and come, like you did me," she
murmured, exploring Laura's naked body with a lavish attention Laura
had not experienced from anyone since that afternoon with Yvette in
the hotel room, when Yvette had nearly eaten her alive.
And Laura did come and come, giving in totally to Jonelle's
loving caresses and experiencing three increasingly sharp orgasms,
the last one excruciating in its intensity. She couldn't let it
pass without expressing her gratitude, which meant bringing Jonelle
to another fierce, rapturous orgasm, before they were both content
to sleep the rest of the night through in each other's arms.
Jonelle had had five orgasms in Laura's bed, not really many
at all when you considered the marathons that had taken place there,
where Laura and Karen or Yvette had come close to thirty apiece.
And yet the memory of them seemed to overwhelm Jonelle in the
morning. She was mute and withdrawn, and though Laura dearly wanted
to fuck her again, she pulled back, still shy but unyielding.
They were still naked, in bed, kissing, but Jonelle was
curiously remote.
"I shouldn't have done this," she whispered against Laura's
lips.
"I want you. I want you again. I want you now. I want your
beautiful body. Please, Jonelle."
"No. It seemed . . . so, I don't know, okay last night. But
now . . ."
"It's no different."
"I'm embarrassed. I came five times. I never did that
before."
"I can make you come five more times before breakfast," Laura
murmured, kissing her wonderful brown shoulders, dropping her mouth
to Jonelle's thick, puffy nipples, so big for such tiny breasts.
But Jonelle took Laura's chin in one hand and drew her head up
again. Jonelle's eyes were shiny.
"I can't," she said softly, biting her full lower lip. "I
might want to . . . but I can't. It scares me."
Laura swallowed. "I understand."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"I have to leave."
"I know. Do you want me to hide my eyes while you dress? So
I won't see your body?"
Jonelle gave her a wry smile. "You don't have to. But you
make me feel too sexy. It's such a weird feeling. I never felt
that way around a girl before."
"You never knew a girl who wanted to rape you before," Laura
said. "Until now."
"Maybe you'd better not look, then."
"I'll . . . go in the kitchen, while you dress," Laura said,
sadly. She traced an invisible curve with one fingertip on
Jonelle's silky black cheek. "I really . . . care deeply about you,
you know."
"I . . . care for you too," Jonelle said awkwardly, averting
her eyes.
Laura left the bedroom. In a few minutes, Jonelle came out,
wearing a robe. She took her clothes from the living room into the
bathroom, dressed, then came out.
"So," she said, feigning cheerfulness. "Thanks for letting me
stay over."
"My pleasure," Laura said, pointedly. "Jonelle---"
Jonelle put her finger on Laura's lips. "Don't say anything.
Don't say anything more. I know how you feel."
Jonelle's eyes, though murky with meaning, were evasive.
"I doubt if you do," Laura said softly, watching her leave.
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Keywords: Ff, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 34
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
And who was sitting outside the door to Laura's apartment when
she arrived home after an exhausting and thrilling night of fucking
with Sandra Robinson? Chanitra.
"God, I thought you'd never get here," she said, getting to
her feet. "You look like you were out all night, screwing a football
team or something."
Then a flash of realization hit Chanitra. Her friendly face
suddenly grew long, her eyes stricken with unpleasant truths. Tears
even came quickly to her eyes.
"Oh shit," she said, softly.
Then she started crying for real. Laura felt terrible.
Quickly, she opened the door and drew Chanitra inside. She locked
the door. She couldn't stop herself from holding the girl, kissing
the tears from her cheeks. Then their mouths met, and they were
devouring each other with thirsty, urgent passion.
But when they stopped kissing, Chanitra continued crying
softly. "I know you go to bed with other . . . people," she sobbed.
"Even Yvette."
"I haven't seen your sister since you and I . . ."
"You know what I mean," Chanitra said. "It just makes me so
jealous. I don't want anyone else having you, just me."
"I know. I know, baby," Laura murmured, kissing her again.
She couldn't believe how aroused she was, especially after
what she had gone through with Sandra, coming about fifteen times,
raped again on the verge of leaving Sandra's hotel room. How could
she be so horny again, so soon? But having Chanitra's young body
pressed against hers aroused her fiercely.
And all Chanitra obviously wanted was to drown her adolescent
jealousies in a hot orgy of frenzied fucking with Laura. She
already had Laura's blouse half-unbuttoned, and her hands were
darting underneath and behind, looking for Laura's bra clasp.
Panting and hot, Laura pulled back a little.
"Chanitra, slow down, please," she panted.
"Don't want to slow down."
Raped twice in the same day, Laura thought. But the girl's
phenomenal, hard young body made her feel the same way. She pulled
Chanitra's shirt up over her head and they kissed and unclasped each
other's bra at the same time. Now their kiss suddenly turned
romantic and lanquid, full of exquisite tenderness and feeling,
unlike any of her kisses with Yvette or with Sandra.
Am I feeling this way because she's a teenager? Laura
wondered. So young, and fresh? Her body so hard and vibrant and
smooth? She only knew that they were feeling the same thing,
something she hadn't felt since making love to Rina, poor dead Rina.
Chanitra inspired the same kind of tenderness in her.
They stepped away from one another to let their loose bras
fall to the floor. Then they moved back into a hot embrace, pushing
their naked breasts together and exulting in the exciting
sensations.
"God, I just dream of fucking with you," Chanitra whispered in
Laura's ear.
Laura couldn't keep her hands and mouth from the girl's
fantastic, young, hard breasts. She squeezed them and dropped her
head, sucking one large black nipple quickly between her lips,
bringing soft yelps of pleasure from Chanitra's throat.
"Ohnnn! Anngghh!" Chanitra moaned.
"Oh Chanitra oh baby you're so beautiful," Laura purred,
sucking the girl's other breast the same way, pulling half of the
hard round ball into her mouth, driving Chanitra crazy with
pleasure.
"Take me to bed," Chanitra whispered hoarsely, tugging Laura
toward the bedroom. "I want you to . . . do me, please, quick."
They both half-ran, half-lurched down the hall to Laura's
bedroom. Chanitra was undressing on the way, and nearly stumbled
and fell trying to get her bluejeans off. Now she was nearly naked,
down to her panties. She quickly helped Laura undress and pulled
her down on the bed. Laura's mouth again found the girl's
incredible bulbous nipples while she skimmed Chanitra's panties down
her legs, exposing the most fantastic ass in creation.
"Fuck me fuck me Laura fuck me," Chanitra panted, writhing and
mewling with lust under Laura's mouth and hands.
Laura had not seen her so aroused even when they were doing it
for the first time, in Yvette's bed. Chanitra was wild with lust,
her delicious naked body arching and quivering, flexing, sleek and
sinuous as she begged Laura to fuck her, over and over. And Laura
did not hesitate.
Sliding between the girl's silken, glimmering black thighs,
she got her mouth on Chanitra's flowing pussy and brought the
beautiful teenager to three shattering orgasms in under two minutes.
Chanitra's lovely face was torn with rapture, her muscles clenching
as fierce spasms of pleasure shook her, her firm breasts jiggling,
her thighs flexing, her taut stomach quivering. The spectacle of
Chanitra coming was nearly enough to send Laura over the edge again.
"Oh god . . . oh god you make me come so hard," Chanitra
panted as she began to descend from the peak of ecstacy.
Laura held her and kissed her. "You nearly make me come just
watching you," she murmured.
"Oh . . . you will, you will," Chanitra murmured back.
She began making love to Laura, there was no other word for
it, and in about a minute Laura too was keening and thrashing
through yet another orgasm, a fierce, total cataclysm of coming that
apparently all her previous climaxes with Sandra were leading up to.
God, I didn't know I could even come one time more, she
thought, as her body began to recover from the intense, exquisite
spasms brought on by Chanitra's hungry mouth on her pussy.
Still, it was really the last one she could summon from her
exhausted body. She spent the rest of the afternoon in bed with
Chanitra, bringing the girl to many more rapturous orgasms, but it
was the last one she had herself. She tried to avoid explaining in
detail to Chanitra why she was so tired, but the girl figured it
out. Still, Laura gave her such extreme sexual pleasure that she
didn't complain about not being able to return the favor.
"Just remember," she said cutely as she left, giving Laura her
darling squint. "I owe you about ten climaxes. Next time I'm going
to make you come ten times before I even let you touch me."
"God, I can hardly wait," Laura laughed, meaning every word.
She slept twelve hours, then awoke refreshed and hornier than
ever. How can this happen? she wondered. I came more yesterday
than I ever have before. How can I be horny? Maybe I should see a
doctor. And yet her sexual desire was a vague, unfocused sort of
yearning. She didn't want any person in particular. It was a
Sunday, and she was dressed in shorts and the same cutoff sweatshirt
that had been so fetching on Yvette the night Laura had first tried
to fuck her.
In the mid-afternoon her doorbell rang. It was Yvette. One
glimpse of her cold, glaring face was enough to let Laura know that
she had discovered the goings on with Chanitra.
"My own baby sister," she said, her eyes filled with fire and
hurt and reproach.
"Please come in," Laura asked, softly.
Scowling and hostile, she came inside. Laura shut the door
behind her. Yvette's eyes swept up and down Laura.
"Did you seduce her? I see your wearing the same thing you
used to seduce me. You just couldn't keep your hands off her, could
you? Such a hot-blooded lesbian you couldn't stop yourself? She
look too good? So young and pretty? You fucked her in my own bed?
God . . . Laura. I still can't believe it!"
"Yvette . . ."
"Don't make excuses."
"I'm not."
"Don't try to tell me she seduced you."
Even though it was partly true, Laura didn't say anything.
"Can I ask how you found out?"
Yvette's eyes flashed with spite, and an aching sense of
loss. "She told me you were finished with me and only wanted her
now."
Instinctively, Laura lifted one hand to caress Yvette's
marvelous smooth cheek. Yvette slapped it away.
"It's not true," Laura whispered.
Now the tears began streaming down Yvette's cheeks, silent
tears, huge and copious.
"Oh Yvette . . ."
"Don't you touch me!" Yvette jumped back, out of reach.
Laura didn't know what to do. She felt terribly guilty and
ashamed, almost as if she had seduced Chanitra, and betrayed
Yvette. On top of that, she felt suddenly a fierce pang of lust
for Yvette, whose long, delicious, dark black body she recalled
with sharp, exquisite need. And her lust was most inappropriate now
that Yvette was shaking and crying and accusing her of . . . what,
child abuse?
"Yvette . . . please. Sit down."
Yvette's eyes were clouded with tears. "How could you do
this to me?"
"Do you want me to tell you how it happened?"
"No! God . . . I couldn't stand it. Just the thought of you
. . . fucking her makes me want to kill you. And her."
They just stood inside the door to Laura's apartment, staring
at one another for a long time while Yvette cried. Finally,
Yvette whispered, plaintively.
"I loved you."
Laura yearned for her, and leaned toward her. But Yvette
pulled back. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.
"But I don't ever want to see you again," she said, glowering
again at Laura.
"Are you sure?" Laura asked softly. She extended one arm and
placed her hand on Yvette's shoulder. She could remember the
feeling of their naked bodies entwined, their clits pressed
together, the excruciating raptures they had shared.
With a bleak smile, Yvette nodded. "I'm sure," she
whispered. "I . . . have a husband, and a little girl. I'm not a
lesbian. You can turn Chanitra into one, but not me."
Laura's hand moved behind Yvette's neck, drawing her closer.
This time Yvette didn't pull away.
"One last kiss?" Laura asked. "For old time's sake?"
Again Yvette's eyes clouded up, and her full lower lip
quivered. She shook her head.
"No. It'll just make me want to do it with you again."
She opened the door herself and was out in the hallway before
Laura could stop her again.
"Bye, Laura."
"I won't let it be goodbye, Yvette," Laura said, but she
didn't know if Yvette heard her as she walked toward the elevator.
And so, when Karen phoned that afternoon, Laura was in a
perfect mood to see her. This time it was Karen who was suffering
and wanted to drown her sorrow in Laura's arms. Karen had been
seeing a man who had a sister, and the sister and Karen had become
very attracted to each other. They had let nature take it course
and were naked in bed, just about to consummate their lust for each
other, when the brother walked in.
"You can't believe it," Karen said, bleakly. "We were so
close. I had my hand in her pussy. And she's so beautiful. You'd
love her."
"Why didn't you just ask him to join you?" Laura asked.
"I actually would have, but both of them were so angry and
guilty that the only thing I could do was leave. She called later
and said she could never see me again. She wasn't a lesbian. You
know, the whole thing."
"Oh baby. I'm so sorry. I know how you feel."
Without speaking, Karen began unbuttoning her blouse, giving
Laura alluring glances.
"What about the guy?" Laura asked, looking at the smooth,
chocolate skin come into view, and at the lacy cups of Karen's bra.
"He was okay," Karen said. "But I was getting tired of him.
Frankly, I get tired of being hammered with dick after a while, know
what I mean? I want some sweet, sweet pussy for myself." She
winked.
Laura smiled as the last button came undone. She could feel
her pulse accelerate as Karen slipped it off.
"Then I got to thinking," Karen murmured. "How long has it
been since you . . . saw these, for instance?"
Her bra unclasped in the front, between the two large cups.
She unfastened it slowly, enjoying the suspense. Then she peeled
the cups back, exposing her magnificent round breasts. To Laura
they seemed even more beautiful than they did the first time she saw
them.
Karen's breasts were large but perfectly formed, jutting and
firm, with swollen, glimmering black nipples. Laura could feel her
blood pounding as she looked at them. She had sucked and licked and
kissed and even bitten them many times, bringing Karen to fierce
explosions of coming. And yet, she never had enough. And neither,
apparently, did Karen.
"You haven't been letting anybody bite them, have you?" Laura
asked suggestively, smiling, her eyes swimming with hot sex, as
Karen's were too by now.
Karen stood up and came over to Laura. Her loose bra slipped
from her arms and fell to the floor. Her firm breasts barely
jiggled as she walked, just enough to make Laura want to swallow
them.
Karen leaned over the easy chair where Laura sat, putting one
hand on each arm of the chair and swaying her perfect breasts in
Laura's face.
"Tell me if you see any teeth marks," she teased softly.
Karen's naked breasts were so close to her lips that her warm
breath was reflected back. Karen leaned even closer, brushing
Laura's face with the smooth round globes. The feel of Karen's
soft, bulbous nipples against her face was almost ecstacy itself to
Laura. Her hands came up to capture the swaying balls of flesh.
Toying with Karen, she playfully bared her teeth, rubbing one
bulbous nipple against them. Several sharp, excited gasps escaped
from Karen's mouth. Laura opened her teeth and let Karen's huge
nipple pop into her mouth. She sucked it passionately.
Karen looked down at her nipple inside Laura's mouth. Laura
held her breast in both hands, squeezing it gently with her fingers
while she sucked.
"Oh . . . ahh . . . unhhh!" Karen panted and gasped. "You
know I don't let anybody hurt me but you," she panted.
"How do you come with them?" Laura asked, releasing the nipple
and licking it, stabbing it with her tongue.
"I concentrate. But I don't have to . . . ahhnnnn!
concentrate with you . . . unhhhh! Oh! Oh Laura! Squeeze them
hard! Harder! God . . . nobody fucks me like you!"
Laura was now treating Karen's other beautiful breast the same
way, sucking and squeezing it, squeezing it harder now that Karen
had asked for it. The stuffed chair she was sitting in was big, and
Karen straddled Laura's thighs with her knees, pushing her naked
breasts into Laura's face. While Laura sucked her nipples and
squeezed her breasts, Karen inched down the zipper of her jeans.
But to get them completely off, she had to stand for a moment.
Her eyes were glazed, her nipples wet with Laura's saliva, erect and
shiny. She nearly smoked with hot sex as she stripped off her jeans
and panties, doing a quick striptease for Laura.
Laura was as aroused as Karen. She held up her arms,
beckoning the girl back, knowing that Karen was just seconds from a
fierce climax, that nothing could stop them. With no other girl did
she have such crackling, scorching, violent sexual encounters. Once
the two of them were swept up in it, as they were now, she knew that
nothing could stop them until they both obliterated their lust in
several fiery explosions.
Again Karen climbed into the chair with her knees straddling
Laura's thighs. She dangled her breasts in Laura's face, and Laura
began to make love to them again, rough love, aggressive, almost
brutal love, while Karen dropped one hand between her thighs and
began massaging her pussy.
"Do it hard honey do it hard I'm gonna come," she murmured to
Laura, wincing with ecstacy as Laura's hands and mouth on her
breasts grew rougher. "Nobody does this to me but you. I don't let
anybody but you. Unhhh! Unggg! Oh god! Hard! Hard! Bite honey
bite! Please!"
"Oh Karen!"
"Ungghh! Oh . . . Laura! Unghgh! Oh!"
Laura's fingers bit into the firm round balls of Karen's
breasts, squeezing them brutally, while she nipped at the large,
bulging, wet nipple in her mouth with her teeth, teasing Karen,
making her whimper and tremble frantically. Then, quickly, she
delivered, sharply biting Karen's nipple. Next she released it from
her lips and shoved the other one in, biting it sharply too.
Karen exploded with coming.
"AUUNNGOWWNNGGNNGGIIEEEE!" she cried out, her body shuddering
in killing spasms of rapture.
Laura dropped one hand to the girl's groin, gripping Karen's
own fingers, which were slippery with her flowing cunt juices. She
had never felt the girl, any girl, so wet.
"Ohhhh honey, I want to eat you, I want to suck your pussy,"
she panted.
Karen was still stunned by the force of her climax. Quickly,
Laura switched places with her, laying Karen's pliant body back in
the chair, then dropping to her knees between Karen's splayed,
glossy black thighs. The sleek inner part of Karen's thighs was wet
with cunt ooze, and Laura pushed her mouth directly up against the
swollen lips of Karen's beautiful pussy, raping the girl with her
lips and tongue.
Karen moaned, her body stiffened, her pelvis began to churn
excitedly. Laura knew she hadn't really come down yet from the
stunning orgasm she had just experienced. Laura's hands slid back
up Karen's writhing body to her breasts, which she squeezed and
pinched while sucking and tonguing Karen's flooding pussy wildly.
Her face was wet with pussy juices, and the tangy flavor on
her tongue sent her into more violent paroxysms of lust. She
tongue-stabbed Karen, and sucked her clit, swallowing the flood of
juices, sucking more, harder, pinching Karen's large, thick nipples
sharply, until suddenly Karen's luscious body arched, quivered, and
she erupted again in a string of shattering orgasms.
Her strangled cries of ecstacy were so loud that Laura was
afraid the neighbors would hear, but nothing could make either of
them hold back. Karen had two violent orgasms in a row before
finally collapsing, panting, moaning back into the chair cushions.
Laura slid up her body, lying half on top of her, kissing her, still
fully clothed.
"My god," Karen finally giggled, when she had regained her
breath, "I've already come three times and you're still dressed."
Laura looked down at her clothes and giggled too. "I guess
you were in a hurry," she said.
"You also have pussy juice all over your face," Karen grinned.
"Mine."
Laura licked her lips. "I hope there's more where that came
from."
"Gallons. Gallons, for you. What do you think about joining
me in the bedroom?"
"I thought you'd never ask, you greedy bitch," Laura smiled.
They went to Karen's bedroom, and Karen undressed Laura,
without letting Laura do a thing.
"I haven't fucked you for months," she whispered. "I haven't
had my hands on this incredible body for too long. And honey, I'm
gonna fuck you hard. You're gonna climb the walls."
Laura found herself trembling involuntarily with sexual
excitement, partly from fucking Karen herself moments ago, and even
more from Karen's words and caresses. She had had some wonderful
sex in the past weeks, with Yvette, with Chanitra, with Sandra, but
nothing could match the sheer intensity of her sex with Karen.
And as soon as Karen got Laura's clothes off, she was all over
her. She pulled the covers off the bed and drew Laura down on the
crisp white sheets, swarming over Laura's supine body, sucking and
fucking Laura hard, as she had promised, and not slacking off until
she had made Laura come five explosive times.
Gasping for breath, still tingling all over, her own pussy
juices smearing her inner thighs this time, Laura felt like she had
been hit by a truck. She lay next to Karen, still stunned, eyes
glazed, unable to speak for several minutes.
"We're going to put each other in the hospital if we keep this
up," she finally said, softly.
"Then call the ambulance, honey," Karen murmured hotly in her
ear. She leaned up over Laura, dangling her incredible breasts in
Laura's face once more. "My nipples are throbbing for your teeth,
girl. One nibble from you and I'll be coming again."
"God, you're already wet again," Laura breathed, massaging
Karen's flowing pussy with one hand.
"You don't think I'm lying, do you?"
They fucked for another hour, increasingly rough with each
other, as was usually the case. By the time they rested, both were
getting sore. Each girl had come between ten and fifteen times.
"My nipples are hurting," Karen said, examining the puffy
buds. "I can't believe it. You and I used to fuck through the
night. And my cunt aches, too."
"I know," Laura said. "Me too."
They were reluctantly drifting toward calling it a night when
Karen's doorbell rang. She went to the door in her bathrobe and
returned with Rick, and his brother Jamie.
Suddenly, Laura could feel the atmosphere become electrified.
After all, Karen was dressed only in her bathrobe, and Laura was
under a sheet, completely naked too. Any fool could see they had
been fucking heatedly for hours. The bed was all rumpled and messy.
"Look who's here," Karen said, coyly.
Laura smiled. "Hi," she said, feeling a hot gnawing of fear
mixed with excitement in the pit of her stomach.
Rick made a mocking long face. "Awww, you guys are having a
party and didn't invite us."
As usual, Jamie was more awed by his understanding of what was
going on before he and his brother arrived. He looked at the
rumpled sheets.
"I . . . I didn't know," he began, but Rick shut him up.
"Aren't you going to invite us to join you?" Rick asked.
Karen smiled. Laura could tell that she felt as newly
energized by the situation as she herself did. They might be sore,
but the possibilities were enticing. Both of them had been fucked
by Rick and Jamie, and the thought of all four of them together was
intriguing.
"Think you feel up to it?" Karen teased.
Rick came over to her. He kissed her aggressively, removing
her bathrobe at the same time. Jamie's eyes were popping out of his
head. Rick filled his hands with Karen's luscious naked breasts.
He dropping his mouth to them, and quickly had Karen moaning, and
Laura's pulse racing.
Rick nodded to his brother, who came over to them, stripping
his shirt off as he walked. Rick passed Karen to Jamie, who kept
kissing her mouth and squeezing her breasts while Rick quickly
undressed. When Laura saw his huge jumping cock spring into view,
she felt the blood hammer more rapidly through her veins. She had
almost forgotten how big it was. And Jamie's, she knew, was even
bigger.
She could see from the enraptured expression on Karen's face
that she was completley pliant for them, ready to take anythng they
had to give. Rick quickly lay down on her back at the edge of the
bed, with his feet still on the floor. Jamie guided Karen over to
him, and he slipped the huge fat pole of his cock up into her pussy
as she straddled his hips, danglng her delicious dark breasts in his
face.
Laura scooted up to the head of the bed to give them room,
wildly aroused by watching them fuck.
"God . . . in the drawer," Karen gasped as Rick mauled her
thick black nipples with his mouth. "There's . . . ahhh, oh!
There's baby oil."
Now Jamie was naked too, his huge cock twitching and pulsing.
He went directly for the drawer, took out the small plastic bottle,
and quickly oiled his piston. It all happened so fast that Laura
could hardly believe it.
He stood behind Karen, kneading her luscious, round, black
buns with his hands, then slid the huge, gristly, oiled shaft
between them and up into her asshole. Karen shut her eyes and
clenched her teeth. She didn't even moan, but held her breath,
wincing sharply as the enormous stalk penetrated her.
Now she was impaled on both cocks, and they began to fuck her
with long, slow strokes that quickly turned into hot, sharp jabs.
Karen moaned and whimpered as they began to pump her roughly, and
Rick's mouth tore at her bulging nipples. Laura felt her whole body
pulse with wild sexual excitement, and awe at the same time, as she
watched the two men sandwich Karen's churning body between them and
fuck her hard in her pussy and ass.
She herself had been fucked that way by these same two guys,
and the memory of it made her hotter still. It was horrible and
fascinating at the same time. Tears were pouring down Karen's face,
and yet she was clearly in a kind of demented rapture, being
brutally and devastatingly raped by Rick and Jamie, but on the edge
of a ferocious climax. And she reached her first one as Laura
watched.
Squealing uncontrollably, Karen erupted in a bomb burst of
coming, her sleek body shuddering as the spasms wrenched her. Rick
and Jamie never missed a stroke, and when her orgasm subsided, and
her groans diminished, Laura heard Rick panting to her, and to his
brother.
"You want it the new way, baby?" he panted to Karen, still
mauling her luscious, saliva-wet breasts with his mouth and fingers.
"Both in your pussy? Both in your pussy?"
Delirious with lust, Karen nodded, biting her lower lips as
both huge cocks still jabbed into her.
"Put your cock in her pussy too, Jamie," Rick panted. "Do it.
She wants it."
Karen had described this to Laura, so she was not completely
shocked. But she could still hardly believe her eyes as she saw
Jamie slide his massive, greased prick out of Karen's asshole, then
guide it down to her pussy, which was already crammed full of his
brother's equally huge cock. How can they both fit in there? she
wondered, holding her fist to her mouth.
But they could. She heard Karen groan as Jamie used his
fingers to open her cuntlips further at the bottom. But as soon as
he got the ballooning head of his stiff cock inside, he just pushed
it all the way into her.
"Unngghhh!" she groaned, tears again streaming down her
cheeks.
Her face was contorted in agony. Laura couldn't believe her
eyes. Karen's pussy was stretched to the limits, gorged with two
enormous stiff cocks, and she was mewling hysterically as both men
churned their hips, forcing both cocks further into her. They
fucked her just as hard as before, only it seemed harder now, since
their huge, stiff cocks didn't slide easily in and out of her pussy,
and they had to force them up into the groaning, weeping girl.
They had not come yet either, and so they grew even rougher
with her as they approached their own orgasms. Now all three of
them were groaning, panting, grunting, straining. It was the most
thrilling and scary thing Laura had ever witnessed, and it aroused
her to a wild pitch of lust too.
The two men ripped their huge cocks up into Karen's pussy, and
Karen began to come, wailing and squirming hysterically, pinned
between Rick and Jamie as they too reached their orgasms. For the
next ten seconds Laura watched the evidence of excruciating pleasure
transfix their faces as they continued to writhe and strain through
the clenching fury of their shared climax.
Their still-spouting cocks slipped out of her pussy, spewing
creamy dollops of cum all over her black belly and thighs. The
sight of the pearly rivulets of cum excited Laura more than she
realized, and she knew that in addition to being shocked by the
perverted power of what she had witnessed, she was jealous of Karen
too.
The three of them lay spent and gasping on the bed, while two
feet away Laura was still seething with lust and frantic excitement.
She watched enviously as they disentangled their bodies and mopped
up the streaks of jism with towels Karen brought from the bathroom.
Karen's eyes fell on Laura. She smiled.
"Are you feeling left out?" she said, coming over to Laura,
embracing her, beginning to make love to her, fondling Laura's
breasts and twisting her nipples, just hard enough to make Laura
relish the threat of more brutal passion.
"Ohh! Oucchh!" Laura gasped.
"Don't you want me to fuck you while you're waiting for them?"
she whispered. "Anyway, watching me fuck you will get them hot
again quick."
Laura could hardly resist. Karen knew how to ring every one
of her bells, knew even how to make her beg for it. And being so
savagely fucked by Rick and Jamie had only stoked Karen's fires.
She swarmed all over the moaning Laura, sucking her nipples and
probing her wet, throbbing pussy, rubbing her own luscious body
against Laura's, bringing Laura quickly to a fever pitch of need.
Laura squirmed and whimpered, curiously both repelled and
aroused by being watched as she drew closer and closer to a
screaming climax. By the time Karen slid down her body and began to
eat her pussy, she was beyond caring. She was totally in the grip
of sexual mania, and the thought that the two guys would be
following Karen seemed to stimulate her even more.
Karen's wild, ingenious tongue and lips on her clit had her
gagging and shuddering with ecstacy in about thirty seconds, and in
the middle of her shattering climax she realized that the boys were
hard again, and taking over. Watching Karen fuck her had indeed
revived Rick and Jamie in record time, and Laura was still coming as
they manipulated her body into position, this time with Jamie on the
bottom. Laura nearly swooned she felt his huge cock slide up into
her throbbing pussy.
"Anngghhhh!" she groaned the next second, because Rick had
quickly oiled his freshly-rigid, enormous prick, and was inching it
into her screaming, pain-flaming rectum.
Before she quite knew what was happening, her body was totally
engorged with stiff cock, her ass and pussy splitting from the huge
poles. And both Rick and Jamie were fucking her hard, hammering
their massive stalks into her, sandwiching her between them and
brutally fuck-mauling her beautiful, writhing body. Then Karen
joined them, and all four were tangled together in one writhing mass
of flesh on the bed.
Karen's hands and mouth eagerly found Laura's breasts and
assaulted the luscious globes with the same brutal frenzy, sucking
Laura's nipples so sharply that Laura's body fell into the
convulsions of an almost continuous orgasm. The two men, who had
already climaxed less than ten minutes earlier, weren't so hair-
trigger now, and they fucked Laura even more roughly than they had
raped Karen, ripping their stiff cocks up into her quivering body,
spearing her ass and pussy and making her cry out and moan sharply.
In the middle of her third orgasm, she realized they were
going to do the same thing to her they had done to Karen. She felt
Rick's large cock slide out of her bottom, then felt him jamming it
into her already-splitting pussy alongside his brother's hard prick.
The pain was killing as he forced the gigantic stalk into her
already-crammed cunt. It hurt so bad she could not even get out a
cry. Her breath was gone, and hot tears squirted from her eyes,
pouring down her cheeks as they began to squeeze and pummel her body
between them.
The fit was so tight that they really couldn't move their
cocks in and out of her, and so they shimmied her roughly between
them until the rapid motion and pressure drove them all to a
crushing, excruciating climax. Laura had been through some violent
sexual events before, but nothing matched the searing, explosive
fury of this volcanic moment. Rivers of cum spurted into her from
the two jabbing pricks, and Karen nearly swallowed one of her
nipples as Laura's whole shuddering body erupted in a cataclysm of
intense coming.
She didn't know how long it lasted.
Finally, they were all groaning softly and prying their flesh
apart, too stunned by the experience to say anything. Laura's pussy
still ached where they had stretched it to accomodate their massive
organs, but at the same time it throbbed and hummed with incredible
aftershocks of sexual pleasure. Her nipples ached too, in the same
way.
Even days afterward, she could hardly believe what she had
gone through. And even though the physical experience was the most
intense she could imagine short of actually dying, she didn't know
if she ever wanted to go through it again.
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<P>The day Laura was hoping for finally arrived. Mavis had left a message on her answering machine. Two weeks had passed since their delicious afternoon of fucking, following their meeting in the aisle at Walgreens. Laura had begun to worry.</P>
<P>True, she had been busy sleeping with Stevie Archer, Shavon, Charise, Jane, Earlene, Yvette, Randi. God, that many! she thought, amazed, feeling a hot little tingle deep inside her pussy at the memory of each one. If Mavis had phoned, Laura would have had a tough time squeezing her in. But she <I>would</I> have squeezed her in.</P>
<P>Mavis had not called, and Laura began to ache. Their coupling had been very special. They had been soulmates from the start, partly because Laura had fallen wildly in love with Mavis in seconds, and also because Mavis was experienced in girl-girl fucking due to having done it for a couple of years with her older sister. Gosh, she mustve been only fourteen when that horny Brenda started screwing her! Laura suddenly realized for the first time.</P>
<P>"You cant call me cause my Mamall find out," Mavis half-whispered into the phone. "Sorry I didnt call sooner. I have to be careful. Dying to see you, Laura. Can you meet me tomorrow after school at . . . you know, where we met before? I know its hard to get off work. Ill be there about four, if you can make it." Then her voice dropped to a full whisper. "Laura, I dig you, I really dig you, I need to see you." Then back up again. "Okay, then. Bye."</P>
<P>Laura realized, as she rewound the tape to listen to it again, that her heart was racing and pounding. She was so excited, her emotions in a whirl, realizing that Mavis felt the same way about her. She would have to leave work a little over an hour early to get to Walgreens in time. She would have to drive.</P>
<P>And just as she was leaving for her car the next day, hurrying out the door with her coat half on, she ran into Rhonda.</P>
<P>"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Rhonda asked knowingly. She looked at her watch. "A full days work for a full days pay, right? You have that look in your eye, Laura. Is she cute? Does she work here?"</P>
<P>"I . . . have a doctors appointment," Laura stammered hastily.</P>
<P>"Right. You have to give a gynecological exam to a very pretty black girl. Do I know her?"</P>
<P>Laura shook her head.</P>
<P>"Just as well, I guess," Rhonda shrugged. "I only want them more, knowing youre . . . you know"</P>
<P>"What happened, isnt Stevie doing it for you any more?" Laura couldnt resist, though she hated herself afterward for saying it.</P>
<P>"Were getting along find, thank you," Rhonda said in a clipped voice. "She has . . . commitments, and of course so do I. So we cant be together as much as Id like to."</P>
<P>And if it was that easy for me to fuck her, Laura thought, remembering Chicago, then you have every right to be jealous, dear. Who can tell whose tongue or dick might be up Stevies gorgeous pussy right now, eh? </P>
<P>"Shes very beautiful," Laura said, feeling both joy and guilt at being an absolute traitor. And I fucked her Playmate brains out, too, she wanted to add. "I hope you two are very happy."</P>
<P>To make matters worse, Rhonda began glowing with love. "Oh, thank you, Laura. I . . . really care for her so much."</P>
<P>"What about Sholandra?"</P>
<P>Rhonda grew remote. "She has been a little . . . unpleasant. But we patched that up. Shes really too wild for her own good. She scares me sometimes. She gets so jealous."</P>
<P>"I guess most of us would feel badly if a Playmate of the Month stole our lover from us."</P>
<P>"Im trying to . . . help her through it."</P>
<P>Poor Sholandra! Laura thought.</P>
<P>"I have to rush!" she said.</P>
<P>"Go ahead," Rhonda said. "Dont catch anything."</P>
<P>Laura gave her a tight smile. What a thing to say! She dashed to her car and drove like a terrorist to Walgreens. Mavis was waiting by a mailbox.</P>
<P>She was wearing white socks and white sneakers, a short plaid skirt, and a white blouse with a yellow cardigan sweater. Her hair was done in bows on each side, bangs along her forehead (like Charise! Laura recalled guiltily), and she looked younger this time than she had the first time. As if I didnt feel badly enough, robbing the cradle, Laura thought. Shes darling. God, a face to die for! Even more beautiful than I remembered it.</P>
<P>She leaned over and opened the door for Mavis, who quickly got in, looking around nervously as if to see whether any classmates saw her getting into this older womans car. Laura, filling the role of a lust-crazed lesbian admirably, could not take her eyes off Maviss sleek, black, bare legs. Maviss skirt was quite short and revealed about half of her hard, smooth thighs.</P>
<P>She saw Laura looking and grinned broadly. "You like these legs, dont you, you horny thing," she said, her devastating eyes flickering with amusement and sexual excitement, barely concealed.</P>
<P>"I . . . couldnt get you out of my mind," Laura confessed breathlessly.</P>
<P>Liar! Youve been fucking seven or eight girls since you last saw her! Laura could feel herself beginning to blush with shame, long her clearest weakness, and she fought to keep the blood from rushing to her face.</P>
<P>"Thought of you a lot too," Mavis said, matter-of-factly. </P>
<P>"I wanted to see you sooner."</P>
<P>Mavis smiled happily. "Me too. Couldnt get away. I have to watch after two baby brothers a lot. Wouldnt do to be pleasuring myself while they burn the house down, would it."</P>
<P>"No. Certainly not. Anyway, my heart is racing. Im so glad to see you."</P>
<P>"I can stay an hour. We should be able to do it three or four times in a hour, right?"</P>
<P>Now Laura smiled. "It doesnt matter how many times. I just want to hold you."</P>
<P>Mavis grinned salaciously, looking straight ahead through the windshield at the traffic. "And something else."</P>
<P>"And everything else."</P>
<P>"Good!"</P>
<P>At Lauras apartment, they kissed just inside the door, leaning against it. "I forgot how beautiful you are," Laura panted, kissing her neck, her ear, her cheek, her throat, trying to pull Maviss shirt tails out of her skirt in order to get her hands on the girls marvelous warm skin everywhere.</P>
<P>"Youre gonna give me a big head, Laura," Mavis warned. "Brenda and I screwed a lot, but she never told me I was beautiful."</P>
<P>"Sisters never see each others beauty. Ill bet youre more beautiful than she is."</P>
<P>"She has bigger titties. Real big ones." She held her hands out in front of her own small breasts.</P>
<P>"Come in here to the bedroom," Laura said. "And quit talking about Brenda. Im your lover now, not Brenda. Im going to make you forget her."</P>
<P>Mavis grinned, shedding her shirt completely as they reached Lauras bedroom. "You already have."</P>
<P>Laura kissed her again while Mavis carefully unbuttoned Lauras blouse and removed it. They helped one another undress down to their underwear. Mavis wore plain cotton panties and a shallow-cup plain white bra, so common, so different from the elaborately sexy underthings worn by most of Lauras bed partners. Laura embraced her and slid both hands under the elastic of Maviss panties, cupping both firm round moons of Maviss ass and squeezing them.</P>
<P>"Oooohhh, that feels good," Mavis said through the kiss.</P>
<P>Laura kissed her neck and shoulder, still squeezing the full moons of her ass.</P>
<P>"You have a delicious bottom that I am going to kiss and kiss," she said, pulling Mavis over to the bed.</P>
<P>They lay down together on it, and Laura skimmed Maviss cotton panties all the way off. </P>
<P>"I was afraid you might not want to see me again, after that first time," Mavis confessed shyly.</P>
<P>She was not ordinarily shy, and so Laura knew she meant it. "Why would you think that?" Laura said. "I love you. Mmmm, I love this delicious body."</P>
<P>Laura unfastened her own bra, then Maviss, and they both shed them quickly. Now they were completely naked. Laura pushed their breasts together, feeling the hard rivets of Maviss nipples poking into her own.</P>
<P>"I thought . . . you have so many other girls probably," Mavis said, eyes burning. "Why would you want little old me."</P>
<P>Laura kissed her with searing intensity, digging her fingers passionately now into the firm naked flesh of Maviss round, smooth ass. "I never stop thinking of you."</P>
<P>"And then . . ." Mavis giggled softly in embarrassment. "I got this pimple. You know?"</P>
<P>"Where?"</P>
<P>"Right here." She pointed to one cheekbone.</P>
<P>Laura touched it, the dark brown skin smooth and velvet to Lauras fingertip. "I dont see anything."</P>
<P>"Its why I didnt call you," Mavis looked down. "I had to wait for it to go away."</P>
<P>Laura was overcome with love. She kissed Mavis heatedly again, then dropped her mouth to the girls small breasts, toying with one huge hard nipple before sucking it deeply into her mouth, and most of Maviss breast too.</P>
<P>"Unhhhh!" Mavis gasped.</P>
<P>"Oh Mavis, you are so beautiful," Laura panted softly. "How could you think I could ever get you off my mind."</P>
<P>"Unhh! Oh wow . . . Laura, that feels good."</P>
<P>"And Im going to devour this one the same way."</P>
<P>Mavis lay moaning on her side while Laura sucked her large hard nipples hungrily. Like Jonelle, she had very small breasts, swellings really, and very large nipples. But the difference was in what large meant in each case. Jonelles nipples were huge soft black buds, like Rinas and Trinas, swelling fruit, both the areola and the center nub forming a single bulb that swelled out from each breast. But Maviss areolas were relatively small, tent-like, and the thick, hard centers of her big nipples pushed up from the middle of them like jutting black bullets.</P>
<P>Laura lashed them with her tongue, sucking and pinching them with her lips, until Mavis was whimpering uncontrollably, squirming and panting.</P>
<P>"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . . oh god, that feels so good!" she panted.</P>
<P>"Its going to feel better, darling. Im going to suck this wet little pussy of yours the same way."</P>
<P>Her fingers had discovered that Maviss cunt was very wet indeed, and she quickly slid down to it. The black lips were glossy and glistening with warm juice, and Lauras fingers pulled them open to reveal the shiny magenta juice-pit within. She was in heaven. This beautiful teenager was hers, all hers, a gorgeous young girl with a breathtaking face and a sweet, virginal black body that had never known a cock, only Lauras tongue, preceded by the tongue of her sister Brenda. </P>
<P>She proceeded to lick Maviss pussy in a slow, skillful way that she had not been able to use during their first time together, simply because they had both been desperate to fuck and make each other come quickly and repeatedly. But now they had an hour, and Laura was not to be denied her feast. She licked Maviss sweet runny pussy but without letting Mavis come, and after about three minutes Mavis was begging her.</P>
<P>"Oh god . . . oh god, Laura . . . please!" she gasped, pinching her own nipples, churning her pussy up into Lauras mouth. "Oh please! Oh god . . . oh god I cant take that, Laura! Please . . . yes yes ohhnnnn! Oh yes! Harder . . . please! Please harder! Unghhh! Unghhh! Oh god . . . Laura, please! I . . . Im going to"</P>
<P>"Not yet youre not going to . . ." Laura panted, pulling her tongue back from Maviss swollen, hard little clitoris, which she had been toying with cleverly for minutes.</P>
<P>She cupped the firm moons of Maviss pretty ass in both hands, squeezing the warm, resilient flesh and lowering her tongue to the less-sensitive wet crease of Maviss pussy, licking and tongue-fucking it tenderly. Unable to come, Mavis drew back from the edge, her body slowly twisting and churning less frantically, her sighs and whimpers dying down into tormented mewlings. She dug her fingers into her hard young thighs and raised her crotch into Lauras face, biting her lip, moaning, swirling her pussy against Lauras mouth, loving every second of this and yet desperate to come.</P>
<P>"Oh Laura . . . please!" she beseeched Laura, raising her hands to the small swellings of her breasts and twisting her hard black jutting nipples sharply.</P>
<P>Laura took pity on her. The delicious girl was dying for her climax, and Laura could withhold it from her no longer. She slid two fingers into the sopping wet crease of Maviss festering pussy and began to fuck her with them, while at the same time lashing the girls swollen clitoris excitedly with her tongue. About twenty seconds of this was all Mavis could stand.</P>
<P>"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she panted, hurtling toward a devastating orgasm. "Oh yes . . . oh Laura yes like that yes yes! Ungghh! Awwwonnngghiieee!" she cried out, coming violently, her ecstatic screams filling the bedroom, since she was far too transported by her orgasm to remember, as Laura had taught her, to push her face into the pillow next to her head.</P>
<P>She came hard, her lovely lean body flexing and shuddering. After the initial shocks, Laura slid up to hold her while she quivered and moaned, still coming even twenty seconds later. Finally, the whirlwind was spent, and she blinked and smiled.</P>
<P>"You do know how to make me come pretty hard, Laura," she gasped. "I kept thinking, Brenda never made me come the way Laura do."</P>
<P>"Im so glad," Laura smiled, kissing her. "Then youll always want to come back to me."</P>
<P>"You got that one right," Mavis beamed. "And now Im gonna give you my special, too."</P>
<P>She pushed Laura onto her back and began making love to her. Mavis knew what she was doing, and this time she made love to Laura even more passionately than she had their first time. This Brenda must be pretty hot in the sack if she taught Mavis how to do all this, Laura thought. A few seconds later she herself was exploding in a hot, clenching orgasm brought on by Maviss clever fingers and tongue. </P>
<P>A little later, while they were cuddling, Mavis came out with another shocker. "Have you ever fucked anybody with your whole hand?"</P>
<P>Laura tried to play dumb. "What do you mean?"</P>
<P>Mavis held up her own hand, then made it into a fist. "Like this. Brenda used to make me do it to her. Because I have small hands, see?"</P>
<P>She rotated her fist. She did have small hands, small and beautiful. Laura felt a hot, delighted little twitch deep inside her pussy, as if she were imagining what it would feel like to have that pretty black fist in it.</P>
<P>Mavis looked briefly down at the sheet, unable to look Laura squarely in the eye. "I was just wondering" she began.</P>
<P>"Wondering what?"</P>
<P>"You have pretty small hands, like I do. I was wondering if you would . . . you know . . . do me with your fist. When I did Brenda, she used to just die. She used to come like I never saw anybody come."</P>
<P>Laura bubbled over with laughter, and hugged Mavis hard, pulling her down again on the bed. ""You, my darling, are a shameless little pervert, arent you," she laughed.</P>
<P>But Mavis remained serious. "You dont have to, if you dont want to."</P>
<P>Laura kissed her warmly, squeezing the delectable small swellings of her breasts and pinching her thick nipples. "Ill only do it if you do it back to me," she breathed into one of Maviss marvelous black ears.</P>
<P>"Really?"</P>
<P>"You want to go first?"</P>
<P>Maviss whole body was suddenly gripped by a strong tremor, which then left as quickly as it had arrived. She and Laura both giggled.</P>
<P>"Shit yes, I want to go first," she said. </P>
<P>She grabbed Lauras hand and raised it to her very sensual lips. Slowly, she folded Lauras fingers down to make a fist, then kissed the whole fist all over in the most alluring, inviting way Laura had ever experienced. All the time, while kissing Lauras fist, her dark eyes held Lauras, throbbing, inviting her, beckoning her: stick this fist in my pussy and fuck me, Laura. </P>
<P>I cant believe this girl is only sixteen, Laura thought. The depths of sensuality she had first glimpsed deep in Maviss eyes when they had met in the aisle at Walgreens were really there. Shes as perverted as I am, Laura thought, feeling a hot rush of blood accompanying the thought.</P>
<P>She leaned forward and kissed Mavis, a slow, searing kiss. "Lie down, darling. Im going to give you what you want."</P>
<P>It was as though they had never fucked before. Maviss eyes, swimming and throbbing with sex, were fastened to Lauras as she lay on her back and spread her thighs, exposing her delectable young pussy. Laura slid down between them and began by sliding two fingers up and down in the warm wet channel, opening it further, hearing Mavis pant. Soon she had three fingers sliding up and down the inflamed cleft of Maviss pussy, and Mavis was gnawing her lower lip, whimpering softly now and then, knowing what was to come.</P>
<P>Now Laura joined all four fingers together and began to push them further into Maviss pussy, fucking her gently with them.</P>
<P>"Oh . . . oh yes!" Mavis whimpered. </P>
<P>She gyrated her hips slowly. Her delicious black thighs clenched. </P>
<P>"You want more?" Laura prompted her.</P>
<P>"Oh yes."</P>
<P>Now Laura joined her thumb to her four fingers to make a wedge. She had done this many times with Karen and knew by now just how to slowly work her whole hand into the girls cunt. Mavis now was becoming wildly aroused. She could see more and more of Lauras hand entering her splayed pussy. She had done this herself to her sister and knew what Laura was doing, knew how it would affect her.</P>
<P>"Oh shit . . ." she gasped.</P>
<P>"Does it hurt?"</P>
<P>"Oh no . . . it feels wonderful. Unhhh! Oh . . . yes! Unhhhh!"</P>
<P>"Honey, your pussy is so wet," Laura said, feeling her fingers grow squishy and slippery in the copious cunt juices that were flowing from Mavis.</P>
<P>She had never felt Karen get this wet. But the look in Maviss eyes was familiar, a shocked looked of total sexual delirium, a trance-like stare of hypnotic pleasure mixed with some discomfort. Laura had done it too, and she knew it did not feel exactly good at first to have a whole hand, no matter how small, stuffed into your pussy. She went slowly and carefully, working the wedge of her hand forward, feeling the slippery aperture grow wider, opening for her.</P>
<P>Suddenly, her hand slipped in past the knuckles.</P>
<P>"Ungh!" Mavis grunted softly, her eyes suddenly blazing with fire briefly as she knew Lauras whole fist was inside her. "Oh . . . shit!"</P>
<P>Their eyes met and locked. "How does it feel?" Laura whispered.</P>
<P>Mavis again chewed on her lower lip. Her eyes closed, then opened. Her sensual lips formed words, but they wouldnt come out. She took a deep breath and forced them a second time.</P>
<P>"Fuck me . . . Laura. Im gonna come hard . . . any second . . ."</P>
<P>"I know."</P>
<P>Laura leaned forward to kiss her lovingly as she rotated her fist at the same time inside Maviss tight cunt. The same phenomenon she had experienced with Karen overwhelmed her, the deep intimacy of this act, the emotional connection it forged between her and Mavis as she began to fuck the girl with her fist. She knew Mavis was so aroused that it would take very little to make her come, and yet she didnt want her to come too soon and spoil the fierce pleasure they were both getting from it.</P>
<P>Also, Maviss pussy was much tighter than Karens, either because she was much younger, or because she had never been fucked by a man, any man. But it was harder for Laura to move her hand up and down, or in and out, because the cavity of Maviss pussy was shallow and tight. Of course, the tightness made the sensations nearly unbearably erotic for Mavis, who quickly began to moan and writhe, her face contorted in a strange expression of part agony, part unbelievable pleasure.</P>
<P>Even though she wanted to continue kissing her while she fucked her, it was impossible. Laura needed to slide back between Maviss spread thighs in order to get proper leverage, and to avoid cramping her own arm muscles. </P>
<P>"Oh god! Ungghhh! Oh god! Oh shit . . . oh god Laura! Ungghh!" Mavis panted uncontrollably. </P>
<P>"Is it good? Is it good, honey?"</P>
<P>"Oh god, yes! Unhhh! Oh! Yes . . . do it hard! I . . . I"</P>
<P>Laura began to fist-fuck her a little harder than she really wanted to. But Mavis begged for it, and she was delirious with wild fuck-hunger now, pumping her groin up into Lauras fist, gagging helplessly as Laura plunged it deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her lean, sleek, young black body was so ravishing as she flexed and undulated in a frenzy of delirious lust that Laura could hardly control herself. She tried to hold back, but Mavis was out of control, churning and whinnying softly, her face torn by excruciating rapture.</P>
<P>She began to come almost without warning. Her beautiful face froze, and Laura could actually feel through her bunched-up fingers inside Maviss cunt that a series of convulsions were beginning to shake the girl from the inside out. Mavis actually reached down with both hands and grabbed Lauras forearm where it protruded from her pussy. </P>
<P>Insane with lust, she held Lauras arm and jammed her pussy down on Lauras fist, tossing her head from side to side and groaning in agony as a shattering orgasm gripped her glossy, flexing body. The bed shook so much that Laura briefly feared it might come apart. Still fiercely clutching Lauras forearm, Mavis arched her back and shuddered through a truly crushing climax.</P>
<P>"Awwonngggg! Ohnngghh oh shit oh shit ohhnggg awwwongghhh!" she groaned, coming and coming, flexing, twisting, then moaning as another spasm shook her flesh.</P>
<P>It was definitely one of the most overpowering sexual experiences Laura had ever been a part of. She had been with lovers who briefly passed out during an orgasm. She had been with Jonelle, who often seemed in danger of dying when she came. She had joined with Karen, and now Earlene, in sadomasochistic multiple orgasms of excruciating intensity. But none of that had been more intense than this orgasm Mavis had.</P>
<P>Finally, the girl released Lauras forearm and collapsed onto her back, gasping and moaning, whimpering softly as Laura extricated her hand as carefully as possible. So intense was the emotional undercurrent of this moment that she didnt even want to wipe off her hand on the sheet. Instead, she licked Maviss cunt juices off slowly, deliberately, making sure Mavis saw her doing it.</P>
<P>Slowly Maviss face returned to normal. Her breathing did too. She watched intently as Laura licked her own fingers. Then she scowled satirically.</P>
<P>"You aint kissing me with that mouth until you Listerine it out," she said.</P>
<P>"What a thing to say," Laura winked. "I just made you come harder than you ever did in your life."</P>
<P>Mavis nodded in agreement. "I know. Now I know why Brenda kept wanting me to do it to her."</P>
<P>"I didnt hurt you, did I?"</P>
<P>Mavis giggled. "I was going so hard I thought I might break your fist off inside me. You didnt hurt me at all. But Im sorry about your neighbors. I . . . I just couldnt stop."</P>
<P>"I know."</P>
<P>"Youve done that before, havent you. I mean, with others?"</P>
<P>"One other." Laura was referring in her mind to Karen. She had also done it with Cecilia and Earlene, but it was too damaging to the image she wanted to present to Mavis to admit such extensive perversion.</P>
<P>"Did she come like me?"</P>
<P>"Not close," Laura shook her head.</P>
<P>Now a devilish spark came alive in Maviss knowing eyes. "Brenda used to come like that when I did her. Betcha if I do you, I can make you come that way."</P>
<P>Laura reached down and took Maviss hand, pulling it up to her lips, kissing it all over sensually. "Id love to see you try," she said softly, in her sultriest voice.</P>
<P>She stretched out on her back and let Mavis make love to her. Even though they had fucked heatedly both last time and this time, she still couldnt get over the fact that Mavis was only sixteen, and had learned how to do all this when she had to have been only fourteen, with her older sister. Because Mavis was no novice.</P>
<P>She knew how to make Lauras body respond. She also loved it and lingered over Lauras naked flesh, exploring Lauras body with a slow sensuality that was rare and exciting. By the time her mouth and her hands reached Lauras pussy, Laura was twisting and whimpering softly, undulating, anticipating a sharp and stirring orgasm. She began to moan as Mavis slipped two fingers up into her slippery warm channel.</P>
<P>"Ohhhhnnn . . . oh yes!" she panted. "Grab me those pillows, honey." She pointed to two extra pillows she always kept on the huge bed for just such moments as this. "I want to watch."</P>
<P>Mavis tossed her the pillows, grinning. "You want to see me put my arm up into your pretty pink pussy, dont you," she purred.</P>
<P>"Yes . . . god . . . oh yes! Unhhh!" she grunted softly as Mavis formed her hand into a wedge, pushing it into Laura's pussy harder.</P>
<P>The next minute or so for Laura was a sublime experience, both sexual and emotional. Mavis was unlike Karen or Earlene, who were both devotees of pain and the intensity it brought. She was more open and spontaneous like Cecilia, in this circumstance, but with a skill and history Cecilia didn't yet have when she and Laura had engaged in this practice. Mavis was slow, deliberate, and loving in the way she fucked Laura with her hand, pushing it in patiently, until suddenly it slid inside.</P>
<P>"Owwnnggg!" Laura groaned, wincing but at the same time feeling her body fill with wildly scintillating sexual excitement. </P>
<P>Mavis looked up at her. "Hurt?"</P>
<P>Laura shook her head rapidly. She couldn't take her eyes off Mavis's slim black arm protruding from her own pussy. Oh god, I love this girl! she thought.</P>
<P>The same shocking, overpowering intimacy she had felt with the others washed over her now, and she could see from the look on Mavis's face that she had felt it too. </P>
<P>Laura voice shook. "You better fuck me, honey, because I'm going to come anyway."</P>
<P>"I know," Mavis grinned.</P>
<P>Slowly, she began to rotate her hand inside Laura's cunt, folding in her fingers to make a fist. Then she pushed it in and out, sending Laura into a brief delirium of lust. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fell back into the pillows, thrusting with her hips, meeting Mavis's fist halfway. She heard a soft, demented, crazy moaning in the near distance and realized it was her own.</P>
<P>Time seemed to mean nothing. Everything was obliterated but this rhythmic, slow, very intense and yet tender fucking, with Mavis's fist sliding deep into Laura's cunt, then pulling back, then sliding in deep again. Laura had no idea how long it went on, but she realized through the warm cloud of very intense sensations that enveloped her that Mavis had done an extraordinary thing, something Laura herself had never thought of.</P>
<P>Mavis dropped her face to Laura's crotch, and then Laura could feel her tongue and her lips on her clit, teasing and sucking it, making Laura nearly die of pleasure. Fisting was such a potentially violent act, and yet this lovely young girl was kissing Laura's swollen clitoris in the middle of it, kissing and laving it tenderly with her tongue, until Laura came as a result. The tempo increased, and the clit-sucking increased, and Laura was suddenly crushed by a violent seizure of intense coming that almost made her pass out.</P>
<P>The orgasm was wrenching and long-lasting, and Laura was completely shattered by it. She took several minutes to revive, and then noticed that Mavis had not moved. Her fist was still planted inside Laura's throbbing pussy, and she was grinning happily, her mouth still inches from Laura's groin.</P>
<P>"Want another one?" she asked, devilishly.</P>
<P>"Oh god . . . I think I would die on the spot," Laura confessed.</P>
<P>She bit her lower lip as Mavis carefully extracted her hand. It was wet, as Laura's had been. </P>
<P>"You want me to wipe this on the sheet, or should I get a towel?" Mavis asked, ever practical.</P>
<P>"I want you to kiss me, you darling," Laura said, grabbing her other hand and pulled her down so that they were face to face. "I love you. I love what you just did to me."</P>
<P>Again the devilish smiled. "I kinda enjoyed it myself, if you want to know the truth."</P>
<P>Laura embraced her tightly and kissed her passionately. What started as a kiss of gratitude quickly turned into another searing preliminary to fucking, but this time, having fisted each other into fierce, wrenching climaxes, they were more inclined to coil together in a love rhythm. They caressed one another tenderly, undulating, tasting, probing, finally winding up in a very sensual sixty-nine. They prolonged it as long as they could, then surrendered to their needs and came again in hot, melting waves, groaning together and quivering in a long dying fall of spent passion.</P>
<P>In the middle of their sensual cuddling after this explosion, Mavis glanced at the bedside clock. "Oh shit, my Mamma gonna be home in five minutes," she said.</P>
<P>She was off the bed in an instant, gathering up her clothes and pulling them on. Laura dressed almost as fast.</P>
<P>"Don't worry. I'll get you there on time. It isn't far."</P>
<P>From a thrilling sexual woman, Mavis became a scared child, frightened of her mother's reaction, in a few seconds. "Come on, Laura, come on," she urged.</P>
<P>They dashed together downstairs to Laura's car. Laura dropped her off a half block from her house. "Call me, Mavis," she said as Mavis scooted out the car door.</P>
<P>"I will."</P>
<P>"I love you, Mavis."</P>
<P>Now Mavis flashed Laura one last devastating grin, filled with a resonating knowledge of all they had done together. "Me too you," she said softly, making the words with her incredibly sensual lips, as if she were in danger of being overheard, though there was no one in sight.</P>
<P>Laura watched her walk home, swinging her book bag at her side.</P>
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Keywords: M+F+F, cons, interr, anal
Part: Chapter 53
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 53
Laura could hardly believe the way she had come to feel about
Jonelle. She hadn't felt this way since she was a kid in school,
crazy for boys. She thought of Jonelle all the time. She wanted to
be with her, talk to her. The thought of Yvette imperilling her
relationship with Jonelle made her furious, though she understood
Yvette's point of view. She even got irritated with Jonelle's
little boy, Eric, for keeping Jonelle away from her, out of her
arms.
It's love, she told herself, resigning herself to the intense
feelings. Really love. I never felt it this hard. I never knew
I'd end up feeling it for a girl, a woman.
For her part, Jonelle was not so impetuous, but it was clear
she felt the same.
"I dreamed of you last night," she told Laura at lunch.
"Really?"
Jonelle nodded. "In fact, I dream of you every night. One
night I woke up and . . ." She leaned across the table, whispering
to Laura. "I was coming. I couldn't believe it."
They met only a intervals of several days or weeks at Laura's
apartment, whenever Jonelle could break free for a few minutes. It
was like Laura's occasional meetings with Yvette, and in fact she
worried that Yvette would want to drop over when she was already
expecting Jonelle, though she hadn't gone to bed with Yvette since
she and Jonelle had clearly fallen in love.
But what would she do if Yvette forced the issue? She
couldn't say she really didn't want to sleep with Yvette ever again.
She just crossed her fingers and hoped she would know how to deal
with it if it came up.
And then, as if her longing for Jonelle wasn't intense enough,
the company sent her on business to New York for a week.
"I can't even stand not seeing you for a day," she told
Jonelle.
"You act like you're the only one who'll be doing the
missing," Jonelle said.
They had a last, extremely passionate tryst in Laura's bed for
an hour after work on the day before Laura was to leave. Laura had
never pushed Jonelle further than five orgasms, not feeling any need
to set records, and delighted that Jonelle seemed so proud of having
five in a row now and then. Jonelle's orgasms were so deep and long
that Laura believed they probably were the equivalent of twenty of
her own.
But this night, through an excess of love or a desperate
premonition of separation, she fucked Jonelle hard, summoning eight
shattering orgasms from the girl's beautiful lean body. Afterward,
Jonelle was glowing and beaming, unable to believe it.
"Eight times," she said, eyes wide, kissing Laura. "Eight!"
"And I didn't know if I was going to get you back from that
last one," Laura said, having come eight or nine times herself.
"I didn't either," Jonelle said. "I never came that hard."
She kissed Laura with deep affection. "I don't want you to think I
love you only because you . . . fuck me like that." She winked.
"But it sure don't hurt."
"When I come back, you'll still want to see me?" Laura asked,
hating herself for her vulnerability.
Jonelle's eyes watered. "Guess you don't know how hard I am
to get rid of," she whispered. "Guess you don't know I'll be
counting every hour."
It was a wrenching moment when Laura got on the airplane,
leaving Jonelle behind her. Even though she knew they would meet
again in a week, she felt empty and desolate with loss and longing.
In New York, she had to attend a fashion show her company was
sponsoring, and there she was immediately struck by the stunning
beauty of one of the models, a tall, black, astonishingly beautiful
girl named Cassandra Perkins.
In a way she was reminded of her first sight of Sandra
Robinson, 'Angelique'. But while Sandra had average good looks,
Cassandra was shockingly gorgeous, a supermodel, truly one in a
million, and Laura, though still throbbing with love for Jonelle,
couldn't help being wildly attracted to her. She looked a little
like Naomi Campbell and was built in the currently fashionable way
for models, very tall and lean, with perfect bones, of course, and
with larger breasts that models in the past.
A few times when she came down the runway wearing stylish,
revealing clothes, showing cleavage, or a large expanse of
incredible glossy thigh, Laura would feel a hot, excited pulse beat
deep in her throat. She would squirm in her seat, feeling prickles
deep inside her pussy too, a feeling she understood completely. And
when Cassandra noticed her looking, she shot back hard, dark,
electrifying glances to Laura, as if she understood perfectly the
way Laura was feeling.
After the show they were of course introduced, since Laura was
representing the sponsor. Cassandra flirted openly, and yet she was
on the arm of a very handsome rock star, who flirted just as
shamelessly with Laura.
"Are you a model?" Cassandra asked her.
"Oh no," Laura laughed. "Not tall enough."
"But you've got the bones for it," Cassandra said, touching
Laura's face with her long, sinuous fingers, caressing Laura's
cheekbones and jaw, then dropping one finger to her throat. "You're
gorgeous. You could be one. You ought to consider it, while you
still have a few years left."
"Oh," Laura said, disarmed. "And then what would I do? I'd
be out of work."
"Nonsense. You should come over to our place and let Johnny
photograph you. We could make you a star."
Laura smiled. Cassandra was enchanting. It didn't matter
what she said. Later, when things were breaking up, she caught
Laura by the door. The rock star was gone. Cassandra's eyes were
murky.
"Are you going anywhere?"
"Just back to the hotel," Laura said.
"I'm staying in some fabulous digs at the Dakota. Why don't
you come over for a visit? They belong to a movie star, but he's in
Australia. He loaned me his place." She leaned close. "Johnny
won't be there. I was lying."
Laura felt her whole body vibrate with excitement. How could
she refuse? "Okay," she said softly. "Just a short visit."
They took a cab to the Dakota. The apartment was huge,
amazing, clearly owned by a very rich person. Cassandra said she
was going to pop into something comfortable.
She returned wearing an expensive, very abbreviated lounging
outfit that revealed a lot of her exquisitely beautiful body.
"I like the way you look at me," she said, disarmingly.
"That's why I wore this."
"Everybody looks at you like that," Laura said.
"I know. But I don't like everybody to do it. I like it when
you do it, though. Have you ever slept with a woman?"
Laura blushed. She had never expected such a question. She
looked down.
"Why do you ask?" she said softly.
Cassandra came closer to her. "If you haven't, I want to be
the first," she murmured.
"Have you?" Laura asked coyly.
Cassandra smiled, a soft, winning, friendly smile. But she
didn't answer. Instead, she went to the bar.
"Name your poison."
"I don't like to drink in the middle of the day."
Again Cassandra walked over to her, very close. Her eyes
burned with undisguised sex this time. Laura could feel her
temperature rise just from gazing into them.
"What do you like to do?" she asked.
Cassandra's full, sensual mouth was inches away. Laura was
almost afraid to kiss her, afraid that if they as much as touched
they might tear each other apart. The sexual tension in the room
was palpable. Each girl now knew that the other had some experience
of this. Neither was reluctant, or naive.
"This," Laura breathed as her lips met Cassandra's.
And she turned out to be right. It wasn't a soft, tender
kiss. In only seconds they were devouring each other.
Cassandra's lips were like flames on Laura's. Her fingers bit
into Laura's flesh through her clothes, and she drank Laura's mouth,
raping it with her tongue. But Laura was just as eager, running her
fingers all over Cassandra's skin and face and biting her tongue,
dropping her hands to Cassandra's ass, groping for the firm hard
moons through the folds of fabric, digging her fingers into each
bulging globe.
"I wanted to do this when I saw you sitting by the runway,"
Cassandra murmured against Laura's teeth. "I've never felt so
attracted to anyone."
"Really?"
"Yes. Don't you want me?"
"More than anything," Laura said, kissing her again, a rough,
demanding kiss.
Cassandra was panting and her eyes smoking when their mouths
parted. She reached behind her neck and unfastened two or three
buttons. The lounging garment simply dissolved around her limbs and
fell at her ankles. But she still wore a very brief, champagne-
colored bra, and bikini panties of the same hue.
From experience, a quick glance told Laura that the bra opened
in front, between the cups. Staring straight into Cassandra's murky
eyes, she reached out and undid the clasp. The bra cups fell away
from Cassandra's small, perfectly round breasts. Her nipples were
thick and black, gleaming. She cupped both breasts in her hands and
grinned invitingly at Laura.
Laura bent her head, opened her mouth, and took one of
Cassandra's nipples between her lips, sucking it in slowly. She
didn't stop with the large nipple but sucked half of Cassandra's
small breast into her mouth too.
"Oh!" Cassandra gasped, watching a large chunk of her breast
disappear into Laura's mouth. "God, yes, do it."
Laura let the wet breast and nipple slowly slide back out of
her mouth, catching the shiny black bulb of Cassandra's nipple
between her teeth and biting down slightly on it as it escaped.
Cassandra trembled, moaning softly.
"Ohhhh!"
"You like that," Laura whispered.
"Yes!"
Laura did the same thing with Cassandra's other breast, though
this time she held it with the fingers of both hands, guiding it
into her mouth, sucking it even harder, then letting it escape
slowly, gently clamping the delectable big wet nipple with her teeth
as it slid past. She cupped both wet breasts in her hands and
kissed Cassandra's mouth heatedly.
"God . . . I want you to fuck me," Cassandra whispered, her
eyes throbbing with need.
Laura was wearing a business suit, but between the two of them
they had it off in thirty seconds. Cassandra kissed Laura's back
and shoulders as she unclasped Laura's bra. Laura turned, and their
nipples brushed before they embraced and kissed heatedly again.
"Come in here to this great bedroom," Cassandra said, leading
Laura quickly down the hall to an enormous bedroom with a huge round
waterbed in the center, covering with expensive fur blankets.
She pulled Laura down onto the bed and had her mouth on
Laura's breasts before Laura knew what was happening. She sucked
Laura's nipples thirstily, doing the same thing Laura had done with
her teeth. She looked up at Laura from under her long eyelashes as
she held one of Laura's wet, aching nipples between her teeth,
teasing Laura, tantalizing her, watching Laura's face. Laura knew
they were in for some very raw sex together.
She pushed Cassandra onto her back on the waterbed and slid
down her body, tugging the girl's bikini panties off and slipping
between her long, silky, very shapely thighs.
"Mmmmm, I know you've got something in here I want," she
murmured, kissing Cassandra's lovely sleek thighs, bringing her lips
closer and closer to the girl's oozing, blossoming pussy.
When her lips finally found it, Cassandra's long lovely body
stiffened, then shuddered with wild excitement.
"Ohhh! Ohhnnnnn god, yessss!" she sighed, moving her hips
slowly in rhythm with Laura's tongue as it slid in and out of her
long wet pussy.
Laura tongued and sucked Cassandra's beautiful pussy until the
girl was delirious, straining and wriggling, her fingers biting into
Laura's scalp as she pushed her cunt up into Laura's mouth.
"Oh god . . . I'm going to come," she panted. "I want you to
fuck me with your pussy. Fuck me with your pussy. I want to feel
it against mine. Quick! Oh god, quick!"
Laura knew this kind of desperation. She had felt it herself,
and even felt a touch of it now, a hot, urgent hunger for this
beautiful naked girl. Quickly they both maneuvered their legs and
groins together, both gasping as they felt their hot wet pussies
kiss and mash together.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" Laura gasped, weak with lust.
She held one of Cassandra's long, shapely legs and kissed the
girl's ankle and calf as they began slowly to grind their flowing
hot pussies together. But they didn't do it slowly for long. The
sensations brought on by their pussies grinding together drove them
both crazy with lust. They began pumping aggressively, jamming
their groins together, quivering, moaning almost hysterically as
both were inundated in only a few seconds by the powerful jolts of a
shared orgasm.
"Ohhnngg! Unnmggnnneeee!" Cassandra cried out, her lovely
lean body surging and writhing as the spasms wrenched her.
"Oh Jesus . . . ! Oh! Oh! Auunggh! Yes! Oh . . .
aunnggh!" Laura groaned, wracked by a fierce jolt of ecstacy,
feeling her wet, throbbing pussy totally melded to Cassandra's as
they came together.
It was one of the most violent orgasms Laura had had in a long
time. It took nearly a minute for her and Cassandra to regain their
breath, and untangle their bodies. But from the way their blazing
eyes locked as they embraced and kissed, Laura knew that even this
shattering orgasm had only been a foretaste of what they would do
together.
"You really like to fuck, don't you," Laura murmured against
Cassandra's lips.
"I like it with you," Cassandra breathed back. "You're good.
You've done this before."
"So have you."
"Mmmmm, but not with anyone as good as you."
Cassandra was an aggressive, insatiable lover. She had Laura
on her back quickly and was all over her, then between her thighs,
her mouth on Laura's pussy, tongue-fucking it and sucking it in a
harsh, passionate way that drove Laura wild. It reminded her of the
way Yvette sometimes ate her pussy: a white-hot, blazing hunger,
really a mouth-rape, which usually made Laura come hard in under a
minute.
And this time was no different. Her body quickly went out of
control, squirming and writhing, her hands flying to her breasts and
squeezing them, her fingers pinching her nipples fiercely.
"Oh . . . oh god oh Cassan---" she gasped, her frantic words
interrupted by a shocking uprush of coming. "Auungghiieee! Oh! Oh
yes please oh god yes! Auungghhh!"
With Cassandra's mouth glued to her pussy, she came and came,
almost choking as the spasms wracked her undulating body. Finally,
exhausted, she collapsed. Cassandra slid up face to face, smiling,
obviously very aroused by what she had just done to Laura.
"Laura . . . you're so beautiful," she murmured as they kissed
and coiled together.
Without speaking, Laura dropped her lips to Cassandra's lovely
hard breasts again and began to tease them as she had earlier. This
time, as she let one of Cassandra's large black wet nipples slide
back out of her mouth, catching it gently with her teeth, as
Cassandra watched, Laura sank her teeth deeper into the soft bulb.
"Angghh!" Cassandra gasped. "Oh god . . . are you going to
bite me? Are you going to hurt me?"
Her words aroused Laura wildly, reminding her as they did of
Karen. The girl was dying for it and terrified of it at the same
time. She wanted Laura to bite her. Laura dropped her hand to
Cassandra's crotch and found the girl's flooding open pussy with her
fingers. Oh, are you going to come hard and quick, she thought as
she gently massaged Cassandra's oily cuntlips and swollen clit.
"Oh! Oh!" Cassandra panted, quivering helplessly, looking
down at her thick, bulbous nipple between Laura's teeth.
Laura sucked the stiffening nipple back deep into her mouth,
then let it slip out slowly again. This time she sank her teeth
into Cassandra's nipple while scissoring the girl's clit between two
fingers at the same time, yanking hard, biting hard.
"Unnggg! Anngghh! Oh! Auungghmmnniieeee!" Cassandra cried
out, her lovely long body rising up off the mattress as a horrific
orgasm raked her.
Squealing and whimpering, she came in torrents, arching her
back, thrusting her pelvis into Laura's hand as Laura sucked and bit
her other nipple too, bringing on a second, explosive orgasm.
Finally, her hysterical cries subsided and her body relaxed. Laura
kissed her nipples softly, almost apologetically.
"I'm sorry. Do they hurt?" she asked.
Cassandra's eyes were still glazed from the force of the two
climaxes. "You can make them hurt like that whenever you want to,"
Cassandra said, still hoarse and half-breathless. "I knew from your
eyes that you knew how to fuck. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Did you like it?" Laura teased, knowing the answer.
"I never came that hard before."
"I can make you come that hard again."
Almost immediately they began fucking again, unable to get
enough of each other, this time doing a sixty-nine and bringing one
another along slowly. But they were so absorbed that they didn't
realize another person was in the room until he spoke.
"Cass, it's getting so I can't even leave you alone for a
minute without you dragging some beautiful lesbian up here to
screw," he said, half-drawling with amusement as he watched the two
gorgeous, naked girls untangle their bodies and look across the room
at him.
It was the guy on whose arm Cassandra had earlier been hanging
at the fashion show, the one Laura assumed was Johnny, who Cassandra
had said could photograph her. He was a handsome, square-jawed,
cocky young man with a shock of red-gold hair, wearing a flannel
shirt unbuttoned down his chest, a sexy smirk on his face.
"This is Johnny," Cassandra said solemnly. "He gets jealous."
Laura smiled calmly. She could see that no one was going to
go running off in a fit of rage or shame. Things were getting
interesting. She hadn't had any group sex, especially with two such
attractive people, for a long time, in fact since Karen and Rick.
"Not of me, I hope," she said calmly, looking up at Johnny
from beneath her long eyelashes.
Johnny walked over to the bed. "Maybe you could both make it
up to me," he said, now grinning more broadly as he realized what
was happening.
"Maybe we could," Cassandra said in her deepest, smokiest
voice.
And suddenly Laura began to suspect that the girl had planned
it all. She had given herself and Laura enough time to indulge in
some heated, voracious sex, knowing that Johnny would arrive at a
certain time with an appetite for some himself. She had gambled
that Laura would not object. And Laura didn't.
"What do you think, Laura? Do you think we should invite him
to join us?"
Laura settled back into the cushions and expensive fur
blankets, stretching out her long, spectacular legs. She knew she
had a body and face men and women would die for, and she let Johnny,
and Cassandra, examine every inch of it. She ran one long finger
provocatively up and down the moist edge of her beautiful, gaping
pussy, watching their eyes.
"I'd hate to just send him away," she murmured.
Johnny began unzipping his pants, and Cassandra helped him out
of the rest of his clothes, so that he was naked in only a few
seconds. And Laura's eyes fell immediately to his stiff cock, which
was not as big as Rob's though still plenty big. But most of all,
it was beautifully shaped, the most perfectly proportioned cock she
had ever seen.
"Johnny has a pretty one, doesn't he," Cassandra said, quickly
curling her tongue around it and licking him with practiced sexual
skill.
"Pull him down here so we can share it," Laura said, and the
two girls pulled Johnny down onto the bed with them.
They held his tall, thick, rigid cock in their fingers and
took turns licking and sucking it until Johnny was aroused to a
frantic pitch.
"Oh god . . . don't go any farther, don't touch it!" he
suddenly said, pulling away from them. Then he chuckled. "Don't
want it to go off too soon, do you?"
"Johnny's easily aroused," Cassandra explained, sarcastically.
"Especially by new beautiful girls."
Laura deliberately tantalized him, dangling her delectable
young breasts in his face, pushing her nipples against his lips,
then moaning when he quickly, passionately sucked them.
"Oh shoot, I bet you want to fuck her since you've already
fucked me and she's so beautiful," Cassandra said, pouting
playfully.
"You did it with her," Johnny said.
"Mmmmm, you bet I did, and she's good," Cassandra purred.
They pulled Laura down between them, caressing and kissing
her, more aggressively by the second. Laura was twisting and
panting in only a short time, frantically aroused by Johnny's rough
sucking of her nipples and Cassandra's mouth again on her pussy.
She knew she had surrendered to them completely, and they knew
it, but she had no idea how far it would go until she felt Johnny
behind her, probing the crack of her ass with his fingers.
"Ohhhh . . . let's both fuck her at the same time," Cassandra
said, and Laura grimaced with intense pleasure as she felt Johnny's
finger invade her asshole while Cassandra's tongue was tickling her
clit.
Both at once, she thought. God, I really need a hot, hard
screwing, and they want to give it to me.
"Wouldn't you like that, Laura?" Cassandra asked. "For us
both to fuck you? Wouldn't you like it?"
"Oh! Unhh! Yes!" Laura panted. "Yes . . . please."
"Hear that, Johnny? Get the tube."
Johnny groped in a cabinet nearby for a tube of K-Y jelly and
quickly had his cock greased and Laura's asshole primed.
"Ohunngghh oh god . . . oh shit!" Laura groaned as she felt
his large cock penetrating her ass.
For a second she thought she would black out from the pain.
And yet Rob's cock was bigger than his, bigger than anybody's, and
she had taken it. But Johnny's was an ass-splitter, and she winced
with pain as it slid deeply up into her. Tears came to her eyes.
But Cassandra kissed her and sucked her breasts and slid down
to begin eating her pussy just as Johnny began to move the giant,
greased pole of his prick in and out of her ass. As soon as she
felt him fucking her, tears poured down her cheeks, but the intense
pain quickly gave way to a familiar hot pulsing pleasure that seemed
to increase by the second, as they both picked up the tempo.
God, I must not be a lesbian, she thought, or not only one.
Because I sure go wild when this happens to me.
Cassandra slid back up to Laura's face, still fucking Laura's
pussy with her hand, but kissing away the tears from Laura's cheeks,
and squeezing Laura's breasts with her free hand.
"It's good, isn't it," she panted. "He's done it to me, and I
know how it feels. Johnny can really fuck you in the ass, he knows
how, he can make you want to die, he can make you come like a
ammunition dump going up."
"Oh! Oh! Ungghh!" Laura whimpered as the huge shaft of his
cock plunged up into her ass, making her whole body quiver and
throb.
She knew she was close to coming, and he was too, and that the
next couple of minutes would involve some pretty savage fucking.
And now Cassandra began squeezing her breasts harder and pinching
her nipples, murmuring heatedly.
"You didn't think I'd let you bite my nipples without biting
yours in return, did you?" she said, dropping her mouth to them.
At the same time she continued raping Laura's pussy with her
hand, more roughly each moment. Laura was pinned between them,
groaning as each jabbing thrust sent Johnny's huge cock deep into
her ass, then quivering and whimpering as Cassandra's fingers probed
her pussy, and mashed her clit, and Cassandra's lips and teeth tore
at her nipples.
"Aoownnngg! Unghh! Unh! Unh! Owwngghchh! Oh shit!
Unggh!" Laura groaned as the tempo accelerated, and both of them
began fucking and raping her more brutally.
"Ohhhh . . . she's going to come, Johnny," Cassandra panted,
squeezing Laura's breasts mercilessly, then sinking her teeth into
one of Laura's swollen, protruding nipples.
"Aiieeee!" Laura cried out in pain. "Oh! Ungghhoowwnngg!"
Johnny was raping her ass murderously now, jabbing his huge
cock deep into her. It felt like a baseball bat, now hard as an
iron pipe as he grunted and swore, approaching a climax. Her body
throbbed with pain, and yet she could feel the approach herself of a
horrific orgasm. Cassandra's hand clawed at her flaming pussy, and
Johnny's ramrod cock pierced deep into her ass, and she erupted in
an excruciating orgasm at nearly the same second that she felt the
jism leap out of his prick into her.
"Auungghh! Aungghh!" he groaned, spurting into her, jabbing
it deeper, deeper.
But Laura was beyond crying out. A shattering climax hit her
like a locomotive, knocking the breath completely out of her as
piercing arrows of pleasure shot through her shuddering body. It
was a fierce seizure of coming, like few she had experienced,
clamped between these two people who were fucking her violently.
She came and came and then caught her breath and moaned in a deep
fit of ecstacy for about thirty seconds before the intensity began
to wane.
"Ohhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, still quivering from
after shocks, feeling Johnny's large stiff prick slide back out of
her asshole, feeling Cassandra's hand release her pussy.
Cassandra was kissing her feverishly, murmuring softly. "Oh
baby, oh baby, you came so hard, so hard, so long," she whispered,
as Laura gradually regained her senses.
Her eyes focused out of the blur, and the wild, frenetic
throbbing of her body seemed to dissipate. Cassandra was kissing
Laura's poor, flaming nipples, which she had moments ago been
ravaging with her mouth. Laura winced, looking down.
"You two certainly know how to make a girl feel welcome in
your home," she said.
"Oh honey," Cassandra said, now rubbing her own naked breasts
against Laura's wounded ones, clearly aroused from what she had just
taken part in. "You haven't been fucked like that in years, admit
it. If ever. I'm so envious. It looked like you almost died of
coming."
"Too bad he can't do the same to you," Laura smiled.
"Are you kidding? Johnny makes a quick recovery, don't you
Johnny? At least the first time."
Johnny grinned and nodded. They looked down at his mammoth
cock, which was already swelling again as he listened to them.
"You and Johnny get to do me next, the same way," Cassandra
said.
Even though she felt like she'd been run over by a truck and
raped by a squad of especially brutal marines, Laura could feel
herself perk up at the idea of this. After a few more minutes rest,
she and Johnny had the beautiful tall black girl between them on the
waterbed, and Cassandra was going wild with lust, even wilder than
she had when Laura had fucked her earlier.
Cassandra came easily, and Laura quickly brought her to a
climax by eating her pussy, before Johnny had finished regreasing
his cock. Then she got to watch the breath-taking sight of him
sliding it into Cassandra's lovely, upraised ass.
The sight was heart-stopping, thrilling. The girl was very
beautiful, and her body was very beautiful. She had a small,
compact, beautifully-shaped ass that reminded Laura of Yvette's or
Jonelle's, and seeing Johnny's huge greased piston of a cock slide
deep into it, watching the grimace of pain spread over Cassandra's
lovely face, followed by the ineffable expression of being stuffed
and crammed full of him, excited Laura in ways she had never
expected.
Next she watched Johnny fuck her in the most brutal way
possible, reaming her ass violently with his huge stiff cock, until
tears were streaming down Cassandra's face, and she was yelping and
whimpering with each vicious lunge. And yet there was a touch of
Karen in Cassandra, who seemed to thrive on the pain and become even
more aroused by it somehow.
In the middle of this assault, she winced and implored Laura,
her eyes streaked with red, glazed with pain.
"Oh ungghh! Oh Laura . . . I want ownnggghh! Oh! I want you
too, Laura, please . . . to auuggnh! Oh god . . . to fuck me, you
too . . . Laura owwngghhcchhh!"
Johnny rolled her onto her side to present the front of her
body to Laura, who began kissing her and sucking her nipples,
quickly bringing Cassandra to a new fevered pitch of excitement.
She groaned and yelped as Johnny's enormous stiff cock continued
stabbing her, but her body was alive with quivering, straining,
wanton sexual excitement, her hot, feverish whimpering accelerating
as the tempo of fucking increased crazily.
She was getting an even more brutal fuck-mauling than Laura
had received, since Johnny had already come and his climax was
harder and longer to achieve the second time. But she seemed to
love it, moaning and sobbing and begging Laura to fuck her as hard
as Johnny was doing.
And Laura had no trouble complying. This was the most
exciting sexual event she had been part of since her last session of
maniacal perversion with Karen, and Cassandra's beautiful face and
body aroused her wildly anyway. She threw herself into it, sucking
and squeezing the girl's hard little breasts violently, then
slipping down to her crotch and hungrily eating her pussy.
"Unhg! Ungh! Ungh! Owwnnggh! Auunngg! Ohnng! Unghh!"
Cassandra grunted as Johnny's cock ripped into her ass again and
again.
Laura fastened her lips on the girl's swollen clit, sucking
her hard as Johnny seemed on the verge of coming, fucking Cassandra
more violently than ever. Cassandra writhed and moaned deliriously,
then stiffened, shuddered, and came explosively, screaming with
ecstacy, her body convulsed in terrible spasms. Her orgasm seemed
to bring on Johnny's, who spurted into her ass, groaning and still
reaming her as the jism leapt out of his prick.
It was all wildly violent and loud and explosive, then over in
seconds. Cassandra collapsed like a rag doll as Johnny pulled his
dying cock out of her rectum. Laura pulled away to give them room.
Her own lust had been reawakened by the experience, but for the
moment no one seemed interested in her.
Then, later, she and Cassandra fucked a couple of more times,
while Johnny watched, a curiously erotic experience for Laura, who
had rarely been observed. She found that it made things even more
exciting. She and Cassandra both climaxed several more times this
way before calling it a night. They took her back to her hotel in a
limousine and made her promise to call for another night like this,
whenever she got back to New York.
"Laura," Cassandra said solemnly to her, kissing Laura
passionately in the back seat of the limousine. "I've fucked some
hot chicks, I even fucked Whitney before she got married, but I
never came close to anyone as hot as you."
"Whitney?" Laura said, astonished. "Whitney Houston?"
Cassandra winked. "Why, you want me to fix you up with her?"
"You mean those rumors about her are true?"
"Girl, that little rich girl likes to do it. But you're too
late. She gave up girls when they started saying all that shit
about her."
Laura gave Cassandra a mock pout. "Oh, too bad."
"It's been hot," Cassandra said, with another kiss. "Don't
forget me. Or Johnny."
"How could I?" Laura said, slipping out of the limousine and
trying to walk into her hotel without letting everyone know what
Johnny had been doing to her.
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Keywords: FFF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 35
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
This time Laura needed a lengthy physical recovery from her
session with Karen and the two guys. How do I get myself into these
things? she wondered. It took a week for the soreness in her pussy
and her breasts to recede. She met Karen once for lunch and Karen
confessed that she too was still feeling the aftershocks.
Then there was the Yvette problem, and the Chanitra problem.
Chanitra simply wanted to fuck all the time. And Laura didn't want
to refuse. She knew Chanitra wouldn't be hers forever, and the
girl's body was shockingly beautiful. Just touching her perfect
round ass could nearly make Laura's heart stop. And Chanitra was
eager to give Laura the ten orgasms she had promised.
Yvette, of course, was true to her word. When their paths
crossed at work, Yvette acted as if Laura were not even there.
Aloof and cold, she passed by as if Laura were a post. But not
Laura. All the things that had drawn her to the tall, beautiful
black girl were still true, and they pinched Laura's heart.
After the crippling session with Karen, Rick and Jamie, she
went without any sex for a week, then succumbed to Chanitra's
pleadings and spent an afternoon of intense and exhausting sexual
delight in bed with the teenager. True to her word, Chanitra gave
Laura ten increasingly powerful orgasms in a row before submitting
to Laura's caresses herself.
Laura still felt guilty, and wondered if the guilt made the
fucking even keener, but there was no way she could refuse Chanitra.
Their sex was exuberant and wholesome and spontaneous, as well as
thrillingly intense. At the end of it, she felt drained and totally
satisfied, coiling together with Chanitra in an exhausted sleep of
dreamy contentment.
But another part of her felt very bad for twisting the
beautiful young girl's sexual instincts at such an early age.
Selfishly, she wanted to fuck Chanitra as much as possible before
the inevitable parting came. On the other hand, she wanted to push
Chanitra away, for the girl's own good.
And so, when she got a call from Sandra Robinson inviting her
to L.A. for the weekend, she was quick to accept.
Sandra met her at the airport, and Laura actually got
butterflies in her stomach when she saw the gorgeous model. God,
did we actually spend the night together? she asked herself. This
incredible creature, in my arms?
Yes! she answered herself. I did! I slept with her! And she
loved it enough to invite me here for more.
Sandra seemed equally excited. She couldn't take her eyes off
Laura. They wanted to kiss each other so much that they could
hardly stand it. But they didn't dare touch one another in public.
"God, I forgot how beautiful you are," Sandra said, when they
got to her car.
"Me," Laura scoffed. "My heart stopped when I saw you. This
girl? I thought. This incredibly beautiful girl?"
They got in the car. Sandra leaned over, looking around.
They were still in the darkened parking garage.
"I want to kiss you," she whispered. "I want to eat you
alive, really."
"Quick," Laura said.
Their mouths came together, groping, kissing, sucking,
devouring. Their hands began to clutch each other. Then they both
pulled back at once, panting uncontrollably.
Sandra's eyes were glazed, throbbing. "God, it's only been a
few weeks. It feels like an eternity."
"Hurry," Laura breathed softly. "I want you."
Sandra started the car, a small sports car, and drove them
through the freeways, up into the hills.
"I forgot to mention," she said coyly. "I arranged a sort of
surprise for you."
"A surprise?"
"For one thing, I know this person who has this great house in
the hills, with a swimming pool. He's gone for the weekend and let
me have it."
"Wow."
"And the other part of the surprise you have to wait for,
until we get there."
"More?"
Sandra smirked mischievously. Laura could hardly believe the
house they finally arrived at. Her tight little pussy must make
this guy's prick hum, Laura thought, as she took in the fantastic
house and grounds.
They went inside, and Laura quickly understood what the
second surprise was. There was another stunning girl by the pool.
She was also black and wore a bikini that showed off her spectacular
body, especially her large, round breasts, barely contained by the
flimsy cloth.
"Remember that girl Shawn I told you about," Sandra said,
smiling. "Shawn, this is Laura. I told Shawn about you too," she
giggled.
They shook hands and smiled. "The one they wanted you to do
the video with?" Laura said. "I remember. She's just as beautiful
as you said."
Sandra grinned. If she were not black, she would have
blushed. "We did the video," she whispered, half-guiltily.
Shawn smiled more broadly. "It sort of . . . well, you know,
ended up the way you might expect," she said in a husky, alluring
voice.
Now Laura blushed.
"I'm sorry I forgot to tell you to bring your swim suit,"
Sandra said. "C'mon, I've got one you can borrow."
"You'd better give her one of mine," Shawn said. She pointed
at Laura's breasts. "She's got a little more than you do up there."
Sandra laughed and took Laura back into the house. They found
Shawn's suitcase, and Laura had two bikinis to choose from, while
Sandra disappeared into another room to change herself.
Her stomach fluttering with sexual excitement, Laura chose a
string bikini that barely existed. It was black, with a patch that
just covered her glistening blonde thatch hair, and two tiny
triangles to shield her nipples. Gosh, I don't know how Shawn even
gets into this one, she thought as she gazed at herself in the
mirror. But Laura had the body for it. As she posed, she knew the
effect she would have on others . . . and on these two girls, who
had obviously invited her for a party.
She rejoined them at the poolside. Sandra was wearing an
orange bikini that was only slightly less abbreviated than the one
Laura had chosen. Laura gazed at her body, feeling the hot,
prickly, wet sensations begin inside her pussy. But her stare was
quickly returned by the other two girls, who almost ate her alive
with their eyes.
Shawn came over to her, her firm dark breasts jiggling under
her own tiny hot pink halter as she walked. She looked down at
Laura's breasts, which were almost completely naked, except for the
tiny patch of cloth over her large nipples.
"Laura," she said softly, her eyes smoking. "I'm giving you
that bikini right now. I could never look as good as you do in it."
Laura giggled nervously. "Think so?" She pirouetted.
Sandra came up to them. "Good enough to eat?" she asked
softly.
Shawn only smiled suggestively.
All three girls were nervous. They knew what they were going
to do, but how to begin was unknown territory. Only Sandra had
slept with both of the others, so she seemed to feel it was up to
her.
"Should we have a swim?" she asked brightly. "Or . . ."
She gave Laura a sultry glance, from under her lowered
eyelids. Laura's eyes smoldered back. With Shawn as a spectator,
Laura and Sandra drew closer together.
"God, baby, that little kiss at the airport wasn't near
enough," Sandra whispered.
"I know," Laura breathed.
Their mouths came slowly together. They kissed without
anything but their lips touching for almost a minute. Then each
girl held the other's face as their kiss grew more searching and
insistent. Finally, they embraced, and by this time the kiss was
scorching them both. Their hands lovingly explored each other's
bare skin as their tongues coiled and writhed.
Laura's fingers easily found the tie-string to Sandra's bikini
top and slipped it loose. The thin patches fell away from Sandra's
small, beautiful breasts, and Laura scooped them up in her hands.
She teased Sandra's black nipples with her tongue, then sucked one
deep into her mouth.
Sandra's breasts were small enough so that Laura could get
almost the whole thing into her mouth if she wanted to, and she
wanted to.
"Ohhnnnn!" Sandra moaned loudly. She held Laura's head,
looking down at Laura sucking. "God, baby, let me sit down before I
fall down," she panted.
She lay back on a chaise longue, and Laura devoured her naked
breasts, sucking both plump nipples until they were stiff and shiny
with her saliva. Then she slowly began her descent, knowing Shawn's
eyes were on them both, feeling aroused even more by it. She kissed
Sandra's silky, long stomach, untying the thin strings that kept her
tiny crotch piece in place, pulling it away, then settling between
the tall girl's long, yawning thighs.
Unwilling to be rushed, even though they both were frantic
with lust for each other, she carefully pulled apart the black
petals of Sandra's long, beautiful cunt and slithered her tongue
into it.
"Unh . . . unh!" Sandra panted, squirming excitedly.
She was the first girl Laura had ever fucked who aggressively
squeezed and twisted her own breasts and nipples while Laura was
eating her pussy, and now she moaned and assaulted them with her
hands, beginning to churn her hips urgently as Laura's tongue
stroked her clit for the first time.
"Oh yes! Ahhhhh . . . oh yes!" she gasped. "Oh yes yes! God
. . . Laura, ungghhhh!"
Laura slid both hands under the girl's churning buns,
squeezing Sandra's ass and tongue-mauling her clit even more
rapidly, knowing Sandra was seconds away from bursting. Then it
came, without warning, and Sandra's flipping, surging body nearly
fell off the chaise.
"Aunnnggghh!" she cried out, her face torn with ecstacy.
"Unggmmnhhgiieee! Oh! Oh! Auungghhh!"
She came and came, then fell back gasping, her eyes glassy and
dazed, looking up at Shawn, and down between her legs at Laura.
"Come on, let's go inside," Shawn said softly, taking Sandra's
hand and, with Laura, pulling the naked girl to her feet. "I want
some of this, and I don't want the neighbors looking over the fence
at us."
"I . . . I'm sorry, did I make too much noise?" Sandra asked.
Laura grinned and caressed her naked ass as the three of them
entered through the french windows and closed and locked them.
"Your pussy sure sang to my tongue," she said.
Sandra smiled and led them down a long hallway to the master
bedroom, a huge, luxurious place with a sunken sauna and a huge bed,
big enough for six, let alone three. Again the butterflies started
up in Laura's stomach. She realized that the weekend was going to
be an orgy of astonishing proportions.
And it had already started. Both Shawn and Sandra drew her
over to the bed, and she realized that she had temporarily derailed
their plans by making love to Sandra at the side of the pool. They
had planned to fuck her together, and they were going to do it now,
without interruption. The only thing Laura could do was give in.
And she gave in gladly. They were kissing her eagerly, first
Sandra, then Shawn, a first kiss, a searching, passionate, demanding
kiss. They both pulled Laura down on the huge bed, and Sandra
untied the strings of Laura's bikini bottom, while Shawn simply
slipped the tiny patches covering Laura's nipples up and filled her
hands with Laura's firm, naked breasts.
She began kissing Laura again, her beautiful face filled with
desire and sexual excitement. "I've only done this with Sandra,"
she murmured. "But I've been waiting to do it with you."
"Oh Shawn."
"You're so beautiful. Your breasts are so beautiful."
"Please."
Laura had not done it with two other girls since she went to
bed with Karen and Rina, long long ago. She had no choice but to
surrender every inch of her naked body to them, and they worshiped
it like loving slaves, kissing every inch of her flesh until Laura
was trembling with need.
Shawn's mouth was all over Laura's breasts, and Sandra's was
between her thighs, on her cunt, on her clit, driving her crazy with
pleasure. The two black girls swarmed all over Laura, not fucking
her so much as consuming her, drinking her writhing body, bringing
her in only a few minutes to the brink of a fierce orgasm.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" she gasped, writhing and twisting under
their demanding, insistent caresses, her body singing with ecstacy
as they brought her closer . . . closer. "Ungghh! Oh!"
"Oh baby, come . . . come," Shawn murmured to her, sucking her
nipples and squeezing her breasts sharply as Sandra's lips enclosed
her clit and sent her over the edge.
A white-hot, blinding flash of coming engulfed Laura, seizing
and throttling her quivering body with rapturous spasm after spasm.
Shawn and Sandra held her tight, and Sandra, who knew Laura's body,
kept toying with Laura's clit until she came abruptly a second time,
whinnying uncontrollably as another lightning bolt of ecstacy ripped
through her.
She lay between them, panting and sighing from the force of
her two orgasms, exulting in the tenderness of their continuing
caresses. Each girl kissed her and stroked her, and she realized
from Shawn's glassy eyes and tense hands that Shawn was in great
need too.
"Oh Shawn," she murmured, rolling the girl onto her back,
embracing and kissing her along with Sandra. "Oh . . . you're so
beautiful."
And it was true. Shawn was totally gorgeous. She had large,
scrumptious, beautifully-shaped breasts with big, bulging nipples
like Laura loved to suck, nipples like Karen's, huge and soft and
pliant in her mouth, very sensitive. She and Sandra did to Shawn
what Shawn and Sandra had done to Laura.
Laura held both of Shawn's naked breasts in her hands and
sucked and tongued the girl's huge nipples until they were stiff and
wet and pointed, and Shawn was squirming and moaning helplessly. At
the same time, Sandra was performing her magic on the girl's cunt,
tongue-fucking it and teasing Shawn's clit, driving the Shawn around
the bend.
"Uhnn . . . uhn . . . oh! Oh god!" she whimpered, writhing
wildly between them.
She was already so aroused from being the last one that it
took only about a minute for her to come. Her body arched and
quivered, and she exploding in spasms of ecstacy, mewling and crying
out as the sharp pleasure wrenched her flesh.
"Oh! Aunngghhnnggiieee!" she wailed, churning her hips,
pushing her cunt up into Sandra's face. "Oh god! Unngghhiieee!"
When she finally came down from her cloud of ecstacy, the
three naked girls stared at each other, then giggled softly.
"I guess that broke the ice," Sandra grinned. "Now what do we
do?"
"Ummmm, I want to see this video you two made," Laura purred,
realizing that the pleasure they had just given one another was only
a foretaste of the weekend.
The two black girls were delighted to show her the video. On
a big screen TV they were nearly life-size, and Laura watched with
fascination as a real seduction occurred before her eyes.
"Neither one of us had ever done anything like this, except
the night I spent with you," Sandra whispered. "So it was really up
to me to . . . sort of seduce Shawn. I think that makes it just so
much hotter."
"I know," Laura said, feeling her blood begin to simmer as she
watched the screen.
Both girls were clothed, Angelique (Sandra) in cutoff jeans an
a white sleeveless sweater, Shawn in a form-fitting jersey that
emphasized her large breasts, and tight, abbreviated white shorts.
They were alone together in a livingroom, sitting across from each
other. Both of them had spectacular legs, and they crossed and
uncrossed them, each drawing the other girl's attention, and
especially Laura's attention.
Finally, Sandra stood up and came over to the sofa where Shawn
was sitting. She sat down beside her, close beside her. Shawn
looked uncomfortable. She inched away. But Sandra gave her a
smouldering glance, then caressed Shawn's cheek with one long finger
before leaning her face close. The camera caught their full lips
slowly coming together.
Shawn seemed so hesitant that Laura knew what was happening
was actually real. But Sandra was insistent. In a matter of
seconds, their mouths melted together, opening, their tongues
coiling and dancing. The kiss grew hotter. Sandra pushed Shawn
back into the pillows, then slowly drew the bottom of the tight
white jersey up over Shawn's bra, exposing its full-to-bursting
cups.
Shawn's face seemed paralyzed by fear and lust and excitement,
an expression Laura had seen before on the faces of girls who had
never experienced this but didn't want it to stop. Her bra fastened
between the cups, and Sandra quickly had it unclasped. She pulled
the bra cups away, exposing Shawn's luscious full breasts,
incredibly round, her bulging black nipples swollen and gleaming.
Sandra cupped and squeezed them with her hands, not as roughly as
Laura had seen her squeeze her own breasts, but more tenderly,
gently rolling Shawn's large nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers.
Shawn's eyes closed briefly. She watched as Sandra's mouth
dropped to her breasts, watched Sandra's tongue snake out and coil
around one nipple. The camera focused very closely on Sandra's lips
as they enclosed the beautiful shiny wet bud and sucked it into her
mouth. Laura could feel herself getting wet.
Watching the video was a new experience for her. She had done
this, in fact done it to both Shawn and Sandra only a few minutes
ago, but she had never watched it being done, watched it so closely,
watched it unfold so slowly. The camera showed nothing but Shawn's
beautiful breast and Sandra's mouth and fingers as she made love to
it. Shawn's nipple was inside her mouth, but soon she released it
and began to tongue it and kiss it and suck it more vigorously, her
fingers biting into the resilient flesh.
Now the camera pulled back, and you could see Shawn's
reaction. She was squirming, panting, her eyelids fluttering.
Sandra's mouth moved to her other breast and did the same thing.
Shawn's large black nipples were now wet and erect, and she was
writhing with sexual excitement. Sandra held both exquisite breasts
in her hands and moved her mouth back and forth, sucking Shawn's
erect nipples, squeezing the firm, round globes.
"God, it almost makes me come again, just watching it," Shawn
whispered.
They were all coiled together on the huge sofa in front of the
tv, and it was not difficult for them to caress each other as they
watched. Laura had one hand on the same breast that Sandra was
sucking so passionately in the video. And now in the video Sandra
began kissing Shawn's taut, sleek midriff, then unzipping her
shorts, and pulling them and her panties down Shawn's spectacular
legs.
In the video Shawn's eyes were full of questions, murky and
hot and shy, and her eyes rolled up behind her lids as Sandra slid
between her thighs and began kissing them, and her flat belly. The
camera moved in and Laura could feel shivers grip her as she watched
Sandra extend her long tongue and slip it up between the glistening
lips of Shawn's pussy.
"Ohhhh!" Shawn gasped softly, next to her, watching it
herself.
Sandra squirmed uneasily on the sofa. She slipped between
Shawn and Laura and quickly became the focus of their caresses as
all three continued to watch. On the screen, Sandra, with exquisite
slowness, made love to Shawn's wet pussy by tonguing and kissing
every inch of it. Soon Shawn's hips were churning, her thighs
clenching.
And soon the girls on the sofa were unable to continue
watching the TV. Laura couldn't restrain her need to slide down
between Sandra's long legs and press her lips against the girl's
long, sinuous black pussy, which she quickly opened with her tongue.
"Ahhhh!" Sandra gasped, her body tensing.
Shawn was fondling and kissing Sandra's breasts, and in a very
few seconds they both had her keening and whimpering with wild need,
squirming in the sofa cushions. Now it was as if the video were not
even playing the background. They had forgotten it.
Laura was tongue-fucking Sandra passionately, and Shawn was
nearly swallowing Sandra's nipples. Sandra's back arched. Her
whole body quivered crazily, and she exploded in violent spasms of
coming.
"Auunngghhiieeee!" she cried out, flipping and straining, her
face torn with rapture. "Oh! Unhh! Annghiieee!"
Her orgasm only aroused them further. Shawn and Laura began
fucking, and Sandra entangled herself with them, until all three
were coiled together, panting, whimpering, sucking and probing.
They ended up in a chain, Laura eating Shawn's pussy, Sandra eating
Laura's, and Shawn eating Sandra's. Shawn came first, and her
climax seemed to spark the others, so that Sandra came again,
quickly followed by Laura.
"Unngghh!" Laura gasped, feeling the spasms wrench her
writhing body. "Oh! Aungghh! Oh god! Yes! Auungghhhh!"
Dazed and still throbbing, they could now hear the sounds
Shawn and Sandra were making in the video, as Shawn neared her
climax. They all turned to watch it, and on the screen Shawn
suddenly came, shuddering and crying out, her face contorted in
ecstacy, her luscious body quivering and straining as the spasms
shook her flesh.
"God, two orgasms in only ten seconds," Shawn giggled, making
the other two laugh. "I'm a miracle."
"Mmmmm, want to try for three?" Laura said, pushing Shawn onto
her back and sliding her leg under Shawn's thigh.
"Oh!" Shawn gasped, overwhelmed by Laura's aggressiveness.
On the screen Shawn was now beginning to fuck Sandra, for the
first time, and Sandra's attention went back and forth from her own
image to Shawn and Laura, beside her on the bed. Laura had Shawn on
her back, their groins pressed together, and was grinding her
pelvis, pushing her cunt into Shawn's, fucking the girl with a
gentle, swirling hip motion, their eyes locked together in a hot,
murky stare.
"Ohhhnnn!" Shawn whimpered softly, her eyes rolling up, as
Laura's hands caressed and squeezed her ass, then slipped one hand
between their groins to manipulate her own clit and press it against
Shawn's.
Now their clits mashed together each time they gyrated their
hips, and both girls quickly went out of control with lust. Sandra
could no longer watch the screen. Instead, her attention was
absorbed by Laura and Shawn, gasping and panting, churning and
straining, whimpering and mewling frantically as they approached
another killer orgasm.
"Oh . . . oh Jesus!" Shawn whimpered, moaning and panting as
the tempo accelerated.
She was pinned to the mattress, her pelvis and legs uptilted
as Laura jammed her own cunt down into the girl's wet gash,
grinding, grinding with her hips until they both were grimacing and
thrusting their pussies hotly together.
"Oh yes!" Laura gasped. "Ohhh . . . oh yes! Ungghh!"
"Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" Shawn grunted softly as Laura
fucked her harder and harder.
The orgasm seemed to strike them both at once. They stopped
thrusting and stiffened, breathless, poised on the edge of it, then
dissolved into convulsions and sharp moans of ecstacy.
"Auuggnhhhh! Oh! Oh god! Aunngghhhh!" Shawn groaned, her
luscious body straining and writhing under Laura.
Their flexing legs scissored each other as they squirmed and
moaned, their hot throbbing pussies jammed together, their flesh
quivering with aftershocks of a fierce, wrenching climax.
"Ohhhnnnn! Oh . . . god!" Laura moaned, still clutching
Shawn's beautifully shaped leg, squeezing every last ounce of
pleasure from the feel of their two wet pussies kissing.
They disentangled their bodies just in time to see Sandra
coming on the TV screen. Shawn's mouth was on her cunt, and
Sandra's beautiful lean body was arching, shuddering, her hands
squeezing her small, beautiful breasts fiercely, as always, as she
grimaced and groaned in the throes of an intense climax.
"God, you guys really came while you were shooting it," Laura
said. "You must have been fucking each other so hard you forgot the
camera."
Sandra nodded, her eyes glassy and her body quivering again
from watching herself come on TV and watching and hearing Shawn and
Laura fuck beside her on the bed. And the bond between the two
black girls was reawakened as they watched each other on the screen.
Laura understood how you felt about the first girl you ever did it
with, as she felt about Karen--the way they still felt about each
other.
Shawn clearly felt that way about Sandra, and Laura watched as
the two girls coiled together in a love coupling that mirrored the
one she had just seen parts of on the video. Only this time it was,
if anything, hotter. Shawn had some experience now, and was not
afraid to let her feelings go. She swarmed all over Sandra's long,
beautiful naked body, sucking Sandra's small, perfect breasts
completely into her mouth, making Sandra wince, and cry out. Then
she sucked Sandra's pussy so urgently, so voraciously, that Sandra
came in about a minute, whooping and whinnying uncontrollably.
It was just about the most erotic thing Laura had ever seen
that she wasn't a part of herself, only a spectator. Next Sandra
sat Shawn up on the bed so that her full, swelling breasts jutted
out proudly, then cupped them in her hands and kissed every inch of
the beautiful dark globes, except Shawn's round, plump, black,
satiny nipples that protruded like ripe fruit.
Laura had kissed and sucked Shawn's gorgeous breasts and knew
how sensitive they were. Now Sandra was toying with them,
tantalizing and teasing Shawn, avoiding her nipples but making the
girl want to have them sucked and mouth-mauled. Every time Sandra's
lips came close to one bulging black nipple, Shawn would whimper and
tremble, looking down expectantly. Finally, she began to beg
softly, imploring Sandra to suck her.
"Ohhhnnnn . . . ohhh baby," she moaned, holding her own
breasts in her quivering hands while Sandra kneaded and kissed them.
"Suck me, please suck me. Please, Sandra! Oh god! Do it, do it
hard! Suck me hard, please!"
Sandra enjoyed prolonging the agony. Her mouth came up to
Shawn's gleaming shoulder, up her neck, to Shawn's mouth. She
kissed her, probing with her tongue. Both of them squeezed Shawn's
large breasts as they kissed, Shawn pinching and twisting her own
nipples to get some relief.
Now Sandra cradled Shawn's incredible breasts in her own hands
and lowered her lips to them again. Shawn watched, begging Sandra
with her eyes. Laura thought Shawn would faint with pleasure as
Sandra finally sucked one plump, bulging, black nipple deep into her
mouth.
"Auunngggh!" Shawn gasped, gagging on her own fierce lust,
grimacing as Sandra tried to swallow her breast.
Laura couldn't stand being only an observer any longer. She
joined Sandra, who welcomed her by giving her Shawn's other naked
breast, and Laura sucked the fat, swollen nipple deep into her
mouth. The two of them pushed Shawn onto her back, their mouths
stuffed with her aching nipples, and Shawn clamped her shuddering
thighs around Laura's kneecap, grinding her pussy into the bone and
coming in delirious, whinnying spasms.
Her orgasm was shockingly intense and long, and Laura, who had
experienced things like this before, knew that she could push the
moment to further extremes, that she could bring Shawn to even more
shattering climaxes in only minutes, if they didn't think she was
crazy.
Quickly she slid down between the girl's still-flexing thighs,
encouraging Sandra to keep sucking Shawn's nipples and squeezing her
breasts.
"She can come again," she said to Sandra. "Keep it up. When
I tell you, do it hard. Really hard. Bite her."
"Really?"
"She'll die with coming."
Laura knew, having done it herself, several times when Karen
had exercised even harsher brutality on her. She knew how fierce
and harrowing a climax was in store for the mewling, writhing,
beautiful girl as she licked and stroked Shawn's sinuous black pussy
and fingerfucked it, liberally coating her fingers with the girl's
flowing cuntslime.
Now she pulled Shawn's taut round buns apart and began to
tongue-fuck the girl's asshole. The sensation of a wriggling tongue
up her ass was so new to Shawn that she squealed and squirmed
wildly.
"Oh god . . . oh god, ummmnneeee!" she wailed, her pelvis
churning violently.
Slowly, Laura insinuated one finger beneath her tongue,
sliding it up into Shawn's ass almost before the writhing girl knew
what was happening. Instead of squirming more wildly, Shawn's
luscious body stiffened, and a low whooping moan came from deep in
her throat as she felt Laura's finger beginning to fuck her ass.
Laura knew how fast it could come, and in only seconds Shawn's
body stiffened with the first hint of her arriving orgasm.
"Suck her hard, bite her," Laura panted to Sandra, who bunched
up Shawn's luscious breasts in her hands and devoured the girl's
popping wet nipples.
At the same moment, Laura, fucking Shawn hard in the ass with
her finger, sucked Shawn's clit between her lips, pinching it
sharply. The girl simply exploded with coming, her body wrenched by
fierce spasms of pleasure. Helpless cries of ecstacy poured from
her constricted throat as her pelvis shuddered and her whole body
buckled under the force of the killing spasms.
"Auugngnniihhiieee!" she cried. "Ohnnngg . . . ahnngghiieeee!"
By the time it was over, Shawn could barely speak. Tears
streaked her cheeks, and she lay between Sandra and Laura, trying to
regain her breath, as they kissed and caressed her.
"God . . . I've never come like that," she panted, finally
calming down. "I thought I was going to die."
"Making me envious, baby," Sandra smiled.
That was about all Laura needed to hear. The rest of this day
and the next one became the single longest and most exhausting
sexual event of her life. They continued to fuck on the huge bed,
then fucked in the jacuzzi, on the floor, in the swimming pool.
While one slept the other two fucked. They took turns with one
another, but all three were for some reason insatiable.
The two black girls enjoyed making Laura into what they called
an Oreo cookie, sandwiching her between their two luscious, naked
bodies and then fucking her until she was whimpering with fatigue
and throbbing with the aftershocks of stupendous orgasms. She
completely lost count of how many, but she knew, when it finally
came time for her to leave, that she had surely doubled her previous
record, coming forty or fifty times easily over the two day period.
"God, I don't know how I'll ever face doing it with a man
again, after this," Shawn sighed theatrically as they made their
goodbyes to Laura.
"Don't forget they have cocks," Laura winked at her. "There's
just something about them."
"I suppose," Sandra smiled. "But we'd both rather do this."
"Amen," Shawn said. "Can we have a rematch?"
"Maybe I should bring a friend too," Laura suggested.
They both brightened up at the thought.
"I may be able to reserve this place again in a couple of
months," Sandra said.
"Then give a call," Laura said. "I should have recovered by
then."
They all kissed and she drove off to the airport, unable to
resist humming happily at the thought of their long, exuberant,
exhausting weekend, the fuck party to end all fuck parties. At
least until I get Karen there, she thought wickedly.
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Chapter 245
Laura was roaming the cosmetics aisles of the local
Target store on Saturday morning, picking up cheap shampoo,
moisturizers, and other odds and ends, when she ran into
Charise, whom she had not seen for weeks. In fact, her
heart took a skip as she saw her beloved Inky round the
corner, this delicious teenager, so very black, like Dawn,
so well-formed, so radiant when she smiled, almost homely
otherwise. She remembered how Kendra had called her `one
ugly little nigger,' and cringed.
Charise was not ugly to Laura. The two of them had
just about incinerated one another in sexual conflagrations
that one could never suspect, if one saw only the charming,
girlish Charise with her slightly mawkish mannerisms and her
stiff little unstylish Dutch flip hairdo. But the girl was
an angel in disguise. The bangs! Laura thought. The bangs!
She could hardly take her eyes off Charise's forehead,
curtained by the famous coal-black bangs that made Laura's
heart quiver and throb.
"Charise!"
Charise stopped and flinched. She recognized Laura,
and her face veered into her usual beatific smile, then
quickly stopped, and she glanced over her shoulder, then
back at Laura.
"Hi . . . Laura."
"Oh god, Charise . . . I've missed you so much," Laura
said, under her breath, aware that Charise was not entirely
relaxed about this chance encounter.
Again Charise looked back, then forward over Laura's
shoulder. "I'm here with my Mama," she whispered. "She
over there somewhere." She nodded toward an adjacent area
of the store.
"Oh . . . I see," Laura whispered back, instantly on
her guard.
She knew no one but Jane had the slightest idea she and
Inky were lovers, but they both felt enough guilt to make
them nervous. Still, they had shared such deep,
unforgettable sexual moments, and had such a deep emotional
bond, that their eyes held, throbbing, exchanging profound
messages, right there in the cosmetics aisle at Target, in
plain view.
The fear of discovery by Charise's mother was very
great, but Laura could not possibly bear to let her go. She
gestured with her head.
"Walk over there with me . . . just casually," she
murmured. "Like we're strangers. We can just talk a
little. Look straight ahead."
Nervous and reluctant, Charise nevertheless agreed.
She and Laura wandered out of the aisle, toward the women's
ready-to-wear section of the store. Laura, who had been
suffering a sweet, romantic turmoil in her feelings for days
following her scorching night in Dawn's bed, was feeling a
rush of self-hatred. God, I'm such a slut, she thought.
Wanting to rape this darling little girl, when I was just
telling Dawn how much I love her only a day or so ago,
bringing her roses, fucking her all night, groaning and
panting into her ear. Now I can't wait to get my hooks into
dear Inky, whose mother is even here in the store somewhere,
for god's sake!
She swallowed and tried to act every inch the adult,
not overtly lecherous, even holding back her syrupy
affection. "So . . . miss any more periods?"
Charise nodded slowly, looking straight ahead.
Oh god! Laura thought. She was seized by a desperate
need to enfold the girl, squeeze her, fuck her tenderly, coo
love words in her ear, stroke her naked back, kiss her
luscious mouth, tongue-tickle her perfect little black
pussy. They were passing through racks of clothing, and on
an impulse Laura grabbed a few sweaters, and some underwear.
She pulled Charise toward the changing rooms in the back.
"Here . . . take these. Go in one of those little
rooms to try them on. I'll try these on."
"Do you think we should be doing this?" Charise asked,
meekly.
Laura leaned close, whispering furtively. "I've got to
kiss you. I'll die otherwise."
Now the familiar gleam of unbelievable delight came
into Charise's shiny black eyes. "Really?"
"Really."
Laura felt more like a worm than ever. She was
obviously coercing this poor girl into doing it. Charise
kept looking back over her shoulder, as if she were about to
be called by her mother, but she could not refuse Laura.
Usually there was a girl sitting at a counter near the
changing rooms to guard against theft, but this time the
counter was vacant. Laura and Charise slipped by it and
back into one of the rooms without being seen.
Laura quickly dropped the sweaters on the little bench
that was attached to the flimsy wall and turned to fasten
the small hook on the door. When she turned back, Charise
was still holding the underwear bunched in her fist, looking
terrified.
"Oh god, darling, don't look that way!" Laura said,
taking the underwear and tossing it on top of the sweaters.
Being called `darling' always made Charise melt with
happiness, and though still frightened, she yielded,
smiling, to Laura's wishes. "You better hurry if you want
to kiss me," she whispered. "My Mama is a one hot holy
bitch of a mama when she get mad."
Laura embraced her. Their mouths met in a hungrier,
more ravenous kiss than Laura ever remembered sharing with
Charise. She drove her tongue down into Charise's open,
receptive mouth, stabbing it deep, digging her fingers into
Charise's back through her thin shirt. Her mouth slid
across the girl's phenomenally smooth black cheek to her
neck. How can skin be so impossibly, beautifully,
unnaturally smooth as this? she wondered as she kissed her
way up and down Charise's neck, nipping her earlobe, pulling
Charise's shirt tails out of her pants and running her hands
up under the cloth.
"Oh god . . . I love your body!" Laura panted into her
neck.
Charise said nothing but was panting excitedly,
overwhelmed by Laura's instant passion here in such a semi-
public place, while her mother was idly shopping out in the
store.
"Think we better go back?" she suggested tentatively,
as Laura pulled up her shirt, running her fingertips all
over the girl's marvelous, warm, coal-black skin under her
bra.
"Oh god . . . I've got to kiss you everywhere," Laura
panted, almost incoherent, faintly alarmed at how passionate
and uncontrollable her feelings were for the girl.
She tugged up the cups of Charise's bra, freeing
Charise's large, woman's breasts, which bounced out of the
cups, springy and upswept. Instantly, she cupped them with
her hands and lowered her mouth to one soft, swelling black
nipple, sucking it thirstily.
"Mmnngeee!" Charise wailed softly, watching her nipple
disappear into Laura's mouth. "Oh shit . . . Laura!" she
said in a loud whisper.
Her hands clasped Laura's head and pulled it away, so
that her wet nipple popped out of Laura's mouth. Laura
looked up to see the fear on Charise's face, and suddenly
felt her own chagrin and deep guilt for having forced the
girl into this. Oh god, I might as well be a rapist! she
thought. Quick, get control of yourself, girl. Inky is
just a teenager, and her damn mother is out there somewhere,
just getting ready to catch you molesting her daughter!
"I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry, honey."
Quickly, she pulled the bra cups down again over
Charise's breasts, which was not so easy since they were
big, and very firm.
"I just . . . oh god, I'm just so hungry for you," she
confessed.
Charise, while touchingly pleased to be wanted so much,
was terrified of being caught. "We gotta get out of here,"
she whispered. "What if they catch us?"
"I know."
Laura took a deep breath and stood up straight.
Charise hurriedly stuffed her shirt tails back into her
pants.
"My Mama going to a wedding this evening. That's why
we came here. She shopping for a present."
"You could come to my place," Laura said, almost
breathlessly, excited.
Charise shook her head. "I have to stay home with my
two little brothers."
Laura's face fell.
"You could come over. Just visiting, like?"
"But we wouldn't be able to-"
Now a mischievous, even a salacious, expression passed
across Charise's young face. "You can park your car in the
garage. Ours ain't gonna be there. Then we could . . . you
know, kind of go outside to it while they're playing
Nintendo."
She gave Laura a sly look. Laura was overcome by the
urgent need to kiss her again, and to feel Charise's young,
supple, vibrant body in her arms.
"What time?" she asked, controlling the impulse to grab
Charise again. "And you'll have to give me the address.
Remember, I only dropped you off. I don't know the house."
Charise grinned, playing cat-and-mouse with Laura.
"Saw you driving by once."
"You did?" Laura blushed.
Charise tilted her head, becoming a devastating flirt.
"Were you looking for me?"
"If you don't tell me the address, I'm going to kiss
you again," Laura threatened.
"Thirty-five forty-one. She leaving at four-thirty.
You could come at five."
"What will your brothers think?"
"I get to have friends," Charise sneered, offended to
think that Laura did not trust her to handle it.
Laura gulped. "I'll be there."
"I gotta get out of here before my Mama raises hell
`cause she can't find me," Charise said, groping for the
sweaters she was supposed to be trying on.
"You go first," Laura said. "I'll come out in a minute
. . . so it doesn't look like we're together."
Touchingly, Charise, before popping out the door,
leaned forward and gave Laura an affectionate peck on the
lips. "See you at four-thirty."
"I can't wait," Laura smiled.
And it was true. She could hardly contain the
butterflies in her stomach, or the thrill that came from
Charise's quick parting kiss. Such a sweet, wonderfully
sexy little girl, she thought. I couldn't keep my hands off
her.
There was now a girl in a red smock sitting behind the
counter. Laura handed her the sweaters. "Didn't fit," she
said, acting imperious and important to cover her shame at
having lured Charise back into the changing rooms.
The rest of the day, up until five o'clock, was a
torment to her. Mostly she spent it trying not to think
about Dawn. It's not as if I'm betraying her or anything,
Laura reasoned. After all, I had a relationship with Inky
long before I even knew there was a Dawn. And I'm sure
Robert is back from Chico now, and they're sleeping
together, and she's still shaving her pussy like before, and
he's pumping it, and so why should I be feeling this way?
Like I'm cheating on her.
In between these thoughts of Dawn, her mind would drift
back to Charise. She relived each moment, how they had
secretly embraced, kissed ravenously, how she had freed
Charise's wonderful firm breasts and sucked one of her coal-
black nipples greedily, how Charise had whimpered but also
cringed with fear of discovery. Laura felt her pussy begin
to ooze with warm juices, but she also felt guilty and
deeply ashamed. I got her into that, I got her into all
this, she thought. Without me she'd just be a normal
little, what . . . pregnant teenager?
And this made her thoughts veer off into even more
troubling territory. This girl is pregnant, Laura, she told
herself. You're sitting her seething from lust, your pussy
is throbbing and flowing, all in the anticipation of getting
in the back seat of your car in her mother's garage and
fucking this sweet little pregnant teenager until both of
you are squealing and coming unbelievably. Isn't that
right?
It didn't matter how she phrased it to herself; it
still made her feel like a worm and at the same time so
horny from imagining it that she knew nothing short of
prison could keep her from doing it. By the time five
o'clock arrived, her feelings were a welter of confusion,
and her body was yearning for Charise as never before.
At four thirty-five she got a call from Charise.
"She just left," Charise said softly into the phone.
"Wait ten minutes, then come. When I see you coming, I'll
open the garage door. Just drive right inside, and I'll
close it behind you."
It was all so conspiratorial. Laura knew they were
both getting an extra charge out of this surreptitious plan.
"Okay. See you in a few mintues."
Shockingly nervous, she nevertheless got control of
herself enough to drive to the house. She was still fifty
yards away when she saw the garage door going up. Of
course, Charise knew Laura's car well and had spotted it
from a distance. Laura pulled in and the garage door
descended behind her car. It was dark.
Then she saw Charise peeking out from a door, which she
was holding open for Laura. Laura's heart was racing. It
was all so exciting.
In the kitchen, Charise shut the door to the garage and
flirted with Laura. "You right on time. You must be
thinking of doing something."
But Laura was too nervous to flirt. "Where are your
brothers?"
Charise gestured toward the other area of the house
with her head. "In there. Playing."
She had changed since their encounter in the Target
store and now wore ragged jeans and a tight-fitting blue
cotton jersey that emphasized the supple slenderness of her
body and the largeness of her breasts, proportionally. They
were not really large, not like Karen's, or Shavon's, not
even quite as large as Dawn's, but in contrast with the rest
of her young, still-developing body, they made Charise seem
a little top-heavy. Her waist was very narrow, her hips
slim, her breasts a beautifully-shaped shelf of jutting
flesh above her stomach. It was still very hard to believe
she was pregnant, but Laura wondered if she didn't notice a
small, unusual swelling below the belt line.
"Let me check on them, and then we can go outside."
Charise's black eyes flashed. She was enjoying the
anticipation as much as Laura.
"Maybe they should know I'm here," Laura suggested.
"So they don't get surprised seeing me."
"Right. Good idea. Come with me and I'll introduce
you."
Charise's brothers were five and seven years old, Daryl
and D'Andr, two of the cutest little boys Laura had ever
seen. They were well-behaved and mannerly, greeting Laura
with respect, their eyes widening as they saw her come in
from the kitchen with Charise.
"This is my friend Laura," Charise told them. "We
gonna stay in the kitchen and talk. You guys go ahead and
play Nintendo. Don't bother with us now. We want to talk
girl talk, you know? Like, alone? You want to get a soda
now out of the fridge, so you don't have to bother us?"
Both boys nodded. They trudged into the kitchen to get
their sodas. Charise looked meaningfully at Laura. When
the boys returned, she and Charise went back into the
kitchen.
"Just give it a minute," Charise said, under her
breath. "Like we talking in here. Then we can go out
there."
Laura felt the incredible stirring of butterflies again
in her stomach, almost as if she had never touched Charise
before. She nodded.
"Hate having to do it this way, but it's the only way,"
Charise said. "Otherwise, I might not see you for weeks . .
. months. You know," she pointed down at her belly, "I'm
getting a little bigger."
She was clearly saying: Look, I'm pregnant, and soon we
aren't going to be able to fuck any more.
"Look, it's none of my business . . ." Laura said.
"But why don't you . . . you know, have the doctor just . .
."
"You mean abortion?"
Laura nodded.
"You asked me that before," Charise smiled. "Remember?
When I first told you?"
Laura nodded again.
"I guess `cause I haven't told my mama yet. If I bring
it up, then I have to tell her."
"She's going to find out anyway, Charise. And the
longer you wait . . ."
Charise's expression, normally so impish and angelic by
turns, took on a lost, forlorn, fearful look. "I like
babies," she said, meekly. "Guess I can handle it."
Laura wanted to embrace her, comfort her, and shake her
vigorously at the same time. You fool! You darling! You
must get rid of it! You're only sixteen!
A sensible, responsible adult would not take this girl
out into the garage and fuck her right now, Laura reasoned
to herself. It's almost criminal to do it. In fact, of
course it is criminal. You should take her somewhere, to a
minister, to a woman's shelter, somewhere she can get
counseling. They have those places for teenage girls, don't
they? The last thing you should be doing is taking her
clothes off and sliding your tongue up inside her pussy.
Her sweet, sweet pussy!
But Charise was eager to change the subject. "I got a
blanket for us," she said. "Wait a minute, I'll get it."
Laura was paralyzed. She could not force herself to
change the mood. Both of them were half-crazy with
anticipation. It had been weeks since they had been
together. They had nearly devoured one another already in
Target, earlier in the day. If Charise had not been so
terrified and felt so guilty, Laura would have gone even
farther than sucking her breast, she knew.
Charise quickly returned carrying a big dark green Army
blanket. She gestured toward the door to the garage with
her head. Her eyes had a knowing expression now, as if to
say: You want to fuck me, you better get yourself out here
quick.
Laura followed her. When they were in the garage,
Charise shut the door back into the kitchen with elaborate
care, trying to ensure that there was no noise. Then she
turned to Laura, whispering.
"Let's get in the back seat. I'm already feeling `that
way,' know what I mean?"
"I always feel `that way' when I'm with you," Laura
whispered back, truthfully.
They got into the back seat of Laura's car, both
wincing as Laura slammed the door to make sure it was shut.
Otherwise, the car's interior light would remain on.
"Hope they didn't hear that," Charise said, the same
terror flitting through her black eyes that Laura had seen
in Target, in the changing rooms.
"I don't think so," Laura whispered.
She unfolded the blanket and draped it half over each
of them. Then she reached out for Charise, who came
obligingly into her arms, up-tilting her face and offering
her full, sensual lips to Laura. Even though they had
shared some pretty intense kisses, this was more profound,
moving, and erotic than any earlier one.
Maybe it was something about the secrecy of it, Laura
thought-the darkness, the fact that they were huddled
together under a blanket, hoping not to be discovered. Both
wanted to have wild, unbridled, flaming sex with each other,
but they knew that Charise's little brothers could come
through the kitchen door into the garage at any time. How
far could they go? What if Daryl peeked into the garage
from the kitchen just as both of them were groaning
helplessly in the grip of a fierce, heart-stirring orgasm?
What if they were so heatedly screwing that they didn't
notice D'Andr's curious little face peering through the car
window at them?
This made their kiss more sweet, more intense, more
acutely romantic than ever. It was slow and sensual, not
hungry, voracious, and demanding, as Laura had kissed
Charise earlier that day at Target. But now she explored
every possibility, letting her tongue invade parts of
Charise's mouth where it had never been, under her lips,
under her twisting tongue, just as eager to explore Laura's.
It was also a very long, expressive kiss, warm and
emotionally moving, so that when their mouths finally came
apart, both felt as if they had discovered territory they
had never imagined before.
"Wow, that was some kiss," Charise breathed softly, her
black eyes glistening in the darkness. "I wish I could see
you better. You really kiss good, Laura."
"You kiss like heaven, darling," Laura whispered into
her ear. "I want to kiss you forever."
"If you kissed my pussy like that . . . I think it'd be
all over for me," Charise murmured.
"Mmmm, then I am going to kiss your pussy like that."
Her hands dropped to the front zipper of Charise's
ragged jeans. Charise's eyes never left hers as Laura ran
the zipper down slowly. Their eyes were getting more used
to the semi-darkness of the car and the garage now, and a
hot throbbing current flowed between them.
Their love differed from some others Laura experienced,
mainly because Charise was so young, and had probably never
felt anyone love her the way Laura did. Boys wanted her, of
course, like the one who had made her pregnant. She had a
delightful, sexy body and an infectious innocence that was
irresistible. They wanted to plunge their hard cocks into
her and shoot jizz like a hot rocket, but none wanted to
smother her with tenderness, as Laura did, or spend long
minutes just kissing her miracle of a mouth. Or call her
`darling,' which made Charise glow and her eyes grow shiny.
"Darling," Laura breathed against her incredibly smooth
cheek. "Let me kiss your pussy . . . I want it so bad."
"I ain't stopping you," Charise panted softly,
wriggling now to help Laura pull down her jeans.
It was a little cramped in the back seat but also
surprisingly intimate, dark, and secretive. They struggled
out of their clothes under the blanket, but Laura was still
only half-undressed when she got her hands on Charise's bare
warm flesh, and she could not prevent herself from pulling
up Charise's jersey and this time unfastening her bra from
the back.
"Can I take this whole thing off?" she asked softly,
pulling the jersey and loose bra up.
"Better not. What if we have to get it back on in a
hurry?"
"I want all of your body."
"You can have as much as you can get," Charise giggled,
eyes twinkling, a playful crinkle in her nose as she smiled
in the dark.
Laura pulled the clothing up as far as it would go,
completely exposing Charise's marvelous full breasts, so
firm and springy, her large black nipples swollen and
gleaming in the half-light. She filled her hands with them,
gently but insistently squeezing, then letting her thumbs
and forefingers quickly travel to the swelling nipples,
pinching and twisting them.
"You can suck `em hard now," Charise murmured. "They
ain't sore today at all. In fact, they feel like they gonna
pop."
"You like me to suck them hard?"
"I sure do."
"Does it make your pussy wet when I suck them hard?"
Laura teased, curling her tongue around one delicious black
nipple.
"Ahhhnnnn!" Charise gasped as Laura guided the whole
plump, swollen nipple between her lips, laving it with her
tongue, then sucking it in deep.
I'll bet he didn't suck your nipples like this,
darling, Laura thought as she began to feast on Charise's
wonderful young breasts. Like Dawn, Charise was so black
that under the blanket like this it was almost hard to see
her unless she smiled, showing off her brilliant, white,
even teeth. It was all touch and taste and smell for Laura,
who could feel her own body resonating to Charise's flesh as
she had never felt before. God, we should do this more
often! she realized.
"Oh god, Laura . . . that makes my pussy real wet,"
Charise giggled, almost shyly. "It's real wet, Laura," she
panted. "You could really kiss it now. I think I . . .
ohhhh . . . I think I'm gonna pop, like I said. My pussy is
hot for you."
But Laura didn't want her to pop. She was afraid that
once Charise came, and maybe Laura too, they would feel so
guilty out here in the back seat of the car that they would
want to stop. Laura didn't want to stop. She loved
Charise's silky black young body, she loved her sweet young
aromas, her pungently aroused pussy, her swelling breasts
and the taste of her coal-black nipples. She wanted this to
go on forever.
"I'm hot for your pussy, darling," she whispered,
sliding up to kiss her mouth again, her neck, her throat,
but letting one hand descend to Charise's crotch, sliding it
between Charise's gently yawning thighs. "I want it. I
want to kiss it and suck it."
Being this close to Charise's face, she could see the
girl's flickering black eyes, swirling now with hot sex,
frantic need, desperate pleas for Laura to make her come.
"Oh yes, Laura . . . oh yes! I only get to come with
you! You the only one who can do it for me like this!" she
panted, twisting now, writhing under Laura. "Quick."
"You have to bite into the blanket or something so your
little brothers don't hear. It might scare them."
Charise nodded quickly. "I will."
Kissing her way down Charise's smooth, warm stomach,
Laura reached her belly and realized for the first time that
it was true: there was a small swelling there that she had
never noticed before. Trying not to be depressed by it, she
kissed the swelling lovingly, then slid down further, until
her lips grazed the wet folds of Charise's open pussy.
It was, Laura well knew, one of the most beautiful
pussies she had ever made love to, and Laura deeply
regretted now that they were huddling under a blanket like
this where she could not savor the full pleasure of eating
Charise's exquisite pussy, taking her time, worshipping it
the way she wanted to do. On the other hand, Charise was
about ready to come too, and so even in ideal circumstances,
Laura's reverential approach would have had to be cut short.
She had to slide down to the floor of the car in order
to let Charise spread her thighs, and even though their
bodies were cramped, they were both so sexually excited that
they easily maneuvered each other into a fairly comfortable
position, with Charise leaning back into the corner, her
legs-longer than Laura had realized-widely open, and Laura
crouched on the floor with her head between the girl's black
velvet thighs. The shiny, dark pink, glimmering slit of
Charise's inflamed pussy was barely visible under the
blanket, but Laura could smell it, and she saw the raw, wet
slickness of it as she lowered her mouth to the runny
crease.
"Laura . . ." Charise panted, overcome with urgent
need, "I'm gonna come quick! I can feel it! I ain't come
for weeks!"
"Oh baby," Laura purred. "Just bite the blanket."
"Yes! Ungghhhh! Oh . . . yes! Please, Laura, yes!
Unhhhh! Unh!"
Even though she knew it was going to be over quickly,
Laura could not deprive herself of the opportunity to tease
and toy briefly with Chairse's flowing, throbbing, oozing
cunt. She ran the tip of her tongue all around the edges of
the beautiful oval formed by the girl's inner cunt lips,
easing one finger into the soupy warm cleft between them.
Charise began to quiver and churn her hips, lifting her body
off the car seat, pushing her hot slit into Laura's mouth.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes! Unhh!"
Charise's shaking and panting, and Laura's sexual
hunger, quickly got the better of them both. She wanted all
of the girl, but this much would have to do for now.
Reaching up to Charise's rolling breasts, she grabbed and
twisted the girl's thick, excited nipples, pressing her
mouth hard into Charise's flowing pussy at the same time,
licking and sucking her clit in a frenzy of hot passion.
Laura could feel every straining muscle in Charise's
body clench.
"Auungghhh!" she cried out, before she could get a
piece of the blanket into her mouth. "Oh god!"
Alarmed, but without removing her busy mouth from
Charise's exploding pussy, Laura grabbed some of the blanket
with one hand and pushed it toward her face. Charise had
enough presence of mind to guide it into her mouth and bite
down on it before a second fierce spasm shook her.
"Ummgnnghghpphh!" she gagged into the blanket, her body
undulating and flipping violently each time a new sweet
spasm wrenched her. "Unngghhh!"
Laura felt herself being overcome by love for the girl
as Charise groaned and flexed and shuddered her way through
a long, wonderfully intense orgasm. If she had not come for
weeks, she certainly made up for it now, quivering and
moaning for about twenty or thirty seconds as the
convulsions of deep pleasure continued to wrack her young
body, her moans half-muffled by the piece of blanket she had
stuffed into her mouth.
Her sleek, lean, glossy body, writhing and straining in
the half-light of the garage, her full breasts swirling, her
large black nipples gleaming, was enough to thrill Laura to
her depths. When Charise, still coming, lifted her whole
shuddering pelvis off the back seat of the car, Laura
quickly slipped her hands under the smooth cheeks of her ass
and squeezed them lovingly while indulging in a few last
sucks and licks of her throbbing clit. Then she kissed
Charise's open, swollen pussy with fierce passion again
before sliding back up to embrace the gasping girl, pulling
the blanket, which had slid down, up over their bodies.
"Oh shit, Laura, I'm so sorry I came that fast,"
Charise panted, still stunned from the impact of her climax.
"Mmmmm, why should you be sorry that you came fast and
hard? I wanted you to come."
"Wow, hard ain't half of it. That's why I love it with
you. I don't think guys even know how to make you come like
that. Too busy pumping, know what I mean?"
"I could lick your beautiful pussy for hours," Laura
murmured dreamily, kissing her face everywhere.
"You know, that sweater of yours is kind of prickly
against my skin. I can't believe you did that to me while
you still had it on."
Chairse gave her the pixie-grin, crinkled nose and all,
though it was hard to see in the darkness, except for her
marvelous white teeth.
Laura had forgotten that she was only half-undressed.
She pulled the sweater up over her head and dropped it over
the backrests into the front seats. Her bra came apart in
front, and Charise was already undoing the clasp while Laura
was still shaking loose her hair..
"I'm going to get me a mouthful of pretty white
titties," she said, filling her hands with Laura's naked
breasts, her slender black fingers snaking over the pale
globes.
Laura could hardly believe the exquisite pleasure she
felt as Charise's tongue found one of her nipples. Though
she had been a clumsy lover at first, after Jane and Laura
had initiated her into the wicked pleasures of girl-girl
fucking, with Laura she had relaxed and learned, and now she
was a positive artist. Laura always marveled again to
realize how much Charise loved her, Laura's, body,
apparently almost as much as Laura loved her darling Inky's
thrilling, very black masterpiece of a young body.
Charise really did adore Laura's small, upswept
breasts, and even though the two of them were half-scrunched
up under a blanket in the back seat of Laura's car, she held
them as if they were precious treasures in her hands and
patiently, skillfully licked Laura's tingling nipples with
her tongue until Laura was trembling and panting quickly.
"Hate it being so dark," she said to Laura. "I can't
see them. They are really beautiful, and I want to see
them. We should have brought a flashlight or something."
"Oh! Oh god, honey, it feels so good!" Laura
whimpered.
Charise smiled up at her, now sucking Laura's nipples
slowly, agonizingly slowly, first one, then the other, then
returning to the first one, licking them, sucking them,
teasing them.
"Laura . . . I think you gonna come pretty fast too,"
she whispered.
At that moment they both heard a tap on the glass of
the car window behind them. Laura's head whipped around.
The window was at her back, but Charise could see it merely
by moving her head to the side of Laura's body. Both of
them saw Daryl's little face staring at them.
"Oh shit," Charise said.
Laura felt momentarily paralyzed by shock and shame.
She realized her naked back was to the boy and somehow
slumped down quickly, as if she could bury herself in the
blanket. This propelled her body further onto Charise's,
who was still scrunched back into the corner of the seat.
Charise struggled to slip to the side of her.
"I gotta get out for a minute," she said under her
breath, disgusted. "Stay here, I'll be back. What you
want, Daryl?" she snapped at him.
"Careful," Laura warned softly. "He doesn't know
anything. Does he?"
Charise shook her head.
"Popcorn," Daryl's high-pitched voice came through the
window. "What you guys doing out here?"
"We talking. None of your business. Now go inside and
I'll be right there."
But Daryl did not seem inclined to leave. He gawked,
instead, though there was less to see now that Laura had
pulled the blanket more successfully over her naked body.
He's looking at my body, the little devil, she thought.
He's bound to figure something out. What if he tells
Charise's mother that she and I were out here in the garage,
and I was naked?
"Get the fuck out of here, Daryl!" Charise snarled now,
more forcefully. "I told you, I'll be there in a second.
No go on. Scat. Leave!"
Laura watched in silence. Her blood was still pumping
fast, though not from sexual arousal now but danger. She
watched Daryl reluctantly turn and go back into the kitchen,
leaving the door slightly ajar so that a thin stream of
light poured into the garage. Meanwhile, Charise was
frantically pulling on her clothes again.
"Be right back," she whispered to Laura, suddenly
breaking into a piercing smile that shot right to Laura's
heart. "Sorry about this. Keep those pretty titties warm
for me. I ain't finished."
Laura touched her arm. "Kiss me," she said,
impetuously.
They were both suckers for romance, and they also knew
that since Daryl had disappeared back into the house, it was
temporarily safe. Charise beamed and leaned close. They
kissed with thrilling tenderness. Charise again cupped one
of Laura's naked breasts in her hand and squeezed it.
"You just sit here and get ready for me," she warned in
a whisper. "I'll make `em some popcorn and shut `em up."
While she waited, huddled under the blanket, feeling
very alone and wicked, Laura had a chance to reflect on how
she was endangering Charise. All because of my selfish
desire to enjoy her, to engulf her with love, to fuck her
beautiful young body and kiss her incredible smooth skin and
marvel at her sweet nature and feel her come in my arms.
Charise, they both knew, was probably pregnant. She was
certainly underage. Laura already knew from Kendra's
reaction-or realistically, any mother's-how Charise's mother
would feel to know her daughter was fucking frequently with
a white lesbian. Or any lesbian. Purple probably wouldn't
matter, Laura thought.
Sitting there in the darkness-Charise had closed the
door tight on re-entering the kitchen-she could also feel a
tight pinch of guilt at the thought of Dawn. She had felt
it earlier in the day at Target too, when she had been
groping poor Charise in the changing room. Surely she's not
thinking of me when she's letting Robert screw her, Laura
thought. Or is she? I mean, if she could see me now,
crouching guiltily in the back seat of my own car and
waiting for a teenager to come back so we can continue
fucking . . . oh god, she'd probably just give up on me for
sure!
She had ten minutes or so of these gloomy, morbid, self-
lacerating thoughts before Charise returned. Charise did it
so silently, and Laura was so abstracted by her guilt and
self-accusation, that it was a surprise when the car door
opened again and Charise slipped inside.
"I made them two bowls of popcorn," she grinned. "And
now I'm gonna rape you for sure."
"Oh god," Laura gasped, pulling Charise down on her and
kissing her savagely. "Rape away, then. I nearly died
while you were gone, I missed you so much."
Charise giggled. "I know you just saying that, but it
makes me feel good anyway."
Again, she filled her hands with Laura's naked breasts,
kissing Laura's neck, her throat, her upper chest.
"Aren't you going to get undressed again?"
Charise stopped and looked up, her black eyes wide and
shiny pools that Laura fell into immediately. Her
vulnerability was so obvious that Laura, though becoming
quickly aroused sexually again, almost cried.
"They might come back," Charise said. "I mean, I made
`em some popcorn, but he saw you naked."
"Did he say anything?"
Charise nodded. "He said, `Why was she naked if you
just talking?'"
Laura, who was now scrunched up in one corner of the
back seat as Charise had formerly been, shrank back into it
further, pulling Charise down with her and casting the
blanket entirely over them, head and all.
"God, I hate this," she murmured. "We should be
together in my big bed, just kissing and loving and
forgetting everything else. I hate having to sneak around
like this."
Charise took it the wrong way. "You don't hate me, do
you? I can't help it. I have to stay with them. I can't
leave."
"Oh, of course I don't hate you, you little angel,"
Laura hurriedly said, meaning every word, punctuating them
with fervent, passionate kisses. "I love you. I want you.
I want to feel your naked body against mine. I want to feel
your hot pussy rubbing against mine."
"Ooohhhh, I'd like that," Charise murmured back. "But
I don't think we can do it this time. I'd like to feel your
big old dick in me again too."
Laura was getting worked up into a hot lather of lust
by all this sweet talk. She instantly recalled the last
time they had done it, when Laura had fucked Charise hard
with the huge double dildo, fucked them both, really, and
Charise had hoped that the treatment would put an end to her
fears of pregnancy altogether. It hadn't worked out that
way, apparently, but they had still nearly perished of
ecstasy in one another's arms.
"Next time," Laura whispered, "I'm going to do
everything to you at once, and you're going to come so hard
you never imagined it could be that good."
Charise's eyes glistened in the half-light, and her
white, even teeth gleamed. "Maybe I can get away after
school later this week."
Laura nodded. She was about ready to come just from
gazing into Charise's eyes. Why is it she moves me so? she
wondered. This enchanting girl . . . so young.
The enchanting girl quickly slid down between Laura's
thighs. Laura knew that, under the circumstances, Charise
wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Both
of them felt guilty, rushed, anxious, and wildly aroused at
the same time by the danger. They wanted it to be
different, but they also were acutely excited by the
situation, and on top of that, Laura was wound as tight as a
top and ready to explode.
Charise knew it. "You gonna come now, Laura," she
murmured, kissing Laura's inner thighs with her sensual
lips, parting Laura's slick cunt lips with her thumbs.
"I know," Laura gasped. "Oh god . . . darling . . .
Inky . . . unhhhh!"
"You gonna come quick."
"I . . . know. Ungghh! Yes!"
"Better bite the blanket, baby," Charise grinned up at
her in the dark. "Bite it hard. Here it comes."
It had taken only a few brief seconds of feeling
Charise's caresses for Laura to get back to the state of
complete sexual hunger she had been feeling just before
Daryl had shown up. Quickly, as Charise's tongue began to
probe and lick her runny pussy, she realized that the whole
world, including Charise's mother, could show up now outside
the car window and it wouldn't matter. But her eyes
fluttered open long enough to check that the blanket was
still half-draped over them.
In fact, Charise was completely under it, tonguing and
sucking Laura's pussy in a growing frenzy of passion, now
fucking Laura with two fingers, too. Laura bit her lower
lip and gently undulated her hips, raising her pussy into
Charise's face, groaning softly as the overpowering
sensations flooded her body. Oh god, it's pure heaven! she
thought. Charise, I love you! (I'm sorry, Dawn! I love
you too but-)
Her thoughts were interrupted in mid-flight by a sharp
jolt of coming.
"Oouungghhmmpphhhh!" she groaned abruptly, shocked by
the force of this spasm that suddenly gripped her whole
body.
Charise, between Laura's thighs and hidden under the
blanket, made some kind of muffled, happy growl of lust, and
sucked Laura's clit entirely into her mouth as Laura then
dissolved into a long series of orgasmic waves.
"Auunnngg-" she started to cry out, then quickly
regained her wits and grabbed the edge of the blanket,
biting into as it Charise had warned her to do.
"Mmmnnggghhmmnngghh! Unnnggmmmhhgggghh!" she groaned into
it, her pelvis jerking and bouncing up off the car seat,
quivering and quaking as each diminishing spasm struck her,
until finally they died away.
For a couple of minutes she could hear nothing but her
own panting and Charise's soft, sensual cooing as the girl
slid up to kiss her breasts again, then her mouth as Laura's
breathing gradually returned to normal. It was very dark,
very intimate, very sweet here in the back seat under the
blanket as they kissed lovingly following this very bizarre
sexual encounter. Laura realized that they both would have
rather been in Laura's bed, naked together, but that the
intensity and danger and sweet impetuosity of this moment
was irreplaceable.
"I love you, darling," Laura whispered against her lips
while they were still kissing.
Charise pulled back and cocked her head, giving Laura
another pixie smile. Her fetching flat nose crinkled
between her eyes.
"You just like it when I lick your pussy like that,"
she teased Laura.
"I do," Laura nodded.
Charise nestled down with her in the corner of the car
seat. Laura pulled the blanket up over them again, then ran
her hand up under Charise's jersey. She had not put on her
bra again when she went into the house, so her breasts were
still loose and naked, and Laura found them quickly with her
hand.
"That feels pretty good, Laura. I think you better
stop. You'll be making me want more."
"I do want more. Don't you?" Laura purred, kissing her
smooth black neck.
Charise nodded. "Ain't we pushed our luck far enough
already?"
Laura smiled ruefully. "I guess you're right."
Still, they did not move. It was as if they preferred
to honor their mutual impulse to do it again by at least
lingering over the idea for a few more minutes, though both
were realistic enough to know it was impossible. Finally,
Charise sat up and began to gather Laura's clothes, handing
them to her one by one.
"Aren't you going to put on your bra?" Laura asked her.
"Those little boys are going to see those big, beautiful
boobs swaying under your shirt."
Charise giggled. "Quit it. You making me blush." She
reached down to the floor and picked up her bra. "You
really think they're beautiful?"
"Here, I'll help you. Just get your arms out of the
sleeves. Turn your back. Of course I think they're
beautiful. I dream of your boobs. Movie stars would die to
have boobs like these."
She fastened the clasp, and Charise put her arms back
in the sleeves, then pulled the jersey down. They were
finally dressed. Laura patted her hair down.
Charise frowned. "Better comb it. You look like you
been fucking."
This made Laura nearly burst with laughter, which she
had to choke back. "Okay."
In another two minutes they were both respectable
again. Laura helped her fold the blanket. As they got out
of the car, she asked Charise,
"What did you tell your little brother we were talking
about?" she asked.
"I told him you were showing me where your cat
scratched you on the tummy," Charise grinned over her
shoulder at Laura.
"And did he buy it?"
"Of course he bought it. He don't know nothing about
the nasty things we do."
"Mmmm, it wasn't nasty to me. It was heaven."
Before Charise re-opened the door into the kitchen, she
and Laura kissed once more in the dark. Laura got her
tongue into the girl's warm, wet mouth. "I had fun," she
whispered.
Charise's black eyes glistened happily again. "It was
heaven to me, too, Laura" she whispered back. "No kidding."
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Laura - Chapter 340
True to her word, Laura set out to find Frankie a new apartment in the city, since Frankie had to be out of her Fremont house in two weeks. From a fellow worker, she got the name of a rental agency and made an appointment to see two apartments on her lunch hour. Frankie was tied up in court all day and needed Laura to do the initial checking out.
She was on her way to meet the rental agent when she passed by Walgreens and couldnt resist the temptation to go inside and flirt for a few moments with Gail.
Or rather, she thought as she entered the store, just smile at her and drink in her cute loveliness. Flirting was too obvious. Gail gave no indication of being interested in girls, and Laura didnt want to embarrass either one of them.
She found her in the rear, stocking shelves of pain relievers, wearing a white smock like a pharmacist, which made her skin look darker than it really was. She was not light-complexioned but also not dark-dark like Frankie, or Dawn, or Dee Dee. She did not notice Laura, who had to tap her on the shoulder.
You look like a doctor . . . in your white coat, Laura said softly.
Gail spun around and broke into a smile. Oh god, you surprised me! Hi, Lana. Lana?
Laura.
Laura. Sorry. Forgot.
Are they turning you into a pharmacist?
Only a pharmacists assistant. It means, if I work out, that they can send me to different stores when they need one there. She gave Laura a painfully cute squint. Job security.
Cant beat that. I was just passing by. Thought Id pop in for a quick hello.
Gail lowered her voice and looked around uncomfortably. I cant talk to you unless Im helping you find something.
Oh. Laura acted chastened. Then . . . help me find some Q-tips. I really need Q-tips. Are they near the cotton balls?
Gail broke into the cutest, most devastating smile yet. I think so. Now . . . lets see if I can remember where those are. Follow me.
The white smock covered Gails delicious little rump, so that Laura was not tempted to leer at it while following her down the aisle. Around one corner, down another aisle. Then Gail turned and presented Laura with a package of Q-tips.
Oh gosh, Laura grinned, is there anything smaller? I dont think I need five hundred Q-tips.
Gail looked on the shelf. Meanwhile, Laura luxuriated in scrutinizing her billowy blonde curls and her smooth dark brown neck and cheek and sensual lips. Yum. I could kiss you everywhere, Gail. You are a lot more than cute.
Here. Gail gave her a smaller package and took the first one back. Only twenty-five in that one. She squinted.
Why dont I cruise by here when you get off and take you out for a drinkee? Laura asked, feeling very silly and awkward, especially for having used the word drinkee, which was definitely not part of her usual vocabulary. Or coffee, if you like.
Gail gave her a funny look. Laura realized that she was not accustomed to being asked out for a drinkee by another woman. But the pause was very brief. I have a yoga class after work, she said. And I dont drink. But some other time would be okay.
Coffee?
Dont drink that, either.
Goodness. What do you drink?
Green tea. Full of anti-oxidants.
Oh . . . right. No wonder you are such a healthy-looking, glowing young creature. I love you already.
Well then. Yoga, eh?
Gail nodded. Tomorrows good, though.
Laura had to be jarred by this out of her reverie. She was picturing in her mind Gail in some kind of tight leotard doing a yoga contortion that made her lovely young body strain and twist into infinitely desirable shapes. Oh. Tomorrow. Shit, I have a dinner meeting tomorrow, right after work. Excuse my French.
Gail laughed softly. Youre going to get me fired, if we keep this up.
She glanced at Lauras hand holding the Q-tips, and for the first time seemed to see Lauras gold ring. Her whole face changed, but she said nothing.
Well . . . Laura stalled, maybe some other time soon. Well find a place that serves green tea.
Youre married, arent you.
Yes. Laura blushed, unaccountably.
Gail seemed almost relieved. Lets make it Friday. I get off at six. What about you?
Laura nodded. Six it is. Well just get an ice cream or something. Like before.
Back on the street, on her way to the rental agency, Laura couldnt help feeling fluttery butterflies of happiness and sexual anticipation stirring throughout her brain and body. Even though there was no reason to hope. There wasnt the slightest indication that Gail was even likely to tilt in a sexual way toward her. I shouldnt be getting these thoughts, she realized. Im always jumping the gun like this.
At the agency, a tall, slender, very attractive black woman in glasses with stylish dark red plastic frames introduced herself. Im Paula Cooper. Ms. Bell said you would be coming. I guess shes involved in a trial or something.
Laura nodded and smiled and grasped her beautiful hand, holding it longer than necessary. Did she see a flicker behind those lenses, a sort of transitory electrical scrim from those dark brown eyes? Oh, Laura, cut it! she told herself. You have an overactive libido! Still focused on the darling Gail. You think every lovely woman is your prey! Down, girl!
Shes an attorney, Laura stumbled, repeating what Paula Cooper clearly already knew. Tied up in court all day.
Well, we have a couple of places she might be interested in. Want to ride with me?
I walked here. Laura smiled. I want you to like me. God, youre pretty. Guess Ill have to.
The first apartment was on Russian Hill, the neighborhood where Laura had lived when first Jane and Kendra had lived in the apartment above hers, and then Shontays parents had moved in after Kendra had fled with her underage daughter from the predatory lesbian Laura (even though she tore off a piece with Laura herself whenever possible, on the sly). It brought back memories, mostly good ones, mostly sexual ones. While reliving them in pastiche, she was able to avoid devouring Paula Cooper with her eyes, since the woman grew more alluring to her by the minute.
Paula was dressed for business, though not as conservatively as Laura and her co-workers, or indeed Francine herself, usually dressed. She wore a loose silvery blouse and a dark skirt that was cut slightly above the knee, so that when she sat, as in driving her older green Mercedes, the skirt rode up on her delicious firm very black thighs, making Laura salivate with the urge to caress and even lick them. She did not appear to have a substantial or out-thrusting bosom; never a high priority with Laura anyway. Some scrumptious little breasts could lie under those flattish little folds of fabric, as she knew. But Paula, being tall and slender, had a black swans neck of the type that usually made Lauras pulse vibrate. I love to kiss a beautiful neck like yours, Paula, she thought, over and over, mantra-like, to herself as they rode up to Russian Hill and parked, only a few blocks from where Lauras old apartment was located.
The apartment for rent was on the third floor of a similar building. Paula escorted her through the vacant rooms, their feet ringing on the bare floors, their voices echoing, even though they were speaking softly.
I used to live in a building like this one . . . about three blocks over toward Van Ness, she explained to Paula. They were peering out one window. Had a better view, though.
Paula smiled tightly, all business. She seemed to have no idea that Laura was dying to kiss her and unclothe her and ravish her, right here on the cold floor between the echoing walls. Lust knows no good manners, Laura thought. But I hope Im not being obvious.
Do you think she would like this place? Paula asked.
I dont see why not. I think she might have to get it carpeted, though. It sort of rings when you walk.
Thats easily done. I can even recommend a company that does it. Maybe even get the landlord to pay for it.
I love your glasses, Laura said, an abrupt change of the subject.
But she was tired of not getting to the point. Do you like girls or not? she wanted to ask. Im having a hard time telling. Sometimes you look at me as if . . .
But I may only be imagining it. Still, at this remark she could see the renewed little scriggles of electricity in Paulas marvelous dark brown eyes.
Thank you.
I want to kiss you. Nobetter not say that. Way too bold. Laura realized she was staring. But of course Paula was staring back. Here they were in this empty, echoing apartment, staring at each other with . . . what? Lust? Certainly is that on my end, Laura thought. She saw Paula looking at her lips. Why dont we just give in to it, darling? she wondered. Theres no bed here; nothing. We cant fuck. We might as well just admit that we wish we could.
Paula was the one who broke the spell. She raised her clip board and gestured at the view. Do you think shell like looking out at the next building like that? You know, the second apartment is in the Golden Gateway. Better view. Want to see it?
Laura smiled warmly at her. I cant wait. It means I get to look at you a while longer.
Now the air between them was sexually charged. It hadnt taken much: only that innocuous conversation in the empty apartment, echoing off the bare walls, and simmering in the background with their sexual tensions and evasions. Paula, back in the drivers seat of her Mercedes, seemed to let her already short skirt ride up a little higher on her delicious, glossy black thigh, and Laura had trouble not pouncing on it. Ill bet you do this to all your clients, she thought. Making them hunger for you like this. You gorgeous black Jezebel.
Laura had decided that she needed no further signals. This was definitely the green light. But Paula Cooper was still reserved, painfully professional, and aloof. She hugged her clipboard tight against her barely protruding breasts and pursed her lips and pointed out the features of the new place in a monotone. Maybe I scared her by my hot staring, Laura thought. Id better tone it down a little. Pay more attention to business. After all, Im here for Frankie. Im really not helping her out much by trying to rape Paula Cooper with my eyes.
In the living room of the apartment, also bare and echoing, they looked at the view together. See, you can almost see the Campanile in Berkeley from here, Paula said, pointing across the Bay. I can actually see it from my place. I live about a block from here, over on Jackson.
Oh. You live near here?
They were standing very close, closer than they had been yet. Laura could smell her; all good. Paula smelt fresh and healthy and gave off the faintest wisp of an enchanting perfume.
You smell good, Laura murmured to her.
Thank you. Paula smiled nervously. Its that Paris Hilton perfume. Somebody gave me a bottle.
Somebody?
My . . . partner.
Ooohhh, a dead giveaway, Lara thought. Partner was a code word, even more than wife. But she had seen Paula earlier looking at her wedding ring. They were checking each other out, both of them, looking for the possibilities.
She knows what smells good on you, Laura smirked a little, moving away, toward other rooms. There were two bedrooms. Paula followed her into one. Laura turned and almost pinned her against one wall. You are too gorgeous, Paula, she breathed. I cant keep from staring at you.
Paula giggled softly, fetchingly. She seemed one second so bold, the next second so shy. Were supposed to be looking at the apartment for Ms. Bell. Is she your . . . special friend?
Laura smiled noncommittally. We work in the same building.
Ms. Bell is very beautiful.
She is, isnt she. Laura boldly raised two fingers to Paulas smooth black cheek. So are you.
Again Paula giggled, and shook her head. Not me.
Oh, yes.
Dont you think we should discuss the business were here for? Paula held the clipboard in front of her chest like a shield.
Oh god, Laura thought, Im scaring her again. Ive got to back off. She took a step back, but not too far. I think she will love this one. She could even walk to work. If she doesnt mind five or six blocks. Good for the legs. You know, a friend of mine from Paris says all the girls over there have spectacular legs because they walk everywhere. She glanced down. Sort of like yours. Do you walk everywhere?
I . . . work out. A little.
It shows.
Thank you. It seems Im always saying thank you to you.
Laura realized that what she had seen as seductiveness earlier in Paula Cooper was not that at all. Instead it was a kind of shy allure that always was devastating to Laura, a kind of sweetness that brought out the inner leopard in her; made her want to pounce.
She took the step forward again, the one she had just taken back. Now she was nearly pinning Paula against the wall of the empty bedroom again. Instead of saying anything, she simply pushed her mouth into the womans delicious lips and kissed her forcefully and passionately, stabbing her tongue into Paulas mouth as soon as Paula parted her lips. It took a few seconds for Paula to start kissing her back, but she did.
Oh shit, I want to fuck her right here on the floor! Laura thought, heart pounding, as their mouths finally came apart. Sorry about that, she smiled apologetically. I . . . guess I couldnt help myself. I really wanted to kiss you.
Paula grinned back shyly. Dont apologize. Me too.
I want to take your glasses off and do it again.
Slowly, very deliberately, Paula removed her glasses. Her dark brown eyes burned into Lauras. Go ahead.
This time they kissed like two cats in heat, if cats only kissed. Paula had to stop Laura from devouring her mouth long enough to secure her glasses somewhere to keep them safe. Let me set these over here, she panted, half lurching over to the window ledge and folding the glasses so they would rest on it.
Laura pulled her back and embraced her this time, pushing her back against the wall and ravenously drinking her mouth. Now Paula kissed back with equal ardor, not having to worry about her glasses. Laura kissed her long black neck. She had been hungering after it for at least an hour. She sucked Paulas earlobe.
Ooooohhh god . . . youre giving me the shivers! Paula panted, but didnt pull away, just wriggled a little in Lauras fierce embrace.
I want you, Laura breathed into her ear.
I know. Me too, Paula panted softly. We cant do it here. No . . . nothing. No bed . . . no furniture.
Laura already had a hand on one small breast, squeezing it through all the fabric of Paulas blouse and bra. Dont you live near here?
Yes. Paula squinted and appeared to be trying to sort things out. I dont like doing it there. But shes in Guatemala. On some junket. She works for the Chamber of Commerce. She smoothed her clothes out with one hand after escaping from Lauras tight embrace. I suppose . . .
Laura grabbed her again and kissed her, a scorcher. Please.
Yes. I think we . . . have to.
Yes, we do.
Dont want to forget these, Paula said, retrieving her glasses from the window sill. Lets go. Its about a block and a half.
How they got to her car and drove to Paulas apartment, Laura could never remember. They were both so nervous and so horny for each other that it was hard to notice anything else. But when they finally got there, and Paula closed and locked the door behind them, they looked at each other as if they were conspirators in a great crime and had to tread softly or the Anti-Adultery Army would arrive any second to arrest them. The physical heat they had generated so easily in the empty apartment a block and a half away had dissipated, and now they were simply devoured by anxiety again.
Paula especiallyno doubt because it was her apartment, Laura realizedseemed distraught and reluctant to continue. I hate doing this . . . when shes not here, she confessed to Laura.
Laura took this as an appeal and approached her and embraced her, kissing her affectionately now on her smooth black cheek instead of raping her mouth, as she had done earlier. I know exactly how you feel, she murmured. I do. I feel the same way. But nobody but us will ever know.
Have you . . . ever done this . . . when your, you know, wife, she pointed down at the gold ring on Lauras finger, was away?
Once I did, Laura said, kissing her neck again, realizing that it was so beautiful that she could almost get an orgasm from that alone. I felt guilty for about three weeks afterward.
Im feeling that right now.
Laura kissed her mouth again, a romantic, lingering, sweet kiss. I want you. You want me. Dont think about anything else.
Yes. Paula looked embarrassed, guilty, but willing too, all in the same expression. She took her glasses off again and placed them on the glass coffee table. Come with me.
Laura followed her to her bedroom. She wanted to say to Paula: Look, theres a kind of joy and freedom that comes from having no emotional attachment, right? I mean, we like each other but are not exactly going to change our lives over this brief hot moment in bed. Right? Give in to it. Its purely physical, but do you really want to pass it by?
Paula seemed to sense what she was feeling. She closed the door to the bedroom. I want you to know Ive never done this before, she said, bashfully, as Laura drew her closer with one hand on her arm. I mean . . . with a total stranger.
Were not strangers, Laura smiled. We just about kissed each other to heaven in that apartment.
I know. Paula beamed. Youre making me blush.
Im going to do more than that, Laura breathed into her ear again, embracing her and kissing her hungrily. Im going to make you whimper. Im going to make you beg.
We better hurry. I have to be back at the agency in about an hour. Dont you have to get back to work?
Laura sucked Paulas full lower lip. One thing I hate is having to hurry when Im making love to a beautiful woman.
There you go with that beautiful stuff again. Im a plain Jane next to Ms. Francine Bell, your friend.
Laura was already unbuttoning the front of Paulas blouse. You, my dear, are nuts if you think you arent every bit as stunning as that.
Well, if you think so, maybe Ill have to get used to it.
One thing about Paula Cooper was distinctive indeed: she was very tall. Frankie was as tall as Laura, but Paula was a good head taller than either of them. Tall and long; long legs, long torso. Yum, Laura thought as she kissed her glossy black collarbones, and her smooth upper chest, everything that came into view as she undid each button.
Paula was wearing a red bra. Alarms went off in Lauras brain and body. Why red underwear should have such an effect on her she didnt know, but it definitely sent the pounding of her blood up a notch. Oh god what a beautiful bra.
You think so? Paula was now coy, though still a little shy.
You wore it just in case somebody like me wandered by, right?
You never know. She smiled. Though, as I said, I havent ever done this.
Feeling a little risqu today?
To tell the truth, Ive been so horny all morning, I hardly can stand it. I dont know why.
By this time, Laura nearly had Paulas blouse off, and was kissing her gleaming black skin everywhere. Probably something you ate, she murmured, reaching behind Paula to unclasp her red bra. Or didnt eat.
You know, Ive got a pair of handcuffs in the drawer, Paula breathed, almost as an afterthought, as if she were commenting on the weather.
Laura tried not to show her shock and surprise. Youve got to be kidding, she finally gasped softly, sliding Paulas unfastened bra down her arms and flinging it away, kissing her shoulder, then her smooth throat.
Paula nodded. Not kidding.
You want me to handcuff you?
God, I die just thinking of it, Paula confessed.
You dont even know me.
Paula shook her head. I know you.
Maybe you do, Laura grinned. Maybe you do. Meanwhile, she was cupping and squeezing Paulas very small breasts, nice swellings with lovely, soft, very black nipples and areolas. God, I love these. These are so beautiful.
Let me get the handcuffs.
You, my love, are a kink and a half.
Paula smirked over her shoulder at Laura as she went to the drawer. She had a ravishing long black back. Laura wanted to maul it with kisses. Paula returned with the handcuffs dangling provocatively from one extended forefinger, still smirking, again with her peculiar mixture of coquettishness and embarrassment.
Laura grabbed them and flung them onto the bed. Here . . . get this stuff off. Quick. She tore out of her own blouse and bra.
Both of them now raced to undress, then press their naked flesh together. Oh shit, Im so excited . . . and so horny, Paula panted softly against Lauras neck as they fell together onto the bedspread, not bothering to pull it down, taking care not to land on the handcuffs. I think I may . . . not take long, she giggled. If you handcuff me, Ill come in two seconds.
Where is the key? You forgot it.
Same drawer.
Somehow in these few seconds Paulas lovely dark brown eyes had become two pulsing embers of sex, boring into Lauras, beckoning, beseeching, letting Laura know how much she wanted to be fucked. Sure you dont want to wait until later for that? Laura asked.
Paula shook her head, vigorously. Now. Please. We have to hurry, remember?
Laura scooted off the bed and darted to the drawer where Paula had kept the handcuffs. She found two keys, both on the same ring, and returned with them to the bed, placing them in plain sight next to the clock radio on the bedside table.
Put your hands behind you, you naughty girl, she smiled at the delicious naked woman stretched out beside her.
Ooohhh, you are just as much fun as I thought youd be, Paula murmured, rolling onto her side and presenting her wrists behind her back, just above her curved sacrum and her lovely, swelling black ass.
Honey, I want to eat you alive, Laura thought. Who knew lunch was going to be so much fun? She snapped the cuffs in place and felt Paulas long, svelte body quiver slightly as the rush of sexual excitement gripped her. To follow it up, and to give in to an irresistible urge, she leaned down and kissed the swelling dark buns of Paulas terrific ass, then caressed and squeezed them with her hands, making Paula pant and squirm a little.
God, you have a beautiful ass, Paula, she breathed, kissing the globes of her ass even more, running one devilish finger up and down the deep dark crack between them.
Unnhhhh . . . unnnhhh . . . bite it, Paula suddenly blurted out, but softly, looking back over her shoulder. Bite it . . . yes!
Laura sank her teeth into one dark round moon.
Oh! Oh . . . oh shit!
Again?
Yes! Bite the other one.
Honey, we may never get farther than this, if you let me give in to my true hungers, Laura thought, beginning to bite her smooth, bulging black ass everywhere she could, also pinching and groping it aggressively, while Paula moaned and squirmed in wild sexual arousal under her mouth and hands.
While doing this, Laura got a whiff of Paulas aroused pussy, which was clearly oozing and throbbing and blossoming by now, emitting a heady fragrance of unmistakable lust. Paula was squirming and whimpering softly.
Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh yesssss!
But Laura wanted those lovely tiny breasts too, and those large soft black areolas, wanted them in her mouth. She was an oral maniac, and she wanted them. She wanted them in her mouth from the moment she had seen them. She was a breast fiend and could not rest without tasting them. She kissed her way up Paulas naked body, turning her onto her side, until her mouth reached her breasts. Her eyes caught Paulas, who watched in fascination as Laura did not even bother to lick her bulbous black nipple before sucking it deep into her mouth.
Unngghh! Paula groaned, throwing her head back. Yes! Bite it too!
What is it with these wonderful girls? Laura wondered. Handcuffs and biting on the first date? In fact, her mouth was so full of Paulas flesh that she really couldnt bite it without letting some back out. But it was gooey wet with her warm saliva and slipped back out easily, until only the round pulpy bulb of Paulas wet nipple remained between her lips. She knew Paula didnt mean for her really to bite it, not a vicious bite, only a thrilling light little nip that would send hot zinging arrows of pleasure through her breast and the rest of her body. Laura often craved that herself, and was not opposed to delivering it to others, when they wanted it.
She did it, biting first with her lips, then a little touch of her teeth clamping at the end, sinking into the silky soft areola. The effect on Paula was electrifying. She jumped, and squealed.
Nnnnggaiiii! she cried out, but not very loudly. She was, Laura realized, used to fucking in this apartment and knew precisely how much (a real estate expert, after all!) the sound would carry. Ohhnnggg . . . shit . . . yes! Oh god, Laura, if you do that again Im going to come! she panted.
Laura smiled at her, now sucking this delectable, hardening nipple more passionately. Im . . . going to do it to the other one, she gasped, slurping and sucking thirstily.
At the same time, she slid one hand down to Paulas crotch, separating the wet filaments of hair from Paulas swollen, greasy cunt lips with her fingers, then rubbing her clit in rapid swirls while moving her mouth to Paulas other lovely breast and semi-inhaling the bulbous black nipple.
Unngghh . . . anngghh . . . oh god oh shit . . . Laura . . . oh! Paula whimpered, writhing and gasping, surprising Laura and herself, apparently, by quickly rising to a fierce pitch of arousal in almost a split second.
Mmmnnnggg . . . mmnnngggg! Laura hummed happily, sucking Paulas big, mouth-filling nipple and areola hungrily, then nipping it again as she let it slowly slide from her mouth, as she had nipped the first one. She also rubbed Paulas flooding warm pussy even more vigorously.
Nnnggaiii! Paula yelped and twitched again. Ungghh!
But this time Lauras nip seemed to have ignited the tinder of her swelling orgasm, and she suddenly came without warning.
Annngghiiieeee! she exploded in violent thrashing, a sharp convulsion, accompanied by soft but insistent wailing and shrieking. Mmmnnggeeee1 Oh! Mnnggeeee! Oh god!
Laura held her sharply shuddering body, as surprised as Paula apparently was by this quick climax. Wow, she comes even faster than I do sometimes, she thought. She just . . . went up in flames.
Paula was still gasping, though her thrashing and spasming had quickly subsided. This was not an overwhelming storm of an orgasm, but more like a quick, surgical lightning strike, that left her stunned and panting and glassy-eyed. She shook her head slightly, astonished, looking into Lauras eyes. I . . . Ive never . . . come like that. I mean, so fast. She shook her head again in disbelief. I mean . . . fast, but not that fast.
Laughing, Laura kissed her aggressively. Im so envious. Now lets go for another, bigger one.
Oh no . . . oh no, Paula laughed too, wriggling her naked body against Lauras, who could feel Paulas damp, still-hard nipples brushing her own. You have to come too. If I did, you have to.
Honey, youre hardly in a position to do anything about it for me.
Take the handcuffs off and let me fuck you, Paula breathed into Lauras neck, almost the sexiest invitation Laura had ever received. I think you need it.
Oh darling, you are right about that. Laura reached for the keys and had the cuffs off Paulas wrists in seconds. They clanked as she put them and the keys back on the bedside table.
And Paula, who had earlier been almost demure in her shyness, the embarrassed coquette, turned into a female tiger before Lauras eyes. Maybe her quick orgasm had broken the ice (or something, Laura thought excitedly) because she suddenly swarmed over Lauras body like a sexual whirlwind. Laura had no choice but to submit, though she realized she wouldnt have resisted anyway. Paula nearly swallowed her nipples, one at a time, pulping and squeezing her breasts almost viciously as she sucked.
Unhhhh . . . oh oh yes . . . ohhnnnnn! Laura gasped, writhing under her long silky body, feeling Paulas hand in her crotch, probing her flooding pussy. Oh shit, Im going to come pretty fast, too! she thought.
Paula kissed her mouth savagely. Laura kissed back, squeezing her thighs shut on Paulas hand, just as two of Paulas long fingers slid up into her very wet channel. Laura could feel the bed rock underneath her, and she realized it was because she was pumping and squirming violently, with Paula squirming just as violently on top of her.
I thought you were . . . going to . . . fuck me . . . she panted into Paulas shiny black ear. I need to be fucked.
Yes . . . you do, Paula smiled, quickly sliding down Lauras body.
She removed her fingers from Lauras pussy long enough to maul it passionately with her mouth, sucking and tonguing Lauras swollen vulva while she ran one forefinger, already greased with Lauras cunt juices, up and down the crack of Lauras ass. She had a long tongue, and Laura could feel it wriggling all the way up into her pussy.
Oh . . . oh! she cried out, feeling her body leap with flame.
From this point on she had no idea how long it took to get to the end, but several moments later she spilled over in a hot, gushing torrent of coming, whooping and digging her heels into the mattress and hammering it with her elbows and pushing her throbbing cunt into Paulas mouth as fierce shocks ripped through her body, then were quickly gone as soon as they had arrived.
Mmmnngngggiiieee! she wailed, softly too, as if mimicking the soft, ecstatic cries that had emanated from Paulas throat only minutes earlier, wrenching cries of sexual release, but moderated to fit the venue, as if each of them instinctively knew how much the walls would hold. Anngghhhh! Oh! Oh! Unnnmmmgghhh! Oh god, yes! Paula Paula. Oh . . . you are wonderful! she gasped, looking down her own still-heaving naked body at Paulas face between her thighs, her lips still fastened to Lauras aching pussy.
Paula grinned with pride as she slowly pulled away and sat up, her thick, sensual lips shiny with Lauras love juice. She licked them ostentatiously, making sure Laura saw her. You taste good, she whispered.
Laura stretched languorously, feeling Paulas eyes on her body. It was nice to be desired. She let her eyes drift over Paulas delicious black nakedness the same way. I dont know how we can both go back to work, she said, drowsily.
Paula stretched out next to her and they kissed lovingly for a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of their warm bodies rubbing, enjoying the after-sex smell of each other. I dont know about you, but Ill get fired if Im not back in about half an hour. Thats just time to shower your smell off me and skedaddle.
Laura sniffed her forearm. I dont know, she mused, I think I might just want to smell you all day on me.
You better not, Paula warned playfully. Somebody be thinking you popped in bed with a nigga girl, if youre not careful.
Theyd be envying me, if they could see you now, Laura said, letting her eyes devour Paulas naked flesh.
Dont be tempting me, now, Paula teased. Im in the shower first, you second.
Wish I could join you. I love fucking in the shower.
Paula beamed. Thats the sweetest thing youve ever said to me. Lets do a rain check, okay?
Reluctantly, Laura agreed. In fifteen more minutes, they were both freshly showered and dressed, standing by the door of Paulas apartment before she opened it. Laura kissed her wildly sensual mouth and cupped one of her small breasts through her clothes, giving it a gently squeeze. Next time . . . fucking our brains out in the shower, she murmured against Paulas silky black cheek.
Dont do that, youre making me wet all over again, Paula playfully pushed her away and opened the door. So, she said as she locked it again behind them. Your friend Ms. Bell will take the apartment? The second one?
I guess shell have to see it first herself. But I think so.
Paula looked suddenly glum. You and she will be . . . you know, doing it together there, instead of you doing it with me.
Laura looked around, seeing no one, and kissed her on the nose. Your partner will be back from Guatemala, she reminded her. Dont worry. Well find a way.
Paula broke into a happy smile. We better.
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Keywords: FF, cons, interr, rom
Part: Chapter 65
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 65
Exhausted from a day in which she had fucked with three
different people (not including her private little video episode
with Brandi), Laura slept soundly. And yet, when she awoke in the
morning, it was from a dream of Cecilia. She had been holding the
beautiful, coal-black girl in her arms, and Cecilia had been coming
extravagantly, her stunning face torn with ecstacy.
Laura could hardly believe it. I'm just way oversexed, that's
all, she thought. How could I dream of her like that, after what I
went through yesterday? Her asshole was still wide open, and it
burned from the reaming Rob had inflicted on it.
But when she saw Cecilia at work, she found herself quickly
making up a story to get around the lie she had told the girl
yesterday.
"I think it was a false alarm," she whispered to Cecilia, when
they were both in the ladies room. "I didn't get my period after
all. I want you."
Cecilia's eyes widened with excitement. She smiled happily.
"I want you too. Meet me at my car after work."
Laura took her home again and this time they fucked heatedly,
with little regard for the clock, bringing each other to long
strings of orgasms, until Cecilia finally left, exhausted, at six-
thirty, a half an hour late. Even though they had not reached
twenty orgasms, they had come close in only a little over an hour,
and Laura wondered how long they could sustain this hunger for each
other.
But the following day, even that speculation suddenly
disappeared as she was told she was going to Dallas for a trade
show, and would have to leave immediately. Dallas!
Her heart nearly stopped. Jonelle!
And up until the time she actually boarded the plane, her
feelings were a turmoil of butterflies mixed with deep, agonized
longing for Jonelle. She would be in the same city with her, and
yet not know where she was. She wouldn't even see her, when they
were that close. As if Jonelle would consent to a meeting anyway.
But Laura remembered the letter. 'I still love you' the
letter had said. 'I don't hate you.'
On the plane she had two drinks, just to keep herself from
thinking about it. But nothing could stop her from thinking about
it. In her hotel room, at about three in the afternoon, she found
herself looking through the phone book. And she came across Roberts
J, with a number and no listed address. Oh god! she thought. It's
her! It has to be her!
But it wasn't. She phoned it, her heart in her throat, and
got an old woman, who snapped at her. The woman's name was Judy
Roberts. Laura was ashen and dejected as she hung up the phone.
Her eyes blurred with angry tears. But then she noticed,
right below J Roberts, another possibility: J S Roberts.
I can't, she told herself. I can't try it again.
She took a shower. She looked at her naked body in the mirror
while towelling off. She had put it through a lot since Jonelle.
Only today was her ass feeling normal again, after Rob's ferocious
rape. But it still looked pretty good. If she saw it, Laura
thought, she'd be tempted. Wouldn't she? Wouldn't she want to . .
. touch me?
She stood by the phone again, in her bathrobe, staring at it.
Should I? How can I not?
She picked it up and dialed the second number. A little boy
answered. Laura's heart was beating frantically, and her breath was
short.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this . . . Eric Roberts?" A stab in the dark.
"How'd you know?"
Laura just about dissolved into tears of relief this time.
But she caught herself. "Oh . . . I'm an old friend of your Mom's.
I just took a wild guess. Is . . . she home? Your Mom?"
"She's at work. Don't get home till about six."
"Oh. Well. Maybe I'll call her then."
Now Eric remembered his manners. "Can I tell her who you
are?" he asked.
"Oh . . . no, I guess not. I'll surprise her. Don't tell
her. Thank you, Eric."
"You're welcome."
"Bye now."
"Bye."
She kept herself busy with work until six, but then got a real
case of nerves as she sat by the phone, trying to work up the
courage to call again. What if she hangs up? What if she doesn't
even want to see me? And what if I do see her but can't have her?
She was a wreck. Finally, gritting her teeth, she picked up
the phone and dialed, holding her breath.
"Hello?"
It was Jonelle's voice. Laura was paralyzed. She couldn't
even speak.
"Hello?" Jonelle said again. "Who is this?"
"Jonelle it's Laura," Laura said in one quick breath, running
the words together. "Don't hang up please. Please."
There was a long pause, but Jonelle didn't hang up. When she
spoke again, her voice was very soft, faraway. "I . . . wouldn't
hang up. Where are you?"
"I . . . I'm here. Dallas. I'm attending a trade show."
Laura began to cry without knowing why. "I couldn't keep myself
from . . . calling you," she sobbed softly.
"Don't cry, Laura," Jonelle said patiently. "Did you get my
letter?"
"Yes."
"Don't cry. No reason to cry." Laura's crying seemed to bite
deeply into Jonelle.
"I want to see you. But I'll understand, if you don't want
to. We could meet in public. Nothing would happen, I swear it."
Another long pause. Jonelle was thinking. Laura was holding
her breath, biting her lower lip. The urge to cry was gone.
"I don't think so," Jonelle finally said, in nearly a whisper.
"Please!"
I'll do anything! Laura wanted to say. She wanted to beg,
plead, implore.
"Oh god, Jonelle, I love you, I love you," she suddenly let
her voice pour into the telephone, losing all control. "Just let me
see you for a moment. Only a moment. I won't even . . ."
"Won't even what?" Jonelle said, but not sharply. Instead,
her voice was punctuated by soft giggles, as if Laura were being
preposterous.
"You're laughing at me," Laura said, softly.
"No, I'm not," Jonelle said evenly. "You want to come over
here for dinner?"
Laura gulped. "Oh god, yes!"
"Eric will be here, so remember it's just dinner, all right?"
"Of course. I told you. Nothing else."
"Come right away. I'm fixing it right now. Take a cab."
She gave Laura directions. Laura had the cab driver stop so
she could pick up a bottle of wine. She was so nervous she almost
feared she would wet her pants. And it wasn't sexual wet, this
time. It was fear. Fear of rejection. And yet over the phone
Jonelle had seemed relaxed and friendly.
She greeted Laura at the door of her apartment with a broad
grin and a careful hug.
"Laura, so good to see you."
Laura was speechless. Jonelle had changed her hair, wearing
it out from her head, with fetching bangs, and she looked more
gorgeous that even Laura remembered. Laura's words were all tangled
up inside her throat.
"I . . ." she gulped, thrusting the wine in its grocery bag
out into Jonelle's arms.
"This is Eric."
"Hi," Eric said.
"Hi. We spoke on the phone this afternoon," Laura stammered.
But she had finally got her voice back. "Jonelle . . . you look
beautiful."
Jonelle closed the door. "You too," she smiled. She shook
her head. "Some times I can't believe how beautiful you are."
"Well, enough flattering each other," Laura said as she
removed her coat.
She and Jonelle were uncomfortable, but Eric soon made
everything okay by warming to Laura, and showing her his model
planes. They had a simple dinner, and Jonelle talked about her job,
and her new life in Dallas. Each had a glass of wine, but only one,
which loosened them up. After dinner Eric did his homework while
Laura and Jonelle remained at the kitchen table.
Only now, when they were more alone than before, did Laura
start feeling the stirrings of sexual desire. After all, the girl
was shockingly beautiful. If I'd never met her, I'd still want her,
she realized. But she controlled her feelings ruthlessly.
Just sitting across from Jonelle, being able to look at her,
made her throb with happiness. And Jonelle seemed happy too. But
after Eric went to bed, things grew more uncomfortable. They both
knew what was in the air.
Laura even reached across the table and put her hand on
Jonelle's, gazing deeply into her eyes. But Jonelle slowly pulled
her hand back. She shook her head slowly, slowly.
"I know," Laura said, bleakly. "I wasn't trying anything.
Really."
Suddenly two big tears rolled down Jonelle's cheeks. "I
haven't let anyone touch me since you did," she whispered, so softly
that Laura could barely hear her.
Laura felt a pang of guilt. She herself had had enough
fucking for two or three lifetimes since she had seen Jonelle.
"But you're so beautiful," she said. "Men must be fighting
each other to take you out."
Jonelle smiled grimly. "They want to. I don't want to."
Laura looked at her fingers. "I shouldn't have come."
"No. I'm glad you came. I . . . miss you, Laura. I never
knew anyone like you."
The tears kept rolling. They spilled off Jonelle's silken
cheeks onto the table.
"It kills me to see you cry," Laura said. "I'd better leave."
She hoped against hope to hear Jonelle say, No, don't leave.
Stay. Stay with me tonight. But Jonelle nodded, slowly,
resignedly.
In the livingroom, Jonelle was still silently crying, the big
tears turning her cheeks slick and wet. Laura couldn't resist
reaching for her as she tried to get Laura's coat. Jonelle almost
fell into her arms, and their lips met in a searching, long,
emotional kiss. Both of them were trembling with longing and sexual
need by the time their mouths came apart.
"My son is asleep in this apartment," Jonelle whispered
against Laura's cheek.
Her tears were all over Laura's face now too. Laura kissed
her again, more briefly this time. "I know," she breathed. "I
would never do anything to hurt you, or him. Never. I love you,
Jonelle."
She opened the door. Jonelle looked desolate. She grapped
Laura's sleeve, then closed the door again, pushing Laura against
it, kissing Laura desperately.
"I love you too, Laura," she whispered against Laura's teeth.
"I wish---"
"Don't say it," Laura interrupted her. She pressed two
fingers against Jonelle's ravishing, sensual mouth. "Don't say it.
Let me imagine it."
Laura slipped out and ran downstairs. She caught a cab a
block away, almost doubled over with the pain of leaving Jonelle
like that. It was the bitterest experience of her life, and on the
way back to the hotel in the cab she herself cried in an agony of
loss.
Back in her room, she spent most of the night staring into the
darkness, aching. Around 3 a.m. she fell asleep in the chair,
awakening at 7, stiff and dry and feeling the hurt worse than ever.
She took a bath, fell asleep in it again, and awoke when the water
got cold. It was a little after 8. She had to be at the trade show
by 9, but she couldn't get herself interested in it.
Finally, she dressed, and was about to leave her room for the
meeting rooms below in the hotel, when her phone rang. Who could
that be? She picked it up.
"Laura?" It was Jonelle, her voice tentative and faint.
"Yes," Laura said, trying to survive the shock of hearing
Jonelles voice after thinking about her all night. "Yes, Jonelle.
It's so good to hear your voice."
"I'm downstairs. Here. In your hotel. Can I come up?"
"Oh god, yes, please, come up. Come up now." She tried not
to let the plangent longing in her voice become too overpowering.
"You'll have to tell me the room number. They won't tell me,
you know."
"Of course. Room 833."
"I'll be there in a minute."
Laura put down the phone and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face seemed gaunt and hollow and stricken, but a new light was
now glowing in her eyes, and she realized that she was still alive.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at her door.
She let Jonelle in. "I thought you were supposed to be at
work," she said.
"I thought you were supposed to be at that show downstairs."
"I don't have to be there until nine," Laura said, looking at
her watch. It was almost eight thirty.
Laura closed the door. Jonelle watched her.
"Don't you want to put that inside lock on?" Jonelle asked,
seeming nervous for some reason. "What if some crazy person has a
key? You know, I read about some robberies going on in these
downtown hotels."
"Okay, if you think so," Laura said, fastening the lock.
"Here, let me take your coat."
She draped Jonelle's coat over the back of the straight chair,
then turned to find Jonelle standing right behind her. Their faces
were inches apart. Laura could feel Jonelle's warm breath on her
face, and it was enough to nearly send her reeling.
"Oh baby baby," she murmured softly as Jonelle moved into her
arms.
At first their kiss was slow and searching, like last night's,
but soon it became hot and demanding. While they were still kissing
Jonelle began whimpering, and Laura moaned softly. Both had been so
excited from seeing each other last night that Laura had not noticed
that Jonelle had gained weight. No longer rail-thin, as she had
been, she had put on about ten pounds, and Laura's fingers could
feel the new firm flesh as she squeezed and caressed Jonelle while
their tongues probed and intermingled.
One of the two kingsized beds in the room was right behind
them, and they half-fell, half-sat on it, devouring each other's
mouths more than kissing now. Laura's lips ran up and down Jonelle's
wonderful smooth black neck. Jonelle shut her eyes, but then opened
them again, kissing Laura back, kissing Laura's throat, her ear, her
cheek.
"Couldn't stay away from you," she murmured. "I need you too
bad."
"I can't stop kissing you," Laura said.
But she was reluctant to make any other move, even though it
was clear why Jonelle had come. I can't let her think I only want
her for sex, she thought.
But Jonelle seemed to know what Laura was feeling. Without
asking, she began to unbutton the back of Laura's blouse as they
kissed. Soon she had it half-removed, and her mouth fell to Laura's
shoulder, then moved to her clavicle, then dipped to the upper
slopes of Laura's breasts.
Laura took this as permission. Jonelle was wearing a thin
yellow jersey, and Laura began tugging it up, over her bra, until
both of them finally had to pull it over her head. Laura shrugged
off her loose blouse, and they kissed slowly, solemnly again. Now
Laura dropped her lips to Jonelle's delicious dark shoulder and
devoured it, pulling off the bra strap in the process.
It was only a few more inches to the clasp between Jonelle's
shallow bra cups, and Laura's fingers had it undone in a second.
She pulled the cups away and saw that Jonelle's weight gain had
given her small but very real breasts, where there had been only
swellings and large soft black nipples before. Laura cupped them
and squeezed them with her hands, licking one of Jonelle's bulbous,
protruding nipples.
But before she could go on, Jonelle pulled her head up. Her
eyes were deep, as Laura had remembered them, deep and dark,
swirling with love and need and solemn joy.
"Let's do this right," she whispered. "Let's get under the
covers together and do it all day."
Laura knew this was Jonelle's way of saying they should both
be naked.
"I don't know," she purred. "I kind of like raping you, with
half your clothes on and half off."
"Oh. You always were so evil," Jonelle beamed, reaching
behind Laura to unclasp her bra.
Quickly they helped each other undress. Then Laura pulled
back the spread and blankets, and they got under the sheet.
"Satisfied?" she asked, pulling Jonelle's lean, naked,
beautiful body against hers.
"Mmmmm, not yet," Jonelle smiled. "But almost."
They began making love slowly, patiently, reawakening their
love and lust for each other, but both were too hungry to take it
slowly for long. Laura couldn't just kiss Jonelle's new, exquisite
breasts, but had to nearly swallow them. And Jonelle nearly did the
same to Laura's. In minutes they were whimpering and squirming.
Laura slipped down between the moaning Jonelle's thighs,
kissing her freely flowing cunt, tonguing it lovingly. And even
though she was not a quick or easy comer, Jonelle's pent up need
came gushing forth. Every muscle in her lean body seemed to clench.
She arched her back, her face contorted in brief agony that quickly
ran to fierce pleasure, and she came furiously.
"Aaanngghhuummmggnn!" she cried out, her body shuddering as
Laura continued to tongue-caress her spasming pussy. "Oh! Oh Laura
god Laura! Ungghmmnnghiieeee!"
Without stopping, Laura managed to get the corner of the sheet
up to Jonelle's mouth, to muffle her helpless screams of rapture.
But after a moment she let her hand relax, for Jonelle had sunk into
her trance of ecstacy, a deep swoon of silent, trembling bliss that
consumed her for minutes. When she finally surfaced from it, Laura
was holding her, kissing her, and Jonelle was stunned and reeling
from shock.
Her eyes watered, and then tears slid slowly down her cheeks.
But only a few. She looked at Laura.
"Every time you see me, I'm crying," she whispered, almost
inaudibly.
"But this time good crying," Laura whispered back.
"I don't know how you can make me feel like that. Nobody ever
made me feel like that."
The intermingling of their emotions, as well as their naked
bodies, was so intense that Laura was on the verge of coming
herself, just from her deep interaction with Jonelle's climax. And
when Jonelle began to kiss her, she nearly swooned too.
"Oh! Ohhnnnnn!" she sighed as Jonelle kissed her way slowly
down Laura's body.
She lingered over Laura's breasts, squeezing and sucking them
lovingly, sucking even harder when Laura begged her, bringing Laura,
who was already almost coming, quickly to the brink of a sharp
orgasm.
"Ahh! Oh . . . oh god honey . . . oh I'm going to come Jon .
. . oh god Jonelle yes yes . . . touch me touch my pussy I'm going
oh oh!" she panted, almost hysterically, churning her hips
frantically.
"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . ." Jonelle murmured, her fingers
rhythmically stroking Laura's distended clit.
Laura came in a sudden, blinding flash. Even though she knew
she was going to come, the power of it stunned her, robbing her of
breath, wrenching her in a sublime ecstacy. Her feelings for
Jonelle were so deep that this climax was a shattering experience
for her, sending her deep, deep into the same zone of rapture
Jonelle had visited. Her body throbbed and pulsed with honeyfire,
and it was a long time before even a groan escaped from her throat.
"Aunngghhhh!" she cried out. "Oh! Oh! Oh . . . Jonelle oh
god!"
She didn't pass out, but it was a close call, and it took her
a while to drift back to consciousness from behind a shattering
explosion of bliss. Jonelle was hugging and stroking and kissing
her, and she smiled as their lips met again.
"God, how could we ever live without each other?" Laura asked
softly. "I thought I was going to die."
Jonelle's eyes were full of love. "I missed you, Laura."
"If we make each other come like that, we'll both be dead by
the end of the day."
Jonelle smiled warmly, pulling Laura's naked body roughly
against hers. "I think we might be able to do a little more before
we get into the danger area," she said, showing a sexual
aggressiveness that Laura had only seen a few times in the past, and
that contrasted so fetchingly with her shyness.
"Ummmm, so you want more, do you?" Laura teased.
Jonelle rolled onto her back, pulling Laura over on top of
her. Her dark eyes were solemn. "Never no one but you," she said,
her eyes filling with tears again as she pulled Laura's mouth down
into her own, giving Laura a fierce, demanding kiss.
And this time they each gave free reign to their hunger for
one another. The first time they had both been ready to burst,
having contained their pent up need, both emotional and physical,
for so long. But now they wanted to consume each other, and they
tore at each other heatedly, whimpering, biting, fucking in a wild,
passionate fury of desire.
They each made the other come twice more, and before either
could come down from the second climax Laura was entwining her legs
with Jonelle and bringing their hot, squinchy, wet pussies together.
She had never done this with Jonelle, and the girl nearly fainted
from the intensity of sensation as she felt her pussy being kissed
by Laura's.
"Oh! Oh Jesus!" she moaned, staring straight into Laura's
eyes as their cunts met and mashed together. "Oh . . . oh Laura!
Oh god!"
"Hold on, baby, hold on," Laura coached her. "Grab my leg and
. . . yes, fuck me, like that, unh . . . unh! Yes, harder, unggh!"
Grinding their pulsing, wet pussies together, they moaned and
murmured to one another, each stroking the other's leg, holding it
and fucking the other one hard, their bodies surging and twisting
together as they drove each other crazy. As they drew closer to a
climax, Laura pushed herself up off the bed, so that she was really
on top, with Jonelle under her, Jonelle's right leg raised high in
the air and propped on Laura's shoulder.
This gave Laura more leverage, and she began fucking Jonelle
even harder, driving the girl into a delirium of sweet wild sexual
pleasure, pushing the slippery wet lips of her cunt into Jonelle's
soupy warm slit. Just looking at Jonelle's beautiful face, torn
with wild sexual excitement, and her small, gorgeous, jiggling
breasts and the rest of her lean, lovely body straining and writhing
as Laura fucked her made Laura nearly spill over herself with coming
before she was ready. She had never seen anything so beautiful, nor
had she felt such love mingled with such overpowering lust.
Jonelle began to come, stunned by the force of her orgasm, and
Laura was right behind, whinnying uncontrollably as the sharp spasms
of a fierce climax ripped through her flesh.
"Auungghh!" she groaned, whimpering, then moaning as
successive waves of shattering pleasure wracked her body.
But Jonelle had sunk again into her reeling rapture, and was
making no sound. Instead, she was locked in a deep trance, her face
transfigured, her body shuddering as the phenomenally strong orgasm
wrenched her in repeating sharp spasms. Laura, still panting,
disentangled their legs and embraced Jonelle, kissing her again as
she slowly surfaced from the depths of her bliss.
"Dear god," she finally said, eyes glazed, staring up at
Laura. "You tryin' to kill me with fuckin' all over again."
"No, trying to love you to death," Laura said, kissing her
with deep feeling.
"It felt so good," Jonelle beamed. "Feeling your . . . you
know, your thingee, pressed against mine. I just came and came."
"Me too. I can't get enough of you."
They rested and fucked and rested and fucked through the rest
of the morning. By noon each had climaxed ten or eleven times.
They ordered room service, and Jonelle hid in the bathroom when it
was delivered since both were nervous about the moaning they had
done, wondering if anyone outside in the hallway had heard them.
Laura remembered her hotel room experience with Yvette, when a
bellhop had leered at them afterward and made salacious remarks.
"Aren't you supposed to be going to that trade show
downstairs?" Jonelle asked Laura after lunch.
Laura nodded. "I'll tell you something honestly. If I lost
my job over this, I wouldn't care. To have you here . . . it's just
the best thing in my life."
Now Laura began to cry, softly, tears rolling quickly down her
cheeks.
"Girl, if it's not me, it's you," Jonelle said, coming around
the small table to her, kissing her tears, then slipping her hands
inside Laura's robe. "Guess we have to do a little more healing of
the wounds," she whispered.
"I . . . guess so," Laura smiled through her tears.
She didn't know how they could have a more emotionally or
physically wrenching fuck than they had already had during the
morning, but they did. The lunch pause seemed to have energized
them both, and they made love first with a slow, simmering leisure,
doing sixty-nine for the first time that day. But after a half hour
of slow buildup, they began writhing and pumping again.
Jonelle, more aggressive than Laura had ever seen her, brought
Laura to three gasping, moaning, whinnying climaxes in a row,
fucking her hard, biting Laura's nipples after Laura begged her to,
and even fingering Laura's ass while Laura came exultantly. Then it
was Laura's turn to return the favor. She lavished a symphony of
sexual skill on the beautiful girl, toying with Jonelle, who was
already wildly aroused, bringing her up, letting her down, but not
letting her come, until Jonelle was actually begging her.
Finally, she gave in, swarming over Jonelle's beautiful, lean,
smooth, undulting body, kissing and squeezing and sucking her,
bringing uncontrollable moans of need from her. Childbirth had made
Jonelle's nipples less sensitive, and she liked Laura to bite them,
so now, fucking her hard, Laura nearly swallowed the exquisite
little breasts, one at a time, letting each one escape from her
mouth only to catch Jonelle's nipple between her teeth and sink them
slowly into it.
Jonelle exploded in a prolonged sequence of orgasms that
Laura kept going by clever caresses. She had already come almost a
dozen times, and Laura knew these orgasms were deeper and more
excruciating than the earlier ones. Carefully, she covered
Jonelle's mouth, then sucked her small breasts hard and scissored
her clit with two fingers, feeling Jonelle buck and shudder, then
sink into a fierce trance of coming.
And while she was still sunk deep in the rapture, Laura slid
down and began to tongue Jonelle's beautifully shaped pussy, the
most beautiful Laura had ever seen, and she had seen many. She
licked and kissed it and slid her tongue way up inside, nuzzling
Jonelle's clit, then flicking it with her tongue.
"Ohnnnn!" Jonelle moaned, surfacing from her deep orgasm,
writhing, stretching, arching her back, quivering sharply. "Oh . .
. oh god oh Jesus Laura . . . please oh god please unhhh! Oh!
Unggghh! Oh god . . . I'm going to . . . again! Oh shit, again!
Ungghh! Oh!"
She went into convulsions, coming in glorious, wrenching
shocks, nearly passing out as Laura kept up the pressure, fucking
her harder, turning her over. Now Laura focused on Jonelle's small,
shapely, beautiful ass. God, is there anything about this woman
that isn't totally gorgeous? she wondered as she began kissing and
kneading Jonelle's hard, round little buns passionately.
Only Chanitra had a more beautiful ass, and not by much.
Laura devoured it, kissing the smooth round moons, then biting,
nipping them, bringing hot squeals of excitement from Jonelle.
Laura was rubbing her wet pussy at the same time, then invading the
crack between Jonelle's tight little buns with her tongue. Jonelle
went wild. She squimred and whimpered into the sheet.
Laura knew what she was doing and timed the entrance of her
tongue into Jonelle's tiny asshole to coincide with the push of her
two fingers against Jonelle's clit, which quickly sent Jonelle off
into another convulsive, moonstruck, shattering orgasm. Laura
continued to tongue-fuck the wriggling girl's beautiful ass while
she came. But this was merely a prelude to the rape that followed.
Laura turned the still-coming Jonelle again onto her back,
sliding a pillow under her squirming ass, and turned up the heat a
notch or two. Now that Jonelle's asshole was lubricated with
Laura's saliva, she slid first one, then two fingers into it while
continuing to assault Jonelle's beautiful, flowing pussy with her
mouth. And now she fucked the girl hard, bringing Jonelle up again
from her trance of ecstacy, triggering yet another fierce orgasm.
"Unngghh! Oh . . . oh god Laura . . . please!" Jonelle
whimpered. "OH GOD! AUUNGGHH!" she cried as she came again, this
time a violent shock of convulsions that wrenched her beautiful
body.
"Oh baby . . . oh baby!" Laura murmured, hanging onto Jonelle
as the girl endured a fierce total rapture.
Laura had never seen anyone come any harder. It was about the
seventeenth or eighteenth orgasm Jonelle had had since she had
walked through the door, and after the initial explosion this time
she did actually pass out for a few seconds. Laura held her and
rocked her, and she came back quickly, her eyelids fluttering as she
gazed up at Laura.
"You makin' me into a sex fiend, I swear," Jonelle whispered
hoarsely. "What would my little boy think if he saw me layin' here
with you, comin' like that?"
"He wouldn't see it, I hope," Laura said calmly. "Why, aren't
you happy?"
Jonelle's eyes watered. "Don't you make me start crying
again, Laura. I've never been this happy."
"Me either," Laura confessed, surrendered her own body now to
Jonelle, who swarmed over her in passion and gratitude, fucking
Laura ingeniously, patiently, creatively until Laura too was coming
in unbelievable long strings of orgasms, her body pushed to its
sexual limits.
In the next twenty minutes, Laura had six orgasms, each one
stronger than the last, the final one a fierce, wrenching,
excruciating bell-ringer that had her groaning, whinnying
helplessly, and sobbing uncontrollably into the sheets as Jonelle
first cranked up the tension to an unbearable level, having learned
her lessons well, then let the dam burst with a shockingly throrough
rape of Laura.
When Laura finally came back from a long swoon of ecstacy, she
shook her head, smiling at Jonelle. "Looks like I've created a
monster," she teased. "You raped me."
Jonelle lowered her head, trying to look guilty. "I wanted
to."
"Oh, you delicious woman!" Laura exclaimed, pulling the
delightful Jonelle down into the rumpled sheets, where both had
given one another more orgasms than they had ever shared before. "I
remember the night you were scandalized because I dared to kiss
you."
"I still am," Jonelle said, eyes wide. "I really don't
believe we're doing this now. And all day, too."
"I know." Laura felt the pressure of time suddenly. "How
long can you stay?"
Jonelle burst into giggles. "Don't much matter now," she
said. "I don't think either one of us has another climax left."
Laura knew she was right. They had exhausted one another.
And yet the idea of parting pierced her deep in her heart. They
lived in different cities now. And of course the matter of Yvette,
and Laura's relationship with her, had never come up. But Jonelle
could see what she was feeling. She kissed Laura's cheek.
"I know what you feel," she whispered. "I feel it too."
Jonelle's eyes watered. "But we'll see each other. I know we
will."
But the tears were already streaking Laura's cheeks. "Is this
really all we're going to have of each other? Just a hotel room,
once a year, or less?" she wept softly. "Jonelle . . . I love you.
I know I hurt you. But . . . I never felt this way for anyone
else."
She knew she was lying. What about Rina? What about Brandi?
Or even Karen? But at least she didn't feel any more for them than
she felt for this sweet girl. Rina was gone. Brandi would never be
hers for more than a few hours. Karen and she together were sick,
perverted. But Jonelle . . . ?
They cried some more together.
"God, all we've done today is fuck and cry, cry and fuck,"
Laura finally giggled, her tears mingling with Jonelle's as they
became sexually entangled again, knowing it would be the last time
for . . . how long?
"Since we been crying, guess it's time to start fucking
again," Jonelle smiled through her own tears, making them both
laugh.
And even though they had both climaxed over twenty times and
were exhausted, they coiled together as if this were the last time
ever and they had to make it count. And Laura knew, as Jonelle
knew, that indeed it could be the last time. Who could say?
And though they had shared some sweet, intensely emotional sex
together in the past, they made this the most agonizingly intense
ever. They explored one another patiently, even ingeniously, but by
the time they were both ready to come, they were face to face, tears
pouring down their cheeks as they kissed and coaxed one another into
helpless, quaking, yearning spasms of killing ecstacy.
It was the saddest and most joyous moment Laura had ever
experienced, and she knew Jonelle felt that way too, except perhaps
for the birth of her son. When they came, together, both were
staring deeply into each other's eyes, throbbing and dying together
on the same wave, their bodies linked and melting together
everywhere.
By the time Jonelle quickly put on her clothes and left, they
were both so physically and emotionally fatigued that they could
barely speak. At the door of Laura's hotel room, they kissed again,
deeply, both in agony at parting.
"I simply can't live without you, Jonelle," Laura whispered to
her.
Jonelle smiled bleakly. "We have to."
"I know. But I can't."
"You know where I am. You call me. You the one with the big
corporate job. You come visit me. Okay?"
"Okay."
They had no more to say. After another long look deep into
each other, Jonelle slipped out and Laura watched her walk down the
hotel corridor to the elevator.
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Laura - Chapter 341
As she had warned Laura she would probably do, Allisha had managed to involve herself in two separate lesbian relationships, since, as she had told Laura, youre already taken. In the past, Laura would have experienced some serious heart pangs over this, since she irrationally wanted her darlings exclusively for herself, even though she would never ignore Makeeda for even one of them, as she (and they) well knew. But now, over the years, she had grown: they had lives too, and she would not begrudge them a rich and varied sex agenda. She could only sulk and stew privately.
True, she had her hands full juggling Nyomi, and Bonnie, and Frankie, all while Makeeda was out of town; with occasional dalliances in the arms of Deshona, or recently Dee Dee, Arthell and Shelley. That ought to be enough to hold anyone, she thought. Even an insatiable lover of sweet black pussy like me.
But it was not. She still could not resist dropping into Walgreens now and then to flirt with Gail. Of course, it was flirting only to Laura, not to Gail. Who could say what Gail thought of it, why this thirtyish married woman Laura (three more times Laura had had to correct her from Lana to Laura; thats the kind of impression Ive made on her, she thought in waspish asperity) was always hanging around her with her tongue metaphorically out. Their Friday date to meet and share some green tea or ice cream had fallen through when Gails boyfriend, who was in college at UCLA, suddenly appeared in town. This really wilted Lauras flower. Her boyfriend, for Christs sake! Why are you keeping this up, Laura?
And then there was Allisha, who began haunting her dreams. She had not seen the girl for months. Maybe that was why Allisha began to show up in Technicolor, but always fully clothed, in one dream after another. They were not even sexual dreams. Allisha was just sitting in a chair to the side while something else, a dreamscape, was going on. Or waiting at a bus stop. Or a face in the crowd. Or walking down a path in the park. Laura watching. Laura marveling at the honey-gold streaks in her hair. Of course when Laura woke up from the dream, it all became sexual in an instant. The mere wisp of a memory of this beautiful girl was enough to make her wet, make her pulse race. She could feel the blood pumping in her throat.
She phoned her several times but always got her voice mail. Leave a message. Okay. I will.
This is your love slave, Laura. Calling to ask you why youve been persecuting me in my dreams lately with your incredible beauty. Call me.
Okay, this is your love slave Laura, again. I know Ive done you wrong by not calling, but I cant get you out of my mind. Call me. Please.
Believe me, I hate to grovel, darling. Its your love slave again. I need you to chain me to the bed and punish me with kisses. And more. Please.
This was getting silly. Laura actually did feel like she was groveling. Ive got to stop it. Its not dignified. Itll turn her off instead of on.
But it did not turn Allisha off, though it was another week before she called back. Hello, is this my love slave Laura?
You bitch. My honeys back in town. What took you so long?
Allisha was aloof. She was very good at being aloof. When Laura had first met her, on the Muni Metro, it had seemed that the Sanctified Goddess of Aloof was her standard face to the world. Excuse me, love slave, but I have honeys too, you know. I have two now. One, they are hella jealous, and two, they take up a lot of my time . . . just, you know, doing me to heaven every day. I didnt have time to call you back until now.
Oooohhhh god, youre make my blood thump, Laura laughed into the phone. God, you are hot.
Thats what my honeys say, too, Allisha flirted. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. But they cant find my Gee! spot, like you. Gee!
Id like to be finding it with my tongue right now, Laura whispered back.
There was silence at the other end of the line. Or the air, since they were talking on cell phones. Gosh, people could be eavesdropping on us, Laura realized. Arent cell phone conversations insecure? She could hear Allisha breathing and giggling softly on the other end. No kidding, Laura. Nobody has ever been able to find it but you.
Give me another chance. What are you doing right now? Laura was again on the BART train, on her way home.
I thought you wouldnt fool around when your honey is home.
Youre right. Lauras shoulders slumped. I wont.
Doesnt matter, Allisha said brightly. I cant anyway. Ive got my period. And Im driving to a job interview.
A job interview? Its six oclock in the evening.
Its at a restaurant in Sausalito.
Laura knew what it was like to have an affair with a restaurant employee. Makeeda had been the hostess at La Rondine when they had first met. I hardly ever saw her, she thought glumly. And when I did see her, she was too exhausted for fucking. Or anything! A restaurant! She let her disappointment show in her voice.
Got to work somewhere, Allisha said calmly. I have experience as a cook. You never hung around long enough to find out anything about me. Just wanted my body, I guess. Like all the others. Allisha was not above the intentional dig.
It was hard to tell over the phone whether she meant this or not. She was very bright and very sharp-witted, and so it seemed unlikely that she thought Laura underestimated her. You know thats a lie, Laura said gently. I did not know you cooked, though. Not food, anyway.
Allisha laughed. Laura, I missed you. Not only the Gee! spot stuff, but everything else too. I cant keep this up. Ive got to hang up. Its illegal to talk and drive now, you know. And Im going onto the Golden Gate Bridge. Have to concentrate. Do you know how many fatal crashes there are on this bridge? Call me again when your honey leaves town. Well have a little reunion.
Im dying to see you, Laura murmured to her one last time before she hung up.
In fact, sweet as thoughts of Allisha certainly were, Makeeda was home, and the usual effect that had on them both was to blot out everything else but their renewed intimacies and sexual fervor. Allisha now stayed out of her dreams for a few weeks, since Laura was usually too tired after exuberant, often emotionally draining, fucking with Makeeda to dream anyway. Finally Makeeda was off again to appear in clubs in Seattle, Minneapolis, and Atlanta. Laura took a couple days to recover, but then found herself one evening after work driving Gail home from her yoga class.
Im so glad you could do this, Gail said, about the tenth time she had thanked Laura.
No problem. I had to work a little late anyway. It was only seven oclock. Its nice to see you.
There wasnt much of Gail to see, however. The fantasies Laura had indulged at one time about seeing her in a tight-fitting leotard were crushed. Gail wore simple sweatpants and a loose basketball jersey with a big crimson number 43 on the back.
Who is forty-three? Laura asked her as she got into the car.
Gail shrugged. I havent the faintest. Some dopey basketball player, I guess.
I thought maybe you were a fan.
Not me. Jason is a Lakers fan. But I dont think this is a Lakers jersey. Wrong color. Look, Im so glad you could pick me up. The car I usually borrow from Prentice, one of my roommates, broke down. I think he said water pump or something. Anyway, youre a life saver.
And you havent yet guessed Im trying to get into your pants, you cutie? Laura wondered. But maybe not. After all, she had made no obvious moves. I just thought she could see it in my eyes, thats all. That Im eating her alive with them every second.
Gail lived in the Mission with two other roommates in a three-bedroom flat. Even though there were three bedrooms, Gail slept on a futon in the living room. Thats Prentices room, she pointed. Thats Emilys room. And that, she pointed at the last door down the hallway, is The Casbah.
The what? Neither of Gails roommates was there, so Laura felt free to express her shock and amusement.
The Casbah. Prentice calls it that. Hes gay. He brings his boyfriends up here. That room is for . . . you know . . . doing it. Only Emily doesnt use it much. Her boyfriend has an apartment and she mostly stays over there. Especially for sex. Prentice brings his guys up here. I just leave. Or put in my earplugs.
Laura wanted to ask her, What about you? Do you use The Casbah? You and this guy Jason, for example?
Gail could see the question in her eyes. Cant see I want to fuck her, but can clearly see I think someone else is doing it, Laura reflected acidly. Ive used it a couple of times, Gail said. Im too inhibited, if someone is here. I cant even come when I get all nervous like that. Prentice doesnt even mind. Groaning. Shouting. Its a little uncomfortable. Theres a coffee shop with wifi down the street. I just take my laptop and go down there.
She smiled sweetly at Laura, as if leavening all this sexual talk with a dollop of her incomparable elfish innocence would make things more relaxed. It made Laura want her more than ever.
Lets go in there, she said suddenly to Gail, almost surprising even herself. Nobodys here. Not for sex. Lets just go in there and kiss. Im dying to kiss you. Ive always been dying to kiss you. Lets kiss in The Casbah.
Gail broke into soft laughter. You are a lesbian, arent you. I kind of thought you were.
Laura could not resist reaching out to caress her cheek with the backs of her knuckles, very tenderly. Is that so bad?
Gail continued laughing. It isnt bad at all. Im just . . . not one. You know. I guess you figured that out before now.
I sort of guessed. Laura realized she was threatening a delayed blush. She had not been embarrassed at all about popping the kiss suggestion, but now a huge wave of chagrin was about to wash over her. She lowered her voice, even though there was no one there but the two of them, making it soft and smoky. Lets do it out here, then. The kiss. Only take a moment. Just do it as a favor to me. I love those lips.
She ran the tip of her forefinger lightly over Gails very sensual mouth. Gails dark brown eyes grew soft and glowing. Laura believed she was considering it; weighing the good and bad. She wants to, Laura thought. She wants to give in.
Gail tilted her head to the side and crinkled her nose. Okay. But in there, she nodded back over her shoulder. In the Casbah. If anyone came in and saw us kissing, Id never hear the end of it. They already tease me, about being too cute and sweet. I dont need that.
Laura followed her down the hallway to the last room, wondering all the while how it would be different if the two of them emerged from The Casbah to find Emily or Prentice there. They would surely think she and Gail had been doing more than kissing.
The Casbah was lit by two heavily-shaded lamps, so that the atmosphere was soft and shadowy and intimate. There was a mattress and box spring on the floor; no bed frame. But the sheets appeared clean. God, its a gymnasium purely for fucking, Laura thought, feeling the insides of her pussy flutter. Gail shut the door behind them.
How do they know not to come in? Laura asked her.
Oh. I forgot. Gail opened the door She took a red silk necktie, already tied in a loop, from a hook next to the frame and hung it on the outside doorknob. Youre supposed to hang the tie there. Then they know to stay out. I never go in The Casbah very much, as I said. So, I forget.
Again she closed the door behind them. Now, dont push things, Laura, Laura reminded herself. Go easy on this sweetie. She doesnt know how much she wants it yet. Just humoring me.
Again she caressed Gails smooth dark cheek with her fingertips. Gail was pliant and soft, looking up at her. She was about a head shorter than Laura, so that Laura had to bend down a little to reach her lips. Their mouths came together tentatively. Laura did not know how far to push it, this kiss, and Gail seemed very passive and submissive, as if she was leaving it entirely in Lauras hands.
Mmmmmm, Laura realized she was humming deep in her throat as she curved her own mouth into Gails, trying to get Gail to open hers. She did manage to slip the tip of her tongue between Gails lips. And she also realized her arms had encircled the girl, pulling her closer. Her fingers were lightly digging into Gails back through her basketball jersey, enough to feel with her fingertips the strap of Gails bra.. Mmmmm.
Then Gail pulled back, pulled away. Even though dark and lovely, never more so than now in the shadows of The Casbah, her scent a marvel of her yoga-induced sweat mingled with faint traces of her usual healthy bloom, she seemed flushed. She seemed embarrassed. Isnt that enough?
Mmmmm, you darling, thats never enough, Laura wanted to say. I guess it is if you say so, she replied softly.
Gail smiled her pixie smile. Okay, one more. Just a little one. No sticking your tongue in.
I thought you might like that. Gail shook her head. Laura shrugged, resigned. Okay. Your rules.
Gail closed her eyes and presented her lips. So cute. She really was devastating, Laura reflected. Who could ever resist her? Slowly, she pressed her own mouth into them, this time giving Gail the full measure of her most sensual, seductive, romantic kiss, hoping to kindle a fire that she knew was latent, that needed only the right spark to flare up in an exciting little burst. Once that happened . . .
This time Gail kissed back, though only in the vaguest, most tentative way, moving her lips against Lauras, not trying to stop things in the middle. Laura had to exert all her self-control not to succumb to her acute physical desire. At moments like these, a fierce wave of sharp sexual need would undulate through her body and mind, and she would often grope and squeeze and whimper and suck and knead and moan softly as the woman in her arms grew warmer and more receptive. Neither of them realized that she had slipped one hand up under Gails basketball jersey onto her warm, sweat-sticky back, until Gail pulled away, out of the kiss, panting slightly. Her eyes were glassy as she looked up at Laura, her face so close.
Youre touching my back, she said, but not accusatorily, just stating a fact.
Sorry, Laura said. But she left the hand where it was. I didnt realize it.
I think this has gone too far.
Lauras heart sank. Sorry, she said again, now slowly removing her hand. She pecked Gail on the forehead. I guess you cant blame me for wanting you.
Gail shook her head and beamed at Laura. I dont blame you for anything. I like people wanting to fuck me. Lots of them do, you know. You should see the way they follow me around Walgreens. Mostly men, of course. Some d
Laura was gazing at her mouth, the sensual mouth she had just been kissing and trying not to devour rapaciously. Somehow Lauras focus on her mouth brought Gail up short.
She laughed uncomfortably. I was going to say dykes. They . . . follow me too.
I suppose you include me in that group.
Actually . . . no. I never put two and two together until just tonight.
Laura took a few deep breaths. I sure guess were wasting our time here in The Casbah, she thought. Maybe we should just clear out and leave it for Prentice and his gang of horny guys. One more little kiss, she murmured to Gail. I promise not to touch you. But itll . . . give me something to dream about.
Gail tilted her head to the side and smiled curiously at Laura. You really are a romantic, arent you. I like that. Youre different. Guess thats why I always liked you.
She let Laura kiss her a final time, but Lauras hopes were still dashed. Instead of warming up and participating, Gail merely submitted, as if waiting for it to be over, for Lauras little lust storm to pass. This attitude on her part, of course, made it pass quickly. Laura realized the futility of the moment and wound up the kiss quickly. There, she said, pulling back. Thank you . . . for indulging me.
My pleasure, Gail said brightly, opening the door, removing the necktie from the doorknob and hanging it back on its hook. Look, nobody here. I guess we couldve done it right there in the front room.
Laura grabbed her hand and pulled her closer in the darkened hallway. I would do it with you anywhere, she breathed, letting her lips brush Gails smooth cheek, feeling that she could lose nothing by being bold.
I know you would, Gail breathed back. And dont think Im not tempted. But somehow it just . . . gives me the cobbeywobbles for now, you know? I just cant make up my mind. So dont push me, okay? Just give me a little time.
A little, Laura winked. But I warn you, I may die of longing.
No, you wont. You should join my yoga class. Itll take your mind off sex.
I know, Laura smiled. Ill hurt so much all the time that I wont be able to think of anything but aspirin.
At the door Gail took the initiative for once and kissed Laura. It was, however, a quick, sisterly kiss. There. Thatll have to hold you for a while.
Im pining, Laura teased. Im melting and wilting and languishing.
If youre good, maybe next time a real kiss.
Whens next time?
Dont push it, okay?
Driving home, Laura gnashed her teeth. But only a little, since really gnashing them would end her up in the dentists office, facing Sara, and doubling her dilemmas. Why do I fall for these damned coquettes? she asked herself, avoiding thoughts of Sara by returning to those of Gail. Give me some time. It gives me the cobbeywobbles! Damn, Im horny. I want to devour that little cutie. She is so adorable, and so sexy. And she smells so good, even when shes all sweaty from her grueling yoga class. And I think she enjoys tormenting me, too.
These musings were interrupted by a karma stroke. Her phone rang. She usually didnt answer it while driving any more, but her frustrations motivated her to grab it.
Hi, Laura. Its time.
Allisha!
Oh god, Im living right after all! Or she wouldnt have called at this perfect moment. Laura pulled over to the curb on Howard Street, not the most savory of neighborhoods; but she was too agitated to drive. Oh god, Im so glad its you! Ive been thinking about you.
You have not, you liar! she thought. Youve been thinking of Gail. But no one could get her mind off Gail like Allisha.
Arent you going to come over? Im ready. Im sitting here with my hand rubbing my you-know-what, just wondering why nobody can find my Gee! spot but you.
Where would that be? Laura asked. Where youre sitting, I mean.
Actually, Im house sitting again for my folks. The house in Forest Knolls, remember?
I could never forget it. Refresh my memory on the street and number.
Allisha gave her quick directions. And, you know, if its not too much trouble . . . remember that double dick strap-on thing you showed me? A long time ago? One of my honeys has been getting me into that stuff . . . and I think I might be able to handle it. Do you have it with you?
By golly, its in the trunk, Laura broke into a broad grin.
Allisha exploded with laughter. I guess its going to be in my trunk soon, right?
As soon as I can get there, my love, Laura murmured, almost kissing the phone, she was so excited.
It took her only ten minutes to get to Forest Knolls, up on the west side of Twin Peaks. Allisha greeted her at the door with a sexy smirk. Oh god, she said with mock surprise, its the woman who led me down the garden path to lesbian sex and changed my life forever. She threw open the door. Come inside, so the neighbors cant see, and hug me like you want to fuck me to the moon and back.
Laura grabbed Allisha, who was busy shutting and locking the door behind her. And I do, she gasped, kissing her ravenously, the way she had wanted to kiss Gail just twenty minutes ago but had been inhibited from trying.
But Allisha was no Gail. Two women could not be more unalike; Gail, the community college student and pharmacy clerk at Walgreens, Allisha, though only twenty-one or so, the experienced divorce, the aloof beauty who toyed with her admirers before submitting to raucous, exuberant sex. Allisha, even though she now made jokes about it, had not been difficult to persuade, having had a few bi-curious lesbian episodes as an adolescent. She and Laura had made the bells ring on more than one occasion, right in this very house. And right now, in Lauras eager arms, she was ravishing. She had a kind of beauty that made peoples heads whip around when she passed them on the street, and of course her body was a miracle of curves and sleek dark brown skin and enchanting honey-gold hair, long hair that hung to her shoulders, hair that many of Lauras other black girlfriends would kill for.
Allisha was giggling softly all the time that Laura was kissing her like a deranged romantic rapist, pushing her back against the wall, groping her delectable breasts through her clothes, only a flimsy pale yellow shirt, but still in the way of Lauras squeezing fingers. Owww . . . owwww . . . she laughed playfully, trying to squirm away. Youre hurting my mouth and my titties, you maniac.
I thought you wanted me to fuck you to the moon.
I do, Allisha laughed. She pointed to the small valise Laura carried in one hand. Is that it? The thing? The thing Im half wanting and half scared shitless of?
Laura smirked, waving the small bag in front of her face. This, my dear, is the key to paradise.
Oh god, I cant wait. Did you want to sit and talk first? I know you love kissing. We have some catching up to do. But I just want
I know what you want. Laura kissed her again, this time more gently. Talking can wait. I think were both about to pop.
I know I am, Allisha said with finality, grabbing Lauras hand and pulling her toward the bedrooms.
Laura realized that she was so primed for hot, fast sex after her frustrating moments with the darling Gail in The Casbah that she too could barely contain her eagerness. Allisha pulled her past her own bedroom to the master bedroom, as she had done on Lauras past visits, complaining that her bed was too small. Laura flung the small valise onto the big bed and took Allisha in her arms.
You arent going to deny me one kiss, are you? Whats the matter, arent those two honey pies you keep bragging about just fucking your ears off night and day? I know I would be, she wanted to add, but was afraid of where that conversation might lead.
They kissed hungrily before Allisha had a chance to answer. During the kiss Laura unbuttoned Allishas shirt and so followed up the kiss with feverish oral explorations of her delicious upper body, now naked and smooth and dark and silky under her traveling lips. Allisha knew how Laura loved her breasts, and so she cradled them in both palms, looking down as Laura sucked first one, then the other with heated passion. Allisha had big, round, dark caramel-colored nipples, and Laura throbbed with happiness having them inside her mouth, feeling them tighten and thicken, and feeling the rest of Allishas body quiver.
Oh shit . . . that feels good!
God, I love the topless-in-jeans look, Laura thought as Allisha pulled away briefly to yank down the bedspread and blankets, exposing the sheets. She could still see the traces of her own saliva shining in silvery streaks on the dark brown skin of Allishas naked breasts. Allisha returned to her arms, smiling, a little coy, then soft and pliant.
They fuck me and fuck me, if you want to know. They are rivals, and each one tries to outdo the other one. Sometimes I have to take a week off. They wear me out. I think secretly they hate each other, but they fuck me together and the three of us just go up in smoke.
Mmmmm, Im so jealous, Laura growled, sucking her long dark brown neck.
Allisha laughed, twisting away. Dont give me a hickey! I have a job now. Everybody will be teasing. Also, Doris and Angie will kill me for fucking someone else.
While saying this, she was also undressing Laura, as fast as she could. Laura helped. Soon the only clothing still on either one was Allishas tight blue jeans. She started to unzip them, but Laura paused her with one hand on her wrist.
I wish I had a picture of you just like this. Life-size. Just jeans. Enchanting breasts. Aloof, beautiful smile. You want a masterpiece? Get a load of this! I am so glad I met you.
Allisha nearly melted from her aloof, enchanting pose, with her wonderful breasts in profile as Laura drank in the beauty of her body. Laura . . . you are so sweet. The things you say. They make me just run with juice. I dont think well even need any lubrication.
What a romantic thing to say, Laura scoffed as she reached for her small valise while Allisha slid the tight jeans down her long, thin legs.
Its the truth. Im like the Mississippi River. Im going to slip-slide off the bed.
No, youre not, Laura said as she fastened the harness and the Double Penetrator in place. Im going to hold on tight to you.
Allishas eyes grew wide as she looked at it. Are you sure I can handle that?
Guess well find out, Laura winked. You want to ride, you perverted little cowgirl?
Allisha smiled. You know I love to ride.
As long as you dangle these beauties in my face, Laura said, happily fondling the shapely naked globes of Allishas marvelous breasts, you can ride off into the sunset, my love.
Silently, they moved into positions they knew from experience with each other would pay off. Allisha did not usually come fast, nor did she apologize for it, but she loved to settle into a gently rocking cowgirl motion, straddling Lauras hips and suspending her gorgeous breasts over Lauras face, throwing her head back, stimulated toward her future cataclysm by Lauras sucking. Laura, for her part, could feel the urge to come growing each second while she sucked Allishas beautiful nipples, and rocked in gentle motion too, feeling the base of the dildo pushing against her pubic bone, arousing her to the point that she could almost come too when Allisha did. After that, only a few swipes of the tongue or crunches of the thigh were enough to send her into a wild, wrenching orgasm.
The only difference this time was the Double Penetrator, the thin, long prong on the bottom of the dildo that would go into her asshole, the first time she and Laura had attempted it. But apparently Allishas new lovers had initiated her, and so she showed no apprehension as she waited while Laura swabbed the prong with a little oil, then gnawed her lower lip with concentration as the tip of it slid between her delicious round buns.
Oh! she yelped softly, but not in pain, just a signification that contact, then tentative penetration, had been made. Oh! Yes! Slow! Slow!
Laura had done this so often with others that she was now expert at managing this stage of it. She could see the head of the thicker dildo, the front one, entering Allishas beautiful, puckered, black-lipped cunt, and with her fingers guiding it, could feel the back prong slowly pushing its way into her tighter asshole behind it, helped by the tip of Lauras forefinger.
Allisha was perfectly silent for a moment, though her moving breasts showed that her breath was coming faster. Unhhhhh! she finally moaned softly, wincing slightly, but with more pleasure than pain, as the two long shafts slowly but steadily entered her body. Oh . . . yes!
Her eyes fluttered open and caught Lauras. She smiled. Laura smiled back.
Theyre in, Allisha gasped. Her eyes rolled up briefly. Oh, Laura.
Take it slow, honey, Laura cautioned her softly, knowing that the body could accommodate, could adjust, could accept these invaders if given the chance.
But already Allisha was gently swirling her hips, then moving up and down a few inches, relishing the feel of the two shafts sliding in and out of her body. Oh god . . . I . . . dont think its going to take me very long!
I hope it takes you long enough for me to get my fill of these, Laura thought, scooping up Allishas gorgeous dangling breasts in her hands and flicking her nipples with her tongue, a mere prelude to trying to swallow them both, which she was about to undertake. I want to suck you . . .she murmured. I want to suck and suck you.
Yes, Allisha laughed happily, pushing her swinging, naked breasts into Lauras face. I love you to suck them. But itll make me come, you know.
I know, Laura chucked softly. Maybe me too.
Now they fell into a smooth, gentle, rocking rhythm, Allisha slowly letting the shafts ride up into her, then lifting herself a little to let them out, then back down, then up, while Laura busily and more and more passionately sucked her marvelous dark caramel nipples. She remembered, now that they were in the thick of it, that Allisha loved these trance-like fucks: just this gentle rocking, almost silent, no sound but Lauras smacking, sucking wet mouth noises and the soft whoosh of Allishas breathing as her panting accelerated. They rocked and gently pumped in perfect unison, and Laura devoured Allishas beautiful big nipples, but not voraciously, not wildly enough to induce a keening frenzy, just enough to slowly raise the simmer to a boil, which took a long, lovely time.
Allisha did not come fast and did not care. The journey was every bit as good as the destination, for her, and she was a vision of rapt sensuality as she moved slowly back and forth, up and down, on top of Laura, throwing her head back and pushing her breasts into Lauras face, wincing with pleasure as Laura began to suck her wet nipples more hungrily.
Ohhhnnnnn . . . yessssss! she gasped in a low, guttural voice, after a long interval. Yes . . . yes! Suck harder!
Laura was happy to oblige. By now, from Lauras lavish attentions, Allishas nipples were shiny and wet and thick and protruding love knobs, and Laura commenced trying to swallow them. She held one breast in both hands and sucked hard, harder, even harder, until Allisha started shaking and whimpering deep in her throat. Then, figuring she had gone too far, Laura let the love-tortured nipple slide out of her mouth. Allishas beautiful face was distorted with sweet sexual agony, but she quickly looked down at Laura and said, The other one! Yes! Oh!
She mashed her other breast against Lauras open mouth, groaning with pleasure as Laura now sucked her other nipple deep inside, giving it the same treatment.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
By now the gentle rocking rhythm was replaced by a more feverish churning. Shes getting there . . . getting there . . . Laura thought, helping all the way, now thrusting up into Allishas downward hip swirls, and sucking and teeth-massaging her bulging nipples more heatedly than ever. Getting there . . . getting there . . .
Oh! Allisha yelped softly. Oh . . . deep . . . so deep! That back one goes in deep! she gasped to Laura, suddenly lucid after long minutes of sweet sexual delirium.
Yes, honey . . . yes, Laura murmured to her kissing her shoulder, her neck, pulling her down to get to her lips, wanting to soul-kiss her mouth desperately, she was so beautiful in this instant. It was the heart of sex for Laura to consume her lover at this moment, and Allisha was ripe for the plucking, hovering as she was now on the edge of a thrilling explosion. Laura pulled her head down and mashed her mouth into Allishas, who kissed her back but began to come almost immediately afterward.
Mnnnngggeeee! Oh! Mnnnggeeee! Anngghh! OOHHNNGGMMYYIIIEE! she suddenly roared, writhing on top of Laura and screaming into Lauras neck.
Laura held her. After the first scream she did not scream any more but subsided into bodily waves and squeals that quickly modulated into soft but continuous whimpering. Her lovely young body undulated against Laura, who realized that it was only making her hornier and hornier, feeling this delicious hard silken flesh rubbing against her own. Their naked breasts mashed together, Allishas still damp with Lauras own saliva. Her body quivered and took tiny jumps as the aftershocks of a shattering orgasm rolled through her body. Laura had no idea how long they were glued together like this.
Then, after a while, Allisha stopped quivering, and panting. Oh shit, she whispered into Lauras ear. You always make me come so hard. I feel like my insides are shredded or something. I can still feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Laura smiled up at her and tenderly pushed away a strand of damp hair from Allishas shiny forehead. Im happy for you . . . but Im starting to get a cramp. You may be petite, but youre still making it hard for me to breathe.
Allisha laughed. Sorry.
Hold still . . . easy . . . now . . . easy . . . thats it, Laura said as they extracted the two prongs from Allishas body, and she rolled sideways off Laura.
Allisha stared at the Double Penetrator, jutting obscenely up from Lauras groin, greasy and slick. You know, she said, giggling softly, a guys goes down after something like that. Even two guys go down. I mean, I wouldnt know, never having had two guys at once. But that ones only ready for more.
Laura gazed at her pointedly, still smiling.
The idea dawned slowly on Allisha. Mmmmm, I see whats next.
You genius, Laura teased, stretching out, slipping the straps off her hips and handing the monster to Allisha. Be gentle.
Allisha broke into a broad grin. Ha. As if you ever liked it gentle. She fastened the Double Penetrator in place on her own body, then snuggled closer to Laura.
Oh, but I do, Laura purred to her, kissing her romantically. I like it every way with you. Are you going to fuck me in every way possible? Slow . . . then fast? Sweet . . . then hard?
Allisha was busy kissing Lauras neck. Im going to give it my best, she breathed. You deserve it.
Oh honey, youre making me so wet and horny.
Allisha said nothing but continued kissing Lauras body, kissing and sucking her breasts lovingly, rubbing Lauras extremely wet pussy with the fingers of one hand, kissing Lauras neck again, her mouth, her shoulders, her nipples again, sucking them harder. As Lauras body began slow undulations, almost as if it were totally out of her control and merely responding to the delicious pressure of Allishas own body rubbing against her, Allisha dropped her hand lower and began gently to open the pinched-tight aperture of Lauras anus with the tip of her forefinger.
Oh . . . yes! Laura gasped softly, anticipating the coming entry of the Double Penetrator, which could not be far off.
It had been literally months since she had felt it, strangely enough. She frequently used it with those who craved it, Dee Dee having been the most recent. But usually with them the event itself was so wildly exciting, and the orgasm so explosive, that by the time her lover had climaxed Laura herself was aroused to such a hair-trigger state that the slightest caress, almost, was enough to make her come. That was nearly the case now, and yet this time she was determined not to be deprived of her pleasure. And Allisha seemed to sense this and was quite willing to deliver it.
What an angel! How could I know you would be so sweet, when I merely spotted you reading on the Muni, and refusing eye contact? Looking so beautiful and aloof?
Oh god, honey, you are so good to me, she panted to Allisha, parting her thighs even farther, pulling Allisha closer on top of her, trying to hurry her, eager to get things going. I want you to fuck me hard.
Yes, Allisha smiled, bemusedly, busy with the business of introducing each shaft into its proper place. Hold still for a second. Thats it.
Ungghhhh! Laura groaned as she felt the stalks begin sliding into her ass and pussy.
The sensation, so long missed, was electrifying. Her body almost froze before relaxing, a conscious effort, to allow easier penetration. You want some oil on it? Allisha asked solicitously, though the shafts were already greased with her own secretions.
Just a little on the bottom one, Laura consented, nodding. Might help.
In a flash Allisha had snatched the small bottle of baby oil off the bedside table and squirted a stream of it onto the lower shaft, dripping quantities on the sheet. Laura made a face.
Dont worry, Ill wash everything later. Here, put this under us so we dont get too oily. She grabbed a towel from the three she had thoughtfully placed on the decorative bench at the end of the bed. Quickly, she spread it out under Lauras ass. Then, it was back to re-inserting the Double Demon into Lauras body.
Unngghhh! Laura groaned again as the shafts entered her. Oh shit that is good!
Immediately she began to churn her hips in a gentle rhythm very much like the one Allisha had adopted earlier. Ummmm, Allisha smiled down at her, cooperating in the rhythm herself. You are in a big hurry.
Yes. God . . . I want you to fuck me hard.
You already said that. Im not deaf.
I want to suck you and have you ram me, Laura panted, quickly accelerating her pumping and swirling hips. Give me one of those beautiful boobs.
Since Allisha was on top, Laura had the same pleasure as earlier in having her lovely breasts dangling in her face, and she took full advantage of it, scooping up one delicious globe in two hands and stuffing Allishas thick dark caramel nipple into her mouth. At the same time she began to buck and churn wildly under Allisha, as if encouraging her to start thrusting, to thrust harder.
Unhh! Mnnggg! Yes! Do it . . . hard! Yes!
But Allisha was silent; and not to be hurried. She threw her head back, enjoying Lauras hungry mouth on her breast, but unwilling to move any faster. Instead, she settled into the same gentle, rocking motion they had used earlier, when she herself was on the receiving end. As much as Laura wanted to gallop toward a quick and fierce finish, Allisha was intent on slowing it down, and after a few desperate lurches Laura was obliged to slow down herself and submit.
Okay . . . she gasped, have it your way.
Allisha smiled down at her, her sexiest smile, and kissed her mouth, drawing it reluctantly for a few seconds away from her wet nipples. You dont want to spoil it, do you?
I want you to ram me.:
I know, Allisha chuckled softly. I will. I promise. But first . . . a little slow fucking, okay?
Laura gave her an imploring look, but could offer no more. Her body was alive with slow fire. Allisha had always known how to fuck, but Laura found herself wondering, in the troughs of the swelling sexual waves that were beginning to engulf her, if these two new loversAngie and Doris, hadnt she called them?had not given her confidence and ingenuity she had not possessed before. She was in perfect control and fucking Laura the way she, Allisha, wanted to do it, brooking no objections.
And now she began to pick up the pace. Oh, you want it hard now, dont you, she panted to Laura, beginning to stab the two shafts into Lauras body at a faster, and more vigorous, rate. You want to come. You want little Allisha, your love toy, to make you come hard. Dont you.
Oh god, yes! Ungghhh! Yes! Thats it, yes! Anngghh!
From here on in it was just a jouncing, slamming collision of their two tense bodies. Allisha knew she had drawn it out about as long as possible, that Laura was about to climax no matter what, and so she had better get on with it. She held the demon in place with one hand and looped the other arm around in back of Lauras neck, giving her great thrusting leverage for the final seconds. And they arrived quickly.
Ungh! she grunted.
Yes! Laura gasped, seeing stars.
Ungh!
Yes!
Ungh!
Oh Jesus! Auunngghhhh! Laura cried out.
Allisha laughed and slammed her again, knowing just what was required to put Laura over the top. Ungghh!
Oh shit! Oh Jesus! AUUNNGGHHHH! Laura roared, her body suddenly flipping and surging out of control, up into Allishas fierce thrusts. Annngghnnnieee!
The sweet, hot coming was as intense as anything she had ever experienced, pulsating through her throbbing asshole and pussy and filling her body with molten honey. She soared, she squealed, she groaned, then collapsed back to the mattress, whimpering, leaking tears at the corners of her eyes, but also laughing and gurgling in the aftermath of this stupendous release. Allisha just held her and waited for it to subside.
It seemed to take days. Laura blinked. She felt the stunning dizziness receding, felt her body returning to its normal state, released from the excruciating spasms of pleasure her climax had brought. You . . . are a . . . miracle. Where . . . did you ever learn to fuck like that?
Allisha almost blushed. She gently withdrew the wet stalks from Lauras body, and slipped out of the straps. Eewwghh! Wet and icky! She held it, hilariously, dangling from her thumb and forefinger as if it were alive and dangerous, or worse.
Put it on this towel, Laura said, quickly scooting off the one Allisha had spread under them to catch the oil.
You know, Allisha said, almost bashfully, although she was stark naked and bewitchingly beautiful, youre going to think I learned it from Angie and Doris, but I really learned it from you. From the way you fuck me. I guess I did good, eh? She beamed.
I guess you did, Laura grinned, reaching out for her. Come and kiss me, you ravishing creature. Im so lucky to have met you.
They kissed long and deep, mashing their naked breasts happily together, and Laura pulled her down again, hugging her tightly.
After a long period of sweet cuddling, Allisha raised her head and with a very straight face said, Does this mean youre going to find my Gee! spot again? Gee!
Laura laughed and kissed her. I dont think I have to find it. I think I know where it is already.
You know, even Angie and Doris cant find my Gee! spot. Only you. Gee!
Laura pushed her onto her back and swarmed over her.
No hickeys . . . no hickeys! Allisha giggled, squirming free. I told you, no hickeys.
I hope your neighbors have their earplugs in, Laura murmured to her.
Gee, I do too! Allisha said, swallowing her giggles as Laura began kissing her way down her lovely lean body, the inevitable descent.
I am going to make you scream, darling, she murmured.
Gee . . . Allisha breathed, still taking a stab at being funny, but a half-hearted one, since she was now beginning to undulate again, and pant excitedly.
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Keywords: M+M+F, cons, anal, rough
Part: Chapter 102
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 102
A few days later, she ran into Rob in the drugstore near work,
the same one where she had initially encountered Barbara, starting
an ongoing conflagration. He was looking through the magazines.
"Did anyone ever tell you you look like Stephanie Seymour?" he
asked her, showing her a magazine cover.
"Only hundreds of people," she said, poker-faced. "It's very
nice of them."
"She can't compare with you," Rob said, looking her up and
down.
"Only a man who's fucked me in every orifice could say
something like that," Laura whispered, leaning close.
"I can show you one who'd like to do it again," he grinned.
"What about the gorgeous Camille? Does she know you're out
propositioning old girlfriends?"
"I happen to know she's had a little of you on her own. I'm
envious. I want my share."
"It's so tough being this popular," Laura frowned. "I can't
believe you're tired of that brown beauty already."
"I'm not. Actually, I was thinking of a . . . shall we say,
party? My brother is in town, staying with us. I thought maybe you
could join us for dinner . . . and then---"
"I accept," Laura said, cutting across, so quickly that she
even surprised herself.
"Gosh, I don't even have to talk you into it?"
"If I think about it, I won't accept," Laura said. "If your
brother is anything like you, I might end up in the hospital.
Camille too. Do you really want your brother to screw your own
wife?"
"Only if they both want to," Rob grinned. "I don't believe in
forcing anybody."
"You, darling, are a wicked man," Laura grinned, chucking him
under the chin. "What time?"
"How about tonight? Seven?"
"I have a big meeting tomorrow," Laura teased. "Will I still
be able to walk when I leave?"
"Entirely up to you, my pet," Rob grinned back. "See you?"
"I'll be there."
It had been nearly two years, back in the beginning with
Karen, since Laura had participated in a real group sex orgy. She
felt rather strangely about it. The sense of excited sexual
anticipation she had before sex with another girl, or even before
sex with Camille and Rob, gave way to a mixture of dread and wild
butterflies. It had been a while since she had been double-fucked.
Rick and Jamie. A shiver gripped her as she remembered how
they had worked her over, fucking her in the ass and pussy at the
same time, then switching places and doing it again. God, it's a
wonder they didn't kill me, she thought. And those huge dicks of
theirs!
Both of them had been hung like Rob. What if his brother was
too? Would she be put through the same thing again? And Camille
too? And yet, even though half of her dreaded it, the other half
couldn't wait. It was so different from her usual sex, so rough and
relentless and unforgiving, so hard and inescapable, so . . . male.
She wouldn't want to forego sex with her clutch of wonderful black
beauties, but just contemplating this got her blood pounding.
And Camille too! she thought.
However, when she got there at seven, as arranged, Camille was
not there. Only Rob . . . and his younger brother, Eric. Eric was
blond and athletic-looking, about five years younger than Rob. He
was all smiles as Laura came into the house.
"Rob told me you were even better looking than Stephanie
Seymour," he said, kissing her hand with a gentlemanly flourish.
"But I didn't think he could be exaggerating."
Laura batted her eyelashes at him, willing to play the game.
All you want is my pussy, you handsome thing, she thought, smiling.
Is your cock as big as your brother's hall-of-fame weapon? Are you
going to hurt me with it?
Laura realized she was wet already. "Where's Camille?" she
asked Rob.
"Oh . . . she'll be along," he stammered, acting embarrassed.
Laura shot him a look that said: I hope you didn't use her as
bait just to get me here alone.
"She . . . had to run out for something," he continued. "She
should be back in ten minutes."
Laura flirted with both of them. I'm just a tramp at bottom,
she thought. Suddenly I realize that I do really want to be fucked
by both of you. Whether she's here or not.
They had a drink to relax, and made idle conversation, shot
through with an undercurrent of sexual innuendo. All three knew
what was going to happen eventually, and so they enjoyed the
simmering buildup. Laura had worn some spectacularly sexy
underwear, and she was able to luxuriate in the knowledge that they
would soon discover it.
About a half an hour passed and still Camille had not
returned. Eric was pouring Laura a fresh drink in the kitchen, with
Laura looking over his shoulder.
"Not too strong," she cautioned. "I won't be able to do what
I want to do."
He grinned back at her. "And what would that be?"
She made him put the bottle down and turn around. "You might
be surprised."
"Surprise me, I'm ready," he said, closing his eyes.
Laura couldn't pass up the invitation.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing some of her black
lace bra. It fastened at the very bottom of her breasts, so that
all of her cleavage was visible, and the cups were sheer lace, so
that the round circles of her nipples were visible too.
"Surprise," she whispered. "You can open them now."
Eric looked down at her open blouse and her bra. He looked
toward the kitchen door, to see if they were being watched by his
brother.
"What about Rob?" he whispered.
Laura caressed his cheek with her fingertips. "He's already
had these. In his mouth," she added. "Wouldn't you like to catch
up?"
"God . . . you're beautiful," Eric gasped, awe-struck by
Laura's beauty.
"You're . . . pretty beautiful yourself, Eric," Laura
breathed.
Her bra opened in front, and she reached down and undid the
clasp. Eric watched her exquisite naked breasts come into view as
she pulled the lacy cups aside. Laura cupped them in her palms and
offered them to him.
He was not about to refuse. He bent his head and quickly took
one of Laura's nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently,
tentatively. Laura felt tingling excitement race through her whole
body.
"It won't break, Eric," she whispered. "Suck it hard."
He did. He grabbed her breast with both hands and tried to
swallow her throbbing nipple.
"Unhh! Oh!" Laura gasped.
After a few seconds he moved to her other nipple, doing the
same. He was wildly hungry for her breasts, and it excited Laura.
She held her shirt open and leaned back against the counter as he
ravished them, sucking and squeezing her breasts passionately.
She couldn't keep from moaning.
"Ohhhnn! Ohhnnnn yes!" she panted to him.
"God, they're so beautiful!"
She held his head in her hands. "Suck me, Eric. Please."
He sucked her again, voraciously, both nipples.
"Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, throwing her head back, pushing her
wet, aching breasts into his face.
Her moans attracted Rob, who came to the kitchen door. "I see
little brother didn't waste any time," he said wryly as he watched
them.
Laura looked over at him. Eric seemed embarrassed and raised
his head of from her breasts.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing," she said in her smokiest,
most seductive voice. "Why don't we move to the livingroom, where
it's more comfortable."
They did, Eric bringing up the rear, still almost mesmerized
by what was happening, and by the beauty of Laura's body. In the
livingroom, they helped her out of the rest of her clothes, then
laid her on the sofa. Rob immediately knelt beside it, sliding
between her thighs, and Laura gasped as she felt his mouth on her
wet, tingling pussy.
"Oh! Ungghhh! Oh Rob, yes, oh yes," she panted, moving her
hips rhythmically.
Eric had his pants down in seconds, and she took his huge
cock, every bit as large as his brother's into her hands, feeding it
into her open mouth, sucking him as hungrily as he had sucked her.
It took only about a minute for all three of them to become frantic
with lust. Laura knew they wanted her, and she knew she wanted it.
Rob had quickly undressed too, and now he lay on the floor
next to the sofa and pulled Laura down on top of him. He kissed her
roughly, guiding his mammoth cock up into her pussy at the same
time. Laura could taste her own cuntslime on his lips, and she
gagged softly as the monster penetrated her.
"Unghh! God . . . I forgot how huge you are," she panted.
Rob grinned. He looked up at Eric. "You get the other
entrance, little brother," he said.
"You mean . . . ?" Eric hesitated, unbelieving.
"There's some baby oil in my purse," Laura panted.
"She comes prepared," Rob joked, upfucking into her cunt
rapidly, making Laura nearly lose control.
"Unh! Unh! God," she gasped, "he better hurry up or I'm
going to explode. Unh! Oh Jesus! Ownchhh! It's so big!"
Now Rob settled into a slower rhythm, fucking her slowly,
scooping her dangling breasts up in his own hands and sucking her
nipples thirstily as he fucked her. Laura wasn't kidding. She was
wildly horny, almost on the verge of coming already.
Eric still couldn't believe it. "You mean . . . fuck her in
the ass?" he said, watching his brother fuck Laura.
"Can you think of another way?" Rob asked. "Obviously little
brother has never fucked a woman in the ass before."
"Not one as beautiful as this," Eric said.
"Please . . . Eric," Laura panted. "Please. Hurry. I want
you both to fuck me. Hurry. Before Camille gets back. Please."
Eric pulled apart Laura's asscheeks with his thumbs and
examined her tiny, pinched-closed rectum. "This thing'll never fit
in there," he said, holding his huge half-erect salami in one hand.
About six or seven inches protruded from the end of his fist.
Laura felt both fear and intense excitement as she looked at the
huge piston. You're telling me, she thought. Shit, I don't know if
I want to go on with this or not.
"You have to get it ready first, dummy," Rob told him. "Get
the oil, like she told you."
The next few minutes were incredibly exciting for Laura. Rob
continued to fuck her very slowly and skillfully from beneath,
sucking and licking her nipples at the same time, while Eric
lubricated two fingers with babyoil and set about the task of
loosening her asshole to the point where it could accept his monster
cock. After a couple of minutes of this, Laura was ready to come
unglued.
She moaned and gyrated, her body quivering and stretching as
they manipulated her flesh, her cunt impaled on Rob's huge prick,
which slid in and out of her in a smooth, relentless rhythm. Now
Eric decided she was ready. He swabbed his enormous pole with the
oil, and then Laura held her breath as she felt him beginning to
introduce it between her cheeks.
She bit her lower lip. "Ungh! Oh god!"
"Sorry . . ." he said softly, pushing harder.
"Ownngg!"
Hot tears squirted from Laura's eyes. She bit her lip and
tasted the blood. It was like having a thick, red-hot pipe shoved
into her ass. Her body cried out in pain. She dissolved into a
trembling, whimpering mass of helplessness, gurgling and gagging
incoherently as the enormous tube of stiff gristle penetrated her
ass, sliding in deep.
Finally he stopped. It was all the way in. Laura could
barely breathe. She was skewered in the cunt and the ass by the
hugest cocks she had ever seen, and her whole tormented body
throbbed and glowed with pain.
"Ohhnngg shit!" she gasped. "Shit, it's so big!"
Rob had stopped fucking her too, and they both were just
letting her get used to it. But there was no question of that. Her
tormented body felt like it was just about ready to explode. She
whimpered and moaned, twisting between them, agitating their stiff
cocks within the tight clasp of her asshole and her wet pussy,
driving both men crazy.
"Unngghhh oh fuck me you guys do it, do it hard and fast!" she
panted deliriously to them. "Fuck me, quick, do it!"
They began to fuck her slowly, and for the next minute and a
half the three of them settled into a kind of rocking motion, the
two enormous cocks sliding deep into Laura's body, then sliding back
out again, then in again, Laura wincing and moaning, waiting for the
pain to be overshadowed by the sexual excitement she felt swelling
below the surface of her agony.
It took a while, but it finally got there. She realized
through the red cloud of pain that she too was pumping, groaning
softly, clenching her teeth each time the mammoth pistons slid deep
into her body, but quivering with an unearthly, fantastic sexual
excitement that felt like it would soon obliterate her. The two men
felt it too, and their movements accelerated.
In only seconds Laura was being mercilessly ripped and raped
by them. All three were in the grip of a relentless sexual urgency,
and Rob and Eric speared her body with their huge, hammering pricks
again and again, while Laura writhed and moaned, completely
sandwiched between them, impaled on their plunging hard cocks. They
fucked her harder and harder each second, piercing her to the quick,
jabbing their pricks deep into her. Laura knew she had never been
fucked so hard, so brutally, in her life.
"Ungh! Owwnchh! Shit! Unghh! Oh god! Unghh . . . anngh!
Oh . . . please! Ow! Ummggnnffunggh! Auugnhh!" she gasped as the
two men nearly tore her to pieces, their fingers biting into her
flesh as they raped her.
But at the same time she could feel the incredible wave of a
fierce orgasm approaching, like a dark tornado cloud swirling toward
her. She didn't realize she was crying too, until she tasted the
salt of her own tears running down her cheeks. Brutally they
speared her body again and again, Rob holding her squirming hips
steady with his strong hands, then upthrusting his huge cock deep
into her pussy, while Eric quickly followed by jabbing his massive
pole as far into her ass as it would go.
"Auunnggg!" Laura groaned, biting her lower lip and wincing.
She knew when they were going to come because the attack
became almost unbearable. They were both strong, young men, and
they crushed her between them, panting, jabbing, nearly ripping her
apart. She heard Eric groan sharply into her ear, then felt the hot
jets of his cum squirting into her ass.
As often happened when she was fucking a man, the feel of his
jism spurting into her ignited her own orgasm. She began to come
only seconds after him, and Rob followed closely behind, spewing
rockets of cum into her pussy.
"Awwoonggg!" she howled, writhing between their hard,
relentless bodies, coming in wild, throbbing spasms. "Ohhhnn god!
Auungghhiieeeee!"
It was an epic climax for all three, and they lay coiled
together, panting, unable to extricate themselves for several
minutes, until they were interrupted by Camille suddenly coming
through the front door. She was in the apartment before they knew
it.
"Oh my god!" she said, raising one hand to her mouth, eyes
wide with shock.
Groggily, Laura looked over at her. Both Rob's and Eric's
cocks were still inside her body, and the afterglow of her fierce
orgasm still tingled in her pussy and her ravished asshole.
"Camille . . . I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I . . ."
"It's not her fault, honey," Rob said, grinning foolishly as
the three of them disentangled their bodies.
Laura winced and grimaced as the two huge cocks pulled out of
her. She glanced at Camille and saw that Camille was not exactly in
shock any more, but curious, and tantalized. Rob quickly went down
the hall and reappeared with towels for all three.
"Actually, it's Eric's fault," Rob grinned. "He went for
Laura big time, and nearly raped her. I tried to protect her, and
well . . ."
"Yeah, right," Camille said, just the hint of a grin curling
the corner of her own beautiful mouth.
Eric was just embarrassed, attempting to cover himself with
the towel, though not before, Laura saw, Camille had checked out his
formidable equipment. Laura knew that if the evening were to reach
its potential, it was up to her. Neither of the two men would be
ready to romp for a few more minutes. She had to loosen up Camille
herself.
Very seductively, she approached Camille, draping the towel
around her body to make herself as alluring as possible. She and
Camille had fucked in the past, and she knew she could draw the girl
in again.
"Actually, I was waiting for you," she whispered smokily, her
face now only inches from Camille's. "They attacked me."
"It looks like you really resisted hard," Camille said,
sardonically.
"I wouldn't resist you," Laura breathed, bringing her mouth so
close to Camille's that Camille couldn't resist either.
They kissed slowly, tenderly, remembering their past intimacy.
Camille's hands rose up Laura's naked body to her breasts. She
squeezed them.
"Can I suck them?" she murmured against Laura's teeth.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Laura whispered. "Let these two
sit here and hold their limp dicks."
Camille broke into a grin, glancing at Rob and Eric. "Good
idea."
Hand in hand, she and Laura walked down the hall to the
bedroom. There they kissed again and Laura slowly began to undress
Camille, kissing her delicious golden skin everywhere as she peeled
away the clothing.
"I love your body . . . I love your skin," she murmured,
kissing the deep cleavage between Camille's large breasts.
Camille wore a plunging blue silk bra that showed off her
breasts beautifully, and Laura kissed every visible inch of them
before removing it. Camille's breasts were as large as Karen's,
really the only two girls Laura had known with large breasts
(excepting Shawn, whose breasts were artificial), and Laura enjoyed
them both extremely.
Camille's were not dark but burnished golden globes with large
dark brown nipples, which Laura finally exposed by unfastening the
bra clasp and pulling the straps down. Both she and Camille were
aware by now that the two men were standing in the doorway watching
them. But neither paid any attention.
Camille threw her head back, and Laura feasted on the
exquisite globes, so firm and beautifully round. She licked and
sucked Camille's large nipples until they sprang erect, teasing them
threateningly with her teeth, bringing excited whimpers and yelps
from Camille's throat.
"Unhhh! Oh . . . god!" Camilled gasped.
"On the bed, honey," Laura panted. "I want to fuck you."
"Yes. Oh . . . yes! Ungghh! Oh god . . . Laura," Camille
panted back, lying back on the bed and letting Laura pulled off her
jeans, then her wispy blue panties.
From the corner of her eye Laura could see that the men were
already getting erections again, holding them, their eyes wide as
Camille's magnificent voluptuous naked body spread out across the
bed, and Laura began to make love to her. She had made love to
Camille before and remembered all her sensitive spots, what drove
her wild, made her insatiable, and in about a minute the girl was
writhing uncontrollably, moaning, begging Laura.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she gasped as Laura's mouth and fingers
explored her soft, sleek belly, and her thighs, drawing closer and
closer to the pink, runny cleft of her long, brown-lipped pussy.
"Oh . . . Laura yes! Please! Unhhhh! Unh! Oh god!"
Without even raising her head, Laura could feel the two men
behind her drawing closer, to get a better view. She was about to
make Camille come, and she wanted them to enjoy it too. Already
Camille was churning her hips spastically and squeezing her own
magnificent breasts, twisting her wet, erect nipples, her beautiful
face and intriguing Chinesey eyes caught in an expression of almost
unbearable rapture.
"Ahh!" she gasped as the tip of Laura's tongue touched her wet
pussylips for the first time. "Unggh!"
Laura slid it in all the way in, tasting Camille's tangy
juices, which flowed copiously from her excited pussy. She tongue-
fucked the delicious girl for several seconds, letting her tongue
slide slowly out along the engorged nub of Camille's clit, feeling
the girl's wonderful body quiver each time.
"Oh! Oh . . . I'm going to come!" Camille whimpered, twisting
excitedly.
"Yes . . . yes, you are," Laura purred, parting the wet
inflamed crease of Camille's pussy with her fingers and stabbing her
tongue into the warm, slippery center.
"Ungghh! Oh Jesus!"
Now Laura slid two fingers into Camille's cunt and began
fucking her slowly with them, while her tongue moved to the girl's
swollen clit, teasing it, until Camille was crazy with need. She
was even more aroused than Laura had realized, and only a few sucks
of the small, engorged bud had her coming fiercely, groaning, her
lovely body arching up off the mattress, quivering as each new spasm
wracked her.
"Aujngghhhh! Ohnngghh! Oh . . . shit! Ungghhh!
Auungghhiieee!" she cried out, flipping and surging, coming hotly,
as her husband and Eric watched from the side of the bed, and Laura
continued to lick her flooding pussy.
It was a very exciting climax, and Camille was very beautiful
as her body shook with each successive spasm. Finally it subsided,
leaving her body slack, her eyes glazed as she looked at Laura, then
at the two men. Each man's huge cock had again reached its mammoth
erect state, two formidable purplish clubs, jumping and pulsing.
A small smile cracked Camille's lips. "Are you going to let
your brother fuck me, Rob?" she asked coquettishly.
"I was thinking of joining him," Rob grinned.
"Both of you?" Camille's eyes grew very wide. "I . . . I've
never done it with more than one man before. I mean, at the same
time."
"You saw Laura," Rob said. "Easy, wasn't it Laura."
Laura grinned ruefully. It you like being nearly torn to
pieces, she thought.
But before Camille even had a chance to reply, Eric had lain
down beside her, then rolled her on top of him and slid his massive
organ up into her still-slippery pussy.
"Unghh!" Camille groaned. "God, he's even bigger than you
are," she said to Rob.
Her luscious full breasts were dangling in Eric's face, and he
grabbed them with both hands, feeding one of her nipples into his
mouth and sucking it sharply. And now Laura was pretty much brushed
aside as the two of them began to fuck Camille very aggressively.
Rob had brought Laura's bottle of babyoil with him from the
livingroom, and she watched him quickly oil his cock with it and
climb up behind her wife on the bed.
"Auunghh!" Camille groaned with pain and alarm as she
suddenly felt his enormous prick slip into her ass and slide in
deep.
Laura could see the exquisite pain mingled with deep sexual
arousal on her face as she glanced back over her shoulder at him.
Now they had her sandwiched as they had earlier had Laura, and they
proceeded to fuck her very thoroughly and almost brutally, showing
her no mercy, and taking longer than they had with Laura. Camille
had just climaxed herself, and so all three of them took longer to
get back to the peak.
They fucked her hard and vigorously, plowing both her cunt and
her ass sharply with their massive poles, bringing pathetic cries
from her as they stabbed her again and again. Watching, Laura was
torn by sympathy and yet wildly aroused by the spectacle. She knew
they had fucked her this hard too, and she had exploded in killing
orgasms, exactly as Camille was about to do.
She wanted to fling herself onto the three of them somehow and
participate in the wild conflagration that was about to happen. But
she was too late. Camille gave a tiny shriek, then began to come
extravagantly. Both men erupted at nearly the same moment, pumping
jism into her, and all three collapsed in a pile of thrashing,
squirming, panting human flesh as the uncontrollable bursts of their
orgasms mingled.
The three of them lay as if glued together, unable to move for
almost a minute. The bedroom was filled with their harsh panting
and sighing, which soon began to subside. Laura found that she was
incredibly horny again, just from watching, even though her pussy
and her ass both felt cruelly stretched, skewered, and ravaged from
her own similar experience earlier.
But there would be no quick relief for her, since the others
had nearly destroyed one another in the most shattering fuck she had
witnessed in months. Camille actually screamed softly with pain as
the two men pulled their gigantic dicks out of her body. She looked
at Laura in a new way now, since they had both shared this ecstatic
ordeal.
"If I knew it would be like that, I would've run in the
opposite direction," she grinned, speaking softly to Laura, but
obviously not really meaning it.
The two men were dozing. Laura pulled Camille aside, pulling
her out of the bedroom into the hall.
"Come in the livingroom with me," she whispered.
Camille obediently followed. They had both been brutally
hammered with double-penetration fucking, but it seemed only to
raise the level of sexual heat between them.
"Leave them in there, I want to fuck with you," Laura
whispered, slithering her tongue into Camille's marvelous brown ear.
"Mmmmmm, me too," Camille sighed as they stretched out
together on the floor. "Do you think we should clean up first? I
feel like cum is leaking from me everywhere."
"I know," Laura agreed. "But don't you kind of like the
slimy, dirty, smelly way it all feels. Somehow it turns me on."
"Mmmmm, me too," Camille purred, rubbing two fingers in the
wet groove of Laura's pussy, then licking them clean, curling her
tongue around them sensually.
It was more than Laura could take. "I think I was interrupted
when I was making love to these before," she murmured, taking
Camille's large naked breasts in her hands and kissing them
passionately.
For the next thirty minutes, they fucked with total abandon,
as if the two brothers asleep in the other room had never touched
them earlier, let alone double-drilled each of them. They each came
twice, the first time face to face, their pussies crunching
together, legs locked around each other's hips; the second time in a
gloriously painstaking sixty-nine, each coaxing the other forward
until they met at the same starburst of exuberant orgasms.
Only as they were groggily surfacing from this last firestorm
of coming did they notice that both men had revived, and were
watching them come, fascinated, each one holding his newly-hard huge
cock and eyeing the girls predatorily again. In the ensuing half
hour the four of them indulged in more conventional sex. Rob fucked
Laura, and Eric fucked Camille.
But even though Laura and Camille came again fairly quickly,
both men had a harder time getting there. And when Eric pulled out
of Camille, leaving the beautiful girl whimpering and helpless from
a sharp climax, his brother beckoned him, and Laura again felt fear
in the pit of her stomach. Oh god, I don't think I can take it
again! she thought.
"Hey, little brother, come over here with me and give Laura
another ride on the bicycle built for two," Rob cracked.
"Ungghh!" Laura groaned as he jabbed his huge stiff prick
violently up into her pussy. "Ungghh! Rob . . . you're so crude!
Ungghh!" she gasped.
"What's the matter, Laura? Your little asshole hurts?"
"Yes! Unghh! Must you do it so hard? Ungghh!"
"Maybe he could put it in here with mine," Rob suggested.
"Think there's enough room? Pretty snug already."
Laura pushed her naked breasts into his face to keep him from
talking. Rob obliged by sucking her nipples like a sex-crazed wild
animal. Suddenly Laura found herself in the middle of a loud,
agonized shriek before she even knew it was coming out of her
throat.
"Auunngghiiieeeee! Ohnngg shit!" she cried, looking over her
shoulder.
Eric was behind her, and he was trying--and slowly succeeding--
to push his immense hard cock into her pussy too, though it was
already crammed full of Rob's. Nothing like this had ever happened
to her before. The pain was excruciating. It felt like her poor
sore pussy was being ripped apart by these huge ramrods.
But Rob had an iron grip on her hips, and Eric was determined.
Her first scream was her only one, because her breath was taken away
by the pain. Eric had to pull his prick back out and lubricate it
with baby oil before he could try again. And this time it went all
the way in.
Laura nearly fainted. The next ninety seconds were the
roughest physical moments she had ever had in her life. She was
sure they would split her apart as they hammered their massive
organs in and out of her engorged, throbbing pussy, fucking her in a
wild, frenetic abandon.
It was only a minute and a half, but it seemed like an hour
and a half. She was crushed between their stabbing, surging, hard
bodies, whimpering helplessly as they impaled her again and again
with sharp, jabbing thrusts that filled her whole writhing body with
pain. And the closer they got to their climaxes, the more brutally
they fucked her, until Laura was just a quivering, sobbing mass of
meat between them.
Mercifully, it was so exciting to both men that it didn't take
either one long to come at this pace. Soon they were lunging into
her violently, then groaning and spewing rockets of cum into her
painfully-stretched pussy, spurting so much that it began to leak
out around the hard stalks of their still-plunging cocks. Laura did
not come at all. She was so consumed by the pain of it that all she
could do was hope for it to be over.
When it was finally over, the two men pulled out of her.
Laura struggled to her feet, feeling jism run down her thighs, and
ran to the bathroom. Quickly she washed, then returned to the
bedroom for her clothes. Camille appeared while she was hurriedly
dressing.
"I . . . I don't know what to say," she said softly to Laura.
"Did it hurt?"
"You bet it hurt," Laura spat.
"I couldn't stop them," Camille said.
"Did you try?" Laura shot her a hostile glance.
Camille looked down. She was still naked. In spite of
herself, Laura could feel a deep, distant throbbing in her own
ravaged pussy as she looked at the girl's gorgeous body.
"It wasn't your fault," she told Camille, softening.
She went over to her.
Camille looked up. A big tear was balanced below each
fetching Chinesey eye, ready to fall. They slid together down her
cheeks.
"It wasn't your fault," Laura repeated.
She kissed Camille on the cheek, tasting the salt of Camille's
tears. Then she grabbed her bag and left, without even speaking to
Rob or Eric.
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Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, anal, toys
Part: Chapter 84
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 84
At work Laura did not see Sholandra until the afternoon, when
they ran into one another in the corridor. Sholandra pulled her
aside. It was almost shocking to Laura to see the warm, murky,
affectionate, frankly sensual look in Sholandra's eyes, since she
had got used to the hostile glare that had been there formerly.
"I got my period," Sholandra whispered to her. "I think it
was all that wild pumping and . . . coming, it just started it."
She couldn't suppress a grin of happiness.
Laura felt a quick tremor of renewed, and very strong, lust
for the girl. "I guess that takes care of tonight," she shrugged.
Sholandra's face fell. "It's the first thing I thought of."
Laura leaned closer, whispering in her ear. "Don't worry, I
can wait. But I'd like to rip your clothes off right here."
Sholandra giggled softly. "I wish you could. God, Laura,
you've changed my life."
Laura winked. "Only for the better. Now, let me know when
you get the green light, okay?"
"Friday," Sholandra said, eagerly. "No, Saturday. At least
by Saturday."
"I'll put it down," Laura laughed. "Call me."
"You call me," Sholandra said, plaintively now, as if she
realized that Laura might be sleeping with others in the meantime.
Laura however had no plans to. Given her wild night with Rob
and Camille, followed by her exhausting--both emotionally and
physically--night with Sholandra, she was looking forward to a few
days of abstinence. Even a slut like me can use a rest, she
thought.
But that afternoon, her boss selected her to fill in at a
conference in Chicago, which the boss couldn't attend. She had to
fly out the next morning. At home that night she was about to phone
Sholandra, when her phone rang. It was Brandi.
"Voice out of the past, pretty white lady," she said.
It had been almost a year since they had spent three days in
Laura's apartment, almost constantly fucking.
"Oh god . . . Brandi! Is it really you?"
"I can see you still aren't keeping up with the body building
scene. Shame on you. I'm Ms. Olympia again, fifth time,
unprecedented. Congratulate me."
"Oh no . . . did it slip past me again?" Laura said in dismay.
"Well . . . not your fault this time," Brandi said, teasing
her. "They moved it up a couple of months so it would coincide with
the Mr. Olympia contest. Had them together, in New York. And I
won! Although the jealous shits were trying to kill me. The other
girls, I mean. Contestants."
"I'll bet they were."
"I don't mean to be ungracious. There's a lot of jealousy.
Hey, I want to fly out and see you." She lowered her voice
dramatically. "You know what I really want."
Laura thought quickly. "How far are you from Chicago? I'm
flying there tomorrow morning."
"Honey, I got time on my hands. I can be in Chicago by noon
tomorrow."
"Oh god, my heart is thumping so fast," Laura confessed.
"Mmmmm, my little sugar donut is beginning to melt, pretty
white lady. What hotel are you staying at?"
Laura told her, and they arranged to meet there in the late
afternoon. Laura tried not to think about it during her flight, or
even up until the moment she was supposed to meet Brandi in the
lobby. God, it's too exciting! she realized. First Sholandra, then
this! Brandi! Last time we nearly killed each other. Laura's pussy
actually fluttered inside when she thought of Brandi, and the raw,
athletic fucking they always shared.
And when she saw Brandi in the lobby, her heart nearly stopped.
She couldn't believe her eyes. Had Brandi really become that much
more beautiful in the few months since they had last seen each
other? She was breathtaking. Her hairstyle was different, with
wisps of black filaments coming down over her forehead.
And of course she was never reluctant to show off her singular
body. She was dressed in a small turquoise silk garment that
concealed very little of her spectacular flesh. I'm glad I already
know her, Laura thought as she walked through the lobby toward
Brandi. Otherwise, I'd have to quit my job and grovel at her feet,
beg her to let me touch her . . .
"Oh god, I don't believe how gorgeous you are," she said as
Brandi reached out for her hand.
"You're just saying that, aren't you, pretty white lady,"
Brandi scoffed, mocking herself and well aware that every eye in the
hotel was on them both, these two stunning women kissing cheeks, and
smiling broadly for show.
Laura wanted to lick her, to lick every bit of Brandi's
wonderful gleaming skin, and she recalled how she had licked Brandi's
shoulder the first time they had been together, and how Brandi had
allowed her. I never wanted to lick anyone like that except her,
Laura realized.
She bent close. "I want to lick you," she whispered. "Like
the first time."
"Oooohh, in my secret place?" Brandi winked.
"All over your body," Laura whispered. "There, too."
They pulled back from one another. "We better act cool,"
Brandi said under her breath. "We be cool," she glanced around. "We
be cool."
"Maybe we should go to the bar and have a drink," Laura said,
looking around at all the people looking at them.
"Are you kidding? Take me to your room. I'm so wet I'd slide
right off the bar stool. Anyway, I don't drink, did you forget?
I'm not like your other little playthings." She winked again.
Brandi had brought only a small bag, so it didn't look like she
was cheating, going up to Laura's room. Once inside, she tossed the
bag on the chair and they fell into each other's arms. Laura
remembered the last time she had made love in a hotel room. To
Jonelle, in Dallas. A memory of heart-aching beauty. But she
quickly pushed it away, not wanting to spoil this special moment
too.
Brandi nibbled Laura's ear. "If you don't fuck me quick,
pretty white lady, I gon' bust like a balloon," she whispered hotly,
her breath in Laura's ear as hot as her words.
"I want to lick you," Laura repeated what she had whispered in
the lobby, running her tongue all over Brandi's perfect, round,
gleaming dark shoulder.
"Oh god, it gives me the shivers," Brandi giggled, gripped by a
sharp tremor.
Laura kept licking her, unbuttoning the back of her beautiful
skimpy blue dress at the same time. "At least we don't have far to
go to the bed," she murmured against the back of Brandi's neck,
licking it too.
By the time she got the dress off, she had licked nearly every
inch of Brandi's muscular, award-winning back, pausing to unclasp
Brandi's bra.
"This is what everyone would do to you if they only had the
chance," she murmured, pulling Brandi now down onto the bed with her.
"Mmmmm, but you can't do any more until you take these off
too," Brandi smiled, unfastening Laura's blouse at the top.
Laura let Brandi undress her, unable to keep her own hands off
Brandi's body, the wonderful, hard, muscular, beautiful, smooth,
rippling body. It had been nearly a year.
"God, I forgot how hard you are," she said, kissing Brandi's
arms.
Then, as Brandi still struggled to removed Laura's clothes,
Laura's mouth found Brandi's breasts. Her hands also found Brandi's
breasts, hard little mounds with large, gleaming black nipples.
Laura sucked them greedily.
"Ohhnnnn! Oh Laura!" Brandi gasped.
Any thought of taking it slowly quickly vanished. Having
Brandi's incredible naked body under her drove Laura into a frenzy of
passion. Together they got the rest of Laura's clothes off in a mad
few seconds, and then Laura fell again on Brandi's breasts, sucking
them sharply, which drove Brandi into a hot delirium of need.
"Ohhhnn . . . god yes!" she moaned. "God, yes! Nobody does
it to me like you! Unhh! Oh . . . please! Oh Laura!"
Brandi's incredible glossy body writhed and squirmed under
Laura's caresses, and Laura devoured her, kissing her way down the
amazing hard stomach, smoother now, with fewer ripples than she
remembered, and then kissing the insides of Brandi's huge thighs, the
thighs she worshipped, sleek, bulging muscles that had made her die
of coming and would soon do it again.
Finally, her lips came to Brandi's glistening, open pussy, a
beautiful wet flower that she couldn't help kissing passionately.
Brandi had been right about being very wet, and Laura's licked her
juices eagerly, slipping her tongue right into the shiny pink cleft,
driving Brandi wild.
"Oh! Oh!" Brandi gasped, her hips churning uncontrollably.
Laura knew how horny Brandi was from her helpless quivering and
moaning, and instead of waiting, she went for the money right away.
She licked Brandi's taut little clit hard, and in only a few more
seconds Brandi burst with coming.
"Ungghhh! Ohngg . . . ahh! Ouunngghh!" she groaned, twisting
and flexing, more beautiful in the throes of her orgasm than Laura
could have remembered.
It was a sharp, violent orgasm that lasted a long time,
leaving Brandi gulping for breath, her eyes glazed and her mouth
slack. Finally, she regained her breath.
"God, I'm sorry to be so quick," she apologized to Laura. "I
haven't come like that since . . . since the last time with you,"
she beamed. "My husband . . ." she looked down, as if embarrassed,
"he's, you know, very good-looking, and good to me too, but he
doesn't really take any time trying to make me . . . oh god, Laura,
nobody ever made me come like that! No wonder I dream of you."
"You do?" Laura smiled.
"Yes.
Laura dropped a hand to one of Brandi's magnificent, huge,
bulging, gleaming, sleek, muscular thighs, running her fingers along
the perfectly-shaped ridge of muscle. She didn't want to wait
either.
"I dream of these," she said, huskily, her eyes smoking as she
raised them to Brandi's.
"We don't waste any time, do we," Brandi breathed.
Laura shook her head. "A year is a long time, Ms. Olympia."
Brandi knew the way they both loved it, the way that made Laura
nearly die of ecstacy. She moved to the easy chair beside the bed,
and Laura joined her, biting her lower lip as Brandi held her hips
and Laura straddled one huge, glossy, brown thigh, bringing her
splayed wet pussy down onto it.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped, excitedly.
They indulged in a long, sultry kiss before doing anything.
Brandi's hands roamed all over Laura's naked body as they kissed.
"My my, pretty white lady, you are wet wet wet," she smiled as
their mouths came apart. "Be careful you don't slide off."
Already Laura was reeling with lust. "You're strong enough to
hold me, aren't you," she panted to Brandi.
"I believe I am," Brandi said, kissing her again, dropping her
mouth to Laura's breasts as Laura herself began to move her wet
pussy back and forth gingerly on Brandi's spectacular thigh muscle,
hands placed up on the hard ridge where it met Brandi's pelvis,
pushing her breasts into Brandi's face, gasping excitedly when
Brandi's mouth sucked one of her nipples in deep.
It all happened with amazing speed. Laura was quickly out of
control. Brandi's strong hands grabbed her hips, while Brandi's mouth
continued to ravish her breasts, sucking and tearing at her nipples.
Laura whimpered in a low, semi-hysterical keening moan. Now Brandi
was moving Laura's pussy back and forth on her huge hard thigh,
moving it faster, moving it harder.
"Ungghh! Ohnngg god!" Laura gasped, throwing her head back.
"Unggh! Brandi . . . oh god, Brandi . . . oh god!" she whimpered
wildly, quivering from a shocking overload of sexual stimulation.
"Oh baby, you gon' come fast," Brandi panted.
She quickly and easily lifted Laura's shaking body and placed
Laura on her back on the bed. Then she lowered her thigh, all slick
by now with Laura's abundant cunt juices, between Laura's yawning
thighs, kissing Laura's mouth tenderly as she brought the huge, hard
muscle gently down again into the wet groove of Laura's pussy.
Laura nearly swooned as she felt it mash into her aching cunt.
Her fingernails bit into Brandi's magnificent back. "Oh god .
. . Brandi, fuck me hard . . . ungghh! Oh . . . don't hold back!
Ohnngg! Unh! UNH!"
She nearly lost consciousness as she felt Brandi's wonderful,
sleek muscle, as hard as a steel piston, crunch down into her pussy,
sending flames streaking through her body. The frantic, hysterical
mewlings that escaped from her throat soon vanished with her breath,
and she really did black out momentarily, as Brandi did what Laura
had begged and fucked her hard with quick, crunching thigh-strokes
that took Laura over the top in seconds.
She simply erupted with coming in a way she never did except
with Brandi, a killing seizure of disabling rapture that robbed her
of breath, and briefly of consciousness. She went briefly limp,
then surged back to life as the rupturing spasms of a fierce climax
ripped through her body. Groaning and twisting, she came and came
until she couldn't come any more. Then she went limp again, tears
leaking from the corners of her eyes, her flesh throbbing and
pulsing with aftershocks as Brandi slowly pulled her thigh back.
"'Scuse me, honey, I've got to get a towel," she whispered.
She dashed to the bathroom and returned with one, mopping up
the shiny mess of pussyjuice Laura had left on her thigh. Laura
giggled softly.
"I really came all over you this time, didn't I."
"You sure did. That pretty pussy just gushed on me. I wish I
could lick it."
Their eyes caught, and they both dissolved into giggles. "I
guess you'll get your chance," Laura giggled softly. "I might not
survive too many more rapes like that one."
Brandi acted scandalized. "You asked for it, pretty white
lady," she smiled. "You told me not to go easy."
"I know," Laura blushed, growing aroused all over again.
She could see that Brandi was too. Now, having had a sunburst
of furious fucking and climaxing, they coiled sensually together and
began to make love to one another in a slow, patient, simmering way,
getting to know each other again, exploring each other's body. Now
they took their time, and it was twenty minutes before either one
came again.
Laura came first, so aroused by being in bed with Brandi again.
She exploded in a long, agonizing orgasm that seemed to lead right
into Brandi's, who then came in a wrenching climax, her gorgeous,
bizarre body flexing and writhing through the fierce spasms. And
now they were briefly exhausted and had to stop to regain their
energies.
They relaxed, ordered room service, then bathed one another, a
slow, simmering ritual that soon brought them back to the bed in a
frenzy of lust, which only another hour of energetic fucking could
satisfy. Several climaxes later, they fell into a deep sleep of
fatigue, coiled together, happy at last.
In the morning, Laura had to go to her conference.
"I can't stand the thought of the day without you, after last
night," Brandi murmured, nuzzling Laura's neck, squeezing one of her
naked breasts. "I never feel this way about my husband."
Laura felt the same way. Lying naked next to Brandi, it was as
if all the fucking they had already done yesterday had never
happened. Her lust was fresh and sharp and urgent.
"I don't have to go for the beginning," she said. "It'll only
be a long boring speech anyway. I need you. I want you again."
"Mmmmmm, me too you, pretty white lady. Want you to do it to
me hard. And often."
And so even before breakfast they ended up sixty-nining
themselves into a surfeit of bliss, their bodies so responsive to
one another that they could conjure orgasms out of almost nothing.
And Laura, of course, could never get enough of Brandi's incredible
body. By the time she had to leave for the conference, she had
brought Ms. Olympia to five more beautiful early-morning orgasms,
and had three herself.
Brandi was limp with exhaustion, and lay sprawled sexily across
the rumpled sheets as Laura prepared to go. "You just take your way
with a pretty little black girl like me, then go off to your
business, right?" she smiled at Laura.
Laura smirked. "Love 'em and leave 'em," she said. "But I'll
be back here by four. I expect both of us to be hornier than a tick
by then."
"Mmmmmm, can't wait," Brandi whispered, stretching like a cat,
flexing her incredible muscles, making Laura want to forget her
duty.
She spent a long, fatiguing day at the conference, and didn't
return to the room until five. She had loaned the key to Brandi, so
she could come and go throughout the day, and Brandi was there
watching TV in her underwear when Laura returned. And her underwear
was not exactly demure, Laura noted as Brandi answered the door and
let her in.
It was red. And incredibly seductive, abbreviated, barely
anything covering her strategic areas, nearly all of her beautiful,
sharply-muscled body and sleek black skin visible.
"I hope it was me you were expecting," Laura said, eyes wide,
feeling her lust quotient rising by the second.
"You like?" Brandi modeled her underwear. "I bought them just
for you. Today."
"Really?"
"Really. I thought you might have fun taking them off."
"Maybe you mean ripping them off," Laura grinned.
"You better not. Cost me a fortune."
They kissed and Laura pulled down one red spaghetti strap from
Brandi's sexy bra, kissing her round gleaming shoulder hungrily.
"Mmmm, I could eat you alive."
"Mmmmm, you already just about did. Last night. And this
morning. A girl can't get any rest around you."
"I love the way your nipples show through the net of this
bra."
"Mmmmm, the better to tempt you with, my pet," Brandi purred.
"It's so nice we can just be . . . you know, sexy, and not have to
worry about that rough stuff getting in the way, like last time."
Laura smiled slyly, stepping back momentarily. She went to
her suitcase, rummaged around, then held up first the gag, then the
four-pronged, bowed dildo, then a small coil of white nylon rope.
"Are you very sure?" she asked slowly, suggestively.
Brandi's eyes widened. She bit her full lower lip. "No . . ."
she said weakly. "I . . . I'm not sure. I was only hoping."
Laura dropped all of them on the bed and returned to Brandi,
this time peeling the other bra strap down. "We don't have to do
it," she whispered. "I just brought them in case. Right now I want
to get back to this."
"And I want you to," Brandi breathed, throwing her head back as
Laura slowly peeled off the rest of the gauzy, sexy red bra and
scooped Brandi's small breasts up in her hands, lowering her lips to
the dark, gleaming, swollen nipples.
Their desire for each other was very intense, as if they had
not spent the past night and early this morning trying to wear one
another out with fucking. Laura was unclothed in seconds, but she
took her time removing Brandi's sexy red panties, kissing every
scrupmtious inch of the girl's delicious flesh as she pulled them
down. By this time Brandi was nearly out of control, and the two
girls devoured one another in a wild sexual frenzy, much more
vigorous and athletic than either had been since they had reunited
yesterday.
Afterwards, they lay panting in the rumpled sheets.
"Gosh, you sure know how to wear a girl out, Laura," Brandi
smiled. "And that poor maid. She made up this bed so nice, and now
look what we've done to it."
Laura kissed her. "I don't know what it is about you. I
can't satisfy this craving. I just want you and want you. All the
time."
"It's the bod," Brandi winked. "It's different from your usual
bod, the ones you, you know, usually do it with." Suddenly, she got
diffident. "I've never asked you about them. Those others. I
guess I'm a little jealous."
"Like I am of your husband?"
"But he doesn't make me feel the way you do," Brandi protested.
"And yet something tells me that some other women you sleep with
fuck you a lot better than I do."
"Nobody. If you only knew how special you are to me."
"I wish you hadn't brought those . . . things," Brandi said,
looking toward the floor, where she and Laura had pushed the sex
toys in their hot, vigorous fucking.
Her body was gripped by a sudden shiver, apparently of
excitement.
"We don't have to use them," Laura said matter-of-factly.
In fact, she really did feel that way. She was getting her
fill of Brandi without the rough stuff being thrown in.
"I want to use them," Brandi said, solemnly, staring Laura
straight in the eye. "I mean, I want you to use them on me. I was
hoping you'd save me from myself, that's all."
Now Laura began to feel the same excitement. She realized
that once you had done that, you couldn't go back. She had never
gone into that territory, for example, with Yvette, or Jonelle, or
dear Rina, or Chanitra, and hadn't missed it. But with Karen, or
Barbara, or now with Brandi, it couldn't be avoided.
"I know I explained it to you once," Brandi said softly. "But
maybe you don't realize the effect it has on me. To be so
vulnerable, to actually be helpless, to give this . . . very strong
body to you, only to you, and let you do anything to me." Brandi
swallowed. "I makes me know how you feel when I do it to you with
my thigh. I almost . . . faint when I come. I . . . want it so
bad."
Laura embraced her and kissed her tenderly, very emotionally.
"I feel honored that you trust me so much."
"I love you, Laura. We can't be . . . together, I know. It
would be so wrong for both of us. But I . . . love you."
"I know. I feel the same way."
Brandi tickled her. "You just love me for my fantastic body.
'Fess up, pretty white lady. You jest like all the rest."
Laura pinned her on her back, something they both knew she
could only do if Brandi allowed it. "We both know that's not true,"
she murmured, kissing her again, this time more passionately.
Then Laura, her body still on top of Brandi's, reached down to
the floor and pulled up the rope.
"Oh god!" Brandi quivered as she felt it against the skin of
her arm.
The next ten minutes were among the most exciting Laura could
remember as she carefully tied Brandi's powerful, sleek, naked body
to the bed. It was a hotel bed, with no easy-to-use tubes or rods,
and so she had to use her ingenuity, running the rope down under the
legs of the bed, then back up around Brandi's wrists and ankles.
Fortunately, Laura had bought a new coil of one hundred feet
of nylon rope for this trip, and there was plenty left. Now, with
Brandi's hands and feet totally immobilized, she concentrated on the
rest of the girl's phenomenal body. The look of the white coils
encircling Brandi's bulging, glossy muscles made Laura's pussy ooze
and flutter, and a hot pulse beat in the pit of her stomach.
Brandi was just as aroused, and quivered and moaned the whole
time. Since they had done this before, there were no surprises, and
they could enjoy every intense second. Laura kissed Brandi's
imprisoned body everywhere, tying up her small breasts and kissing
them feverishly, driving Brandi nearly mad as she teased the
delicious, shiny black nipples.
She drew the rope down to Brandi's groin, on both sides, so
that her pussy was trapped between the strands, puckered and
swollen.
"I'm tying up your pussy," she murmured, "so I can have my way
with it."
And then she did, tonguing it, sucking it, bringing Brandi to a
sharp orgasm as if in preparation for the horrific ones that would
follow it. Brandi writhed and squirmed in the tight ropes, moaning,
gasping sharply as the spasms wrenched her.
"Ungghh! Ohnngg Laura . . . unh! Oh! Auungghh!" she cried
out, her lovely face contorted with bliss.
"Mmmmm, and that's just a hint of what's in store," Laura
whispered, now taking a small bottle of baby oil from her suitcase.
Lubricating one forefinger, she began to fuck Brandi's asshole
with it, loosening the tiny, puckered ring enough to slide two
fingers into it, watching Brandi's glazed, half-hypnotized eyes as
the rhythmic strokes aroused her further.
"Unhhh!" she panted, half-groaning, her glazed eyes fixed on
Laura's. "You better put that thing in my mouth before you go on,
pretty white lady," she panted. "I gon' scream any minute."
"Scream with ecstacy," Laura smiled, leaning forward and
kissing Brandi heatedly while she continued to fingerfuck her ass.
"Unh unh unh," Brandi panted, growing even more delirious as
Laura again dropped her mouth to the girl's breasts and sucked and
teethed her swollen nipples while she fucked her. "Oh please, Laura,
oh please!"
After a few minutes of this, Laura cleaned her fingers and
fastened the gag in place on the shaking, mewling, almost
hysterically horny Brandi. By now the girl was surpassingly
ravishing, her powerful body glossy with a thin film of sweat as she
writhed and struggled in the coils of rope that bit into her silky
flesh.
Somehow Laura realized that this was going to be even more
powerful than the last time. They knew what was coming, there were
no surprises, and so they could concentrate on every instant, every
excruciatingly intense sensation. Laura took the four-pronged dildo
fuck machine and lasciviously greased one of the prongs, the one
that would be inserted into her own ass.
Then, with Brandi watching, fascinated, wildly aroused, she
began to masturbate exhibitionistically with it, sliding each dildo
into her body, one into her pussy, the other up her ass, then moving
it in and out slowly. This drove her just as wild as Brandi, and
within minutes the sexual tension in the small hotel room was nearly
unbearable.
Brandi's dark eyes begged Laura, begged for her to do it,
implored her to begin the final rape. And Laura realized that she
had to get on with it because she herself was becoming weak with
lust, weak with need, her arms shaking as she pushed the fantastic
machine in and out of her body.
She had not spoken for a long time, but now she began to talk
to Brandi.
"Ohhhhh! Oh . . . you want me to stick it into you, don't
you?" she murmured. "You want me to fuck you in the ass and the
pussy, don't you, Ms. Olympia? Look at you, Brandi, you're totally
at my mercy, aren't you. Don't you want me to fuck you and rape you
and fuck you really hard?"
Brandi nodded vigorously, making tiny, helpless, squealing
sounds through the ball gag. Her eyes fluttered shut as if she were
begging Laura to fuck her, and she probably was. Laura knew that
she could not take much more delay herself. Both of them were
delirious with need, worked up to a fever pitch.
Moving carefully to keep the two prongs inside her body, Laura
crouched between Brandi's spread thighs, pushing the other two into
her, first the still-oiled one into her ass, then the other deep
into her pussy. Brandi groaned excitedly as she felt them penetrate
her.
"Unngghoomwwnngg! Ungghh!" she moaned, twisting violently.
The next minute or so was a firestorm of fucking. Laura tried
to start out slowly, but both of them quickly degenerated into a
furious thrusting mania, grunting and gasping, their hips gyrating
wildly, their groins plunging together, their bodies stabbed and
pierced by the huge, thick dildoes. Brandi was tied up, but she was
strong, and she fucked Laura back with all her might.
Laura fell on the shiny round hard balls of Brandi's strangled,
throttled breasts and devoured them as she fucked her, the
sensations driving Brandi to the brink of an orgasm immediately, then
over the top in a shocking explosion of coming.
Actually, she came only a split second before Laura felt her
whole body stricken by a sharp cataclysm of ecstacy, ripping a cry
of agonizing pleasure right out of her throat as she buried her face
in Brandi's neck, trying to muffle her own scream.
"Auungghiieeee!" she cried out before the breath left her body
as the wrenching spasms became too intense.
Brandi was arching, quivering, moaning wildly as she came and
came, her body joined to Laura's by the fiendish machine which kept
fucking them both as each one surged and shuddered through a
punctuated series of sharp climaxes. Laura's body was ripped by
fierce, hot spasms of sexual rapture, a huge, blinding orgasm
certainly the equal of any she had ever had. Both girls came so
hard that for a long while they could barely move. Laura lay
panting, gaspsing for breath, on top of Brandi who, being gagged, was
fighting even harder for her breath.
Finally, Laura revived enough to unfasten the gag. Brandi
breathed desperately, then calmed down. "Saints in heaven, girl,
one of us is going to die doing this," she said weakly, grinning at
Laura.
They both winced and gasped as Laura carefully extracted the
pleasure machine from their bodies. Then Laura hastily untied
Brandi. In the aftermath of their orgasms, they both felt ashamed of
the compulsions that had driven them to this, and tried to get the
evidence out of the way as quickly as they could.
But now, with rope, harness, dildo machine safely out of
sight, they could come together again in the sweet, long, love
session that followed. Laura now had a fresh excuse to kiss and
caress every inch of Brandi's naked body, where the rope had burned
it, and Brandi had her gratitude to Laura, which she expressed by a
slow, painstaking process during which she tongued Laura's pussy
until Laura was writhing, biting the pillow, and coming again in a
bonfire of bliss.
Laura still had one day left of her conference, but she
managed to cut it short and spend half of it in bed with Brandi. Now
that they had plumbed the depths, and healed the sores, they engaged
in some simply exhilarating and athletic girl-fucking, the kind that
Laura was used to only with Chanitra, whose young body had the
stamina that only Brandi, being in great shape from her training
regimen, could equal. And by the end of a couple of hours, even
Laura was dragging. She had climaxed twelve times and felt like a
limp rag, her body still tingling in the afterglow.
In contrast, Brandi, who had come just as much, was fresh and
strong, eager for more, and it was a pleasure just to give in to
her. It was often, Laura remembered, at such a point of exhaustion
that the most excruciating orgasms were possible to her, and she
eyed the huge, glossy muscles of Brandi's award-winning thighs again
lustfully, a glance that did not go unnoticed.
"Want it again, eh, pretty white lady?" she asked, softly.
"God, yes!" Laura breathed, feeling her pulse leap.
"Harder than the first time, right?" Brandi grinned.
"Yes. Look, you want to be vulnerable to me. I want . . .
you know what I want."
They were both naked, having been fucking for an hour without
stopping, and Brandi rolled Laura over onto her back, rising above her on
her own elbows. "Don't know if you have another orgasm left in that
tired body, Laura," she said, kissing Laura's mouth long and
tenderly. "But I'm willing to try if you are."
But Brandi didn't realize the profound erotic excitement Laura
experienced at the mere thought of it. Already she was trembling,
her pussy oozing warm nectars, her nipples throbbing.
"I want you to fuck me hard," she whispered hoarsely to Brandi,
already spreading her thighs, beckoning, almost begging. "I don't
want you to go easy on me. Do it hard, please. Hard. Don't worry
about hurting me."
"But I do . . . I do," Brandi cooed, kissing her again,
cradling Laura's head in her hands and kissing her everywhere, her
neck, her shoulder, her lips again, then her breasts, sucking her
nipples hard.
"Ohnnn! Oh . . . yes!" Laura gasped.
Already she could feel the steely muscle between her thighs,
feel Brandi's smooth skin brushing her wet cuntlips. The pressure
grew greater and greater, and Laura nearly fainted with
anticipation. She closed her thighs around Brandi's, gyrating her
hips and pumping slowly as Brandi began to move her leg up and down.
"I love to fuck you, pretty white lady," Brandi murmured in her
ear, caressing her body, kissing her, fucking her firmly,
rhythmically, her mouth dropping briefly again to Laura's breasts,
then returning to her ear. "I love to fuck you, Laura. Get ready.
I'm going to fuck you hard, like you want it. You give it to me
like I want it, and I'm going to return the favor. Fucking you and
having you fuck me is the best thing in my life."
"Unhhh!" Laura grunted softly, overcome with sexual
excitement.
"Even better than winning Ms. Olympia," Brandi whispered, now
pushing her steel-hard thigh harder and harder into Laura's
vulnerable pussy.
"Unhh!" Laura whimpered, tossing her head. "Oh god!"
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes!" Brandi panted, jamming her sleek
thigh into Laura's pussy each time, harder each time, until Laura
was gagging on the uprush of a ferocious orgasm, briefly losing
consciousness as the impact overwhelmed her, dizzy with fierce
seizures of rapture.
She came so sharply that even when surfacing from her brief
swoon she could feel every muscle in her body clenching painfully,
and her pussy felt like an expanding and contracting molten bomb,
throbbing wildly as the rupturing spasms wrenched her. It was a
long, violent orgasm, a series of orgasms really, all bundled into
one long wrenching, heart-stopping moment, with Brandi never
stopping, Brandi fucking her in a relentless, crunching embrace right
down to the very end, when Laura, weeping softly and gasping
desperately for air, could finally come no more.
And now Brandi rolled to the side on the bed, still holding
Laura, more gently now, kissing away the tears that slicked Laura's
cheeks, purring to her softly.
"Oh baby, oh girl, Laura, I love to make you come like that,"
she purred in a low, soothing voice, caressing Laura's naked body
even now, but with a gentle, loving stroke.
"Oh Brandi . . ." Laura croaked softly, words failing her.
"I know . . . I know. You do that for me too. We should be
married to each other, but then what would people say, right? Two
gorgeous lesbo perverts. And they already hate me enough already."
"You're kidding," Laura said, finally regaining her senses.
"Oh, no. Can you believe they said I shouldn't win the title
again this year, because my stomach is too smooth? Can you believe
that? Feel it. What do you think."
"Excuse me," Laura said, feigning a blush, "but you know how I
feel about your stomach."
"How is that?" Brandi asked, playing coy.
Laura stroked it with her fingers. It was indeed phenomenally
smooth, not the rippled washboard she remembered from the past. She
marveled again at how someone like Brandi could change a part of her
body merely by will, by deciding to do it.
"If it were possible, you delectable creature, I would eat
your stomach and swallow it whole," Laura said.
She lay her cheek against it, just to feel the marvelous flesh
and skin. Brandi's midriff and belly were almost preternaturally
taut and smooth, and Laura's sensitive cheek could feel the ripples
of the muscles she had previously seen there just beneath the
surface. It was a surprisingly erotic feeling, and she began
kissing and caressing every smooth inch of Brandi's stomach, until
she was tempted to dip lower.
And of course she ended up eating Brandi's delicious wet pussy
and bringing Brandi again to another climax. It was a fitting
conclusion to their time together, three days of unrestrained,
exuberant fucking in a city foreign to them both, with no extraneous
demands. When it came time to part, both felt they had cemented
their relationship in ways they had never foreseen.
"Good thing we can't see each other very often," Brandi
whispered as they kissed goodbye one last time, before leaving the
hotel room. "I really would want to marry you."
"And divorce your husband?" Laura acted shocked.
"You know what I mean," Brandi said.
"I'm sorry. I do know what you mean."
For the moment Laura ignored the knowledge that she could
never be true to one person. She had not thought of Sholandra once
while spending days in bed with Brandi, but now the image of
Sholandra swam into her mind, and she could not ignore it. Still,
she couldn't remember three days of her life as sweet as the ones
she had just spent.
"I love you, Brandi," she whispered.
"Love you too, pretty white lady. And you fuck good, too,"
she winked.
With that, they kissed and then left separately, Laura's idea,
since she would never forget the hotel employee who had spied and
smirked at her and Yvette.
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Keywords: FF, cons, interr, anal, toys
Part: Chapter 107
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
Chapter 107
Shocked, emotionally drained, and sexually overwrought, Laura
locked the door and made herself another drink. She was very sad
that this had happened, but in her experience--chiefly with Yvette,
and Sholandra, and Jonelle--she had found that they always came
back. Once they had tasted what Laura had to give them, they
couldn't refuse it.
Would it happen with Trina? Things were so different with
her, complicated by the memory of Rina. How true might it be that
Laura was trying to sleep with Trina just to recapture her memory of
Rina? Who wouldn't feel the way Trina did, in the same situation?
Laura sympathized with her.
And yet the memory of her body, her naked breasts and huge
nipples, wet and shiny with Laura's saliva, her beautiful face
contorted in sexual pleasure, so reminiscent of Rina's, was enough
to send Laura over the edge. She was already trembling with pent-
up, unsatisfied lust, awakened during the sweet moments when she had
been making love to Trina's breasts. She knew she wouldn't be able
to sleep without a release.
For the first time in months--she couldn't recall when she had
last done it--she lowered the lamp and disrobed, lying full-length
on the sofa. There, caressing her breasts, which had not felt
Trina's mouth, and her pussy, which had not either, she brought
herself to an orgasm in under a minute, a shuddering, gasping
release that left her briefly in tears as she felt the deep contrast
with what might have been.
The following days and nights she spent in a whirlwind of
fucking with Yvette, and Sholandra especially, since Sholandra
wasn't married, and therefore was easier to see. Anything to forget
about the incident with Trina. She even had another marathon
evening with Barbara, and was considering a call to Karen,
especially to mention Chanitra's interest in another threeway, when
one evening she herself got a call from Minneapolis.
"I'm dying to fuck you," a familiar husky voice breathed into
the phone.
Laura was shocked and wildly aroused in the same instant. Kim
went on without even saying hello or stopping.
"I dream of you all the time, my Stephanie, my own Stephanie
Seymour but better looking, who fucked me and made me come a zillion
times more than anyone ever had. I want to fuck you, Laura. I want
to fuck you now."
"Kim?" Laura half-giggled, feeling her blood race at these
words.
"Are you alone? You aren't lying there letting some tart lick
your sweet sweet pussy, are you, while I'm stuck here alone in the
snow in my apartment longing for you?"
"Kim, how great to hear from you," Laura said, meaning it.
"If you were only closer, we could try to put each other in the
hospital again."
"Mmmmm, maybe I could be. I've been saving my pennies. I
could hop a flight to S.F. tonight. But I need a place to stay."
Laura's pulse shot up immediately. She remembered--who could
forget--that Kim was like a bomb, just ticking, waiting to explode.
The idea of spending a few days with her was enough to make your
heart rate go off the chart.
"You know you can stay here," Laura said. "I may have to go
to work once in a while, but there's plenty to do in this town."
"Lots of 'lesbians' live there, right?" Kim teased.
Laura flushed. "I'm . . . sorry. I have to draw the line.
No one but me."
"You silly!" Kim giggled. "I don't want anyone but you. I
want to run my tongue up and down in the wet slit of your delicious
pink pussy, Laura. How does that sound?"
"When can you get here?"
"Tomorrow evening."
"I'll pick you up at the airport."
"Laura, I'm wet already," Kim whispered sexily into the phone.
"Me too," Laura breathed back, telling the truth.
And then, fortunately, she didn't have to distract herself
while she waited, for Yvette phoned right after Kim, saying she had
an hour and a half free while Arthur went to the gym and the baby
was at her mother's. Could she come over? She did, and she and
Laura nearly went up in flames, especially Laura, who was already
aroused by her conversation with Kim.
The next day she picked up Kim at the airport. It was about
dinner time as they drove in to the city.
"Want to pick up a bite to eat?" Laura asked.
For the first time, Kim touched her. She put her hand on
Laura's knee and ran it quickly up under Laura's skirt, caressing
Laura's thigh
"I want to eat your pussy," Kim said softly. "Nothing else."
"You'll make me have an accident."
"I want to feel it."
"Really. I can't drive if you---"
But Kim was not to be denied. Two of her long fingers slipped
under the elastic of Laura's panties and then directly into Laura's
very wet cunt.
"Unnhhh!" Laura gasped, holding the steering wheel tightly.
"Kim! Please!"
"Pull over and I'll eat it now. Really."
"This is the freeway. You're crazy."
"A little. I never fucked anyone as good as you, Laura. Not
before or since."
"I'm flattered. Ungghhh! Oh! God, that feels good."
"I can make you come like this."
"Please don't. I'll crash."
Slowly Kim removed her hand. "How long to your place."
"About another ten minutes."
"Maybe you'd like to see mine. I mean, while you drive, you
can just glance over now and then, you know."
"You really are crazy," Laura said softly, smiling.
Kim was wearing a miniskirt, showing off her spectacular long,
thin, bronze legs. She had the longest legs of any girl Laura had
ever slept with, even longer than Yvette's. In the airport, people
ran into each other while looking at Kim's legs. Laura could not
keep her eyes off them.
Now Kim hiked up her short skirt, then slid her panties down
her thighs to her ankles, then slipped them over her high heels and
off. Laura, eyes glued to the road, nevertheless took quick
glances. Kim spread her thighs and ran one long finger up and down
the wet, glistening crease of her pussy. Laura's hot blood hammered
in her throat.
She swallowed. "You have such a beautiful pussy," she
whispered.
Kim's finger came to the top of her slit, and swirled around
over her clit. "Oh!" she gasped softly.
"God, you're driving me crazy," Laura said. "I'm going to
have a wreck."
"Don't," Kim pouted. "Then I won't be able to press this hot
little pussy of mine against yours."
Laura almost felt dizzy. She was so aroused, she could barely
drive. Clenching her teeth, she managed to get them to her
apartment in almost half the time.
"Put your panties back on," she said. "We're here."
"Oh, I don't need to," Kim breathed. "I'll just stick them in
my bag."
Laura could feel her own pussy flooding with juice as they
rode together up in the elevator. She knew Kim had no panties on
under her miniskirt, and it aroused her wildly. She was glad there
was no other person in the elevator, but on the other hand was
nervous that Kim would try to kiss her. Kim was totally wild and
unpredictable.
Finally, they reached Laura's floor.
"Wow, nice building," Kim said. "You must have a great job to
be able to afford this."
Laura smiled tightly as she let them into her apartment. Kim
winked at her when they were inside, her green eyes glowing like a
cat's.
"Lock it tight, Laura. I don't want anybody to interrupt what
I'm going to do to you."
Laura threw the deadbolt, then pushed Kim back against the
door, bringing her mouth close to Kim's. "What about what I'm going
to do to you?"
"Me first."
"It's my place."
Kim's eyes burned with sex. In Laura's experience, only Karen
was equally intense, and then only when she had given in to her
craving for pain, and the fierce orgasms it induced in her.
"I guess we'll have to do it to each other," Kim whispered,
her eyes falling to Laura's lips.
They kissed for the first time since Dallas, and it was like
two famished tigresses suddenly unleashed on each other. Laura was
glad she was wearing an old blouse, because Kim ripped it while
trying to get it off. She herself tore a button from Kim's top.
Their mouths devoured each other.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she panted. "If anyone's in the
hall, they might hear us."
Kim followed her. Laura closed the door. They tore at one
another again. Kim nearly tore Laura's bra too.
"No . . . let me," Laura gasped.
She reached behind to unfasten it. Kim bit her neck.
"Ouch! Shit! Did you have to do that?"
She dropped her bra, and Kim grabbed both of her naked
breasts, dropping her mouth to them, sucking one of Laura's nipples
hard.
"I love these," she panted, slurping and sucking them
urgently.
"Oh god . . . girl!" Laura moaned. "Ohhhnnn!"
She managed to get Kim's bra unfastened while Kim was sucking
her. She got her hands on the small, firm, golden breasts, pinching
the brown silky nipples gently.
"Do it harder . . . do it harder," Kim panted to her.
Laura pulled her over to the bed. By now, Kim had unzipped
Laura's skirt and pulled it off too. Her fingers tore at Laura's
panties. Laura skimmed them off. Then she quickly removed Kim's
miniskirt, and they both were totally naked.
If anything, this only made them more eager. Now Laura got
her mouth on Kim's breasts, sucking Kim's nipples hungrily. Kim's
hand found Laura's wet pussy and invaded it. She scissored Laura's
excited clit between her fingers.
"Unhh!" Laura gasped.
"I want to eat your pussy!" Kim whispered urgently.
She was not to be denied. She slithered down between Laura's
yawning thighs, and Laura groaned as she felt Kim's mouth assault
her pussy passionately. Kim was an expert and forceful lover, using
everything at her command. Her tongue penetrated Laura's pussy
quickly, and her fingers caressed Laura's clit at the same time,
while her other hand invaded the crease between Laura's buns to
tease her asshole.
Few others did it so well, and in a matter of seconds Laura
was quivering, arching her back, gyrating her hips frantically, her
whole body filled with wild sexual need.
"Unnhh! Oh! Oh Kim ungghh! Oh . . . Jesus! Auungghh!" she
panted, totally out of control.
"Laura Laura Laura," Kim mumbled, bringing Laura closer,
closer.
In only about ninety seconds Laura came in shocking, piercing
spasms. Her writhing, arching body shuddered as the jolts of her
orgasm wrenched her.
"Auungghh! Oh . . . unngghhh yess! Ohnnggg god yes! Ungghh!
Oh . . . Kim ungghh! Auungghh!" she cried out, thrashing in the
sheets until it began to wane.
She was mildly shocked that after the past few days of heated
fucking with both Sholandra and Yvette, and an especially incendiary
hour-and-a-half with Yvette only yesterday, she could still come so
violently, in her first moments with Kim. It showed both how
excited Kim made her, and how good Kim was at fucking.
But now it was Laura's turn. Kim was glassy-eyed, her lips
still smeared with Laura's cunt juices. Laura pulled her down into
the rumpled sheets and kissed her aggressively.
"I'm going to eat you alive," she murmured.
Kim whimpered softly, surrendering her long, smooth, golden
body to Laura, who explored every inch of it before arriving at
Kim's long, sinuous, glistening pussy, a real work of art, which she
could lick only a few seconds before Kim too erupted in a rich and
extravagant orgasm. And Laura made her have two, not content to
withdraw after the first one, but keeping up the pressure, tonguing
Kim's clit and squeezing her small, tight buns, until Kim was
gagging and squirming and wailing through a second convulsion of
coming. Finally, she propped herself up on her elbows, still
panting, her face a fetching mixture of satiation and bewilderment.
"Laura . . . sometimes I thought it was a dream, but I was
right," she gasped softly. "Nobody ever fucked me like you do."
Now that the first urgent explosions were past, they could
take their time. In the next twenty-four hours Laura turned off the
phone and they tried to kill one another with fucking. They fucked
with Kim's butterfly vibrator, and with Laura's bowed, four-pronged
dildo, as well as using only their mouths and hands to bring each
other to peaks of physical rapture that finally left them both sore
and exhausted.
They agreed to rest for a while, a task made somewhat easier
since Laura had to return to work, while Kim was staying two more
days. She gave Kim a door key and went to the office smiling,
wondering when she had last been fucked so often, so thoroughly, so
expertly. Certainly never by a whirlwind like her, Laura thought.
She's amazing, sort of a force of nature.
Just how much so, Laura discovered when she got home from work
that evening. During the day, she had thought of nothing but coming
home and feasting on Kim's beautiful, lean, golden body. It would
be another night of torrid screwing, made sweeter by their day of
abstinence.
"A friend of yours dropped by," Kim said innocently.
"Really? Who?"
"This gorgeous blonde woman. Rhonda. I let her in. Hope you
don't mind."
"Rhonda?"
Kim looked away, her lovely face not exactly guilty, but
secretive, and yet tempting Laura to probe further. She gets a kick
out of making me jealous, Laura realized.
"You didn't let her---" Laura began, but she could see clearly
from the burning, I-dare-you look in Kim's eyes that the worst she
could fear was true.
"I . . . couldn't help it," Kim pouted. "She's really
beautiful. With that great body and all. She fucks like a hot
little bunny. But then you know that." Kim glared provocatively at
Laura.
She's telling me that if I can fuck Rhonda, she can fuck
Rhonda, Laura realized.
"Is there anybody you wouldn't fuck?" Laura laughed,
scornfully.
"Somebody ugly, I guess," Kim said nonchalantly. She came
over to Laura and tried to embrace her. "You aren't mad, are you?"
But Laura turned away from her. "You little tramp. Rhonda?
You couldn't stoop any lower. She's a god damned nymphomaniac
lesbian predator, trying to steal every beautiful girl I've ever
known."
Kim came close again. This time she caught Laura, nuzzling
her neck. "Just like you, eh?" she whispered. "And me. She's a
great fuck, by the way. If you haven't tried her. If you only go
for us colored folks, I mean."
Laura smiled malevolently. "You bitch."
"What are you going to do about it?"
Laura knew, and she knew Kim knew, that both were sexually
very aroused by this event. The atmosphere was electric. Kim's
green eyes burned. She was daring Laura to retaliate, which did not
mean going out and screwing Rhonda herself, which of course she had
already done anyway. It meant screwing Kim, but in some new,
unpredictable, dangerous way. Kim was even breathing hard.
Laura glowered at her. Then she took her hand and led her to
the bedroom. She shut the door. She looked down at the bed, which
was unmade and rumpled.
"I suppose you two did it right there," she said.
"Yes," Kim gulped. "We did. Right there."
"Take off your clothes," Laura said.
Kim, sullenly, began to undress, never taking her eyes from
Laura's. When she was down to her underwear, Laura reached under
the bed and pulled out the coils of rope she frequently used with
Karen, and had used also on Brandi. Kim's eyes widened. Then she
smiled.
"God, you're even more kinky than I thought," she said, awed.
"Are you going to tie me up? God, it makes me wet already."
Laura could feel her own blood racing, hot. She could hardly
stand it as Kim removed, very sensually, her bra and panties. The
fact that she had let Rhonda fuck her burned in the pit of Laura's
stomach.
"Lie down on the bed."
Kim was very obedient. "You're not going to hurt me, are
you?"
"What do you think?" Laura teased, looping the rope around
Kim's ankles, tying them quickly to the bed frame.
She had done this, by now, so often that she didn't have to
figure it out. In about a minute she had Kim's ankles and wrists
completely secured. The girl's long, thin, golden naked body was
completely vulnerable.
"You're going to fuck me hard, aren't you," Kim whispered,
wildly excited by the thought. "You're going to rape me."
"Honey, I'm going to make you regret you ever let Rhonda in
that door," Laura smiled maliciously as she removed her own clothes,
conscious of the effect it had on Kim, who desired her wildly.
For the next two hours she was true to her word. Her
relationship with both Karen and Barbara had turned Laura into an
expert in sexual torment, and it turned out that Kim got more than
she had bargained for. During the first half hour, Laura merely
teased her, licking her pussy, tongue-tickling her scrumptious
nipples, stroking her clit until she was shaking uncontrollably,
needing release, needing to come, whimpering and begging Laura for
it.
Then, Laura insisted on having Kim make her, Laura, come
first. In fact, she came twice, straddling Kim's face with her
thighs, lowering her pussy to Kim's mouth the first time. Teasing
Kim had so aroused her that she came in just seconds. Then, after
another interlude of caresses, she rubbed her clit with one of Kim's
stiff nipples until she came, driving them both nearly insane with
excitement.
"Laura, let me come, please!" Kim begged frantically.
"Please! Make me come, let me come, do me, do me hard, I don't care
how hard you fuck me, I can come in two seconds! Please, Laura, oh
please! Do me . . . do me now!"
Laura smiled maliciously. "Fuck you hard?"
"Yes!" Kim's green eyes burned wildly.
"Mmmmm," Laura teased. "I can do that."
"Oh . . . please!" Kim begged.
Looking at Kim's long, beautiful, thin, golden body, Laura
recalled the time she had fucked Karen in the ass with a cucumber.
Being a salad kind of person, she always had one around. She went
to the kitchen and found it, admiring it as she returned to the
bedroom. It was a long fat one.
Kim's eyes widened as she saw it in Laura's hand. She began
shaking her head. "No. No, Laura. You're not going to stick that
huge thing in my pussy."
"Who said anything about your pussy?" Laura asked.
Kim quickly got the idea. Her beautiful golden face nearly
went pale with shock. She glowered at Laura. "Nobody touches my
ass," she said under her breath, trying to make it a threat, though
there was nothing she could do.
Laura reached under the bed and fished out the ball-gag,
tossing it next to Kim's naked body so that Kim could enjoy the
anticipation. Then she got the babyoil out of the bedstand drawer.
"I think we'll need a towel for this too," she said. "It's so
messy."
"Oh god!" Kim moaned. "You can't be serious."
But she gnawed on her full lower lip as Laura got the towel,
then scrunched up a pillow under Kim's ass to raise it up a little,
spreading the towel over the pillow. Laura knew that however much
Kim dreaded what was about to happen, it also aroused her sexually.
She was actually shaking as Laura lubricated two of her own fingers
and began to prepare Kim's asshole for the vegetable invader.
"Ohhnnnnn!" Kim moaned, twisting, her face contorted with fear
and frantic sexual excitement. "Nobody touches my ass! I told you!
Nobody! Ungghhh!"
"I'm already touching it," Laura murmured, smiling, twisting
her fingers inside the tight channel, bringing uncontrollable gasps
from Kim.
"Unh . . . oh! Unghh! God, Laura, please!"
Laura had to be careful because Kim was already very aroused,
close to a climax, which Laura wanted to postpone indefinitely.
Just when it felt like Kim might explode, Laura pulled back. But in
only a few minutes the girl was a total wreck, whimpering
incoherently, her eyes blazing with sex need, her body writhing and
quivering.
Now Laura knew she had to gag her, since the cucumber
penetrating her would make her scream. Carefully, Laura wiped her
fingers on the towel, then slowly, so that Kim could appreciate each
second, fastened the ball-gag into place. Even though she knew it
was coming, the ball going into her mouth caught Kim by surprise.
Her eyes flashed with terror, and a groan of wild fear came from her
throat.
Laura fastened the buckle at the side of Kim's cheek. Then,
to rub it in, she dangled her naked breasts in Kim's face, purring
to her.
"Don't worry, Kim, I won't hurt you bad," she murmured. "But
you'll regret the moment you ever gave your body to Rhonda. I swear
it."
Kim shook her head and begged Laura with her eyes, groaning
her incoherent apologies. But Laura was already holding up the
cucumber so they could both watch her grease it with babyoil.
"Oh, it's going to feel so good, and hurt so bad," she cooed.
"Little Kim is going to come so hard."
Kim's eyes were streaked with real terror. She looked down,
fascinated, as Laura brought the greased green torpedo between her
thighs and up toward her prepared asshole. Kim's delicious wet
pussy was puckered, ripe, and inviting just above the target, and
Laura could hardly wait to devour it.
But she was patient. She slid the end of the cucumber into
Kim's ass and watched the girl's face as it glided into her. Kim
started by wincing, but quickly her beautiful face froze in agony.
Her long, lean body stiffened, and she gagged, snuffling for breath,
tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. A deep groan of
exquisite pain came from deep in her throat, throttled by the ball
in her mouth.
Laura pushed the green torpedo in deep. Kim's lovely long
body was paralyzed, clenched in pain, impaled, every smooth muscle
in her long silky golden midriff straining, her thighs corded with
effort. Laura knew that the slightest touch to her clit would make
her explode in a fearsome blast of ecstacy.
Slowly she rotated the cucumber in Kim's ass, first rolling
it, then slowly inching it in and out, fucking her with it, bringing
soft, choked sobs of minlged pain and rapture from deep in Kim's
chest. But this couldn't go on for long. Thirty seconds of it
brought Kim to the absolute brink.
Laura gave into her own desires now. Still fucking Kim's ass
with the monster, she lowered her mouth to the glistening spread
petals of Kim's open pussy and extended her tongue. First she
touched Kim's exposed clit with it, then licked it harder, harder,
pressing the small hard nub very hard with the full flat surface of
her tongue. And Kim erupted in a fierce convulsion of coming.
The bed shook as she writhed and wrenched her long arms and
legs and thrusted wildly with her groin, groaning in the throes of a
killing rapture, her luscious long golden body quivering and
flexing. Even though she risked getting her nose bloodied by Kim's
thrusting pubic bone, Laura couldn't resist assaulting the girl's
flooding pussy passionately, sucking and licking and tongue-stabbing
it while Kim shuddered through an epic, shattering climax.
When her body finally collapsed from the shock, and she fell
back to the mattress, Laura renewed the attack. Leaving the
cucumber embedded in Kim's ass, she swarmed over the girl's
delicious body, squeezing and sucking her breasts while slipping two
fingers deep into Kim's soupy cunt, probing, searching. She found
the girl's g-spot at about the same instant she began biting Kim's
nipples, and the girl went crazy with coming. Her climaxing body
bucked so fiercely that she nearly threw off Laura.
But Laura held on, swallowing Kim's nipples, sinking her teeth
into them, rubbing her knuckle against Kim's clit as she pressed the
g-spot hard with her finger, rubbing it, causing a new orgasm each
time Kim seemed to be sinking. Kim had five or six before Laura let
up.
Taking pity on her, Laura loosened the strap holding the gag
in place, and removed it so that the girl could breathe. Gasping
and still quivering, Kim seemed totally devastated by the
experience, destroyed, shattered. She didn't even open her eyes
until Laura had untied her wrists and ankles, gently kissing the
rope burns. Kim's cheeks were still wet with tears. The greasy
cucumber still lay on the towel between her thighs, where her ass
had expelled it during her repeated violent orgasms.
A dazed expression locked her face into a half-sardonic frown.
"I wish I could keep you locked in the basement and just take
you out when I need that," she said in a soft, hoarse voice.
"I hope it didn't hurt too bad," Laura said, concerned.
"Only like being raped by a nuclear missile," Kim grinned.
"Better than a man, I guess."
Now Laura stretched out next to her, embracing her, trying to
make up for the brutality she had inflicted on this wild, beautiful
girl, who was such a free spirit. She was still trying to remind
herself that in her absence Kim had let Rhonda fuck her in this very
bed.
"Tell me," she said. "How many times have you done it with a
man?"
"Moi?" Kim held up her thumb and forefinger shaped into a
zero.
"Really? Never?"
"Never. They can't be as good as you are."
"I'm glad you feel that way."
Laura nuzzled her. She was again very aroused, even though
she had come twice before Kim's major extravaganza of orgasms.
"Nobody's ever found my spot except you," Kim murmured. "And
me, of course."
"You can do it yourself?"
"Oh sure. But I don't very often because I really have to be
overly horny for it to work. I have to go for a week or two without
sex, then tease myself for about a half hour. Usually I get laid
before anything builds up that far."
"I can imagine," Laura purred, moaning softly as Kim's mouth
dropped to her breasts.
Now Kim repaid the favor, and she was not rough at all with
Laura, obviously feeling no reason to pay her back. Instead, she
made love to Laura with exquisite skill until Laura was so
overwrought that Kim could pull her g-spot trigger too. She found
it, as before, and Laura exploded in a string of five fiery
climaxes, hysterical, shuddering cataclysms that left her wiped out
and whimpering in Kim's comforting arms.
"We'd kill each other if you lived here," she told Kim.
"Let's kill each other anyway," Kim said, eyes filled with
green fire. "Let's fuck until we can't move."
"I can't already."
"I have to go back tonight. My plane leaves at six."
It was three. They had one more hour, and somehow the
separation anxiety stoked their fires. By the time they stopped,
they had coaxed, teased, and flogged each other into four more
orgasms apiece. And even Kim was ready to quit.
They kissed inside Laura's apartment, before leaving. "I'm
going to miss you, you wild thing," Laura told her.
"You should give Blondie a chance," Kim teased her. "She
fucks like crazy. Beautiful boobs. Beautiful body. I'll set you
up."
"You are too reckless for your own good," Laura said.
Downstairs in the street, as they headed for Laura's car, they
ran into Trina. Trina looked into Laura's eyes. Her face froze.
"Trina, I---"
Trina didn't say anything. She turned and walked in the other
direction. Laura felt acute deja vu. This had happened long ago
with Rina. She glanced at Kim desperately. Kim knew something was
happening.
Laura went after Trina. "Trina, wait."
Trina did stop. She didn't look back, but she did stop.
Laura caught up to her and took her hand, but Trina pulled it away.
Her face was cold, implacable.
"We don't have nothing to talk about," she said quietly.
"She's an old friend," Laura stammered awkwardly.
"Don't look too old to me. About twenty. You like us African
girls, don't you. Only this time you got a high yella. Everybody
like high yella better."
Laura shook her head. "I like you better."
The old hostility crept back into Trina's dark eyes. "You
like Rina better."
"No."
Laura realized she was crying. Tears were sliding down her
cheeks.
"Better go back to her," Trina said. "She sitting on her
suitcase. Spoiling her skinny little butt."
"Trina . . . please. Can I call you?"
Trina shook her head. "Better not. Just dropped by to tell
you I didn't hold no grudge or anything. About the other night."
"The other night was beautiful," Laura said softly, staring
deep into Trina's eyes. "I wish you knew how much it meant to me."
Trina smirked, looking beyond Laura at Kim. "Guess I'll never
know," she said, then turned and walked away.
Desolate, Laura walked glumly back to Kim. All incredible
long thin golden legs, Kim stood up from where she had been sitting
on her suitcase.
"Wow, what a beautiful woman!" she said under her breath.
"Did you fuck her?"
"Kim, don't you think there's any more to life than fucking?"
Laura snapped.
"Actually, no I don't. I can tell, though. You didn't but you
want to. I don't blame you. You and I both know there aren't many
bodies like that one in this world."
"She's more than a body. She's beautiful."
"She is," Kim said, awed. "You're right."
Laura drove her to the airport. She tried not to think about
it.
"Is she married?" Kim asked.
"Divorced."
"Even better. I can tell you how to get her back. She's just
afraid. Thinks she's a dyke. Tell her you thought it over and
don't want her any more. You won't bother her any more. It was
cruel of you to come onto her that way. You got another girl
friend. You can say it's me. She doesn't know I don't live around
here. Guaranteed. She'll be so jealous, she'll fall into your bed.
Believe me. I've done it. I know how to hook a divorcee. Believe
me, they're dying for it, Laura. They're dying to have someone lick
their pussy and love them."
Laura said nothing. She could still see the implacable hatred
in Trina's eyes, and the fact that it might be jealousy of Kim was
no consolation.
"Think of how you'd feel if you saw me leaving the building
with her," Kim said, patting Laura's knee. "You'd know I'd just
been fucking her as much as I could. Wouldn't you be jealous? And
it's even worse for her because I'm light-skinned."
Laura nodded. They kissed in the parking lot so they wouldn't
draw attention in the airport proper.
"My little booty feels like you drove one of those airplanes
right up inside it," Kim said.
"You have to admit, you came like crazy."
"I always come like crazy with you," Kim said dreamily. "I
told you last time, nobody makes me come like you do, Laura. But
nobody touches my ass. That's the second time you've done it."
"I like your cute little ass."
"Not as much as you'd like to get your hands on that big black
round one on that girl who hates you now," Kim said, with a
mischievous sparkle in her eye.
"I will miss you. You're so blunt and nasty."
"I'll get another week off in six months. Shall we?"
"I'm wet just from thinking about it," Laura whispered,
kissing her again.
They pecked cheeks at the gate, and Kim was gone out of her
life again for a while.
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Laura - Chapter 316
Tonya, whom Laura had found so compellingly desirable that she had temporarily transgressed her rule of recent years against getting involved with anyone from work, had only stayed at their company a few weeks before quitting and moving to Silicon Valley with her mother. The evening she had arrived late for their tryst with her friend Ty, when her aunt had suffered a stroke and Tonya had accompanied her mother to the hospital, was actually the last time Laura had seen her. Her aunt had subsequently taken a turn for the worse, then died, and she and her mother had moved south to Mountain View to live with other relatives.
Laura did not miss her much at the time since she was involved deeply with Makeeda while she was home, then with Nyomi and Bonnie, but occasionally her thoughts drifted back to the golden-hued girl with the spectacular body, the girl who admired her own nakedness in the mirror and even asked her lover to comment on its perfection, the girl who could also lie down while drunk and allow six men to fuck her in sequence at a party, behavior that made Laura smile and shudder in the same instant. Tonya was a caution, and a whirlwind in bed. And she did have a perfect, dark golden body. Wow.
These thoughts did not come to Laura until well after Makeeda had embarked on her latest jaunt, to a club in Orlando, then one in Atlanta. Her reputation was growing and spreading, and she was rarely home now for over two weeks.
And even then Laura did not think of Tonya on her own. She was reminded of her by a phone call from Ty, Tonyas friend, that marvelous, sloe-eyed, alto voiced, drawling, lean, dark, svelte beauty.
Hi, Laura, Ty drawled on the other end of the line. You never called me.
In truth, Laura had about fifteen excuses for this. But of course they all sounded like excuses. I thought you and Tonya were hooking up and didnt really need me any more.
She knew there was some truth to this. They had known each other since high school and seen each other naked many times and probably wanted to fuck but shied away from it. Laura had been the catalyst. On the other hand, without the complications of her own private life to interfere, Laura would not have let anything stand in the way of consuming both of them often and repeatedly.
I can see how you felt that way, Ty drawled on lazily, but I thought we had something special. You know, something we sort of made together before Tonya got there. I was sort of looking forward to the two of us.
Laura had to acknowledge that this too was true. By the time Tonya had showed up late, Ty and Laura were starting to devour one another and could have very well done without her. I know, she said softly into the phone. I know. Me too.
I called to tell you Im house-sitting again. My Mom and Dad went to Virginia for two weeks so see his brother. Just me. Thought you might come by for a swim.
Laura remembered that Tys parents magnificent, sprawling suburban house had a delicious pool in the backyard, which the three of them had completely ignored, being so eager to indulge in their hot little lesbian orgy. The thought of stretching out languidly in the warm water while naked with this marvelous slender black girl was almost too much for Laura to bear. She noticed her hand gripping the phone receiver very tensely.
God . . . I cant wait, she whispered into the phone. When?
She could feel Tys lazy, sensual, bemused smile as if it were traveling over the wires to her ear. Im sitting in the Jacuzzi right now. Too bad you cant drop everything and join me. Traffics better at this time of day, too.
She was right. And Laura could feel her crotch moistening as they talked. Oh god, I want her. She is so hot. But work was work. Her shoulders fell. Duty before pleasure. I cant make it until about six.
Ty pouted. Oh . . . damn.
My sentiments exactly. What can I bring?
Ty let a meaningful silence elapse, and Laura could feel that bemused smile again at the other end. I think that strap-on thing you brought last time would be about perfect.
Laura swallowed, feeling her pulse race. In her minds eye she could still see Ty fucking her friend Tonya with the strap-on, crouching over her beautiful, supine body, embracing her, fucking her slowly, romantically. It had been a thrilling moment. Okay.
We can purloin another bottle of my Daddys expensive vino. He hasnt even discovered that we drank the last one yet. At least he hasnt mentioned it.
Laura whispered into the phone. Frankly, darling, Im more interested in drinking you.
Ty laughed softly. I was hoping youd say that. See you at six?
If I had a dollar for every time Ive had to work through the afternoon knowing I was going to bury my face in a gorgeous black pussy at the end of the day and fly to heaven, Id be richer than Amber Grant, Laura thought, as she gathered her papers together for yet another meeting. At the end of the day she wearily drove to Lafayette, almost too tired even to think of the delights that awaited her. But that fatigue vanished swiftly at the door, where Ty greeted her wearing a shockingly tiny red bikini that covered nearly nothing of her acutely desirable lean black body. She saw Laura gaping.
Eyes back in your head, girl, she whispered, letting Laura in, then carefully locking the door behind her. Youve seen this skinny bod before.
But I guess Ive forgotten how gorgeous it is, Laura breathed. Should I kiss her now? she wondered. God, I want to just drag her to the floor and ravish her like a platoon of the Roman army.
Ty smiled her patented smile of faint amusement. What fools these mortals be. Lusting after me as if I were a hard catch. You are so sweet.
You seem . . . dry. I thought you were sitting in the Jacuzzi or swimming in the pool all day.
Ty shook her head. Ive been shaving my pussy . . . to make it suitable for dining, she said with a straight face. Then she broke up, seeing Lauras smile. Actually, I have to shave it a little to wear this skimpy thing. She did a pirouette. I have what is known in my circles as a bushy box.
But you have the perfect body for a bikini.
Right. Ty did another, this time more slow and sensual, pirouette. Skinny. No tits. Some ass but not enough. Long bony legs.
Laura smiled and ran a finger along her bare chocolate shoulder and down her shapely arm. You are too cruel. I think your body is wildly attractive.
Ty smiled slyly. Mmmmm, does that mean youre ready for dining?
I think Id like a swim first, Laura said, hungry enough for fucking but realizing that they had hours together, and a little unwinding and relaxing could not hurt.
She still felt her Roman army lust for Tys lissome, near-naked, dark body, but she was also in the habit of often swimming after work with Makeeda, and the water beckoned. The corners of Tys voluptuous mouth moved upward in a slightly amused grin. She crooked one long, black finger at Laura.
Come with me and Ill get you a suit. You can probably fit into one of mine.
Not if theyre that skimpy.
Ty grinned back over her shoulder as Laura followed her. What does it matter? Theyre not going to be on long anyway.
Laura could not keep her eyes off Tys swelling black bottom. Ty might not think it was a good one, and it certainly wasnt in the Jane or Dee Dee category (few were), but it was still beautifully shaped, high and up-curved, and Laura was about ready to skip the swim and beg to dig her fingers into it, and suck and bite and kiss it ravenously.
Ty seemed oblivious to this and took Laura into her bedroom, where she spread out several bikinis on her bed. Take one and join me out at the pool. Ill get a bottle of wine. Red or white?
Red.
Ty gave her an alluring smile and disappeared. The sexual tension, already high, seemed to have jumped up a notch as Laura stood there trying to select which of Tys sexy bikinis to wear. She set her little valise containing the strap-on apparatus down on the end of the mattress and chose a little white thing with large red dots all across the fabric, such fabric as there was. There was only enough cloth on top and bottom for a few colored dots, but they did give it flare and panache.
In the mirror as she posed for herself, Laura realized that she too looked pretty good in one of these. Good enough to fuck . . . if you like this type, she winked at herself. Me, I prefer the dark, slender, sultry type like the one who usually wears these little wisps of cloth. Imagine how this looks on her marvelous body.
She found her way back through the house to the sliding door that led out to the pool, where Ty was waiting for her, sitting in a deck chair by a glass table on which sat two huge wide-bodied wine glasses each a third full with dark red wine.
She grinned slyly at Laura, admiring Lauras now near-naked body in her bikini, and nodded to the glasses. Be very careful. This is Daddys most expensive stemware, and he forbids anyone to use it.
Then why are we using it? I could drink out of a peanut butter jar.
Ty shook her head slowly, her sly grin turning sardonic. Expensive wine deserves expensive stemware. First law of the yuppie wine religion. Excuse me, buppie wine religion. Or is it the second law? I forget. You look like Stephanie Seymour in that bikini.
Laura blushed momentarily. Its been years since anybodys told me that, she said, almost demurely.
She isnt any better looking than you are. I didnt realize I had these tendencies then, but I think years ago when I used to see her in the magazines I wanted to go to bed with her.
Whats a buppie?
You know, a black yuppie. Thats what my Dad is.
Laura sat in the chair across from her and they delicately clinked glasses. The wine was indeed heavenly, though Laura knew little about expensive wines. She could tell, however, that it was better than the wine she habitually drank, not being able to afford anything better.
Lets get naked and get in the pool before we get too much of a buzz on, Ty finally drawled, smiling sly at Laura. Her smile said: We are so going to fuck each other senseless.
Naked? Laura grinned. I just got to put this marvelous little thing on and already youre making me take it off? Anyway, I dont look as much like Stephanie Seymour with it off.
I know, Ty drawled again in her best Lauren Bacall manner. You look better.
Oh god, I think Im being seduced.
Tys black eyes twinkled. She stood and walked over the edge of the pool. Then she quickly loosened the two strings that held the top of her bikini in place. The whole thing fell away revealing the small swellings of her delectable mini-breasts and her large, jutting, coal-black nipples, springing up from their puffy little areolas.
God, she was breath-taking. Laura swallowed. She set her own wine glass down on the table for fear of breaking it. True, Ty had a lean body, not the opulent curves of a Nyomi, or even the compact but marvelously curvaceous simplicity of a Bonnie, both of whom Laura had been devouring lately. Her body reminded Laura a little of darling Joys: almost what used to be called boyish, very long-waisted, long thin thighs, pretty little high butt, chiseled collarbones, slim hips. Altogether enchanting, in its way. And of course she was much darker than Joy, about as dark as Bonnie. Laura wanted to rush over to her and lick her body from top to bottom.
You better watch out, Laura purred to her. The neighbors are going to be jumping the fences to get a crack at you.
Ty smiled lazily. Nobody gets a crack at me but present company. Her fingers began toying with the strings that held the bottom half of the bikini in place. Speaking of which . . . I wish she would get on with it.
Laura rose from her chair and approached Ty on the apron of the pool, her eyes still riveted to the girls fingers, which were still toying with the strings of her bikini bottom. She reached Ty before the knots came loose. Her hand rose, skimming up Tys near-naked body over her long, hard stomach to one of her small breasts, cupping it, though there wasnt much to cup. Still, she could feel Tys hard nipple jutting against her palm.
Why dont you let me do that? she whispered against Tys cheek.
Only if I can do yours, Ty breathed. Or rather, undo it.
Deal. Me first.
No . . . this first.
Tys wide, sensual mouth caught Lauras, and they stood right there at the edge of the pool kissing with increasingly scorching passion, though not touching each other except for Lauras hand that remained covering Tys naked breast. God, I dont think were going to get to the swimming part if we keep this up, Laura thought, feeling her own and Tys blood begin to heat up past the sexually soaring point. But Ty, ever the half-lazy, languid, bemused beauty, finally pulled her mouth away.
Lets swim to the end and back. Naked. Bet I can beat you.
What, Laura laughed, at swimming or at getting naked fastest?
Both.
Quickly, without taking time to carry out their previous deal, they stripped off their bikinis and slipped into the warm water, side by side. Laura, as usual besotted by the sight of a delicious naked black girl she craved, could not take her eyes off Ty, who glimmered sleek and shiny in the water.
She figured that Ty had a little surprise in store from her. Though she might swim often in this beautiful backyard pool, Laura herself went swimming nearly every day with Makeeda when she was home from her travels. They went to Olympic sized municipal pools, and frequently raced each other in the lanes, which Makeeda said was very good for the breath control needed by a singer. This practice had made Laura into a formidable competitor, at least at the amateur level, and she knew unless Ty were also one, that she herself would win any race between them.
Ty was laughing, no longer her half-bored, languid self, but bubbling up with pleasure and excitement, as she glanced over at Laura, leering at her naked body too, as Laura knew she was doing at Tys. Ready set go, Ty said in a happy shout, and immediately plunged forward in the water, swimming furiously for the far edge of the pool.
But Laura was right behind her and caught up in only seconds. From Makeeda, an excellent and strong swimmer, Laura had learned to minimize the drag of her body, especially her propelling arms, in the water, becoming as much of a torpedo as she could, and in only seconds she was next to Ty in the water and pulling ahead. The only thing that impeded her progress was the heart-stopping thrill of looking to the side and seeing Tys long, sleek, shiny, dark body flexing and thrashing in the water as she tried to keep up with Laura.
They were both naked, and somehow the thrill of swimming, racing, naked like this next to each other was almost as exciting as the certainty that in a few more minutes they would be eating each other alive. Laura, very competitive from her races with Makeeda, which she was only able to win about one-fifth of the time, quickly pulled ahead of Ty, somersaulted underwater at the end of the pool, pushing off strongly with her legs, and made it back to their starting point while Ty was still in the middle of the pool behind her.
Clearly beaten, Ty ceased her frantic effort and seconds later stood up in shallow end, walking toward Laura, laughing and streaming water and impossibly ravishing like a black Venus rising from the waves, except that her body was not opulent like Venus body but instead lean and hard and shiny and fiercely desirable to Laura at that instant.
No fair! she was laughing. The pool water streamed from her lithe black body, beading up on her shoulders, bejeweling her naked breasts and swelling black nipples, glimmering like diamonds in the triangular patch of hair she had left, when she shaved, above her pussy. No fair, Laura! You cheated!
Did not, Laura laughed, moving toward.
Did too! You didnt tell me you were good! How was I to know you could swim like that?
Come here, you darling creature, and kiss me, Laura growled, grabbing Ty when she got in range and crushing the girls wet, naked body against her own.
They kissed long and heatedly, standing up in the shallow end of the pool, running their hands all over each others wet flesh. Their hair was plastered in long wet ropes against their heads and necks. Laura quickly got one of Tys pretty little mini-breasts into her mouth, taking nearly the whole thing inside, trying to swallow Tys thick black nipple.
Ty whimpered and gave a few of those little up-keening moans that Laura recalled with such fascination and arousal. She released Tys breast and kissed her again, feeling Tys hand grope in her crotch.
We better go inside if were going to do this, Ty panted softly. Theres gaps in the fence where the neighbors could see. Mr. Farrington next door is a creeping peeping Tom. He wants to fuck me.
Mmmmm, Laura grinned. So do I. He must have very good taste.
Hes a pervert, Ty said, pulling her toward the house.
Laura giggled, having to prance quickly to keep up with her. How do you know? Hes not a pervert if he just wants to fuck you. Youre very . . . fuckable.
Ty laughed over her bare wet shoulder. You should know. She led Laura past her own bedroom. Here, lets use Mom and Dads bed. Its a California King. Plenty of room for wrestling.
Laura realized that she had left the strap-on in Tys bedroom on the bed when she had changed into the bikini. On the other hand, they probably werent going to use it right away. Right now the agenda seemed to be to swarm all over each other in a hot frenzy of passion until both of them went up in flames.
Ty quickly pulled down the heavy bedspread and blankets, exposing the sheets. Then she turned to Laura. Nobodys going to interrupt us this time, she said, almost solemnly, as if inviting Laura to take her in any way she chose.
Laura pulled her close. She purred into her neck. And Im so glad. Ive looked forward to this.
Me too, Ty said, panting again. Oh god, that feels good. It feels so good to push against you like this and kiss you. I cant believe I lived most of my life without knowing how good it feels.
Youre all wet, still. Were going to get Mamas sheets wet.
Theyll dry out, Ty said, pulling Laura down on the huge bed, her eyelids now heavy with sex.
They wont get too wet, Laura reassured her, because Im going to lick every drop off your delicious body right now.
And she proceeded to try to do just that, starting at the bottom with Tys long, thin legs, running her lips up the inside of her shapely though slender calves, licking the droplets behind her knees, making Tys legs hop and twitch helplessly as she tried to bear the sweet sensations caused by Lauras skillful mouth on her body. When Lauras tongue reached her inner thighs, she could bear it no longer. She reached down with her long arms and grasped Lauras wet hair, dragging her gently upward.
No . . . she breathed, panting more heavily now. Do that later. I want to kiss you and fuck like crazy. I cant wait. Ive been dying for this moment.
But I want to lick your whole body, Laura protested, making a faux pout.
Later.
Their mouths collided with such a fearful impact that Laura was afraid for her teeth. They kissed with an incredible fervor, and Tys very long tongue nearly slithered down Lauras throat. She had forgotten how long it was.
Her fingers dug into Tys hard, sleek, damp flesh. Oh god, yes! she gasped against the girls voluptuous mouth. Here . . . lie back . . . thats it . . . let me . . .
She knew what they both wanted. They wanted to come, they didnt want to wait. They wanted to come while holding onto each other, looking into each others eyes, screaming uncontrollably into each others face, wrenched by the ecstasy that was now beckoning them. Slow, deliberate fucking could wait. This had to be accomplished immediately.
Laura was all over her. Ty had no choice but to submit to this hot swarm of lust, as Laura pushed her thighs apart and slid between them, sucking her smooth black neck and massaging Tys wet, swollen vulva with two fingers as her mouth slid down the girls shapely black shoulder to her small breasts. She was willing to forego an extensive tour of this marvelous girls naked body at present, but she could not keep her mouth away from Tys marvelous mini-breasts, which she had previously only tasted for a few seconds.
She easily recalled how Ty during their first time together, before Tonya had showed up, had actually climaxed while Laura was siphon-sucking these beauties. It was a rare woman who could come from having her nipples sucked, but Ty had surprised them both by doing it, and Laura wondered if she could do it again.
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Oh god! Ty gasped as Laura mouth-mauled the little beauties, lashing Tys erect black nipples with her tongue, sucking them deep into her mouth, so deep that much of the flesh of Tys breast went in with the nipple. Oh! Oh shit! Unhh!
She hammered the mattress with her elbows, twisting and panting and mewling uncontrollably, which only inflamed Lauras lust. She squeezed and sucked one tiny breast, then the other, rubbing Tys slippery wet pussy with her two fingers at the same time. Ty strained and gasped and writhed. Then her eyes opened and she suddenly beseeched Laura with her frantic glance.
Laura . . . I . . . I dont think . . . I can come this time . . . she gasped, her eyes rolling up, looking very much like she was going to come anyway, even though she was claiming she couldnt. Not . . . not that way . . . she gasped again.
Laura immediately eased up, knowing what she meant. The first time she had said she felt that little tingle you get deep in your cunt when youre going to come. This time she clearly did not feel it, and Laura was only aggravating the situation by continuing to mouth-maul these beautiful upstanding wet nipples. Instead, she had to bring Ty off in any one of a dozen other ways, and she quickly bent to the sweet and welcome task.
Oh honey . . . of course . . . of course, Laura purred to her, ravishing her beautiful face and neck again with hot kisses and now slipping two fingers into Tys tight, greasy cunt and fucking her with them rapidly, lovingly, passionately, while she kissed her. But you are going to come. You are going to come for Mama. Mama wants you to come fast.
Unh! Unh! Oh god, yes! Ty exclaimed, her body suddenly responding wildly to Lauras probing and rubbing. Yes! Unh! Unghhhh!
Laura realized that the time was very ripe for a quick trib orgasm. True, they could go on this way for another minute or so and Ty would probably come. But she had never felt Tys delicious long black pussy pressing against her own, and what better time? You could never be sure of an orgasm that way, but at this instant Ty would come from almost any additional or even continued stimulus. Why not that?
In a second or two Laura had twisted the lower half of her body between Tys yawning thighs to scissor her, and now pushed her own oozing, gooey slit directly down into Tys open furrow, looking at Tys face to gauge her reaction as she began pumping and gyrating deliberately. The raw, wet, exposed meat of their two cunts met and slid together, and the expression of shock and delight that passed through Tys glazed eyes was priceless.
Unh! she grunted softly. Oh!
Laura rose up over her. This was not a mutual, rhythmic ballet of fucking but a sweet assault. She meant to bring the delicious girl to an orgasm in seconds. She knew Ty was that close. She pumped and twisted, panting herself, but watching Ty quickly begin to lose it as the inevitable orgasmic swell began to overtake her. Yes . . . yes, Laura thought, grinding, pumping, gasping herself.
Oh Laura!
Yes, honey! Do it . . . do it!
Oh Laura! Ungghh! Ah ah ah! Unmmmnnggg!
She could feel the wet, slippery, gooey mess of their aching cunts and the thick nests of their sticky crotch hair mashing and sliding together, and thought she could feel that little glimmer of approaching ecstasy that Ty had mentioned fluttering to life deep in her own pussy too. But her concentration was all on Ty, who indeed seemed to be arriving with a flourish.
Ty flexed and whinnied softly. Her charming little upward keening whoops took over, whooping up, the pitch rising, rising. Ooop! Ooop! Ooop!
Then her eyes closed and her back arched, bowing her beautiful, lean body, all gleaming and black like polished ebony, in the air, the tiny swellings of her breasts shaking and quivering back and forth as her flesh began to shudder, followed by a loud cry of release.
Annnmmnngghiiieeeeee! she wailed, suddenly wrenched by a fierce shock of coming. Mmmnnggghhnnniieeeee!
Oh yes, honey . . . Laura gasped to her, falling and twisting forward to embrace her as she continued coming, though not so violently after the first shocks.
Aaannnuunnnn . . . aaannnuunnnnn . . . Ty half-moaned, half-grunted, her long thin body twitching, gleaming with a fine film of sweat that had sprung up where the pool water had been earlier.
Laura licked her shoulder, easing her thighs free to give Ty room to stretch, to flex, to prevent cramping. Ty quivered and moaned through the last waning seconds of her orgasm without opening her eyes. When she finally did, a tiny, momentary expression of shock and surprise passed through them.
Boy . . . thats what I needed, she said to Laura in a hoarse voice, blinking. God, I just never get over the way I come with you.
Laura snuggled up next to her, kissing her tenderly, communicating her own need but not urgently, content to let the relaxed rhythm they were developing continue at its own pace. Ty smiled and kissed her. I know you want to do that too, she whispered. Think Im up to it?
I think if you smile at me twice like that . . . I will come in two seconds.
Ill bet you would, if I remember rightly, Ty purred, nuzzling Lauras neck below her ear, very affectionate after this killer climax. I never knew anyone could come as fast and you and Tonya do. Except a guy. She giggled. You know how many guys have come on my stomach, before they could even get it in me?
How many?
Ty raised four fingers of one hand. Four different ones.
Its because this fantastic sexy body makes them lose all control, Laura purred back, stroking it with her fingertips while Ty continued to kiss her more aggressively.
Control! Ty gave an explosive laugh. Theyve got about as much control as a baby does over spitting up! Umphgghh! Thats the sound they make. Then . . . splooey . . . all over you! Jizz! Gobs of it. Sticky, slimy stuff. I think this is much better. She stretched fully out next to Laura, pressing the full length of her splendid hard body against Lauras so that they could both feel every bit of their flesh touching.
It was so different from clutching the more abundant flesh of Nyomi, or even of Bonnie, as Laura had recently been doing, digging her fingers happily into their firm round asses. Ty had a beautiful little fanny, but it certainly wasnt big, or in any way opulent; just tight little black buns that fit almost perfectly into her palms. Just holding and stroking her like this was fanning the flames of Lauras lust to an intolerable degree.
And Ty could feel it. I guess this fantastic skinny body is driving you out of control too, she murmured with self-satire, laughing softly in Lauras ear. She continued kissing and fondling Laura everywhere. I think this is much better, she repeated. No gooey jizz to get all over you. Or up inside you and cause troubles. I had to have an abortion because of one idiot who kept coming inside of me without a rubber.
Poor baby, Laura kissed her shiny high forehead. Oh god, you are making me so hot!
Ty was, and Ty continued, cranking up the heat and swarming all over Laura and finally licking and sucking Lauras pussy until Laura was gasping and keening through a sweet delirium of an orgasm that feathered every taut nerve and left her panting and smiling and slack with fatigue.
Ty cuddled up with her, beaming. I did it! I made you come. I guess I can get good at this if I practice.
I guess you can, Laura agreed, finally feeling the flush die away from her enraptured body. You certainly can practice on me all you want.
Ty pouted briefly. Oh, we know thats not true. Youre married.
Laura nodded.
Whats she like?
Laura smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. Why do you want to know?
Ty shrugged. I guess just to know what somebody is like who could . . . you know, like, capture you. Get you to wear a ring. Get you to . . . love her, I guess. Although you arent exactly faithful. Being here like this with me.
She would understand. One look at you and she would understand.
Ty nudged Laura in the ribs with her knuckle. You always want to change the subject back to me.
I like you. I like looking at you. I like doing this with you. So sue me. Beat me. Make me write bad checks. Im under your spell.
Ty smiled and melted. She almost literally melted back into Lauras arms. Some things were hard for anyone to resist. You are so sweet . . . and so funny, she purred into Lauras neck. Im very jealous of her.
You shouldnt be.
She gets you all the time.
If you had me all the time, youd be wanting to drown me in that pool out there.
Ty shook her head, seriously. Id be wanting to do this all the time.
They kissed deeply, a very long kiss, with lots of body rubbing and stroking thrown in. Then Ty whispered against Lauras cheek, Are you going to fuck me in the ass with that thing you left in the other room?
This brought a soft laugh promptly up Lauras throat. What a suggestion! she teased. You are very blunt, young lady.
I told you I love anal sex.
Laura did remember it. In fact, during their tryst with Tonya, Ty and her friend had sandwich-fucked Laura, with Ty expertly delivering the rear-guard action using the same strap-on dildo that she was now referring to. But Tonya had acted so scandalized by Tys and Lauras easy acceptance of this perverted practice that they had not pursued it any further then, since there were plenty of other ways for three girls to pleasure each other.
A slow smile spread across Lauras face. I suppose I am . . . if thats what you want.
Ty smiled her sly, lazy, slightly amused, sensual smile and lapsed into her drawl. Ive dreamed about you doing it to me every night. Somehow I think it would be different with you than with a guy. Theyre so . . . rough. It pinches them and makes them crazy. I think youd be . . . gentle.
I wouldnt be so sure, Laura said softly, knowing how anal sex could arouse both parties, regardless of gender.
Ty drew an invisible line down Lauras cheek with the tip of one long forefinger. Ill go get it. She hopped off the huge king-size bed, and Laura was again endlessly captivated by her lean, dark, gleaming naked body. I guess we need some oil too, eh?
Theres some in the bag, Laura grinned at her.
In moments Ty returned from her bedroom down the hall with Lauras small valise. She unzipped it and poured the contents out on the end of the bed. Laura, watching her, and knowing that she was now committed to some sweet, slow anal fucking which would no doubt leave them both in smoldering cinders, nevertheless wanted to fling herself at Tys lovely long naked body again and overwhelm her with frantic, unquenchable lust, leaving the rest for later but right now consuming her in a fit of delirious sexual frenzy. Funny that such a slender, boyish, unspectacular body (so unlike Nyomis, for example) could have this effect on you, and breathe a mad spark into your slowly simmering lust, fanning it into a raging flare-up.
I really do want to fuck this lovely creature any way shell let me, she thought, admiring the sleek, lithe lines of Tys body. Ty handed her the harness. Her face was calm and expectant. Laura smiled at her, took it, and quickly fitted herself out for the ensuing sweet struggle.
Youre sure you want to do this?
Ty nodded and swallowed. I think I will come so hard. I can already feel that little tingle I told you about. And we havent even started.
Laura caressed her cheek and kissed her smooth dark forehead. You just ignore that little tingle for a while, okay? I dont want you having your little climax before we get to enjoy the ride.
Or my big one, Ty beamed, referring to her climax. I have a feeling . . .
Laura put a forefinger to Tys voluptuous lips. Quiet. She drew her down on the bed, reaching down to the end of it for the small bottle of baby oil that had also spilled out of the valise. Let me make love to your beautiful body and your beautiful little ass.
Ty pouted, but this time playfully. It is little, isnt it. Do you like it, even though its little?
I love every firm little inch of it, Laura reassured her, caressing Tys taut little round buns, wondering how anyone could feel bad about having a lovely ass like this one, just because it wasnt a magnificent bubble beauty, like, say, Bonnies. Not everyone can have an ass like that one, Laura thought. And Bonnie doesnt seem eager for any probing of it, either; like you. I love your ass. She breathed into Tys shiny black ear and tongued it excitedly. I want to fuck your pretty little ass.
Ty shivered. She giggled. Oh shit, she gasped. That sent shivers through me. She shivered again. Ive never felt so hot. I mean . . . you know, sexually hot.
Honey, you are about as hot as it gets, Laura murmured, nipping her sexy earlobe.
They paused again for a deep, sensual kiss, during which Ty again tried to slither her very long tongue all the way down Lauras throat. Laura dropped her mouth to Tys thick, rubbery black nipples, but Ty pulled her head up again. Now. I need it now.
Laura smiled. Shall we do it missionary style so we can kiss at the same time?
Ty nodded, her black eyes swirling and pulsing with sex. She spread her thighs widely as if to invite Laura in between them, and Laura eagerly accepted the invitation. She uncapped the small bottle of baby oil, but Ty quickly sat up, interrupting her.
Towels! she said suddenly. This is Mommys bed. If we wreck it, Ill never be able to explain.
Laura nodded, but Ty was already gone, popping down the hall to the linen closet, then back to spread out several large towels under them. Finally, she lay back down and spread her thin black thighs again for Laura, smiling her lazy smile up at her. Okay . . . all ready now.
Are you sure? Laura teased.
Sure. She held up her arms. Fuck me. Make it the best ever.
Laura smiled at her, swabbing the dildo with baby oil Pressure, eh? The best ever?
Finished, she capped the small bottle and placed it again down at the end of the bed, then settled back into position, guiding the shiny, greased dildo toward Tys open groin. Her forefinger was still oiled, and she slid it easily between Tys tight little buns, finding the secret aperture with no trouble, sliding her finger into it.
Unhhhh! Ty gasped, her eyes watering. But she pulled Laura down close. Ive got a secret for you, she whispered. This is already the best ever. She panted as Laura corkscrewed her finger inside her rectum to loosen it. The best!
Laura nibbled her full lips. Mmmm, Ive got a secret for you. I think we can make it even better than that.
Having adequately prepared Tys tight little anus for the invasion, she removed her finger and guided the greased head of the dildo forward, nestling it in the widened opening.
Ah! Ah ah! Ty gasped.
Get ready . . . here it comes, my darling. Slowly now . . . slowly . . .
Ty held her breath and clenched her teeth. With a little difficulty, Laura got the bulb on the head of the dildo inside, but Tys rectum was very tight.
Unh! Unh! Ty panted wildly. Please . . . dont hurt me!
Never . . . never, my darling, Laura purred softly to her, not moving. Never. I would never hurt you.
She realized that a few seconds would elapse and then Tys body would yield, and she was right. Tys asshole loosened, and most of the long shaft slid into her, though not without a little wincing and whimpering. Laura pushed slowly to let her feel the ridges on the dildo gliding past the sparking, totally alive nerves in her anus.
Oh shit! Ty gasped softly. Oh shit, that feels good!
The shaft was about six inches in when Laura stopped. She leaned down and kissed Ty, at first slowly and tenderly, but then with increasing passion. All through the kiss she did not move her hips, simply letting Ty feel the thick stalk embedded deep in her ass, letting her imagine the thrills that lay in store.
You like? she murmured against Tys smooth black cheek.
God, yes!
Now Ty herself began to move her own hips first, slowly undulating them so that the dildo slid in and out of her ass, a few inches out, then a few back in, fucking herself on it without Lauras help. Laura had been holding the base of the dildo in her fingers, guiding it in, but as soon as she realized that even with Tys slow grinding it was not in danger of slipping out, she moved her fingers up to the soupy, slippery open furrow of Tys inflamed pussy and began gently swirling her fingertips against Tys nubby little clit.
Instantly Ty became even more excited. Oh! Unnhhhhh . . . nnnnnn . . . oh!
Oh, I love doing it this way so I can kiss you! Laura panted to her, kissing her neck, her throat, her shoulders, her collarbones, even letting her mouth dart down briefly to one small, lovely breast, sucking Tys erect black nipple hungrily. Still, she swirled her fingers against Tys clit, not thrusting, letting Ty herself do the fucking part. And Ty was eager to keep it up, now gyrating her pelvis a little more rapidly and earnestly, her breath coming quicker, her little whoops now starting up.
Ooooooppp! she keened, her voice sliding up and fading into the air above them. Oooooppp!
Now Laura began to participate in the fucking too. Still persistently rubbing Tys clit, she also began to thrust gently with her hips, pushing the dildo deeper into Tys tight rectum, which was now yielding enough to accommodate the whole thing. Each time it went deep, Ty shuddered.
Ungghhh! Oh!
Laura pulled it out slowly. Then she pushed it in again.
Ungghhh! Oh . . . so deep! Ty winced.
Does it hurt?
Oh . . . no! Its . . . so good! Do it again! Yes! Ungghh! Ooooppp!
Unhhh . . . unhhhh! Laura panted softly, feeling the lust rise and crackle in her own body as if in synchrony with Tys rising heat.
Ooooooppp! Oh shit! Oooooooppp!
Unhhh . . . unhhhhh!
Oooooppp! Ungghh! Oh! Oh shit . . . Laura . . . do it harder! I think I . . .
Yes, honey! Yes . . . honey! Yes!
Then Ty fell momentarily silent, but she was snuffling and pumping more frantically now than ever, her body jerking and stiffening and surging up into Lauras even thrusts. Lauras fingertips on Tys smooth flesh were sensitive to the changes in the girls muscle tone as her orgasm drew nearer, and she realized that a killer climax was approaching even before Ty seemed to know it.
Oh Laura . . . Im . . .
Yes, I know you are, darling.
Laura leaned down and clasped Tys lovely, long, lean body, crushing it against hers, and sliding the dildo deep into the girls ass now with each forward thrust. Ty was now rubbing her own clit frantically, having pushed Lauras hand aside. She was gasping and gurgling and pumping and gyrating and swirling her fingers wildly in her pussy, digging her heels into the mattress, shuddering each time the strap-on dildo slid into her ass.
Unggghh! Ungghhh! Oh!
Yes . . . yes . . . yes!
Oh god! Oh god! The fingernails of her other hand dug into the backs of Lauras shoulders. She strained and arched her back. Oh god! OH GOD!
Laura clasped her tightly, and Ty impaled herself on the dildo that was embedded deep in her ass, her whole pelvis shaking and quaking violently as the full force of her climax began to wrench her. She squeaked and whinnied helplessly in Lauras arms, completely surrendering to the involuntary twitching and sharp convulsions of her body as a shocking orgasm pierced and shook her.
Auunnggghhh! OH! OH! Auunnngghmmnniieeeee! she wailed into Lauras ear, at first truly shattered by the blows, but then subsiding into a slow, undulating rhythm as they softened and lengthened out and then faded into lesser wavelets. Still, this violent portion continued for a long time, Ty groaning and shuddering through successive jolts. But then the stiffening of her muscles faded. Ohhnnnnn! she now sighed, stretching, flexing her arms and legs, then relaxing as the last feathery sensations of her stirring climax waned. Ohhhhhnnnnn!
Laura kissed her face everywhere, and then her lips, those sensual, voluptuous miracles. No tongues, though. Ty was too blasted and stunned by the aftershock of her stupendous orgasm to extend her tongue. But she did make an effort to kiss back.
Laura . . . Ive never come like that in my life . . . she said, still dazed.
Oh . . . sure you have, Laura scoffed quietly, always eager to put things in perspective. Probably the first time you came was better than that.
Ty, wide-eyed, shook her head. No. It was good, youre right. She beamed. But this was a whole-body orgasm. I . . . I . . .
Laura kissed her again to shut her up. No need to explain it. For a second I thought your ears were going to fall off. She squint-smiled at Ty. Here . . . hold your breath while I pull this thing out of you.
No! Ty grabbed her arms, holding her close. Not yet. I like the feel of it in me. Kiss me again and leave it in another second or two.
Laura grinned. How romantic. We kiss with my cock up your ass.
Dont tease, Ty pouted. It is romantic. Its as romantic as Ill ever get with you. Ill remember it forever, I think.
Laura softened. I will too. You exploded.
Ty nodded. They kissed again, lengthily. Then, Ty smiled her typical lazy, sensual smile. Okay, you can take it out now.
She took Lauras advice and held her breath while Laura slowly pulled the dildo out of her body. They both looked down at it, this obscene machine that was capable of making one nearly pass out with pleasure.
I think you could hire yourself out with him, Ty teased, kissing Lauras shoulder. I know Id pay.
You, my angel, do not have to pay, Laura said, wiping it off on the edge of a towel. You are one of the lucky few who get a free ride whenever you request it.
Dusk was falling outside, they could see through the expensively draped bedroom windows. Want to go for another naked swim? Ty asked pertly. Before we come back in here and wear out Mommy and Daddys bed?
What about Mr. Farrington? Wont he be peeping?
Ty cracked a wide grin. Well give him a show. Anyway, I know his wife. She thinks hes a pervert too, always staring at the skinny black girl over the fence. If I mention it loud enough, hell go away.
Another race?
Ty curled up in a sexy, kittenish manner next to Lauras body. Whats my punishment if I lose? Do I have to, you know, do nasty things to you?
Laura grinned and kissed her forehead. Definitely. Nasty. The nastier, the better.
Mmmmm, then I think Im going to lose again, Ty breathed, kissing Lauras neck and nuzzling her earlobe. I think I havent got a chance of winning.
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Authors name: Fitfully Yours([email protected])
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Can I Help 2 - A Mother's Tale (bF, inc, ped)
Hello. My name is Karen, and I will be the first to admit I am a bad parent. Not in the beat your children, let them run rampant through the neighborhood tearing everything to shreds eating candy all day sort of way. I try my best to raise them to be respectable people.
My daughter has the best of everything, and at eleven years old, she is one of the brightest children in her grade. Angel has always gotten top marks, but even those have improved in the past year in such a way that her teachers are shocked. She's a daddy's girl, but that's nothing to be too concerned with, right? After all, they say a girl's first love is usually the man who reminds her most of her father. I think I'm a pretty good parent when it comes to her.
My son is why I think I am a bad mother. He is also extremely smart. Maybe not top of his class, but near the top at least. He is spoiled; he had his own space, his "apartment" as he called the addition to the house, as well as an indoor basketball court built specifically for him. How I've failed him as a mother, though, is something that takes a path through history.
I was eighteen when I got pregnant with Jason. He was born the March after Matthew and I graduated from High School. Now, I know what you think two kids having kids and not being able to support them, but our life was almost perfect. I'm a writer by trade, and my husband is paid quite well designing and writing computer programs, so lack of money isn't why I'm a bad parent.
Jason turned seven a month before Angel was born, and I admit for a while Angel got more attention than Jason for a while. He seemed to accept that gracefully, for a while at least. It came to a boil the day before we had planned a birthday party for Angel's third year. He came stomping into the house, just having turned ten himself, and complained at the top of his voice that he hadn't had a big birthday party, why should his bratty sister. I realized that I had been neglecting him, and when I asked him how I could make it up to him, he said he wanted to play basketball when school started in the fall, and I had to agree to go to all the games, home and away.
Feeling guilty, I agreed immediately, not really thinking things through. I mean, I can write pretty much anywhere, and Matthew felt just as guilty and agreed with Jason's request even though it meant he would be stuck watching the almost three year old Angel.
All that aside, Jason started playing basketball that fall, and he was GOOD! I'm not saying all the other kids sucked, or Jason was a super-athlete and could dunk at ten years old or anything, but it seemed his team was running circles around the other ten year old teams from around the city. I think they only lost one game that entire year, and that was because one of their team had been caught making out with a girl and his parents had grounded him. With only one loss for the year, though, they easily made the playoffs the state held for grades k-6.
When there was no doubt that the team was going to be in the finals, I started planning for the trip. Because I'm an author, I can do my work anywhere I want, so the thought of an extended trip didn't really come into play in my thinking. Besides, I thought, it will give my son and me a chance to get reacquainted. It seemed that as soon as his age had included a second digit he didn't have much time for "family life".
So, as it had been predicted, Jason's team made it to the finals, and we set off to the city where the final game was to be played. Nothing of note happened on the way there, although I did notice Jason was much quieter than normal, and he seemed to be fascinated with the mechanics of driving - at least he was staring at me whenever he wasn't gawking at every teenage girl we passed. I hadn't even known he was interested in girls. I resolved right then to pay more attention to my son.
When we got into town, we went to check in at the hotel. Apparently, though, they had made a scheduling mistake, because instead of a two room suite, we were given a single room with double queen beds. As compensation, we were given complimentary room service for as long as we stayed. Since that was supposed to be one night, that hardly seemed like an equal trade, but we agreed to it.
We dropped our bags off at the room and headed to the gymnasium where the final was supposed to start at eight that night. Instead of seeing two teams starting their warm-up practice, we see a notice on the entrance door.
"Attention parents of the "X" Academy team;
Due to allegations of drug use and age tampering in the team from "X" Academy, the board has no choice but to require each player to submit to a drug screen, and each player must produce a valid birth certificate. The game has been rescheduled for 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. Any student without a negative drug test and valid birth certificate at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow will not be allowed to play. If the majority of players from this team do not pass this test, "X" Academy will be forced to forfeit, and "Y" Junior High will be declared champions."
Underneath that was an address, presumably to the "drug test" facility.
Now, I knew the other team was going to be nervous, because Jason's team had skunked them the two times the teams had met this season. I didn't think they would stoop this low. We drove back to the hotel, and I called my husband. I had him call the other parents, and fax me the birth certificate of all the students who hadn't had the foresight to bring every scrap of paper they might ever need (in other words, every player.)
We brought the birth certificates to the other parents, and formed a caravan to the testing site. Luckily, the testing site had its own lab, so the results were ready in two hours instead of two days. Five minutes before five, I walked into the office of the county Student Athletic Association office, bearing the negative drug tests and birth certificates of all Jason's teammates.
"Well, you have to understand," the superintendent said, "that when we get as many allegations as we did, we have to investigate it. I'm glad that none of your team was actually involved with drugs..."
"And are you going to punish the other team for lying like this, then?"
"Well, there is no way to tell who reported the drug, well, alleged drug use." I could tell this guy used "well like my son uses "umm"; as a space filler used to think of a not quite lie to stay out of trouble.
I have to admit I gave up at that point, and walked out of the building. We went to the hotel, turned on the TV and settled in for the night. About 8:00, I called my husband and told him not to be surprised if there were more delays. If they were willing to try and win by forfeit, there could be other ways they had planned to win without actually playing. He, of course, volunteered to come too, but even though I missed him and Angel, I knew it would only cause problems to have all four of us stuck together in one room for who knew how long.
Besides which, the game might happen tomorrow, so our stay would only be lengthened by one night.
We called room service and ate about 9, and then Jason took a shower and crawled into bed. He usually wasn't tired this early, but the stress of the trip and the accusations must have worn him out. I took a shower too; thankful I had brought several changes of clothes with me. If worse came to worse, I could always pay the hotel to wash our clothes.
I lay down in my bed and slowly drifted off to the sounds of whatever Jason had turned on the TV.
We were awakened by the phone ringing an hour before I had set the alarm. It was one of the parents.
"They might not have the game today," the concerned mother said. "There's a severe thunderstorm watch, and they're talking about a rain delay."
I hung up with her, and called my "well" buddy, who assured me the game was going to happen, just a little later than 10:00. I called the other parents, and told them what I had been told, and asked them all to come to my room. We talked about it, and I told them my suspicions about the superintendent and his possible bias in favor of the other team. We agreed, and they went to their own rooms to get their children ready to play.
It was a good idea that we did, because in our absence, the superintendent had stated if our team were more than ten minutes late, he would declare it a forfeit, and of course the game was right on time, rain or no rain.
Apparently, that was their last trick, because the game went as scheduled, and as predicted. The score was so one sided Jason's team were declared the winners by skunk at the half. Happy that we beat the cheating super, we all went out and celebrated. The game was done at around noon, and none of us got back to the hotel until just after midnight. I didn't drink as much as the others, so I was the designated driver, having to make three trips to and from the hotel just for the parents. By the time I got back to the room, it was a little past 1:30, so I took a brief shower, threw on a t-shirt and panties, and crawled into bed.
I woke up briefly at around three, when I felt the bed shake a little as Jason crawled into it.
"Are you ok Jason?"
"Yeah, I just had a bad dream, mom."
"OK, just try and get back to sleep," I said, feeling him curl up behind me.
Yes, it was a little odd - he hadn't tried sleeping in our bed since right before Angel was born, but if he had a nightmare so bad he couldn't sleep by himself, I wasn't going to chase him away.
I woke a short time later, not sure I understood what was happening. I felt Jason pressing up against me, felt something small and hard pressing against the cleft of my ass, and it was spasming! I felt a small amount of hot liquid soak the back of my panties, and realized my 10 year old son had just had a wet dream against my ass!
I didn't want to wake him, and embarrass him as well, so I just lay there.
As it turned out, that wasn't the best idea.
No sooner than his penis stopped twitching did I feel his hand snake its way around my hip and rest lightly against my stomach. I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there. I thought he was going asleep again, and was just about to doze off myself when I realized that small hardness that had been twitching against my ass was still there. Almost as soon as I realized this, I felt Jason's hips pumping against me!
I froze, still not knowing what to do, my 10 year old son pumping his hard penis on my ass. Suddenly, his hand pulled back, his hips withdrew, and I thought he might have been asleep, but then his hips pressed against my butt again, and his hand snaked around to my stomach, but this time it was different. His hand slid up under my t-shirt and rested briefly against my stomach before sliding its way to cup my breast. And I couldn't be sure, but I could swear I felt his bare penis against the skin of my upper leg just under the hem of my panties!
I stiffened in fear, and apparently my motion did something for him, because his hand tightened on my breast, his hips pistoned forward, and his hard penis pushed my panties partially into my butt hole, where I felt his cum shoot into the opening of my ass. My own son's cum, shooting in my ass with nothing to stop it but my panties.
"Oh, wow that was great, mom" Jason whispered.
"I think we need to talk," I said into the darkness.
"Ok," Jason said, without a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Whatcha wanna talk about?"
"I think we need to talk about what you just did."
"Rubbing is pretty fun, isn't it?" Jason asked, pressing his hips forward and sinking another few millimeters of panty covered boy cock into my ass.
"Rubbing?" I asked, distracted by the feel of his still hard dick.
"Yeah, I rub every night before I go to sleep, but I never rubbed with anyone else before."
"Well, what you call rubbing with someone else is a form of sex, and you aren't old enough to do that with anyone, let alone your own mom."
"I thought sex was where I put my willie into your kitty," he said, reaching around and gripping my pussy mound through my panties.
I reacted instinctively, pulling my hips away from his hand, and that pushed his little cock harder into my ass, and what happened then couldn't really be blamed on either of us. My panties, old and already stretched past what was usual, ripped. And, of course, it ripped precisely where the most pressure was, and precisely when both Jason and I were moving, him forward, me back.
Lubricated by the cum he had already shot into my ass, his cock sunk all the way into me. "Oh, god, that feels good!" he exclaimed, sliding his hand into my panties and cupping my pussy. He pumped his hips furiously three or four times, and then I felt a sensation I had only ever felt with my husband Matthew - hot cum pulsating into my bowels.
Not that it ended there. "Jason, we ..." was all I could get out before the 10 year old started pumping his hips again, his boy cock still hard even after three orgasms. He gripped my pussy tighter, and one finger slid between my labia and started teasing my clit before fully entering my pussy. I couldn't believe it! I was getting horny as my preteen son was practically raping my ass!
I felt him cum again, but this time he didn't even pause - he just kept pumping for all he was worth, and by this time, there was no way my body was going to let me stop him. Jason had two fingers in my pussy, and his apparently permanently hard cock buried in my ass, and I felt my own orgasm wash over me. It wasn't as strong as when my husband and I make love, but it was intense - probably because of the taboo of the act itself.
Finally, I came down off my high, feeling Jason spurt inside me again. I had lost count of his orgasms in my own, but it had to be at least his fifth cum of the night. I peeled his hand away from my pussy and out of my panties, and moved my body away from his. His cock popped out of my ass, and as I got up out of the bed and turned on the night table light, I saw it was still hard, standing up from his small frame.
"I think we have to talk," I said again, then stopped. How was I supposed let him know what he had done was wrong, but not do more damage to him than necessary. "Ok, what we did, it's not right for family to do that together. I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone ever found out what happened."
"Why would you get in trouble mom?"
"Because you are still too young to make decisions about that part of your life."
"I am not!" he exclaimed.
"Well, society thinks you are," I countered, "and they're the ones who make the laws about this kind of thing."
"Well, society's stupid," Jason pouted. "I know what I want, and what I want it to do that again. It was a million times better than rubbing my willie myself!"
"Well, I'm afraid it's going to have to be a one time thing, Jason. No matter how much you may want to do those kinds of things with me or anyone else, I can't risk our family. Do you understand?"
Jason looked depressed as he nodded yes.
"Now, I'm going to go take a shower - you got me all messy." That was an understatement. I could feel his cum leaking down my leg. "Why don't you put your willie away and try and get some sleep."
"Ok, mom," he said, pulling his still hard dick back through his fly and rolling over.
I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and just sat on the toilet seat. What was I going to do? Sooner or later, the fact that Jason had lost his virginity to me would come out, and even if it didn't land one of us in prison, it would ruin my marriage, and I would lose both kids. Even if it didn't, what had happened tonight would change my relationship with my son forever.
Sighing, I got up and stepped into the bathtub. I stood under the water for a while, not even trying to wash. I suppose I was trying to get my mind around the fact that my son's semen was slowly being rinsed off my leg. I think that's why I didn't notice the bathroom door slowly open, or the shower curtain near the back of the tub slowly open and then close.
The first sign that I was not in the shower alone was when Jason started washing my back.
"Jason, what are you doing?" I yelled.
"Don't worry, mom. I got you messy, so I wanted to help get you clean, that's all." He moved the scrubby down lower and started on my lower back. "Don't worry, we're not doin any sex things, so we won't get in trouble."
"Well, you have to remember to add this to the things you never tell anyone, then, ok?"
"Ok," he said, and moved the scrubby down onto my butt cheeks. I knew I should stop him, but for some reason I couldn't. "Did I hurt you here?" he asked as the scrubby brushed over my asshole.
"No, you didn't hurt me," I reassured him.
"Good," he said, and moved down to my legs.
After he had scrubbed my feet (including waiting for me to lift each foot so he could scrub the soles) he said "Turn around mom."
"I think I can wash my own front, young man," I said.
"I can do it," he said, and stood up. Now, I'm not tall, and Jason is getting to be tall, only about six inches shorter than I am. That's not to say there's all that much of a difference, because when he stood up, he plastered his front against my back, and I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my recently washed ass.
"Whoa, you're hard again?" I asked, stunned.
"Well, not really. It's usually stiff until I squirt at least ten or twelve times."
"Ten or twelve... you mean you haven't gone soft at all yet?"
"Nope. It probably won't until I rub it for a while."
I turned around, facing my son, both of us naked. "Does it always stay hard that long?"
"Most of the time," he said, shrugging the question off as he started soaping my breasts. I let him continue (and, no I'm not quite sure why), my nipples getting increasingly hard. There was no question that I was getting aroused by my son's attention. He soaped up my breasts until I thought I could take it no more, and then moved his hands down to my stomach.
And of course he didn't stop there. His hands, running low on soap suds, worked his way to my hips, then to my pussy. I usually keep a well trimmed "landing strip", and he seemed fascinated by the hair there. I could see his hard little penis didn't have any hair yet.
"Honey, you really shouldn't be doing this," I gasped as his fingers stroked across my clit. I was sure that if I hadn't been wet from the shower, the boy would definitely be able to tell I was making my own wetness.
"Well, mom, I was thinking. I know you said we shouldn't do this, and that it was going to be one night only, but since the night isn't done, we can still rub each other. If you say it's all right, I promise to never tell anyone, ever." He paused, slipping his middle finger along the lips of my pussy, and then sinking it all the way in. I felt like collapsing at the wave of pleasure that washed over me as I felt that digit inside me.
Jason stroked me, well to call it as it is, finger fucked me for a time which could have been ten seconds or ten hours, I could no longer tell. I put one foot on the faucet without even realizing it, giving my son better access with his fingers.
I pressed my back against the wall, reveling in the feeling as he added another finger to the one he had buried in his place of conception. By then, the shower had rinsed the soap off my breasts, and my orgasm hit the moment his mouth clamped over my right nipple.
There was only a minute or two between that orgasm and the next, with Jason's fingers buried in my pussy and mouth clamped on my breast, and he didn't rest or retreat. He kept plunging his fingers into me at a frantic pace and his tongue kept swirling its way around my nipple, and I closed my eyes, buried in the sensation. When I came again, I squeezed his fingers so tight he couldn't pump them for a minute or two until my pussy muscles relaxed enough to release him.
I was relieved (and a little disappointed, I have to admit) when he removed both fingers and mouth from my body after that orgasm. I think the taboo of the act, coupled with the illegal age and obvious willingness of my son had sent me further over the edge than my husband ever had before. Not to say my husband is a bad lover - far from it, but the way that ten year old could use his fingers, holy hell!
Then I felt his fingers at the entrance to my pussy again, and although he didn't resume with my breasts, the pleasure started crashing in on me again. I had just had one of the best orgasms in my life, and here he was, driving me to another one with his terrific fingers.
At least that's what I thought until his "fingers" started pulsating. My eyes shot open, and I realized that where Jason was standing made nursing on my breasts difficult at least. He was standing with his hands on either side of me, his head thrown back and his dick buried to the balls in my pussy!
Honestly I tried to stop him, or at least I tried to try, but I just couldn't move. Another orgasm rocked through my body, and I could finally move, but instead of pushing him away, I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into me. I could feel his cum shooting into me, and I knew it was wrong on every level there was, but I couldn't help myself.
He stopped spurting into me, pumped his hips for a few minutes, then began spasming again, and again I could feel his cum pumping deep where he had last been ten years ago, then nothing but a fetus, now there as a man.
That was when it happened. So far there had been even a slight pause between my orgasms, but as soon as I felt his semen flooding into my pussy, I had four orgasms back to back. The only thing holding me on my feet was my ten year old son and his dick, constantly pumping, and cumming every minute or so for the next fifteen minutes or so.
Let me tell you, that was the first time I had orgasmed that long in my life, and I think that's what hooked me. I clasped his body to mine, reveling in the feel of skin on skin, the feel of our hearts beating against each other, the feel of penis in vagina, the feel of warm cum boiling out of me. We stayed linked together for as long as we could stand up, which wasn't very long, and Jason finally pulled out of me, his dick still mostly hard and still dripping cum.
I instinctively knelt in front of my son, took his dick in my mouth, and sucked our combined juices off his dick. He got hard again, pumping into my mouth like he had my pussy, and shot another load directly down my throat.
Apparently, once Jason gets hard, he stays hard, because even after cumming at least two dozen times already, his dick stayed hard after I sucked his load out. I continued sucking him until he came again, then stood up and hugged him. "Let's get out of the shower honey."
He nodded yes, and we carefully climbed out of the shower and dried ourselves off. When I started putting on my shirt, though, Jason looked at me and laughed. After a minute, I started laughing as well. After what had just happened between us, modesty was probably unnecessary at best.
We lay down, both of us still completely naked. I lay on my back, and Jason lay with his head on my breast, snuggling like we had since he was born (except the nakedness, of course.) I remember the last thing I said to him was, "We really need to talk about what happened."
Later, I'm not quite sure how much later, but I do know it was still dark, I woke up to the feel of Jason's dick slowly sliding its way back into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, not caring that I was committing statutory incest rape with my son, just wanting to feel the orgasms again. It was more than wanting - it was almost a need to feel them. He came quickly again, and then again, and then again, not pausing in between, but driving me with the feel of his dick, his cum, his passion.
We made love for an hour or so, stopping only long enough for me to teach him different positions. When we finally stopped, Jason fell asleep on top of me, his dick still buried in me.
A couple hours later, I woke up to his motions, slowly pumping in and out of me again, making me shiver with orgasms. Now that he had cum so many times in the past few hours, his urgency seemed to be waning. Instead of an hour long marathon, he would cum inside me two or three times and then fall back asleep on top of me. I think that once that night, his dick did get soft enough to fall out, but he didn't stop touching me once. He even went into the bathroom with me when I got up at about seven o'clock to pee.
We got into the shower again, slowly making love under the warm spray of water. I felt absolutely full of his cum, and tried my best to wash most of it from around my sore pussy, then knelt down and started fondling and sucking on his dick again. I paid close attention to his testes, and realized that they were extremely large - even larger than his father's, and wondered if that was why he had such an extreme sex drive.
When we got back to the bed, we collapsed next to each other. Jason reached over and cupped his palm over my mound, sliding his fingers once more into my sore yet hungry pussy and gently started kissing my nipple. "Jason, I did say it was one night only, you know."
"I know, mom, but I really want to try something I heard about," he mumbled past my nipple. I couldn't think of what this kid wanted to try and hadn't yet, but I didn't have the willpower to stop him.
"Oh, go ahead and do what you want," I moaned.
He got up and moved between my legs, but instead of feeling his dick working its way back into me, I felt his lips locking onto my pussy.
"Oh, god!" I cried, grabbing him by his hair and pulling his face against me. He had found my clit with his fingers, and now he rediscovered it with the tip of his tongue. He ate me to five orgasms before I had to push his head away, not wanting to suffer a heart attack at 28. I was breathing hard, and Jason moved up the bed and lay nest to me, his young dick a stark exclamation point.
As my breathing returned to normal, I looked at the clock and realized it was after nine o'clock already. Matthew would be expecting us to be heading home already. "I have to call your father and tell him we'll be late," I told Jason.
"How late are you going to tell him we'll be?" he asked, flicking my nipple with his fingers. A warm rush of pleasure washed through my body.
"I'm not sure, but I'll figure it out."
I picked up the phone and dialed the home, hoping I'd get the answering machine. I didn't of course - Matthew answered on the second ring.
"So, did they settle those disputes yet?" As soon as he asked the question, I realized he hadn't heard anything about the game, and I think my son might have heard the question and understood it too. Jason grinned and moved between my legs again as I lied to my husband and said nothing had been settled. As I asked how Angel was doing, Jason started licking up and down my pussy, dipping his tongue in and out like it was a small dick.
"We're all fine here. Just do what you need to do there. Any idea when you'll be home?"
I was about to answer "late tonight" when Jason's tongue ran its way over my clit again, and I had to struggle to keep my voice level. "They rescheduled the match for Saturday, so we'll be heading home next Saturday morning," I heard myself say. Jason looked up from where he was tonguing my clit, winked at me, and went back to work. My conversation didn't last too long after that, but I don't think my husband noticed a thing. I was about to cum, so I reached over to the night stand, knocked three times, and said, "The food's here, I gotta go."
After we exchanged our "byes", I hung up and pulled Jason's head against me as hard as I could. I almost smothered the boy, but he didn't seem to mind. My orgasm rocked through my body instantly, and when I could let up on his head, Jason crawled up my body and replaced his face with his dick, pounding it without mercy into his poor mother's body.
Ok, well maybe not "poor mother", but you know what I mean.
During that week, I taught Jason everything a growing boy should know about sex, and everything that should be kept from said growing boy as well. I taught him things like the vagina produces its own juices, but you need some outside lubrication for anal sex; you can switch from oral to vaginal, vaginal to oral (with the woman's approval, of course), oral to anal, vaginal to anal, but it was not a good idea to switch from anal to oral or vaginal due to possible infections; it wasn't poison to eat out a woman after vaginal sex, but it was a choice only he could make; fast and hard may be great, but slow and gentle has its points too. The list could go on.
That's not to say we had sex every minute every day, but the only time either of us wore anything was when I put on a towel to get the food service tray. We had sex in the shower, in the bathtub, in the bed, against the wall, on the floor, basically anywhere we could. I lost track of the number of orgasms my ten year old son gave me that week, and there was no way to keep track of his orgasms. I think that if I hadn't been "fixed" after Angel was born, my son would have more than likely knocked me up that week.
We left the hotel Saturday at 11 o'clock, waiting until the last possible moment, and using every minute we could. I wore the panties that had the hole in the ass, knowing I would have to throw them away, not only for the hole, but for gallon or so of cum that seemed to be saturating my pussy.
We started out in silence, neither of us wanting to start the conversation that would admit our fun week was at an end, and we would never be able to do those things again. We stopped at a rest stop after only twenty minutes of driving, and I went into the ladies restroom to pee, but when my son knocked on the door thirty seconds after I went in, asking if I was alone in there, I opened the door and let him in. As soon as he walked in, he spun me around, pressed me against the door, and started kissing me. My hands went to his pants as his started pushing my dress up to my waist. He pushed my panties to one side as I released his hard dick, and he pushed his way into me. I started cumming the moment his dick was all the way in, squeezing it so hard, it started shooting cum as far into me as he had ever been.
He kept on fucking, though, and I matched him orgasm for orgasm through three more. Then, satiated, we separated. Jason tucked his dick back into his pants and stood aside. I just took my panties off, knowing there were two more rest stops between there and the exit that would take us home, and I had a feeling that even if Jason didn't ask to stop, I would end up stopping anyway.
Which we did. The second rest stop was busy, but the back of the rest stop was right up against the woods, and nobody paid attention to the twenty-something mother and her almost teen son walking around the building. We were there for at least half an hour, and afterward, Jason went around and told me when the coast was clear. The last rest stop was deserted, and this time we went into the men's room, which was admirably clean for a rest stop, for the last sex I thought I would ever have with my son.
We were only twenty minutes away from the house when Jason broke the silence. "I had fun this week, mom."
"I did too, honey, but it wasn't supposed to happen, and you know it."
"But I don't want it to stop!" he protested.
I sighed. "Neither do I, honey, but if your father found out, hell if anyone ever found out, I would go to jail for a really long time."
"Dad will never have to know," he said, "and I'll never tell anyone."
"Don't you think he'd be a little suspicious if your bedroom door were locked, then I came out the door?"
"I've been thinking about that," Jason admitted. "I think I have an answer. You and dad always say "practice makes perfect," right?"
I nodded.
"Well, since we have this big trophy," he said, hiking his thumb back to the trophy taking up the back seat. "We have to keep it somewhere, and I need a place to practice. I can ask dad to have a half court built, and maybe a trophy room for any trophies I bring home, and maybe a locker room for my team to change in when they come over to practice, and a large room with a few beds in it in case I want to have a sleep over - do you think he would do it?"
"I doubt he would build you the hotel you seem to be asking for, but if you ask for a bedroom and shower attached to the house but kept separate, and the half gym, I'm sure I could convince him to at least consider it." I knew mentally that I was in the wrong, trying to find a way to continue our illicit relationship, but I couldn't help it. There was no way I could willingly give up the pleasure I had felt that previous week.
We got home, I greeted Matthew like nothing had changed, and went to take a shower. There was no way I wanted him to see me naked until after I had a chance to clean Jason's cum out of me. I got into the shower, turned the water on, and stepped under the stream. Moments later, I heard the door open, and as I was asking if Matthew had Angel, the shower curtain opened.
Instead of Matthew, Jason stood there, in all his youthful glory. "Jason, what if your father comes in?"
"Don't worry. He asked me to tell you he went to get some supper. He didn't feel like cooking, and knew you were too tired, so he went to get some Chinese food. He wants to go run some more errands, so he won't be back for an hour or so." My son stepped into the shower, closed the curtain, and kissed me. "We have time."
I surrendered to his touch, and screamed my orgasms out as I made love to my son for the first time in my marital home. We did cut it a little short, each of us only cumming three or four times, but I did have to clean up, and my husband would probably want to have sex tonight.
As we sat down to supper, Jason asked about his practice room, and as I predicted, he said he had to discuss it with me. That night, after Matthew and I made love, we lay in bed snuggling. The orgasm that I had with him was satisfying, but not as powerful as the multiples I had been getting used to. "What did you think of Jason's request?"
Matthew looked at me. "You realize our ten year old son is asking for an apartment, don't you?"
"I do, but I think it's a really good idea. We have sort of been neglecting him since Angel was born, and it would be a good idea to have a practice area for him to use even after school hours. He was really good, but I think he would benefit a lot with more practice." Yes, I am aware that there were severe double meanings, but I didn't think it would be a good idea to bring up the fact I wanted our ten year old son to practice sex with me. "Besides which, we can always convert his old room to that larger study you always wanted."
"I still don't know," he started.
"We had a lot of time to talk," I interrupted. "Since Angel was born, weve been ignoring one of our children, and that's not good. I was finally starting to get through to him, but I don't know if it will last without some significant changes around here. I don't want him to feel neglected anymore, and if building him a gym with a bedroom attached, so be it."
"Ok, ok. I think I understand, but we need to think of his safety, too. What if I install security cameras around the gym? Would that be ok?"
"The outside or the inside?" Security cameras on the inside of the building would ruin the plans Jason and I had for the room.
"Well, the inside of the gym, but around the outside of the structure. I'm not proposing we put them in the bedroom or shower or anything. I just want to make sure he stays safe."
I thought for a minute, and then nodded. "That would be fine. I was wondering, though, if there was a way to put a weight room too. I really need to lose some of this weight I put on from Angel."
"Sure," he said, rolling over on me and sliding his dick into me again. I'm glad he didn't realize my pussy was wet from thinking of the fun Jason and I were going to have instead of from horniness on his part. It's wrong, but that's the way I felt then, and have felt at least a couple times since.
We built the room in the next few months, during which time Jason and I made love like rabbits every time we had a chance, which was not as near as we would have liked. When the construction was finished, for the first few months, Matthew would come out and watch us play scrimmage games, but soon lost interest in the constant bantering. Once his presence was no longer a constant thing, I started accessing the in gym cameras and recording our games. We only played about once a week, and I was able to record those, and play them back over the camera systems every day when Jason and I retired to his room (and mostly to his bed, but his shower and the weight room got a lot of attention as well.)
That was eight years ago. We've managed to keep our relationship from both Angel and Matthew. We've had to slow down a little, but Jason's staying power has grown during that time. Although he no longer cums as often, he manages to last a little more, so the length of our lovemaking has stayed about the same. Sex with my husband had stayed the same until about a year ago, and I'm not sure why he stopped wanting it as much, but that's fine by me too. Maybe he's just getting older.
Well, that's my story, and I bet you can see why I'm a bad mother, but to be honest, I don't think I'd change a thing.
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As I stated at the beginning, this is entirely fiction. I write fiction, and do not believe fiction should be censored, but neither should it be followed. If you have an urge to have sex with a child, seek immediate help, or cut off your pecker. Kids need to be cherished, not ravaged, protected, not exploited.
As an author, I appreciate any kind of constructive feedback for my work. I do not write for profit, so the only payment I get is knowing what my readers think.
Fitfully Yours([email protected])
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Daddy Aquires Lexi
by
Smalltowndude
The Chase Family Marries at Lolita Island
When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard. I would like to thank mr.longfello for his idea, recommendations, and permission for me to send the Chase family to Lolita Island. It turns out to be the perfect venue for their wedding and vacation.
Chapter 21:
The next day was Friday, and it was to be spent making the final arrangements for the wedding and to finalize all of the details. But it seemed that Maggie had everything under control, and the various merchants on the island knew all that had to be prepared.
Maggie was the first to awaken, and because everybody slept nude, noticed immediately that David's cock was a nice, hard piece of morning wood. Not wanting to disturb her family, Maggie carefully rose and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and perform her morning duties. Wiping her lovely pussy after she peed, she noticed that she was going to have to give herself a touch up shave, as the `full treatment' she received from her bff Cathy O'Donnell was beginning to get a bit rough, which she did not want for her man's loving cock and her daughter's oral attention.
Deciding she would give herself the touch up she needed later, she made a mental note to be sure Lexi was perfectly smooth for her father too. Carefully climbing back into bed, she saw that her husband's-to-be manhood was just as hard as it was before, if not harder. She decided on the best way to find out.
Gently holding his shaft vertical, Maggie lowered her mouth until she managed to get almost all of it in her mouth. Needless to say, it also went down her throat! Now that she could see (and feel) how hard her lover's cock was, she stopped sucking and still holding his wet phallus, she deftly straddled her man and slowly lowered herself onto his incredible 8" circumcised lady pleaser! She couldn't help but think how wet she always was when she was around the man she loves.
Moaning as quietly as she could, "Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well," she whispered. "My god, this is what I was put here for! I was made for you to fuck my love!" Beginning to gyrate her hips and moving up and down forcing his incredibly hard cock as far inside her as she could get it!
Feeling as if he was going to explode, David put his hands on her hips to slow her down. Quietly, so he wouldn't waken their naked daughter, "Take your time, honey. I want you to cum so hard, I want to feel you squirt all over me!"
Their breathtakingly stunning daughter was feeling the bed shake with her mother's fucking, and she slowly woke up. Seeing what was going on beside her, she laid on her side and propped her head up with her hand.
"Wow Mom! You sure know how to wake up! I'm sure Daddy doesn't mind, do you Daddy? God, that looks so hot! Daddy's cock is just the best, isn't it Mom? Not to mention the guy attached to it."
Gasping, as she was pumping up and down and working up to a good orgasm, "Your daddy's cock is incredible, honey! It's icing on the cake that it's attached to your father! He's the finest man I've ever met. That's why I love him so much! Oh, god, you fill me so much sweetheart! Fuck me, my love! Fuck me!"
Rising, and going into the bathroom, Lexi brushed her teeth and had her morning pee. Coming back into the bedroom, she crawled onto the bed and stood up straddling her father's head. With her damp pussy above him getting more and more wet, he thought that she would lower herself onto his face, but his beautiful daughter had other ideas! Bending down a bit, Lexi brought her mouth onto her mother's for a lusty tongue dueling kiss!
"Can you lick me, Mom? Can you eat my pussy?" asked the horny 13 year old. Moving forward, she gently pulled her mother's head to her so her mouth was at her slit.
Like the loving and caring mother she was, she couldn't say no to her little girl. So while riding the cock of her dreams, she placed her tongue at the entrance of her daughter's cunt and started licking.
Seeing what was going on above, David wet his middle finger, and spreading their child's butt cheeks, he started to tickle her adorable pucker. Putting his finger back in his mouth to get more lubricant, he brought his finger up and inside her more and more each time he withdrew.
Beginning a backward motion to fulfill the need to get more of her father's fingers in her ass, and a forward motion to get more of her mother's tongue in her pussy and on her clit, "Oh fuck, Daddy! That feels soooo good! Add another finger, Daddy! Pleeeease! Finger-fuck me Daddy while Mom is eating me! Oh shit, what a family! I love both of you so much!"
Clutching her mother's head to her soaked slit, pumping her pussy and ass back and forth for sexual release, with her head thrown back, her long beautiful hair waving back and forth performing an erotic dance, and the child gasping incoherently, Lexi was the personification of a beautiful, horny, wanton child-slut needing to cum!
Using a second finger to fuck his little girl's ass, David starting fucking her with more force and frequency!
"I'm so close, Mom and Daddy! I love the both of you so much! This is what I'm here for! I want both of you to fuck me and use me whenever you want to! I'm your slut! Fuck me, Daddy! Lick my clit, Mommy! Make me cum! Make me cum!"
Pumping with greater urgency, Lexi was working her way to good, hard orgasm! With her father fucking her asshole with his fingers, and her mother licking her, she was building up to a hard and violent cum!
"Don't stop both of you! Don't stop! Oh my fucking god! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard! AAARRRRGGGGNNNEEEE!" she screamed! Shaking uncontrollably, she gushed cum! She gushed a lot of cum! What her mother didn't capture in her mouth soaked her daddy's stomach! Her father couldn't believe she could cum so much! And that was just what her mother couldn't swallow! He was so proud of their daughter/child-slut!
After her monumental cum, Lexi's knees were so weak; she almost collapsed on top of her father! Helping to lower his daughter so she wouldn't fall, he managed to get her sitting on his face! Meanwhile, Maggie was concentrating on utilizing the fabulous fuck pole she was sitting on. My god, she felt so full with her man's cock inside her! It was heaven!
With Lexi situated on her father's face, and his tongue beginning to lap up all of her secretions, the child reached out and grasped her mother's substantial breasts and started to pinch and twist her nipples increasing the woman's lust and fervor.
Maggie was really getting into fucking her husband-to-be and was working for a cum she so desperately needed! Pumping and bouncing maniacally on David's 8" of circumcised cock, with hair flying, breasts trying to be brought under control by their daughter, and her pussy juices saturating his balls, the woman was every bit a slut as her daughter! And loving it!
"Fuck me, David! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the beauty gasped. He thought it a bit unusual considering she was the one doing the fucking. Besides, he was trying to concentrate on getting his tongue in his daughter's asshole!
When Lexi found it too difficult trying to manipulate her mother's nipples because she couldn't keep hold of the mammoth mammaries, the child reached down and pulled her butt cheeks apart to give her father greater access to her succulent asshole! Meanwhile, her thoughtful and loving mother reached between Lexi's legs to get some of the child's natural lubricant and used it to rub her hard nubbin! This drove Lexi even more wild with lust and she started to squirm on her father's face more so she could cum again!
With his beautiful fiance gyrating madly on his cock and his equally lovely daughter pumping for more of his tongue in her asshole, he knew that both of his ladies were going to cum very shortly. Jesus! What a way to wake up!
Maggie started to cum first gasping, laughing, moaning, crying with just a small bit of screaming! "Oh my darling! I love you so much! AARRRGGHHHEEEENNNN!"
She came hard and violently! With her body shaking uncontrollably and her pussy gushing, it was one of the greatest orgasms she ever experienced! And she was still cumming! "AARRRRGGGGHHHHNNN!"
Her mother's cumming helped to trigger Lexi's massive orgasm! Squirming on her father's face and her mother manipulating her hard button, Lexi let loose with another resounding orgasm giving her father her own version of water-boarding! David had to lift his daughter a bit so he could breathe and wouldn't drown!
Ever the gentleman, after his girls were finished drenching him with their girl-cum, David let loose with a number of huge squirts of ropes of cum into his stunning fuck-mate. With Maggie still undulating wildly on his hard prick, when she felt his massive load being unleashed, she had yet ANOTHER orgasm! With both of them cumming at the same time, Lexi watched with disbelief the hot exhibition of the two bodies shaking uncontrollably in their sexual throes! After her third massive orgasm, Maggie just collapsed onto David's chest with his now-shrinking cock still lodged in her tight but soaked and satisfied pussy.
"Wow! You two are so hot together! I love you both so much! And I love watching you!" Lexi exclaimed.
"We love you too sweetheart," Maggie answered. "This is the finest family anybody could want! Both of you are my world."
"And with you and Daddy finally getting married tomorrow, we'll be a real family! God, I can't wait! You know that you two were meant to be together, don't you?"
"I think that we came to that conclusion, honey," responded David. "Otherwise we wouldn't be here on Lolita Island."
"And speaking of getting married you two, let's go have some brunch so we can get to the church by noon. We still have a rehearsal to go through yet with Father McLeary," Maggie added.
After their showers and a mouth watering seafood brunch, the Chase family walked over to the non-denominational church. The teachings of this particular church was almost Unitarian in nature, and focused on brotherly love and the acceptance of those people who some would consider `different.' Father John McLeary, the former Catholic priest, had just arrived with his very young wife Cindy, who would be playing the organ during the processional and recessional.
"Ah good. You're here. Chase family, I would like to introduce you to my wife Cindy who will be accompanying the ceremony on the organ," the good Father introduced.
Note-In case you haven't read mr longfello's series on Lolita Island (Sam and Lyla), Cindy McLeary was the good childhood friend of young Maggie Watson, who was the widow of her much older husband Darren Benson (Chap. 5). Cindy and young Maggie are the same age. They have known each other since their very early days in an orphanage back in England. Father McLeary was the orphanage priest.
Cindy was dressed in a revealing sarong she kept loose. One could tell there was no underwear. Father McLeary was dressed in a loosely hanging robe (vestment?). He too wore no underwear. The Chase family was a little surprised at the lax dress code for the church. Maggie was very happy that she and Lexi chose well for their wedding attire. Not to mention what David was going to wear (or not wear).
Before the rehearsal started, Sam Watson arrived because he was David's best man. Lexi was going to be Maggie's maid of honor. It didn't take long, as the adults knew what a wedding consists of, and they had their roles down pat. Lexi knew what she was supposed to do, but would go with the flow with the guidance of Maggie, David, and Father McLeary. Afterwards, Sam went back to the Island Administrator's office to finish a few tasks and the Chase family went back to the hotel to change into beachwear.
David wore a very teeny beige speedo that advertised his `package' quite well. It was a good contrast with his tan skin and his dark features. Lexi wore a very small bikini bra which barely covered her nipples. The rest of the top left her small breasts exposed. She wore a matching bikini thong which covered her slit, with the string riding up between her luscious butt cheeks leaving nothing to the imagination.
When Maggie came out of the bathroom with her `bikini' on, all eyes turned to her and David and Lexi were almost drooling when they saw what she was wearing. The `bra' was a couple of straps that came up from the small strip of cloth barely covering her pussy and crossed at her tummy to cover her nipples, and tied around her neck. The thong material that ran up between her ass cheeks was part of a small string that ran around her narrow waist.
"Oh my fucking god!" Lexi gushed. "Mom, you look incredible! You have the most magnificent woman's body I've ever seen!"
"Good god, sweetheart! You look incredible!" enthused her loving fuck-mate. You are just absolutely gorgeous! All of the men will have hardons, and the women will be soaked when they see you in that!"
"You don't think it's too slutty? I mean, considering where we are, I didn't think this was going to be too out of place." Maggie responded with her nipples hardening slowly turning, showing off her incredible ass. "Lexi honey, do your daddy and me a favor and model your bikini for us."
Standing up from the bed, Lexi put her hands behind her neck in the `display' position, and turned slowly so her parents could appreciate her small developing breasts and flawless bubble butt. David and Maggie glanced at each other, noting her automatically assuming the `display' position. She was developing into the young, submissive slut they wanted her to become.
Putting on hotel robes, they took the elevator down and walked out the door to the beach, which was only about 50 yards away. Walking along the beach hand-in-hand, they noticed families playing volleyball, throwing bean bags, playing with Frisbees, and just laying under the warm sun. They also noticed that clothing was optional. Walking with arms around each other were parents and young children, parents and older children, grandparents with parents with children, men with boys, women with girls, men with very young girls, women with young boys and teens, every conceivable combination of young and old.
"You were right, Daddy. You sure wouldn't find a beach like this back home," Lexi noted.
But the Chase family walking down the beach hand-in-hand, were noticed too. Even with the robes they were wearing, men and boys as well as women and girls stopped what they were doing to look up and admire the beautiful specimens walking past. Noting the attention they were getting, Maggie's nipples became harder and protruded through the small strips of cloth covering them. Hers and Lexi's bikini `bottoms' were getting wet too. As for David seeing the scantily clad women and girls frolicking on the beach got his cock nice and hard, to the point that he had a tough time keeping it covered with the small amount of fabric supposedly covering it.
Finally getting to a slightly more secluded spot in front of a rock outcropping, they took off their robes and spread their large blanket and laid down to get a bit of color for the wedding tomorrow. Lexi immediately went down to the water to get her feet wet and see how cold it was. It must have been quite warm because she ran right into it. David and Maggie kept an eye on her and watched her cute little butt jiggle in her thong (or out of it).
Just then, David and Maggie started to hear the lustful moans and cries of a couple behind the rocks they were in front of! Looking at each other and smiling, they quietly made their way around to see what was going on, even though they had a good idea. Peeking up and over some boulders, they noticed a couple of totally naked children - not more than 12 - fucking as if their lives depended on it! The young girl was riding the cock of the boy, squeezing her breasts and nipples gasping and moaning. The boy was moaning, encouraging the girl to "ride my cock and cum on me!" David and Maggie couldn't help but notice that the young couple looked incredibly alike, and surmised that they were probably brother and sister. They looked at each other and smiled and lowered themselves so they wouldn't be noticed.
Getting back down to their blanket, Maggie exclaimed, "God! Is this a fabulous island or what? Thank you for bringing us here! This is the perfect place for us to get married! Thank you, my love!" she said as she lowered the front of David's speedos to get to his hard cock. Stroking the wonderful piece of man meat, she slowly lowered her mouth onto it and started to suck. Lexi came up out of the water, and seeing what her mother was doing, decided that she was going to help!
Laying on the other side of her father, the young girl started licking up and down the other side of her father's magnificent cock. Taking turns sucking on the massive member, both girls were getting wetter and wetter, and not from the ocean. While Maggie was sucking on the pole, Lexi was licking and gently sucking on David's balls. Gently massaging them, the slut-child also ran her finger down under her father's ass to begin playing with his asshole! She just figured that if it felt so good for her, it was going to feel equally good for him!
Finding it, she began to tickle it and gave notice what was going to happen. She withdrew her hand to lick her finger, and put it back under him to play with his neglected pucker. Rimming her finger around the entrance, she got it nice and wet before she withdrew her hand again go give her finger more oral lubrication. With Maggie paying loving attention to her father's cock, Lexi slowly began inserting her finger into her daddy's ass!
Lifting his groin in trying to get more of his cock into his fiance's throat, this gave the child room to begin to finger fuck her father! This really started to get him going in that even though he had just cum, he needed to again! With him pumping his rock hard cock into Maggie's mouth, Lexi increased the speed and intensity of fucking her father!
Soon, with the incredible feelings of being ass fucked, and his woman's throat constricting on his 8" shaft, he knew he wasn't going to last long!
"Oh fuck ladies! It's going to be a strong one!" David moaned. "I'm going to cum! Suck me, sweetheart! Fuck me honey! Oh god, here it comes! AAARRRRRGGGGNNNNNHHHH," he moaned loudly, raising his groin completely off the sand pushing his cock even deeper down her throat, releasing rope after rope of hot cum down Maggie's throat!
After her father's orgasm, Lexi pulled her finger out of her father's ass, and licked it clean (her finger, not his ass. That would come later). With the Chase family engrossed in what they were doing, they didn't realize a crowd had gathered to witness the intense family love. The children they watched over the rocks fucking had stopped and were watching from above while stroking and fingering each other. People on the beach - some clothed, others not - had gathered around to watch too! After David drained his balls of their delicious content, the crown erupted with a good, hearty round of applause! When Maggie released David's cock from her mouth, the women and girls and some of the men were very, very impressed with David's equipment, both the size of it and the flawless shape and beauty. Not to mention the fact that it curved up a bit to stimulate the G spot of the lucky recipient!
Turning a bit red, they rose and the crowd was absolutely stunned with Maggie's incredible body and Lexi's flawless butt. David's cock had a hard time staying in his speedos, and that was noticed too. A little uncomfortable with the show they put on and not knowing what to say, David made the announcement, "We're getting married tomorrow at 2:00. Everybody is invited!" to which there was another round of applause!
Grabbing their robes and the blanket, they locked hands and walked briskly back to the hotel. "David, are you embarrassed by all of those people seeing what we did?" asked Maggie. "Because given the societal nature of Lolita Island, I don't think we gave those people a show they haven't seen before."
"I know my love. I was just surprised by the crowd that had gathered. To be honest, now that I think about it, it was quite hot!" David answered. "What do you think Lexi? Were you embarrassed?"
"Not really, Daddy. I think it was hot that all of those people saw how hard you can cum. And Mom was right. With the bikinis we're wearing, we couldn't show off much more without being totally naked. I guess I'm alright with all of this."
With a dinner reservation being made with Sam Watson and his wives, the Chases all took showers to wash off the suntan lotion and sand and got dressed for their little pre wedding celebration.
When they were properly dressed and down in the hotel lobby, strangers would pass them and smile and say `hi' or give them a thumbs up. "Good god! I guess word got around about this afternoon." David groused. "We seem to be famous."
"Or infamous!" giggled Maggie.
Even Madam Secretary and her niece (see last chapter) walked past and smiled at them, with both of them giving Lexi a blatant once-over.
Impressed with how the Secretary carried herself, David couldn't help but blurt, "You're both invited to our wedding and reception tomorrow. The wedding is at 2:00. We hope we see you there."
"We wouldn't miss a wedding with such beautiful people in it," she said gazing at Lexi. "Would we sweetheart?"
"Not at all maam," her young niece (10? 11?) exclaimed looking at Lexi like she was dinner.
Seeing the Watsons walk into the lobby, Sam nodded to Madam Secretary and her niece, and approached the Chases. Shaking David's hand, "My god! You three are the talk of the island! People who saw you in action this afternoon think your family is the hottest thing to hit the island! Word has gotten out about the beautiful visiting family and how hot you are! I'm afraid you're going to have almost the entire island at your wedding tomorrow."
Ever the pragmatic, David had to ask, "Will the church hold that many people, Sam?"
"Who cares? I'm sure nobody would mind if it was standing room only," joked Sam.
Walking to their waiting table, people in the restaurant recognized the beautiful family and applauded and gave them a standing ovation! Needless to say, the whole Chase family was embarrassed and didn't quite know how to respond. So David did what he did the last time. He invited everyone in the establishment to their wedding and reception tomorrow!
Finally being seated, Maggie leaned over, "My love, are you sure we can afford to do all of this? There might be 300 people there!"
"Sweetheart, it's our wedding. Whatever it costs, that's what it'll cost. I love you and Lexi more than anything else in the world, and I want the entire island to know how much we love each other. Maybe some of these people will realize that we're all off-limits to their advances, but seeing as how the whole island is driven by its libido, I doubt it."
Eating, drinking, and lively conversation took place the entire evening, with Lexi and Maggie turning down an invitation to accompany the Watson wives back to their house for a `nightcap.' The dinner broke up around midnight, with everyone saying their goodnights. The Watson girls giving Lexi and Maggie each a lusty goodnight kiss! As the wedding started at 2:00, they all agreed to meet at the church at 1:00 to get ready.
Because it was such an action filled day, they were drained. Yes, in more ways than one, and the Chases went to bed naked, but everyone was too tired to move! All entwined, they fell asleep almost immediately.
Sleeping in, they all rose by 10:00. After taking their showers, Maggie had Lexi sit on the bathroom counter with her legs widely spread so she could give the child a `touch up' of eliminating any growth that may have occurred since they left Cathy O'Donnell's salon. At Maggie's instruction, Lexi did the same for her mother. Soon they were both as smooth as the day they were born. After each `touch up,' each damp pussy got a loving kiss.
They walked down to the hotel restaurant and had a light breakfast. Because they had become `infamous' as Maggie would say, the entire meal was on the house with best wishes for the afternoon!
Maggie and Lexi left early because they had hairdressing appointments, and they would meet David at the church. The hotel delivered the wedding dresses to the church, as did the florist delivering the flowers and decorating the altar.
David and Sam arrived a bit after one, and the Chase women were just getting there too. Observing tradition, David didn't look out the window to watch his bride approaching. As it was so much easier for the men to get ready than the women, after getting `dressed,' David and Sam sat down and had a glass of wine.
"Sam, I have to thank you so much for helping Maggie and Lexi and me to get to Lolita Island for our wedding. This whole experience is turning out much better than I could have imagined! Maggie can't believe the sexual freedom on the island, and I think she's turning into a bigger perv because of it, which is hard to believe. But I want you to know that because I have such beautiful, insatiable women in my life, I think this is the perfect place to be to get married."
"We go back far enough Dave that your sexual preferences, although they were cleverly hidden, seemed to make themselves known after your lovely daughter moved in with you. And seeing her, I can imagine how hard it was for you to resist her charms. And Maggie! My god man, where in god's name did you find her? She's so beautiful! And no offense, but she's got a body to die for!"
"None taken. You're not telling me anything I don't already know," answered Dave. Looking at his watch, "Shall we head out? I think the ceremony will begin soon." Just as they were rising, Father McLeary came in to announce that things were to begin shortly.
Seeing how the men were dressed, he couldn't help but approve, and was very quick with the compliments. "You two gentlemen are dressed perfectly for a wedding here on Lolita Island! Thank you David for taking the time to investigate the unusual customs we have here for weddings. And thank you Sam, for helping the Chase family in getting here and with your guidance. They're the talk of the island!"
Actually, it was Maggie who had done the research and asked the appropriate questions as far as wedding attire was concerned. She was the one who recommended Dave and Sam wear what they were wearing (or not).
Hearing the organ music beginning with Cindy McLeary playing, the three men headed out for the church.
Father McLeary was dressed in his wedding `vestments' which didn't consist of much and left little to the imagination. He really wasn't hiding anything that his parishioners haven't seen as he and his wives were always very active in the island's quarterly orgies.
But when David and Sam came out, the guests were visibly impressed. David was wearing a waist length tuxedo jacket with nothing underneath, showing off his incredible physic. His six pack abs were plainly visible as the tiny speedo he was wearing barely came to his waist. With his package blatantly outlined, all of the people in attendance had a very good idea of what was under the speedo. In this instance, an 8" cock is hard to hide even when it's flaccid. To finish his ensemble, he wore a deep red bow tie around his neck. He was bare foot as shoes weren't needed.
Sam was dressed in a similar fashion, except he wasn't wearing speedos. He was wearing full swimming trunks. And as they were tight, it could be noticed that he was well endowed too. The rest of his wedding outfit complimented David's very well.
But, as at every wedding, it is the bride that steals the show. When Cindy McLeary started playing Pachelbel's Canon in D, the procession had begun! First coming down the aisle, was the stunning Lexi with her hair cascading down her back in lovely waves, with a couple of curls framing her face. She had a small floral arrangement pinned on her head with ribbons holding like flowers woven in her hair. Her dress was red, matching her father's bow tie. It was short. Very short. It only came down a couple of inches below her butt.
The bodice was a loosely woven transparent very light red. At her mother's insistence, the child wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples could be seen rubbing against the netting material, and occasionally poking through the loose mesh. Her deep brown eyes were highlighted with a hint of a musky, dark eye shadow that made her look like she could take on every male in the church! With her nipples being stimulated by her dress, coming down the aisle, she had her shiny glossed lips open slightly breathing heavily because of the sensations. Also, because she wasn't wearing any underwear, one could see her juices seeping down her legs! The congregation all feasted their eyes in appreciation of what the child was advertising. And thinking very licentious thoughts.
After Lexi got to the front and turned showing her stiff nipples to the packed church, Cindy started to play the Wedding March for Maggie. The entire seated congregation stood and waited patiently for the bride. The incredibly beautiful and built woman straightened her back and started down the aisle to the two people she loved more than life itself. Her wedding `dress' got the people's attention as she walked to the front and you could hear gasps and small moans coming from individuals. The men couldn't believe what she was wearing, and the women all wanted to get between her legs for a taste of such beautiful pussy!
Maggie's `dress' was also very short, but only very short in front. Like Lexi, only a couple of inches past her perfectly smooth pussy. Keeping her legs totally exposed, the back was transformed into a full length gown with a short train which could be detached as it was held on only by a few buttons. The back of the dress was also backless. The scooped back went down to her perfect ass, and the very top of her butt crack was visible. But it was the front that got people's rapt attention. The `dress' was similar to her bikini in that the only material that made up the front was a couple of 2" strips crossed above her belly button and went over her taught nipples. The strips ended by encircling her neck to keep them up and in place. Her magnificent breasts were on display which were pushed out the sides of the tightly attached strips. Her incredible hourglass figure was on full display (think a slightly skinnier blonde Kim Kardashian, but just as endowed). Because of the design of the dress, you could tell she wasn't wearing underwear.
Maggie walking down the aisle, David couldn't help but marvel how perfectly proportioned his new wife was. He also noticed that men were getting hard and the women were ogling lustily at her breasts. The children were absolutely thunder struck!
Getting to the front of the church, every person there was lost in the sexual aura that emanated from the breathtakingly beautiful and shaped Maggie! When David cleared his throat, it brought Father McLeary around enough to realize that he had to start the proceedings, as the good Father's wife had stopped playing the organ when Maggie was in place!
Father McLeary welcomed the congregation and introduced the Chase family to the parishioners. "By now, some of you may have heard of them," he joked which got a round of chuckles from most of them. The church was packed! It was indeed standing room only. Starting the vows, the ceremony got more serious. He started with the usual pronouncements, but quickly got down to the vows.
"Margaret Cosgrove, do you solemnly swear to take David Chase to be your lawfully wedded husband, partner in life and father and lover to you and your child to have and to hold and to do all you possibly can to keep him satiated and satisfied, so help you god?"
"Oh my god, yes, yes, yes!" she sobbed as she put a ring on David's hand. Raising his hand to her face, she brushed it against her tear stained cheek and kissed it.
"David Chase, do you solemnly swear to take Margaret Cosgrove to be your lawfully wedded wife, partner in life, and lover to you and your child to have and to hold and to do all you possibly can to keep her satiated and satisfied, so help you god?"
Looking at Maggie with so much love, tenderness, and with tears in his eyes, he answered with a resounding
"I absolutely do!" while putting a simple gold and platinum matching ring with all of their birthstones on it on her left hand, then raising it to his lips to kiss while looking into her tear filled eyes.
"By the powers vested in me by the laws of Lolita Island, I pronounce you husband and wife," Father McLeary announced. "You may kiss your bride, Mr. Chase."
At the kiss, the congregation stood and applauded, surprising Father McLeary! He looked at his people in the pews, and surprising them, signaled them all to sit down. "We're not quite finished, ladies and gentlemen. Please be patient. There's more to come!"
In a surprise move, Maggie turned to Lexi. The child looked up at her with an unabashed look of surprise and question in her eyes. Maggie took Lexi's bouquet, and handed it to David, then took Lexi's hands in hers. Father McLeary started once again.
"Margaret Chase, do you take Alexa Chase to be your lawfully wedded child, lover, and wife to have and to hold, to love completely, to keep her satiated and satisfied, so help you god?"
Lexi, finally realizing what was happening here, first got more tears in her eyes, then began to break down and cry, her happiness was so great! (see previous chapters). But remembering how solemn the occasion was, got herself together, and straightened up looking up at her mother with so much love and admiration!
"I most certainly do, so help me god!" Maggie announced while putting a matching ring (although a bit smaller) on the child's left hand.
"Alexa Chase, do you take Maggie Chase as your lawfully wedded mother and lover and wife to have and to hold, to love completely and selflessly, and to keep her satiated and satisfied," and glancing down at his notes, "and do you promise to keep your grades up," to the amusement of the congregation, "so help you god?"
Sobbing with happiness, "I most certainly do," whispered the child. And thinking about the question, "and will."
"You may kiss your mother, lover, and wife now, my dear," proclaimed the good Father.
Maggie leaned down to put her mouth onto the 13 year old's and let the child's tongue enter hers for a kiss that sealed the pact. The audience got a chuckle, that while kissing her mother, Lexi automatically placed her hand on her mother's left breast and squeezed. After the kiss, both child and mother looked into each other's tear-filled eyes and proclaimed their love for each other.
Handing Lexi's bouquet back to Maggie, David turned Lexi toward him and took her hands in his. Looking up at the one and only man she has ever loved so completely and wantonly, "Am I going to marry you too, Daddy?"
"Yes you are, sweetheart," David quietly answered. "Do you mind?"
"Oh my god, no!" This will make our family even more complete!" enthused the child.
Poor English aside, Father McLeary resumed the ceremony. "David Chase, do you take Alexa Chase to be your lawfully wedded child, lover and wife to have and to hold, to love completely, to keep her satiated and satisfied, so help you god?"
Looking in his daughter's tearful beautiful brown eyes with his own, "I most certainly do," as he slipped a small platinum and gold band on her left hand with her engagement ring.
"Alexa Chase, do you take David Chase as your lawfully wedded father and lover and husband to have and to hold, to love completely and selflessly, and to keep him satiated and satisfied, and do you promise to keep your grades up," again to the sound of the congregation's chuckles, "so help you god?"
"Oh my god, Yes! This is a dream come true for me, and I will!"
"Mr. Chase, you may kiss your bride."
In his happiness, David picked Lexi up and hoisted her up so he was supporting her under her butt with his arm! Lowering his face to hers, they kissed each other with the most heartfelt love one could witness! Did it matter that the whole congregation noticed that Lexi's dress rode up to where they could see her luscious ass? It didn't seem to.
Setting her down, Father McLeary announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. David and Margaret Chase, and Mr. and Mrs. David, Margaret, and Alexa Chase!"
The congregation stood and went wild! Cheering, whistling, and stomping their feet! It was the cheers of numerous cultures and customs of the world! The noise was unbelievable! The church bell was even rung!
The Chase family and Father McLeary all stood and waited for the cacophony to quiet down.
"One more announcement, Ladies and Gentlemen! We're all invited to the reception which will be at the hotel's banquet facility! And it will begin when we get there!"
Cindy McLeary then started playing the wedding recessional which was oddly enough, the theme from the TV show `M.A.S.H.' (Do any of my readers know what the music's title is? And no, the title is not the theme from M.A.S.H, although it is). Cindy said she played that because it's the only one she knows by heart.
Next: The hottest wedding reception Lolita Island has ever seen!
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Daddy Aquires Lexi Series
by
Smalltowndude
Kimberly works to expand her family relations
When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard. This chapter sets the scene for the opportunity for Kimberly to expand hers and her father's romantic interests.
Chapter 23:
While the Chase family was away getting married and on their vacation at Lolita Island, Douglas Adams and his hand-picked construction crew were busy building the new home for David, Maggie, and Alexa Chase. The new home was built of the finest materials and absolutely no short cuts were made in its construction. Indeed, almost every facet of planning and construction was over engineered. In the two weeks the Chase family was gone, a foundation was dug and poured, the frame was erected, and brick and stonework had begun. A swimming pool was also dug and pumps and filtration equipment was ready to be roughed in. Doug Adams was very proud of the progress and workmanship that had been performed so far.
When the Chases got home, the first thing David did was call Doug and let him know that he'll be out the following morning. When he got there, he was visibly impressed. "Good god Doug. This is incredible! Have you had any snags?"
"Just that not all of the bricks were of the same size when they were delivered. That got corrected in less than two days, and didn't even throw us behind schedule. I took the liberty of hiring almost everyone out of the hall, and the vast majority are journeymen. So actually, we're slightly ahead of schedule."
"Well, so far, I'm really happy with how it's turning out. Thank you for heading this operation," David responded sincerely. Knowing that Kimberly and her father finally consummated their relationship, and knowing that Doug didn't know that he knew, David was getting ideas. "Do you think there's enough room on the other side of the pool for a guest house?"
He was aware that Doug had put 2+2 together and figured out the Chase family structure since meeting them at the coffee shop a few weeks ago (see Chap. 18). David surmised that there probably weren't many families whose members were as close as his and Doug's, and that there would be some get-togethers that would be held at the new house.
"Well, we can remove some of the scrub trees. The ground is level, so that shouldn't be a problem. The geo-thermal system hasn't been installed yet, so it can be expanded to include the additional square footage. Do you want to draw something up, or should I?" Doug asked.
"You go ahead and start some preliminary drawings. Make it at least two bedroom, with a private bath off each bedroom. A combination living room, kitchen and dining area should work for short visits too. Use the same materials you're using for the main house. I know it won't be cheap, but this will be the last house we live in, and something for Lexi to inherit should she want it," David reasoned. "Oh, I forgot. Although she doesn't know it yet, Maggie is going to choose granite for the kitchen countertops. For both houses. So once the base cabinets are installed, they can be measured for the countertops. Believe it or not, I have some other things that I'm thinking of to develop."
"Okay, Dave. Got it. I'll start on something this afternoon. I've got a small trailer that I brought from home as my site office. If you don't see me on site, that's probably where you'll find me."
"It's almost quitting time, Doug. Want to go out for a beer?" David asked, but hoped he wouldn't be taken up on his offer.
"Thanks for the invitation Dave, but Kim is home from school and I should be getting home to see if she needs me for anything," Doug answered with a slight faraway look in his eyes.
Not wanting Doug to know that he was aware of what went on behind closed doors at the Adams household, David just smiled and said, "I can understand that. Well, maybe a raincheck then. I'll probably see you tomorrow."
After the work crew left and everything on the jobsite was secure, Doug got in his truck and drove home.
Noticing Kim's car in the driveway, he was glad she was home. "Hi honey. I'm home!" Doug announced when he walked in.
"Daddy!!!" Kimberly ran up to her father and threw her arms around him and pulled him down for a kiss. This wasn't a father/daughter kiss. This was a tongue dueling, toe curling lover's kiss. "God, Daddy. All I did was think of you all day! Did you get the pictures I sent you? Did you like them? I couldn't wait for you to get home! I'm soaked!"
Truth be told, he didn't have his cell phone on him all afternoon. It was in his site office, and he wasn't aware that his 16 year old cheerleader daughter sent him pictures, but he could imagine what they were. "Of course, sweetheart. I loved the pictures. I'll always treasure them, but you may not want to be doing that at school, in case you're discovered and get in big trouble."
"I'm very careful, Daddy. I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking of you and what would be happening later tonight. And I wanted to show you that thinking of you gets me sooooo wet."
"I know my love. I can smell you." Bringing his mouth back down to hers, he planted his lips onto his daughter's and probed her mouth with his tongue, bringing moans from her.
"You go do your homework, and I'll cook dinner. When you're through, and the kitchen is cleaned up, we'll try and think of something for the both of us to do," Doug joked.
Realizing that she wasn't going to be receiving her father's cock then, Kimberly quietly agreed and started for her room. "I love you Daddy. More than anything else in the world. I'll prove it to you later."
When Doug was alone in the kitchen, he made sure Kim was in her bedroom before he opened his cell phone to see the pictures she sent. The first one was of her with blouse unbuttoned and her bra unhooked in the front showing her gravity-defying 34 C/D's with protruding nipples. "Oh god," Doug moaned. "What a sexy child! My child!" The next picture was a close up of one of her nipples, nice and erect. To say it looked suckable was an extreme understatement. The last picture was a close up of her smooth, soaked, swollen, shiny pussy. His cock getting hard, he knew he couldn't wait to taste his daughter, and have her cum in his mouth. He needed to drink the copious juices and cum she could produce! Knowing dinner and homework could wait, he went to his daughter's door and listened. What he suspected, was happening. She wasn't doing her homework. Judging by the gasping and moaning he was hearing, she was busy masturbating! "Daddy, I need you! Please come and fuck me! I need your cock!"
Doug quickly pushed the door open to find Kim lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra was open, just like in the picture! Her panties were on the floor by the bed, and her skirt was pushed up around her waist! She had three fingers of one hand vigorously fucking herself and rubbing her clit with the other!
Instead of being embarrassed, Kim saw her father standing by the open door and watching! "Thank you, Daddy! Please come and fuck me!" Spreading her legs as far as possible and spreading her drenched labia with her fingers, "this is for you! This is what I've wanted to do all day! Come and get what's yours."
Walking towards his exhibitionist daughter, Doug started to remove all of his clothes, leaving a trail as he got closer to her bed. Actually, he was glad that given the amount of liquids she produced when she came, they were using her bed. She sleeps with him now, where she gets her evening fucks, and they have gotten in the habit of laying bed pads down under her luscious cunt. These were the same types of pads that nursing homes used for their elderly residents who couldn't control their bladders. Needless to say, these pads are just what were needed for Kimberly, as her father could coax many more gushing orgasms from his daughter than just one!
Stepping out of his jeans, he stood at the edge of the bed in his briefs, with the outline of his steel like cock very evident. Kim's eyes got real big and rested on his bulge. "Please, Daddy! Give me what I need!" she moaned, not taking her eyes from his front. "God, I need you to fuck me! Please, Daddy! Fuck meee!" she cried with her hands moving faster and now making squishing sounds with so much moisture being produced.
Pulling his briefs down, his rock hard cock sprung straight out. His daughter's eyes got even bigger and she tried to spread her legs even more! "Please Daddy! Please fill me with your beautiful cock! I need it so badly!"
she moaned pulling her labia open.
Gazing at her sopping cunt, Doug knew that her juices and cum was what he needed! Approaching the bed, his daughter kept her legs spread but put her feet on the bed to elevate her quivering pussy to get it closer to his cock and to show him more clearly how wet she was for him! "Please, Daddy! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Instead of kneeling on the bed to align his throbbing cock to her soaked slit, he pushed her hips back down to the bed and laid between her legs. Seeing even more moisture being produced, he took delight in his little girl's aroma! Inhaling deeply, "I can see how wet you are for me sweetheart and I just love the way you smell. And your pussy looks so delicious!"
"Oh fuck, Daddy! DO SOMETHING! MAKE ME CUM! PLEEEEASE! FUCK ME! EAT ME! JUST MAKE ME CUM! GOD, I NEED YOU!" Kimberly was looking down at his face between her legs with frustrated tears in her eyes! Looking up at her face between her succulent breasts and incredibly hard nipples, her father could see that she was beside herself with want and lust!
Lowering his head, he ran his tongue up her slit until he made contact with her hardened clit! "OH MY FUCKING GOD, YESSSSS! DON'T STOP, DADDY! MAKE ME CUM!"
But he did stop. He brought his tongue back down along her slit and went beyond to reach her asshole. Feeling where he was going, Kim brought her knees up by her head and reaching down, spread her stunningly wet butt cheeks apart so her father could have access to her soaked pucker! "It's yours, Daddy! Use it as you want to!"
Licking lovingly from her protruding clit, down along her soaked and quivering slit, and down to her asshole, he was capturing most of her secretions! His horny daughter was having none of it though. She needed his tongue on her clit, and she kept maneuvering her pussy so he would make the necessary ministrations! "God, Daddy! Pleeeeeese! Make me cum! I want to cum in your mouth!"
After capturing most of her moisture, he brought his tongue up and down her cunt and began to dwell more and more on her engorged clit! Kim brought her feet back down to give herself leverage and started to pump her loins harder against his face!
Inserting first one finger, then another into her drenched pussy, her father began to take her secretions and coat her perfect pucker. Feeling him finger fuck her gash to prepare her for anal entry was more than the child could take! "OH SHIT, DADDY! DO IT! PLEEEEASE! GOD, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"
Bringing his fingers back into her gushing cunt, he brought his mouth to her little erection and glommed onto it.
Lightly biting it with his teeth, and torturing it with his tongue, his daughter was moaning loudly and shaking her head from side to side in sexual abandon! With her hair spread on either side of her splayed across her pillow, and with her knees brought up by her head, and with her spreading her ass cheeks for her father's access, Kimberly Adams was at the height of sexual arousal, the ultimate picture of what a man wants and needs his woman to be! Just short of having a massive orgasm, but not that she wasn't trying! Her father had complete control of the situation, wanting to prolong her sweet agony as long as possible before she flooded his mouth with her ultimate discharge!
Tonguing her pussy now with more direct effort, through his daughter's gasps, moans, pleas, pumping her hips, crushing his head to her soaked slit, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that she was close! "Daddy, don't stop! Pleeeeeese! I'm so close! I'M GOING TO CUM, DADDY! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! DON'T STOP EATING ME! AAAARRRRRRGGGGNNNNN!!!!
Opening his mouth wide, he caught her gushing cum! It had the consistency of water, was a bit tart tasting, but to him, it was the most delicious thing he ever ate, or in this case, drank! He wanted more, and couldn't stop until he got it! "DADDY, DON'T STOP! I'M GOOD FOR ANOTHER ONE! AAAARRRRNNNNNNN!" his 16 year old daughter gushed more cum into his mouth, filling it, and swallowing it! And he wanted more!
"DADDY, MY CLIT IS GETTING SENSITIVE! PLEASE STOP!" Kim cried. But he stopped just long enough to raise his head and told her, "I want you to cum once more, my love! I want to swallow more of your cum! Give me one more, honey!" And went back to what he became so good at. That which helped leave his little girl so satisfied and satiated!
"GOD, DADDY! I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN!" his baby girl sobbed, trying to close her legs. But, fortunately for her, his head was in the way! Lovingly licking her saturated slit, he concentrated on the flow coming from her engorged pussy, not her clit. He gave her time to calm down a bit before he brought her back to another earth shattering cum! Slowly, Kimberly opened her legs again for her father's access.
Raising his head from the Garden of Eden, he told her, "I know you're good for one more, sweetheart. I want you to know that I'm the one here for you. You won't have to find anybody else to love you. Nobody could love you like I do. And nobody will be able to make you cum like I do! Getting back to the task at hand, he ran his tongue up her slit until he made contact with her hardened clitoris. This made her jump, and she spread her legs even more for the man she finally gave herself to. Now, concentrating on her little bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, it didn't take long for her to flood his mouth again!
"Oh shit, Daddy! I'm going to cum again! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, EAT MEE DADDY! AAARRRRNNNNNNN," she moaned loudly, gushing more of her juices into her father's waiting mouth. Swallowing another mouthful, he licked and licked cleaning her shiny orifice. When he was finished he rose and laid down next to his child, with his face soaked and shiny from her ejaculations!
Seeing how wet his face was, Kim immediately proceeded to lick all of her juices off him, and brought her mouth down onto his for him to retrieve even more from her tongue which was now embedded in his mouth!
Rolling over so she was on the bottom, Doug maneuvered his way between her legs. Spreading them and raising her feet into a spread V, he couldn't help but marvel at her incredibly beautiful pussy! "Daddy, what are you doing?" Kimberly asked with surprise. After all of the mind blowing orgasms she had, it never occurred to the 16 year old that her father hadn't cum yet.
"I haven't cum yet, sweetheart, and now that I realize that you're mine now, and you've been placed on this earth for me to love and use, I intend to do just that." With his explanation, he placed the circumcised head of his 7 inches to the entrance of her swollen and sodden sleeve.
"Daddy, I don't know if I can cum again! My clit is soooo sensitive, it almost hurts!"
"This isn't for you, my love. It's for me. But I'm sure you're going to get a lot of enjoyment from THIS!" he exclaimed, shoving his entire length into her. Once inside her snug fit, he could feel her cuntal muscles clenching his hardness! He didn't move long enough for his daughter to adjust. Then, he slowly started to fuck!
"OH DADDY! YOU FEEL SOOOO GOOD! YOU FILL ME SO MUCH! FUCK ME DADDY! LIKE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO! FUCK ME HARD!" his Kimberly pled spreading her legs as far as she could.
But his forceful entry into her soaked slash was just a precursor to what was needed! Fucking his daughter, and seeing how much moisture she was producing, he could tell that much of it was seeping down to her succulent asshole. That was going to be the lubrication that was needed to fuck his horny teen daughter in the ass! After all, at the suggestion of Maggie Chase, she did train herself for it. And Doug knew all about it because Kim told him.
Holding her legs higher, Doug slowly removed his hard cock from her wet sleeve. Kim knew what he was going to do, and wanted it just as much as her father! Reaching down around her luscious thighs, the teen spread her cheeks to give her father access to her lovely pucker.
"God, Daddy! Yessss! I love it when you fuck me in the ass! It feels so good when you pump in and out of me! Now go slow, Daddy. Put it in nice and slow so I can adapt to your beautiful prick!"
Doug placed his circumcised head at the entrance and pushed just a bit. The head popped in, and as he was the considerate lover and froze. Listening to his daughter, she moaned but didn't show any signs of discomfort. Pushing in a bit more to her second ring, he stopped again to let her adapt. "Oh god, Daddy! I love this! Put more in! Please!"
Pushing a bit more, he penetrated her ring into her anal depths. And froze. He couldn't believe how hot and tight she was, and could feel her anal muscles massaging his steel cock. "Oh fuck, Daddy! You feel so good in my ass! Okay, start fucking me, but start out slow. Oh my god! You can always fuck me, Daddy! I'm yours!"
Reveling in the incredible tight sleeve, Doug knew that he wasn't going to last too long! Starting slow, he increased the length of his thrusts until he was going full tilt bringing almost all of his 7 inches out and pushing it all back in again, to his daughter's utter delight!
"Oh, Daddy! This is heaven! God, I love it and love you so much! I can't believe how you make me feel! Fuck me, Daddy! Give my ass what it needs and craves!" his 16 year old daughter moaned.
Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he was driving Kimberly mad with a desire to cum again! Holding her father's ass close and pumping back into him, she brought a hand down between her legs to her hardened button.
Rubbing furiously, she was madly fucking him back moaning and chanting constantly to fuck her harder! Doug couldn't believe how much his daughter was becoming a willing and wanton sexual plaything for him! He wondered if the Chase family was aware of his new family relations. If they did, would they consider swapping daughters?
Holy shit! What was he thinking? Lexi was only 13 years old! But my god! The kid was absolutely beautiful! The thought excited him enough that his cock grew harder and his cum was building faster than he wanted it to. He couldn't help but wonder if the young child was receptive for some anal action too. But if Mrs. Chase suggested Kim to train her asshole for him, he was sure that Lexi was trained for it too. He just knew that David Chase and his new wife were getting some of that young pussy! He wondered if Lexi and Kimberly were the best of friends too.
Picturing in his mind the two girls in a hot 69, it didn't take Doug long to build up to a huge cum! "I'm almost there, honey! I want you to cum with me! I want you to soak my cock and balls!"
Rubbing her clit like her life depended on it, his daughter gasped, "I'm almost there too, Daddy! Don't stop fucking me! Oh god! This is so incredible! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEE!" the horny teen screamed as her cum gushed out of her saturated cunt onto her father's balls and stomach!
Doug couldn't help but have an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that he could make his daughter cum so much! He was quite the proud father in that his daughter was becoming quite the slut (a term of endearment from for his daughter), and it was all because of him!
Pumping rapidly into his daughter's perfect ass, Doug Adams couldn't imagine a greater scenario than having a huge orgasm in his daughter's butt. And she was absolutely loving it! "Here it comes honey! God, you're so tight and feel sooo good! ARRRGGGGNNNNNEE! GOD, I NEED THIS!"
"Give it to me, Daddy! Give me your cum! I need it! Fuck me and cum in me! Oh shit! I can feel it! I can feel you cum in me!" she cried, still rubbing furiously her rock hard clit! "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum again! ARRRRNNNNNN!" the young teen screamed letting loose her cum onto her father!
Holding his daughter's legs up in the air, Doug felt her ass tightly squeeze his cock as she came! He knelt between her widespread legs and just reveled in the feeling of his cock pumping hot, creamy jizz into her receptive orifice.
"Oh my god, Daddy. Thank you so much for doing me! I love you so much! That was incredible!"
Slowly withdrawing his spent phallus from her stunningly dilated pucker, Doug turned slightly and plopped down beside his daughter. "No, sweetheart. I have to thank you! And I love you more than anything else in the whole world!"
Rising from beside her, he walked into her bathroom to get a couple of damp washcloths. With one he was wiping his flaccid 7 circumcised inches, and with the other, he lightly patted the perspiration from her forehead. As no cream pie was escaping yet, he rose and started walking to the door, picking up his clothes as he went.
"I'm starting dinner now, sweetheart. I'll call you when it's ready. Do your best on your homework, and if there's something I can do to help, let me know." he said absently while focusing his gaze between his girl's widespread legs admiring the swollen, shiny, soaked pussy that he knew was his. He could tell that she enjoyed displaying herself to him. Tearing his eyes to her lovely face, "remember how much I love and care for you."
"I know, Daddy. Every girl should have a loving and caring father like I have. They'd be so happy!"
Later at dinner, Kimberly started a conversation that her father could never have guessed was coming! "Daddy, we need to talk about something. You know that I'll be leaving in a couple of years for college, right?"
"Only if you don't go the first two years at our local community college, honey. Why?"
"Well, if I do decide to go out of town to a four year college, I don't want you to be lonely," Kim replied.
"I think we can cross that bridge when we get to it. But thank you for thinking of me," Doug assured her.
"Well, if I do go out of town to college, I don't want there to be any chance that you'll get lonely," Kim repeated.
Doug knew that she was leading up to something, but couldn't quite figure it out. "So what are you proposing, sweetheart?"
"I'd like for you to meet somebody to build a strong relationship and to love by the time I leave, if I should decide to."
"Well, this is a surprise! I thought that it would just be the two of us from this point on. To be honest, it's you I happen to love. And I hope you feel the same way," her father joked. "But I think I know what you're getting at. You want me to find another woman in case you have to leave so I don't get lonely?"
"Only if you think it's a good idea, Daddy. But if you do find somebody else, they'll have to be perfectly alright with what we have. So it may take some time before we find somebody else for you, and then they'll have to have time to get used to us."
" `We find somebody else'? This is a group effort? Are you going anywhere with this, my love? Is there something I don't know? I can see the logic in your argument, but again, I don't think you have to be too worried."
"The only reason I brought it up, is because I think I might have the perfect woman who'd fit in quite well. She's very, very beautiful, and I'd like for you to meet her before she finds somebody else."
"And how would you propose to do this? Are you going to bring her home for dinner with `Oh, by the way, this is my dad?' Really? You can do better than that," Doug responded. Now he was beginning to enjoy the conversation wondering just what his daughter was getting at.
"Very funny, Dad," Kimberly replied with an exasperated look on her face. This conversation wasn't going as well as she wanted it to, and she felt she was floundering. "Look, do I have your cooperation in this or not?"
"Sweetheart, I don't even want to look at or for another woman, but you must have something up your sleeve
or you wouldn't have started this whole thing," he said smiling taking comfort in her discomfort. "Okay. I'll cooperate. But if this woman is very, very beautiful as you say, what makes you think she doesn't have somebody in her life already?"
"Because I know her well enough, and she doesn't. She's just a bit younger than you, and is a drop dead gorgeous redhead. And if you're really interested, she has incredible tits," she explained, wanting to give her father more motivation.
"Okay, sweetheart. Just for the sake of discussion, how do you know all of this about her?"
"Because she owns the beauty salon that Lexi went to for her 13th birthday celebration." Feeling embarrassed, Kim continued, "And she was the one I went to when we finally consummated our relationship. I wanted to look my absolute best for you."
Deep in thought, Doug came to the realization "Ummm. You were absolutely stunning that night, my darling girl. To the point that I noticed that your beautiful pussy was completely smooth. Are you saying that she prepared you for us? Did she know why? What was her response?" Doug asked incredulously.
"Yes, Daddy. She was the one who prepared me for you that night. And yes, I told her why. She thought it was so hot that my very own father was going to fuck me for the first time that night, and that I was preparing myself because I wanted you so much."
Not believing what he was hearing, "and she was okay with what we had planned for that night?"
"Daddy, she was more than okay with it. She thought it was very hot, and that she never had the opportunity to get her father to fuck her. She agreed with the concept that every girl wants her father to be her first. Well, you weren't my first, I'm sorry to say, but your WERE the first in my back door. And that's what was so appealing to her."
"Hmmmm. This lady sounds intriguing. So what is it you're proposing, sweetheart?" Doug asked, not believing the direction the conversation was going.
"I want to arrange a blind date between the two of you. For this Saturday night. Her salon is closed on Sundays, so you can stay out late. Besides, I'll have to work Saturday night, and I'll be home late." Kimberly pointed out about her waitressing job at a finer restaurant in town.
"A blind date? Are you serious? You can't be serious? Are you?" Doug asked with exasperation. "It's kind of high schoolish isn't it?" Regretting the question right as soon as he asked. "I'm sorry, honey. You know I didn't mean anything personal, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy. I know," Kim replied with a hurt look in her eyes. "Listen. I wouldn't even suggest such a thing if I didn't think this was a good idea. Dad, she's the most beautiful redhead you'll ever see. She has the deepest green eyes, and you'll get lost in them. Her complexion is like porcelain, she's so flawless. Her body is to die for! Every girl wants to grow up and have a body like hers! And on top of all that, she's very nice and considerate. Please, Daddy. Give it a try. If you don't get along, or you think she's ditzy, or if she just isn't your type, that's fine," Kimberly responded with tears forming.
"I never thought I'd go along with something like this, but if it's something you want so much, I'll do it. We can go out Saturday night. I'll make the arrangements, but you get her permission and her address. If she agrees to it, I'll pick her up at 7:30. Tell her that we'll be going to a nice restaurant, so suggest she dress accordingly. That sound okay to you?"
Rising, Kim came around the table and put her arms around her father's neck. "Thank you so much for doing this, Daddy. I promise, you won't regret this."
"Well, just remember that I'm doing this for you. And if it goes well, I don't want you to feel threatened, because it's you I love more than anything else in the world," Doug responded before his daughter lowered her mouth onto his for a loving kiss.
"I won't Daddy. This lady is incredible, and I know you're going to like her," Kim tried to reassure him.
`Good god. What am I getting myself into? I haven't been on a blind date since high school.' Doug thought.
`At least Kim says that she knows about our family situation, and she's alright with it. I guess we'll see.'
The rest of that week kept Doug busy with the construction of the Chase house, and designing the guesthouse. He made the necessary arrangements at the same restaurant he took his daughter to on the night of their consummation. If this lady was as incredible as his daughter says, he should make a good first impression on her.
During that time, Kim went to the salon and found Cathy during a slow time. "Cathy, can I talk to you in private?" she asked, standing close and whispering in the woman's ear, sending chills up and down her spine.
"Sure, let's go in my office," the horny, stacked woman suggested.
Once they were behind the closed door, they wrapped their arms around each other to smother each other in an earth shattering kiss. Imagine a 30 year old built redhead with her wavy hair going down her back hungrily kissing a stunning 16 year old blonde high school cheerleader with C/D breasts, French kissing each other and holding each other by their beautiful butts. After their greeting, it was with the utmost willpower that Kimberly pulled away and suggested they sit down on the couch. It was a good thing they both were wearing pants, otherwise they'd be between each other's legs, Kim thought.
"Cathy, you know I care for you very much, don't you?" asked the teen.
"Of course I do, sweetheart, why?" responded the gorgeous redhead.
"Forgive me if I'm getting personal, but do you have any men in your life? I mean somebody you really care about?"
"Well, not really. In my experience, men are just insecure, egotistical assholes who could give a damn about the woman in their life," but that's just my opinion Cathy smiled. "Why?"
"So have you given up men entirely?" Kim asked a little anxiously.
"I wouldn't say that. Let's just say I'm keeping my options open. Again, why?"
"Because I want you to meet the most loving, caring, considerate, good looking, hunky man I've ever met," Kim explained.
"Really? And who is this paragon of all things good and wholesome?" Cathy jokingly asked.
"My father," Kimberly simply replied.
Not quite believing what she was hearing, Cathy's eyes grew bigger and turned greener at the surprise response.
"Ummm, I thought that you and your father were ummmm, you know, intimate."
"We are. And it's the most incredible feeling I've ever known. I love him with all my heart and soul and of course, my body. But I'm thinking that he's going to need a woman his own age. I probably will be going to college in a couple of years, and I don't want him alone."
"I think that's the most selfless thing I've ever heard sweetheart. I don't know if I should feel flattered or if I'm just taking up the slack when and if you go away." Cathy jokingly added, "Hope you're not scraping the bottom of the barrel."
"Oh my god, Cathy! No! That's not it at all! I love you very much, and I would never think of you that way! I just have the feeling that sometimes you can get lonely and you can use some intelligent adult companionship. I can also promise you that he's incredible in bed, if you find him attractive enough."
"Wait. You're advocating for me having a sexual relationship with the man you love? I don't quite get it." Cathy retorted with a look of disbelief.
"Well, if it comes to that, yes. But it wouldn't just be with him. If I do leave, it won't be for a couple of years yet. I'm thinking that I'd be involved too. That is, if you didn't mind. And of course, if he didn't mind either."
"No offense sweetheart, but this is a bit overwhelming for me. You're saying that if your father and I hit it off, that there would be threesomes with all of us?" Cathy asked incredulously.
"Well, that's what I was thinking. But all of this hinges as to whether you and my dad hit it off. Is it that bad?"
Kimberly innocently asked.
Thinking of the kinky possibilities, Cathy O'Donnell had to admit that the offer was attractive. She really wanted to get her head between the cheerleader's legs again. Not to mention the heavenly feeling of a hard cock pounding her soaked pussy.
"So, how am I going to meet your father? Why do I have a feeling that you have more planned than you're letting on?" Cathy asked.
"Oh, Cathy! This is going to be great! You're going to love my dad! Okay! He's going to pick you up at 7:30 Saturday night. He's going to take you to a very nice restaurant where it's intimate and quiet so you two can talk."
"This Saturday? How nice of a restaurant? Oh my god! I hope I have something to wear that's appropriate!" Cathy wailed.
Trying to sound reassuring, Kim told her, "Listen, you are absolutely stunning! You could wear a potato sack and look beautiful. But if you have a form fitting little black dress with a plunging neckline, that'll work too."
Then, a look of realization came to Cathy. "Oh my fucking god! This is going to be a blind date! Jesus! I haven't been on a blind date since high school!" Looking as serious as a heart attack, "This better be good Kim. I'm doing this for you."
Breaking out into a laugh, Kimberly assured Cathy that everything was going to be fine. "Good lord. My father said the exact same thing! To be honest, he's going to be good eye candy for you! He's incredibly handsome and has a body to die for! He's very intelligent and thoughtful. And I assured him that if things didn't go well for the both of you, that it's the end of the grand experiment. You two go your separate ways, and I'll still love and want you. Both of you. How's that?"
"Okay. Agreed. If this doesn't work with your dad, I'll still want to see you." Then, with a worried expression, Cathy looked Kim in the eyes, "You promise?"
Gazing at Cathy, Kim could see the worried expression. "I promise with my heart and soul Cathy. We'll still get together." Kim then drew Cathy toward her for a loving kiss to seal the deal. Cathy couldn't help but place her hand on Kim's wonderful tit and feel the nipple harden.
Kim begrudgingly pulled away from the lovely redhead and told her, "I have a few things to take care of, a few of which would help your date with my daddy. I promise that we'll pick up where we left off."
Giving Cathy another quick kiss, "I'll tell daddy that you've agreed. I promise honey, you're not going to mind in the least. You're going to be glad you did. Oh, give me your address, so Daddy can pick you up."
After Doug secured the jobsite, he got in his truck and drove home. Kim was there waiting for him with the exciting news.
Running to her father to give him a passionate kiss, "Daddy, I have great news for you! Cathy said that she'd go out with you! But, I have to tell you that she's as skeptical as you are."
"I guess that's a good thing," Doug replied. "But you remember that it's you I want and love, and I don't ever want you to feel jealous and threatened."
"Don't worry about a thing, Daddy. I like her already, so even if you do become involved with her, she knows that you and I have a loving relationship going," Kim assured her dad. And to prove her point, she dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. Looking up at him, she fished his hardening cock out, and wrapped her beautiful lips around it. I didn't take long for her father to cum in her mouth.
When Saturday finally arrived, Doug went out to the jobsite and worked on the plans for the additional guesthouse he was designing. He knocked off at three, and went home to take a nap. He had no problem falling asleep. He hoped he was going to have a busy night.
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Daddy/ Lexi Series
by
Smalltowndude
Kimberly prepares for her seduction of her daddy
When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard. This chapter continues Kimberly's adolescent goal of the seduction of the only man she's ever loved. It's only the beginning for the high school cheerleader and her father.
Chapter 16
The next day, Maggie Chase called her friend Cathy O'Donnell to arrange a salon appointment-a `full treatment' appointment-for the following Saturday.
"Hi Cath. How are things going at the salon? I miss you, by the way." Maggie always had a soft spot in her heart for her college buddy.
"Maggie! It's so good to hear your voice! I've been swamped here. Business couldn't be better! I'm sorry I haven't had the time to come and see you. I miss you too." Cathy O'Donnell was Maggie's ravishing redhead
best `friend with benefits,' or they were before they both became self-employed. Long, full, flowing red hair was the salon owner's trademark with her breathtaking emerald green eyes, she was easily recognizable almost everywhere she went in town.
"So tell me girlfriend, have you found what you were looking for?" Maggie asked referring to the quest that Cathy set out to find young, underage pussy (see Chap. 6).
Retreating into her office where she could speak plainly, "Not yet, but I'm still looking. I really do need to taste it. The more I think of it, the more I need it." Cathy admitted.
"Well, do you remember why Lexi and I came in the last time?" Maggie asked.
"Oh my god, of course I do! I would assume that the evening was as hot as I can imagine, right?" Cathy asked.
"It was even hotter! Now, Lexi needs to be fucked daily and always feeds on her father's cum. Of course, I do what I can to help. And Lexi insists on eating me every day too! It's an incredible family Cath, and I couldn't be happier to be involved with it! But Lexi is icing on the cake. Whenever her daddy gives me his cock, I'm in absolute heaven! The man certainly knows how to use it!" Maggie gushed.
"You have no idea how much I envy you!" Cathy exclaimed. "I would give anything to have a set up like you!"
"Well, the reason I'm calling is that next Saturday afternoon, I have a young friend who will need the `full treatment.' She's a 16 year old cheerleader whose mission is going to be seducing her father Saturday night!"
"Oh my god! Another one? This must be more common than I thought! I'll be sure to keep my calendar open for quite awhile starting around noon? Would that be okay?" Cathy asked. Thinking of underage pussy, "Will Lexi be coming with her?"
"Yeah, starting around noon will be great! And yes, Lexi will be coming along. And of course it's up to Lexi,
but if you want her, it's perfectly fine with her father and me. I'm thinking too that if you want to do Kim, judging by her horniness, she'd be up for a good tongue lashing too," Maggie pointed out.
"What do you mean `judging by her horniness'?" queried the stunning redhead.
"I'll tell you all about it later, but I can tell you that she spent last Saturday night at our place, and she's every bit as horny and a slut as we are. You're going to love how wet she gets! Oh by the way, she squirts!" Maggie admitted.
"Maggie! You're so fucking lucky! You're getting so much young cunt, and I'm here wallowing in the desert looking for an oasis! Will you be coming along?" Cathy asked.
"Unfortunately, no. I have to catch an afternoon flight for a short buying trip for the shop. But, that's alright.
I'm sure you're horny enough to take care of both girls, aren't you?" Maggie teased.
"Oh fuck, girlfriend! I'll do my best!" Cathy vowed. "Oh, by the way Maggie?"
"Hmmm? What is it honey?"
"Thank you so much for the young pussy! You're the best friend a girl can have!" Cathy quietly admitted. "I love you very much!"
"That's no problem, sweetheart. We bi-pervs have to stick together. I know you'd do the same for me. I love you very much too. I have to go now. We'll get together when I get back. I'll give you a call." Maggie said.
"Okay, Mag. I'll look forward to your call and seeing you again. Have a safe trip." Cathy said her goodbyes.
Throughout the week, Kim was exhibiting more daring and blatant behavior tempting her father to lure her into his bed. As the days progressed, or more accurately, as the nights progressed, Kim continued to wear less and less, exposing more and more. Her father was beginning to memorize his daughter's body, and was constantly amazed by her large breasts with the large areolas and the tight, protruding nipples. Also, as the week progressed, he made no attempt to hide his substantial erections. Although hidden by his sweat pants, there was no doubt in Kimberly's mind that what he was blessed with was caused by her and was entirely for her. At least,`right now.'
At night, watching TV with her father, she was wearing her tight tee shirt accentuating her incredible, firm breasts and hard nipples, but now she was tying the bottom of the shirt so it exposed her midriff, her luscious ass, and aromatic, wet pussy. She also made no effort to hide the tiny thong she wore and made sure that her father saw and could appreciate her lovely, firm butt.
Unbeknownst to him however, she continued with the butt plug therapy her new girlfriend Lexi and her mom prescribed for her. This was to enlarge her lovely pucker so her father could take her anal cherry. If you remember, Mr. Chase refused to fuck her in the ass because he didn't think she was ready for it physically, and he thought it would be a good idea for her father to be the first (see Chap. 14).
Earlier in the week, sitting on the couch watching television, with his arm around his scantily clad daughter with his hand resting on and caressing her thigh, Douglas Adams asked her if she could take Saturday off.
"Why?" she asked, noticing his erection forming a tent in his sweat pants. God! She wanted to wrap her hand around it! Kim remembered that she had to go to Maggie Chase's Women's Wear in the morning to get her recommended `wardrobe of seduction.'
"Well, I thought it would be a good idea if you and I went on a date." he replied.
Looking up at him, "This wouldn't be a cutesy `daddy/daughter date' would it?" she asked sarcastically rolling her eyes.
Not being born yesterday, he had a very good idea as to how she wanted the evening to end. And her sarcastic question enforced it.
"Actually, I was thinking that it was going to be a real date between a gentleman and his drop dead, gorgeous young woman." he explained. Feeling emboldened, he asked, "And who knows how the evening will end?"
"I'll make sure I work Friday night, and I'm sure I'll be able to get Saturday off." she said. He noticed the small change in her language and expression. If he didn't know better, he thought it was one of hope.
Also, as the week progressed, they both were less careful about covering themselves when naked. For instance, when her father got out of the shower one evening, she came into the bathroom, and he made no effort to cover his magnificent, circumcised, thick, 7 inch cock. He saw where she was looking, and continued to towel dry his hair.
"See something you like, sweetheart?" he asked. He tried like hell to make sure he didn't get hard, and for the most part, succeeded.
Quietly, almost in awe, his gorgeous daughter whispered, "It's so beautiful, Daddy. I always knew it would be."
"I'm glad you approve, sweetheart. Like I said before, who knows how Saturday night will end?"
Still mesmerized by his cock, "I can only hope how Saturday night will end." she said, unconsciously licking her lips. "I know if I have the chance, I can make you the happiest daddy in the world."
Continuing to dry himself, she seemed to be fascinated how his cock dangled and swung to and fro. Turning to hang his towel to dry, he gave her a show of his succulent, muscular ass, hearing a small moan from her.
Turning to face her, Kim's eyes immediately dropped back to his semi hard organ. "My beautiful daughter, given the chance, I'm going to make you twice as happy." Amazed at how cool he was handling the situation, he asked, "Was there a reason you came in here?" Knowing he was asking a loaded question, "Is there something I can do for you?"
Still impressed with what she needed, her eyes never leaving her object of desire, "I just wanted to come in and tell you that I got Saturday night off, and that I love you more than you'll ever know."
"I love you too, honey." Doug responded. "The shower is yours now. I'll be in the living room."
Walking to his bedroom naked, he knew that his daughter was gawking at his perfect ass.
`Fucking her Saturday night is going to be easier than I thought. I'm going to get her so worked up, she's going to be climbing the walls. I'm going to have her dripping.' he vowed to himself.
Putting on only a pair of sweatpants, he walked to the kitchen and got himself a diet soda. Settling himself in the living room, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV and started channel-surfing. Not exactly a porn presentation, but what was playing was the movie `Lolita,' which he thought under the circumstances, was perfect.
Walking in with her too small of tee shirt on, tied under her substantial breasts, and only a teeny thong just covering her slit, which was beginning to get wet, she slowly sat down next to her father, relishing the feeling of the butt plug being pressed further inside her. God! She loved how it felt! And it felt even better since she graduated to the medium size!
"What's on, Daddy?" she finally asked when she got herself settled. "Ooooh. This looks interesting. What's it about?"
"It's a movie called `Lolita,' and it's about an older man who has a torrid affair with a teenage girl. He falls hopelessly in love with her, and teaches her everything she should know about sex. And, it turns out, she's an excellent student," he explained. "It was quite controversial when it came out."
"Huh. Is that all? Isn't it a common thing for older men to try and seduce younger women and girls? What's so strange about that?" Kimberly retorted.
"Well, nowadays, you have what's called statutory rape. Each state has an `Age of Consent' law, and for this one, it's 16. That means that when a girl is 16, and she engages in sex, she's legal. And the man won't be going to jail for having sex with an underage girl."
Giggling, she pointed out, "Well, I can see where that could be handy. At least at this time in my life."
Looking her square in the eye, her father continued, "So if you lost your virginity before you were 16, the boy you lost it to could be guilty of rape. But I'm sure you wouldn't want to press charges on him would you?"
"Not really, Daddy. He's a good guy. Not a great guy, but a good one." she admitted.
This told her father what he wanted to know.
Realizing what she said, "Oh god, Daddy. I'm so sorry!" Tears were beginning to form. "Please try and forgive me! I'll make it up to you, I promise! Give me a chance to make it up to you!"
Letting her languish in her guilt, and realizing there was nothing he could do about her past, her father quietly replied, "You've been the finest daughter a father can have. There's nothing to forgive or make up for. I still love you more than you will ever know."
Of course, this only increased her feelings of guilt. Turning slightly to put her arms around her father, she exposed her luscious ass to him. He lightly placed his hand on her butt cheek, and squeezed.
"I know you can make it up to me, sweetheart. And Saturday night, you will." Doug quietly reassured her.
"I'll be making a reservation to a nice restaurant for our date."
"Daddy, I'll give you a night you'll never forget. I promise. You'll be the happiest man in the world." the teen vowed. "To prove it, I'll be spending Saturday getting ready for our date, and I'll be going to the mall in the morning."
"Okay, sweetheart. Knock yourself out. I'm very proud of you, and keep in mind that after Saturday night, you're going to be mine. Any objections?"
"Not at all, Daddy. I want to be yours. If you don't mind, I think I'll be going to bed now. I'm rather tired." Kim informed her dad, having an uncontrollable need to cum, and wanting to masturbate.
Rising and walking toward her bedroom, Doug could see that she accentuated the movement of her hips and ass. Turning a bit to face her father to tease him, "This will be yours after Saturday, Daddy. It's something I've always wanted. I'm sure it's something you've always wanted too. I love you."
"I love you too." `She has no idea.' Doug thought.
As he continued watching the movie, "It's cute, but could be a lot more graphic. I am sooo looking forward to fucking my own beautiful daughter. And she's just 16. God, am I becoming a pedo? But she IS old enough, so other than the fact that she's my daughter, she's legal. A rather convoluted way of justifying an affair, I think.'
Turning the movie off, Doug got up and headed to his bedroom. Stopping at his daughter's door, he listened. Hearing nothing, he continued and turned in. So what was he going to do if he DID hear something? Stand in the hallway and listen and stroke his cock until he cums on the floor? God. This is getting serious. Even though it has yet to happen, this new world of illicit sex was beginning to captivate him.
Taking off his clothes, and doing his bathroom duties, Doug turned in and dropped off into a fitful sleep. He had the most delicious dreams of ravishing his daughter. Starting at her toes, he was working his way up, smelling her fragrance. Losing himself between her widespread legs, he imagined himself homesteading right there. Staking a claim on her sopping labia, he was the owner of this new found property, and nobody was to trespass. Especially a snotnosed adolescent who wanted to jump his claim.
The week wore on, with both father and daughter becoming anxious and hornier by the hour. Looking at each other and seeing the want, need, and lust in each other's eyes, the situation was becoming unbearable. It wasn't uncommon for Kim to notice her father's hard cock forming under his pants, and the aroma of excited, soaked, pussy filling the room. During this time, Kimberly graduated to the large butt plug and the incredible feelings it produced, sitting on it whenever possible.
After working an especially busy Friday evening, and that tomorrow was Saturday, she went home, got undressed, crawled into bed, and dropped off to sleep immediately, dreaming of the wonderful things to come.
With a soft knock on the door, Douglas Adams woke his breathtakingly stunning 16 year old daughter. "Sweetheart, it's time to get up. We have a busy day ahead of us. Aren't you supposed to go the mall?"
"I'm awake, Daddy," Kimberly yawned. "I'll be right there." Getting up, she went into her bathroom, and performed her morning duties. She then jumped into a nice hot, relaxing shower.
Finally getting down to the kitchen, looking ravishing, she grabbed a breakfast bar, and headed to the door. "I'll be back later this afternoon. What time are our reservations?"
"We should be there at 7, and the restaurant is a half hour away," her father replied.
Stopping at the door, Kimberly turned around and walked back to her father. Putting her arms around him, she raised her face. Bending slightly, Doug brought his mouth down onto his daughter's. Knowing what was coming, Kim closed her eyes and relaxed her full, sensuous lips. With his mouth on hers, she opened slightly to allow his tongue.
Moaning, she unwrapped her arms from his waist and wound them around his neck, pulling him to her. With both pressing their bodies into each other, they lost themselves in the kiss.
Slowly separating and looking into each other's eyes, "I'll be back in plenty of time, Daddy. I have to get ready, after all. I'm going to be so beautiful for you tonight," she softly whispered.
"You already are, my beautiful one. I'll see you later this afternoon. Here's my credit card. Please show some restraint," he joked. "Remember how much I love you."
Driving to the Chase residence singing along with the radio, Kim was ecstatic with how her father had kissed her, and was looking forward to her big date with him.
Knocking on the door, Mrs. Chase opened it and invited her in. "Kim! You're looking happy this morning. This is your big day isn't it? I'm heading to the store now. I'll see you in an hour or so. Come here and give me a kiss."
Holding each other, each brought her mouth to the other's for a tongue dueling, toe curling kiss.
"Mrs. Chase, Daddy kissed me the exact same way this morning. I'm so excited for tonight! I can't wait!" Kimberly gushed.
Lexi came around the corner brushing her hair. "KIM!" she screamed running into the cheerleader's arms.
Both girls ran into each other's arms and brought their mouths together. Mrs. Chase stood and watched for a moment, then turned and left with a big smile on her face.
"Lexi! This is going to be the best day ever! My daddy kissed me this morning like he should! We have a date tonight! We're going to a nice restaurant, then he's going to take me home and fuck the holy hell out of me! I just know it!" Kimberly exclaimed excitedly. "I want to entice him all night! I want his cock so hard, it hurts! He's going to be climbing the walls by the time we get home!"
Overhearing the conversation and pulling on a shirt, David Chase came into the living room. "Congratulations, sweetheart! We knew you could do it!" Opening his arms, Kim ran into them searching for his mouth with her own.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Chase! Your family showed me what family love can be all about! Daddy is taking me out tonight, then we're going to go home and make incredible love! Think of it! At long last! I've been waiting for this for so long! Thank you!" holding him tighter. "Lexi and I have to go the mall now, Mr. Chase. We'll be back later this afternoon. Wish us luck!" Kim was nearly dancing out the door.
Driving to the mall, Lexi and Kim were talking and giggling like the adolescent girls they are, both of them so excited for Kim's upcoming carnal success with her father.
Parking the car at the closest entrance to Maggie's Women's Wear Shop, they walked in holding hands.
Needless to say, men and boys were gawking at the two astonishingly beautiful girls, not to mention the women.
Walking into the store, Lexi rushed up to her mom and gave her a hug, as did Kimberly.
"Kim, I've picked an outfit for you that your father will really love," Maggie explained pulling out a short, clingy, chiffon shift. "Let's go into a dressing room, then you can put this on. What makes this so cool is that it has one long zipper in the front which can be undone when the zipper is pulled up from the hem, or when the other zipper is pulled down from above. This will give you the choices needed as to how you want to tease your daddy. Now come over here. I want to show you the underthings you're going to wear."
Pulling out a shelf bra similar to the one Lexi wore the night she was deflowered, this one was a cup size too small, and would push Kim's mounds up and together. Her hard nipples will peak out over the top and rub against the fabric, keeping them very evident. Last, but not least, Maggie gave her a teeny thong which barely covered what will become her soaked slit. "Are you still doing your plug therapy, sweetheart?" Maggie asked.
Pulling up the zipper from the hem, and raising the dress, turning around and bending over, Kimberly spread her butt cheeks to show her lovers. "I'm up to the large size now, Mrs. Chase. My dad shouldn't have any trouble doing me in my butt. And I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Excellent, honey. Your father will be so proud of you! Just to be on the safe side, take your bra off and put this on so we can see how it'll look with the dress," Maggie suggested.
"Good idea, Mrs. Chase!" Kim agreed. Undoing the zipper from the top, she pulled the dress off of her shoulders down to her waist. Unhooking her bra, her C/D breasts spilled free. Not being able to restrain themselves, latching onto one nipple, Maggie started sucking, and Lexi glommed onto the other.
"OOOOOH GOD, Mrs. Chase, Lexi! We probably shouldn't! But it feels soooo good!" Kimberly moaned.
Stopping her licking and sucking, Maggie handed Kim the little shelf bra. "Here sweetheart. Let's get this on you to see how it fits." Helping her put it on, Maggie fastened it. This one was a bit different in that it latched in the front. "This will make it easier for you to get it off, and tease your father more."
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kim could see how her breasts were gathered and pushed up with her stiff nipples protruding over the top. Bringing the dress up, she could arrange the zipper to where she could expose as much or little tit flesh as she wanted. But she knew she was going to show as much as she could when she and her daddy were alone.
"And here's the thong you're going to wear tonight." Maggie instructed, handing Kim the barely-there piece of cloth.
With both girls giggling, Kimberly had to comment, "Mrs. Chase, there's hardly anything here. I hope it doesn't get lost in my pussy. Lord knows it's going to be wet enough that it'll easily take anything that's put in it. And if it's going to be wet all night, you're definitely going to be able to smell it."
"That's part of the plan, Kim." Lexi explained. "Your daddy will be able to smell that you're all ready for his cock. He'll know how badly you want him to fuck you."
"Oh my god, Lexi! I want him to fuck me so much! I'm going to go crazy waiting for tonight!" Kimberly moaned.
"Last but not least, I'm including a garter belt and sexy stockings for you to wear," Maggie informed her. "This should complete the ensemble for your `wardrobe of seduction.' Now, off you go to your next appointment."
Knowing where they were going next, Maggie and Lexi looked at each other and smiled. "Kim, Lexi is taking you to my friend's salon where you're going to be given the `full treatment' in preparation for your date tonight. I won't be able to go along as I have a flight to catch," Maggie announced.
Handing Maggie her father's credit card, Maggie reminded her that the expenses for her `wardrobe of seduction' will be taken care of by her and Mr. Chase. "Your daddy can pay for the services you receive at Cathy's salon. But I have a feeling it won't be too much," Maggie said with a knowing smile.
After Maggie packaged up the purchases, Lexi grabbed Kim's hand and pulled her to the stairs leading to Cathy O'Donnell's salon. "Come on, Kim! You're going to love Cathy's `full treatment.'"
"What's the `full treatment,' Lexi?" the cheerleader asked.
"Just do whatever Cathy says. She knows what she's doing, and you will never regret it. Your daddy will be so happy when she's finished with you!" the young teen promised.
Walking into the salon a couple of minutes before noon, Cathy greeted Lexi with a hug and small kiss on the lips, Kim got to wondering `just how much business does this woman do for the Chase family?' Looking at Lexi, the child turned and smiled at Kim.
"Cathy O'Donnell, this is my very best girlfriend Kimberly Adams. When Mom called for Kim's appointment, I think she told you why we're here today?" Lexi made the introductions.
Looking and openly admiring Kimberly's body, Cathy took her upraised hand to shake it. "It is a pleasure to meet you Kimberly Adams. I'll be with you two in a couple of minutes. Lexi, would you be so kind as to take Kim to the `full treatment' room? Grab a couple of sodas on your way."
Passing a refrigerator, Lexi and Kimberly took a couple of sodas of their choice. Sitting in comfortable chairs, Kim couldn't help but look around and admire the luxury. "I don't know what the `full treatment' is Lexi, but I think I'm going to like it. Cathy O'Donnell is incredibly beautiful, isn't she?"
"She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. She's got incredible tits, doesn't she? But, I promise you girlfriend, you're going to love her `full treatment.' I've had it done, and there is nothing to be worried about." Lexi promised.
While the girls were sipping on their sodas, Cathy came in with her fabulous breasts putting stress on her blouse. Her nipples were hard and protruding through the fabric of her blouse, with just a small amount of her mounds exposed. She was enticingly beautiful, and one could tell she was definitely looking forward to the afternoon with the adolescent girls.
"Okay girls, we have all kinds of time. Has Lexi told you about the `full treatment?' Kimberly?" the stunning redhead asked.
"No ma'am she hasn't. Or should I say she wouldn't." Kim responded with a smile. "But she assures me that there's nothing to worry about."
"Well, I guarantee that you're going to like it. Now, go behind that screen sweetheart and take off your clothes. And there's a robe hanging on a hook you can put on." Cathy instructed glancing at Lexi.
With instructions to take off her clothes, Kim looked at Lexi for reassurance. Should she do this? Lexi returned Kim's gaze, and smiling with warmth and love in her eyes, she nodded. "Go ahead Kim," she softly said. "It'll be fine."
Kim rose and with one last look at Lexi, went behind the screen. After removing her clothes and putting on the robe, she came out with it wrapped tightly around her. Lexi approached her and wrapped her arms around her and pulled her lips close to hers. At first, Kim resisted a bit, but relented and reciprocated looking briefly at Cathy before she closed her eyes to lose herself in the child's kiss. She noticed Cathy just stood there and was smiling while she watched.
"Now honey. Jump up onto the table and lie back so we can begin your `full treatment.'" she was instructed.
Following her instructions, she did as she was told, and laid on her back. Lexi came up, and standing beside her, took her hand and looked into Kim's eyes with so much love and care.
Cathy delicately untied the sash that held the robe closed and slowly opened it. As Kimberly's substantial breasts came into view, Cathy's eyes got wide and her breathing quickened.
"Kim, you're so beautiful!" Cathy quietly told the teen. "You have such lovely, full breasts!" Letting her gaze drop to the cheerleader's lovely pussy, she let out a small moan.
"Um, Cathy. No offense, but what does the `full treatment' consist of?" Kimberly asked, as she was beginning to get concerned.
"Oh sorry, honey. The `full treatment' is that I prepare your pussy, and the rest of you, for your father. Lexi's mom called me and told me to make your pussy and asshole hair and stubble free. She said that you're doing this so you can seduce your father, so we have to do a real good job for him. And from what I understand, your big night is tonight."
Seeing a worried expression come across Kimberly's face, Cathy knew that she had to reassure the horny teen.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I did this for Lexi the night she was deflowered by her father on her 13th birthday. I'm totally aware of why you're doing this, and couldn't agree more. This is the ultimate expression of love between a father and daughter. From what Lexi's mom tells me, this brings the whole family together and the love between the family members is much more true and intense. Actually, I envy you and your daddy. Are you excited about tonight?" Cathy asked trying to keep the sexual tension high.
Not responding, Kim just looked at Cathy trying to size her up. "You can talk to Cathy about this, my love." Lexi softly stated. "It'll be perfectly fine. She's an incredible and sexually liberated woman."
"If that's the case, then yes. I'm getting very excited about tonight." Kim admitted. "I've been wanting to share my dad's bed since my mom left us 6 years ago. We had a talk the other night, and we agreed that `right now,' I'm the only woman in his life. `Right now,' I'm the only woman who's madly in love with him, and I want to show him. I told him that I can make him the happiest man in the world, and I intend to keep my promise."
"With a body like yours, I don't doubt for a second you'll succeed." Cathy agreed, lightly rubbing the cheerleader's breasts, and rubbing her palms over the teen's sensitive nipples.
Kim closed her eyes to relish the feeling emanating from her nipples. The good feelings were transmitted directly to her pussy which began to get damp. Increasing her breathing and arching her back to give Cathy greater access and more tit, she knew she was going to enjoy the `full treatment.'
Looking at Lexi, Cathy's attention went to the breast and nipple closest to her. Lexi, took over the caressing of her friend's fabulous breast and elongated nipple. Lowering her head, she took Kimberly's nipple and sucked and lightly bit sending chills throughout the teen's body. Watching Lexi, Cathy did the same.
Kim arched her body, and held both girl's heads to her breasts. Cathy and Lexi doubled their efforts to give Kimberly the most pleasure. Soon, the aroma of aroused pussy filled the room. And it all wasn't coming from Kim.
Cathy and Lexi looked up at each other and both stopped their ministrations and raised their heads.
"Why did you stop? You didn't have to stop!" moaned the horny teen.
"Spread your legs for me," Cathy softly told her. "I have work to do."
"It's okay, my love," Lexi whispered softly squeezing Kim's breast and lightly pinching her nipple. "She's very good at what she does. You're going to love it. Spread your legs and bring your knees up. She's going to make you nice and smooth for your daddy."
Doing what was asked, Kim unashamedly spread her legs and presented her pussy for the woman to do her job.
Lightly rubbing her slit to see how wet she was, Cathy was impressed with the amount of moisture the girl could produce in such a short time. "You're nice and wet, Kimberly. This will make it easier to get you nice and smooth and for me to do my magic for you. Now hold still."
Spreading shaving cream on her drenched pussy, Cathy concentrated on doing her best for the young girl. Running her fingers along the wet slit, Kimberly moaned and tried to spread her legs even more.
"That's my girl. Be prepared to give your father all you have. Speaking of giving your father your all, turn around and lay on your tummy." Cathy instructed.
`Oh my god, she's going to see!' Kim thought. `Oh well, she wanted me to give my father everything.'
Once she was in position, Cathy started to work on her beautiful ass. Spreading her cheeks, Cathy saw the end of the large butt plug. "Hmmmm. What do we have here? Wow, Kim, you really were serious as far as giving your total self to your father. I'm really impressed! Lexi, look! Kim is really preparing herself! Her daddy is such a lucky guy!"
Slowly removing the butt plug, Cathy was amazed at how much her delicious pucker dilated. "Kim! Your father won't have trouble fucking your butt, that's for sure! You are the greatest daughter, thinking this far ahead for your him! You must love him so much!"
"My dad never had the chance to take my virgin pussy, Cathy. So I'm going to give him my ass. He'll be the first!" Kim explained. "And I love him more than anything else! This was at the suggestion of Mr. Chase."
Taking all of the little hairs off her perfect butt, Cathy felt inside and outside of her crack to make sure she got them all. Separating her cheeks, she was amazed at the sight of the slightly dilated lovely pucker. Putting a little dab of lube on her finger, she began to work it in, slowly. Working more of her finger with each thrust, she had her finger firmly seated. Another finger with a bit more lube, she continued fucking the cheerleader's butt.
"Ohhh Cathy. That feels sooo good! I love what you're doing to me!" Kimberly moaned.
With her work finished, "Turn over, sweetheart. We have to finish your treatment," Cathy told her.
With Kimberly on her back, her nipples extended beyond belief, her pussy soaked, and a need deep within her, she spread her legs as wide as possible.
As Cathy resumed fucking her butt with two fingers, the ravishing redhead lowered her mouth to the teen's soaked cunt. Licking up the juices of her slit, Cathy just touched the child's enlarged clit with her tongue.
"Oh god, Cathy! It feels so good! Please don't stop!" Kimberly gasped. "Keep licking me! Make me cum!"
Watching what was going on was proving too much for Lexi. Bringing her lips to Kim's she gave her an open mouthed kiss. "I love you so much, Kim."
Leaning over the table with her mouth latched onto Kim's delicious cunt, Cathy's tits and nipples accessible.
Lexi ducked under Cathy and unfastened the buttons of her blouse, exposing the lacy, sexy bra. Noticing that the clasp was in front, she unfastened that too, letting the large jugs swing free. With her engorged nipples, Lexi put her perfect lips around one and started sucking and lightly biting.
With her fantasy being realized, moaning, Cathy increased her efforts to make the teen to cum. "Oh god Cathy, I'm getting so close! Don't stop eating me!"
Lifting the salon owner's skirt up to her waist, Lexi noticed that she was just wearing the briefest of thongs. And it was soaked, contributing to the aromatic environment.
Bringing her face close to the action, Lexi whispered, "Cathy, you smell so delicious! Eating young pussy gets to you, doesn't it? When you're finished with Kim, I want you to lick my pussy and clit. I want to cum in your mouth! And you know what? I squirt! Well actually I gush! That's what Daddy tells me. But I can give you a mouthful! Make Kimberly cum, Cathy! Make her cum!"
"Oh fuck, Cathy!" Kim moaned. "Don't stop! I'm cumming! Oh my god! I'm cumming! Eat me! AAARRRRGGGNNNNN!" the teen wailed gushing cum into the woman's mouth! Lexi could see Cathy swallowing the copious quantity of fluids flooding her!
"Don't stop, Cathy. Keep eating her! She's good for a few more! She'll squirt quarts! Keep eating her," Lexi urged.
Sitting on the floor, maneuvering her head between the woman's legs, Lexi got closer to Cathy's drenched slit.
Taking hold of the soaked thong, the child pulled it down, and Cathy stepped out of it. Lexi could see a smooth, wet, beautiful pussy. Her labia seemed to have a life of their own. Almost like it was undulating. She needed something in it. This woman needed to be fucked. Briefly, Lexi wished she had a cock, then thought of her father. She couldn't do anything about it now, so she did the next best thing.
Lexi ran her tongue along the older woman's pussy and licked up her juices. Moaning, Cathy momentarily lost her train of thought and stopped her own licking. This is what she always wanted! A young girl eating her pussy! She spread her legs farther, giving the child greater access. Lexi dove in, trying to get her face inside. Getting her face soaked, she was going to make the woman cum!
"Cathy, I'm going to cum again! Don't stop! My god, this is incredible!" Kim moaned, pumping her hips frantically. "Oh shit! Lick me! I'm cumming! AAAAARRRRRGGGGNNNN!!" her body convulsing wildly.
A bit later, "Please stop, Cathy! My clit is getting sensitive! Oh, god!" Kimberly moaned, collapsing.
Now Cathy could concentrate on her pleasure. "Eat me, Lexi! God, I've always wanted this! Eat me, child!"
she moaned pumping her hips. "This is incredible! I love it! Taste me, sweetheart. I'm getting close, myself!
Oh god! Swallow my cum, honey! AAAAEEEEEEHHHH!!!, Cathy moaned loudly gushing her cum into the mouth of the child! Laying her head on Kim's thighs, her legs weakening, she almost fell over.
"Now it's your turn, Cathy. Climb on the table. Hold on. Take off your skirt. We want you naked," Lexi ordered.
The girls helped Cathy remove the rest of her clothes. "Hold on Cathy. Put your hands behind your neck, and stand up straight!" Lexi ordered again. This brought a smile to Kimberly who remembered what she did the night she spent at the Chase household (see Chap. 14).
Cathy, who was experiencing what turned out to be an adult life-long dream, went with everything the girls wanted. She raised her hands and laced her fingers behind her neck. "Stand up straight, and arch your back!
We want to see all of your magnificent tits!" Lexi ordered with awe.
"Jesus! She's got tits like my mom! See how they don't sag? It's like they defy gravity! And look how big her nipples are!" Lexi whispered to Kim in awe even though Cathy could hear her.
Taking over the dominant role, Kim ordered, "Turn around Cathy. We want to see your ass! Good! Now, bend over and spread your cheeks. Show us your asshole!"
Excited, Cathy did as she was told. Spreading her perfect butt cheeks, she displayed her stunning pucker.
"My god, even her asshole is beautiful!" Kimberly continued. "Straighten up now Cathy, and assume the position. Spread your legs more. Bring your feet further apart!"
Lexi whispered loudly, "Look Kim. She's dripping! Her juices are running down her legs! I think she likes this!"
Kim went on. "On the table, Cathy! Lay on your back and spread your legs!"
Cathy jumped on the table and did as she was told. Now it was Lexi's turn. "Bring your knees up, Cathy!
Bring them up! Spread your legs! Show us what we want!"
"God, what a beautiful pussy!" Kimberly marveled.
"That's nothing. I keep looking at her lovely asshole!" Lexi exclaimed. "My god, what a body! She looks as good as my mom! Come on Kim! Let's give her an afternoon she won't forget!"
Kim took control above the waist, and Lexi devoted her efforts below. Between Kim's kisses and sucking her nipples, plus Lexi tongue fucking Cathy's asshole with her nose in her drenched cunt, Cathy was holding her legs up and trying to pump her hips at the same time! Of course, it wasn't working, but it was worth trying. It wasn't taking long for the older woman to build up to a huge orgasm!
"Eat me girls! Feast on me! Make me cum! Lexi, I want to cum in your mouth! I'm going to give you a lot! God, this feels incredible! I'm going to cum!"
Lowering her feet to the table, she kept her legs spread and began pumping madly into Lexi's mouth!
"I'm cumming girls! Eat me, Lexi! AAAARRRRRRRGGGGNNNN!" Experiencing the fantasy of her life, Cathy O'Donnell came long and hard! Continually gushing cum into the young girl's mouth, Kimberly was pinching and twisting Cathy's nipples to prolong the feelings!
"Lexi, it's my turn now. I want to taste her cum!" Kimberly claimed. "Step aside, girlfriend!"
Burying her face in Cathy's drenched cunt, Kim couldn't believe how delicious this woman tasted! Licking like a woman possessed, Kimberly tried to sink her face into the redhead's pussy. She reveled in the wetness and the aroma! She absolutely loved eating this woman! Now, to see if she could get her to cum!
Increasing her efforts, Kim pushed her tongue as far as possible into Cathy. Raising her head for a brief moment, "Lexi, get on the table and straddle Cathy's face. Give her what she's always craved!" the cheerleader ordered.
When Lexi was situated over Cathy's mouth, Kimberly renewed her efforts. Holding her legs far apart, concentrating on the older woman's clit, she roughly stroked her tongue over the hardened nub and put it between her lips and lightly between her teeth!
Holding Lexi up a bit, "I'm cumming again, girls! Oh fuck, this is incredible! I can't believe this is happening to me! I'm cumming! AAAARRRRGGGGNNNN!" the beauty squirted and gushed cum into Kim's mouth! Now with her fingers in Cathy's butt, Kim frantically fucked her and swallowed the mouthfuls of nectar!
Again lifting Lexi just a bit, "Please Kim. Please stop! I can't take any more!" Cathy gasped. Settling back into position, she grabbed Lexi's waist and helped the youngster position her pussy and clit over her mouth!
Not to be robbed of an orgasm, Lexi started to pump, feeling herself build as Cathy suckled on her clit!
Getting close to a huge cum, Lexi sped her movements up, almost to a frantic pace! She needed to cum!
"I'm getting close, Cathy! Get ready! It's going to be a lot!" she gasped. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHNNN," she moaned loudly. Cum gushed out of Lexi's stunning pussy and into Cathy's mouth, and she swallowed every drop!
Resting her weight on her hands on each side of Cathy's head to catch her breath, Lexi tried to compose herself long enough to lift herself from Cathy's face. She could feel the woman's tongue continue to lightly lick her slit collecting her juices.
Finally getting the strength, and with Kim's help, shaking, Lexi climbed off Cathy and leaned against the table.
With her face soaked with the girl's juices, and her breasts with her hard nipples falling to her sides enticing the kids even more, Cathy admitted, "It was a dream come true for me, girls. Thank you, so much! I hope we can do this again! And next time Lexi, we'll have your mom join us!"
"I'm sure she would love to Cathy," the child answered, envisioning what a hot foursome that would make.
"Let's get dressed and cleaned up a bit. We have just a little more to do for Kim for her date tonight. I want to apply just a little makeup." Cathy reminded them.
"But first, we should put Kim's `training aid' back in place. Bend over sweetheart and spread your cheeks for me." Licking the large plug, and pushing it in and out of her mouth, Cathy emulated sucking a large cock. "I could use one of these too."
She then placed the tip at the horny cheerleader's anus. "God, this is so hot! You and your father are so lucky to have each other!" Cathy quietly said with what sounded like a little remorse.
"Ooooh Cathy, it feels so good!" Kim moaned, feeling the older woman fuck the entire length in and out of her perfect ass for a few strokes. Realizing the time, Kimberly straightened up and turned, bringing her mouth to the ravishing redhead's and they both engaged in a long, heartfelt kiss.
"I want to do this again too, Cathy." Holding her tight, Kim assured the woman looking at her in the eyes with love and care, noticing tears forming. "I promise we will."
All of the incredibly stunning girls made themselves presentable, and walked out to the salon.
"Have a seat honey, and I'll just do a small amount. You're just like Lexi. You don't need much. You're already so beautiful!" Cathy smiled.
Kimberly sat down on her large embedded butt plug, and almost swooned. Cathy and Lexi noticed and glancing at each other, smiled.
Only after about 5 minutes, "There! All set! You're good to go now, sweetheart! You go and make your father proud and hard! Now promise me one thing." Cathy whispered to her. "Promise me you'll come back and give me a blow by blow description, so to speak."
Giving the ravishing redhead a tight hug and a surreptitious nipple tweak, Kim responded, "I promise that I'll come back and tell you all about it. Wish me luck, Cathy."
Driving Lexi back home, Kim remembered, "Lexi, you only came once this afternoon, didn't you? I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"Not to worry, girlfriend. It was a fabulous one! But Daddy will be home, and he'll be able to take care of me. You concentrate on getting ready for your daddy tonight. I'll be thinking of you. Remember how much we love you, and only want the best for you."
Parking the car, Lexi leaned in toward Kim for a brief kiss and hug. "Thanks for everything you and your family have done for me, Lexi. I love all of you. Throw a hearty fuck to your father for me. I'll give you a call tomorrow, and let you know how things went."
Not leaving until Lexi was safely in the house, Kimberly drove home to get ready for her dinner date and the seduction of her hunky father.
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Daddy Aquires Lexi
by
Smalltowndude
Kimberly comes for the weekend
I would like to thank an excellent writer on this site for inspiring me and editing some of my stories. When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard.
Chapter 13:
Kimberly, our hot high school girl and waitress we met at Lexi's big birthday/deflowering dinner (see Chapter 7), was expected to arrive momentarily. If you remember, she was about 16 or 17, with long, full, flowing dark
hair going down her back, 5'1" and about 110 lbs. What made her even more desirable were her bright blue eyes. Brown hair and blue eyes have always been a turn on for me. Or just not-too-common combinations like hers. Maggie, because of her experience in women's wear thought that Kim's breasts were a C cup and were still growing, just beginning to become a D. That's why her shirt she was wearing at the restaurant was a bit tight. And as pointed out earlier, she was just a bit on the voluptuous side.
At 9 o'clock, there was a soft knock on the door, and Lexi rushed to open the door. Both girls stood and stared at each other. Lexi was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt (I believe they're called `wife beaters' now). As she wasn't wearing a bra, her small breasts and hard, puffy nipples were exposed from the side. It was also cut short so her flawless midriff was exposed. She was wearing a low-cut short skirt, and I assume no panties. I recommended that she put on a thong to entice Kim even more, but I didn't know if she did or not. Maggie had applied just a little of makeup that accentuated Lexi's perfectly shaped full lips, and her stunning big brown eyes. Her hair was flowing down her back, with curls framing her face. Of course I'm partial enough to admit that our daughter was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous and oozed sexuality and need.
Almost as stunned, Kimberly stood in awe of our beautiful child, and did little to hide her admiration of her body. Meanwhile, Lexi was almost drooling because Kimberly was wearing her cheerleading uniform. Her hair was cascading down her back like Lexi's, but had a couple of ribbons in it in her school colors. Her top was a bit tight accentuating her still growing lovely breasts. Her skirt was short of course, like cheerleading uniforms are, showing off her toned legs almost up to her thighs. Maggie and I looked at each other and smiled. She leaned over to me and whispered "I wonder if she's wearing anything under that skirt."
"Just think, my love. She's going to be ours all weekend. I just hope she kept her pussy smooth and bare." I answered.
"So do I. This will give sexy Lexi an opportunity to experience another girl and to adapt to Kim's needs. This will help with her training." Maggie pointed out.
I looked at my stunning love and fuck mate with admiration. "I have to admit that, thinking with my cock, I never came to that conclusion." I admitted.
"That's because you're a man." she kidded me. "But if you have to think with your cock, make sure that Lexi and I are in the same room as you. And I couldn't think of a better cock with which to think." Maggie's tone changed from one of mirth to more serious when she looked up at me. Her expression was one of love, want, and need.
I turned her toward me, wrapped my arms around her, and lowered my mouth to hers. I held her tight and
pulled her body to mine. I'm sure she could feel what was becoming my hardness against her mons.
Taking her adoring eyes off of our daughter, Kimberly nudged Lexi and nodded to what Maggie and I were doing. Lexi turned around and taking note as to what was going on, she turned back to Kimberly and giggled.
"Don't mind them, Kim. They have trouble keeping their hands off each other. Mom tells me that when she's with Daddy, she gets as horny as a high school girl, and is always ready to spread her legs for him. You're a high school girl, Kim. Are you horny? Are you going to spread your legs for us?"
Closing the door behind her, Kimberly put her arms around Lexi and lowered her mouth to the wanting child. After the tongue dueling kiss, "I've been looking forward to this since the restaurant. Your daddy told me that if we're going to get together, not to play with myself all week. I haven't and I'm ready to explode! My god, it's almost as bad as back at the restaurant! I really do need this, Lexi. Except with the kisses you and your mom gave me at the restaurant, I haven't had any experience with girls. But I've been wondering. I have to admit that I liked what you did, though. I've been thinking of tasting you and your mom all week. And of course, experiencing what you refer to as your daddy's awesome cock. I want to do it all weekend! I'll do whatever all of you want me to."
"You won't ever regret coming here this weekend, Kim." Lexi assured our visitor. With her arms around Kim, Lexi cupped her cheeks and pulled her ass tightly against her. "You're going to leave here exhausted but the happiest and most satisfied girl on the planet. Daddy told me that he wants you to come back often so we can all keep doing you. Tonight, all 3 of us are going to make sure you want to come back."
Pulling the older girl down to her level, Lexi opened her mouth to give Kimberly access for another earth shattering kiss. Our horny daughter reached under Kim's cheerleading skirt to hold her butt, and was happy to discover that the high school girl wasn't wearing anything! After breaking off the kiss, and squeezing and caressing her cheeks, Lexi told her in a low voice, "I can't wait to taste your pussy. Neither can mom. We both have been looking forward to tonight. Mom and Daddy are going to flip when they see you're not wearing panties. Daddy especially likes for the women in his life to be ready and accessible at all times. And when you experience Daddy's cock, you'll agree. Once you get it, you'll always want it. And I can guarantee you, he most certainly knows how to use it! Daddy is the only man who's fucked me, and I can honestly tell you, that I don't want or need any other! I can smell you. Are you getting soaked? I can tell you really want it, Kim."
Giggling, Kim whispered in Lexi's ear, "When I got here, I took my panties off in the car so I'll be ready for you and your family. I have a feeling my legs will be spread for all of you this entire weekend."
Taking Kim by the hand, Lexi pulled her to the couch and sat down. As I wanted the sexual tension to build, Maggie and I sat down on the love seat across from the couch. Lexi and Kim were holding hands, and getting comfortable, Kimberly crossed her legs. She could see that Maggie and I were looking up her skirt, but we still couldn't be sure if she was wearing anything or not. But she did have stunning legs.
Kim started the discussion. "There are some things I'd like to know. But please understand if I say anything that's out of line or if there's something you don't want to discuss, just let me know, and I won't feel bad at all. May I ask a few questions?"
I thought it prudent that I should be the one to answer her questions. "Sure Kimberly. My wife and I are prepared to answer anything you ask, but on one condition: We have to have your word of honor that what is said and what is done under this roof will never, ever get out. What we do here is serious in the eyes of an ignorant society, and there would be consequences. Do you promise?"
Seeing my hard expression, and understanding that I was as serious as a heart attack, she looked at me and to emphasize her point, she raised her right hand and vowed "I promise on my heart, soul, and life not to disclose anything that happens here. Ever."
"That's good enough for us, sweetheart," I answered. "We're sure you have many questions. So go ahead and ask."
Directing her comments and question to me, "Since the restaurant, I've been thinking a lot about what you were doing to Lexi to prepare her for her umm, deflowering, and that you, her daddy, would be her first. The fact that Mrs. Chase took an active role proves to me that all of you thought it was important enough that as a family, you all took part. I think that what your family does is the ultimate of family love. The fact that you have these, umm, experiences, I can only guess that the 3 of you are close. I mean closer than most families. Is that true?"
Looking at me, Maggie raised her eyebrows. I thought it best for a female to answer, so I deferred to her. "Honey, to make a long story short, I have to tell you that I was madly and wholly in love with my daddy. We almost experienced the ultimate love between a father and daughter, but he was killed in a car accident before we could." she explained with tears forming in her eyes. "I could see what Lexi was going through with her attraction for her daddy, and I couldn't let her experience the pain and heartbreak that I did. We have been very fortunate that we could always be frank, speak the truth, and open up with each other. After Lexi finally opened up and told me her problems, I knew that she wouldn't be complete until she consummated her love with her father. So after discussing the situation with my husband, we decided that it would be best for Lexi's first to be her daddy. But we had to make sure that it was something that Lexi not only wanted, but needed."
Lexi jumped in and added, "Kim, I knew how much I loved and needed Daddy, and had to tell Mom. Luckily, she understood immediately, and we planned it for my 13th birthday. You know the rest. But what you don't know is how much our love has grown between all of us. My daddy keeps Mom and I happy and satisfied, and we do the same for him, or try to anyway," she finished looking at me with love and adoration.
I smiled and told Kimberly that it was almost unexpected how much our love has grown between all of us.
Tears coming to her eyes, Kim looked down to her lap and quietly started to sob. "All of you have no idea how lucky you are to have such a loving and caring family. Since my mom left 6 years ago, it's just been my dad and me. We've become really, really close, but not like your family. Daddy just withdrew from any social life he could have had. The only thing he does anymore is be the best father a man can be. He's so loving and caring that everything we do, it seems we do for each other. When he wraps his arms around me and holds me, I just want to melt. I feel so loved and safe. He's always on my mind, and there's so much I want to do for him!"
"How far are you willing to go for him?" Maggie softly asked.
Raising her head and with tears in her eyes, Kimberly answered, "I want to go all the way for him! I want to make him realize that all of the love and female companionship he needs is right in front of him! I want to make Daddy the happiest man on earth. I want to seduce him! I want my daddy to fuck me! I can tell how he looks at me that he wants me, but is afraid to do anything!" Kim lowered her head and began to cry.
"If you really want this Kim, I think Lexi and I can help you in your quest. But you're really going to want to have him fuck you." Maggie informed the teenager. "Once the stage is set, it's something you're going to have to go through."
"Mrs. Chase, I lay in bed every night trying to will Daddy to come in and fuck me. I eventually just spread my legs like I would do for him! I want him to catch me masturbating! I cum like you wouldn't believe! My father's cock is all I think about!" Kim cried in anguish.
"I know how that goes." Lexi sighed. "Been there, done that, and still do that."
To keep the conversation going and the excitement building, Maggie asked: "Have you seen your daddy's cock, honey? How big is it?"
"Oh, Mrs. Chase, you wouldn't believe how beautiful Daddy's cock is!" Kimberly sobbed. "I try and steal looks at it whenever I can, and I really think he knows it. I saw him get out of the shower once, and his cock must have been 6 or 7 inches long, and it wasn't even hard! But it looked thick, and it had the most beautiful head on it!" Now beginning to sob more loudly, "Mrs. Chase, I love my daddy so much and need him to fuck me! I need to give myself to him to show him how much I care! Please help me!"
"Kim, we will help you. We'll let you know how Lexi and I finally got her father to succumb and give her what she needed. We're a closer family for it, too." Maggie promised. "Now don't you worry about a thing this weekend. A plan is already taking shape."
Knowing now to move ahead and standing, Lexi took Kimberly's hand and pulled her to her feet.
Taking charge, Lexi ordered Kim: "Put your hands behind your head, and do what I tell you. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Kim averred. Standing, she wiped her eyes, then put her hands behind her head entwining her fingers, facing Maggie and myself. Lexi walked around Kim inspecting her body, poking and prodding in various places. Poking under Kim's arms brought giggles and Kim almost brought her hands down, but refrained. Putting her hands over Kim's breasts, Lexi found her hardening nipples and squeezed and pinched. Catching her breath, Kim closed her eyes and arched her back giving Lexi more.
"Very good, Kim." Lexi complimented. "Remember, you promised to go with whatever we decide to do this weekend. Mom, Daddy, watch!"
Lexi slowly raised Kim's cheerleading skirt for Maggie's and my benefit, teasing us.
Eventually, Kimberly's cleanly shaven and wet pussy came into view.
Lexi wasn't finished. "Now turn slowly and show Mommy and Daddy your beautiful ass. Show them how succulent it is. That's right. Now bend over and reach behind you and spread your cheeks. Spread your legs a bit more too. Show us your pussy and asshole, Kim."
Doing as ordered, Kimberly obeyed immediately, reaching around and spreading her cheeks.
"My god!" Maggie whispered loud enough for the girls to hear. "Her ass is perfect! And she's so wet! God, I can't wait to get my mouth and hands on her!"
Continuing, Lexi further instructed Kim in what she wanted done. Maggie and I thought the horny child knew what she wanted, so we just let her go with it.
"Now stand up, but put your hands behind your head again. Good. Now don't move." Lexi ordered. Looking at each other, Maggie and I could see that our little girl liked being in charge.
With Kim standing as ordered, Lexi unbuttoned the cheerleader's skirt and pulled the zipper down, letting it fall to the floor. Kim gracefully stepped out of it, keeping her hands behind her head.
Lexi went back in front of Kim and started to squeeze the teen's C cup breasts and pinching her nipples. Kim closed her eyes, arched her back, and gasped and started to breathe heavily. Looking at me with want, Maggie arched her back like Kimberly pushing her perfect breasts out.
It was obvious what she wanted, so I cupped a tit, and manipulated it and her hardening nipple. Working her hands behind her back and accentuating the arch, Maggie closed her eyes and moaned, giving me all she could.
"Look Kim." our licentious daughter whispered. "We've excited my parents enough for them to start to play in front of us. You have no idea what it's like growing up in a household where you can get all of the cock and pussy you want and need. And we're going to make sure you find out too. You stick with us, and soon your daddy will be giving you his cock whenever you need it."
I thought it interesting she used the word `need' rather than `want.' Is that what she feels? Does she have a real need? Apparently, she does. Fascinating.
Pulling Kim's sweater up, Kimberly straightened her arms to help Lexi remove it. Putting her hands back behind her head, I was just as impressed with Kim's obedience as I was with Lexi's take-charge attitude.
Putting her arms around Kim, Lexi pulled her down for another earth-shattering kiss, and reached behind the teen to unfasten her bra. Kimberly pulled her arms down around Lexi and helped to let her bra fall, joining her skirt. Now the high school cheerleader was completely nude. Standing back up and putting her hands behind her head again, Lexi turned her to face Maggie and myself.
As if giving a demonstration on an infomercial, Lexi started. "Look Mom and Daddy. See how hard Kim's nipples are? See how her tits stick out? They don't sag at all. They're just like yours mom. They're for all of us, aren't they Kimberly? And take note how soaked her luscious pussy is. That's also for all of us, isn't it Kim?"
Breathing heavily, Kim closed her eyes, and kept her back arched. "Yes, Lexi. My whole body is for you and your mom and dad this weekend. My legs will be spread for all of you. I promise. But please make me cum all weekend long. I have to cum so badly! I have high hopes for all of you wanting and using me."
I liked her choice of words. The term "using me" indicated to me that she may have a submissive nature. I stood up and reached for my Maggie's hand helping her up. With Maggie on one side of the hot and wet teen, and Lexi on the other side, I stood in front and we all put our arms around Kim.
"We're here for you Kimberly. You will leave here with the greatest and sweetest memories of your life. That is, until you can get your daddy to fuck you." I promised. To keep the sexual tension high, "I bet you can't wait to get your daddy's cock anywhere in your body, can you? Can you imagine what it'll feel like in your mouth? Can you imagine what it'll feel like in your soaked pussy? He'll be so happy to see that you keep your pussy bare and smooth. You be sure to tell him that you did it for him. He'll love you all the more for it."
Opening her eyes, with her nipples rock hard, and her hands still behind her head, I stood back a bit and directed my gaze between her legs. I could see her juices running down the inside of her partially spread thighs.
Maggie turned her head toward me, and I brought my mouth down on hers. Putting my tongue inside her mouth as far as I could, she moaned knowing what was to come. I cupped a beautiful breast and began working on a nipple, watching it protrude through her blouse. I put my hand under her blouse to gain better access. Lifting her bra above her tits, I pulled her blouse up and started to lick.
Unwrapping herself from our guest, Maggie started to frantically unbutton her shirt, and threw it on the floor. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra which followed her blouse. With my lips still trying to be attached to a nipple and giving it soft bites, and with Lexi giggling at my predicament, Maggie undid her jeans and pulled them down. Quickly she stepped out of them. I stepped back and softly ordered my fuck mate to step back too.
"Look Kim. You see how wet Mrs. Chase is?" I started. "You see that her pussy is shaved and smooth like yours. I want to thank you for keeping your cunt bare for us this weekend. You won't regret it. We can see how wet you are, and we can't wait to taste you. Speaking of wet, you see how wet my wife is. You can see her pussy through her soaked panties. Do you see how her panties cling to her soaked cunt? This is something you should consider having your father see. But this is a very good indication as to what awaits your mouth and fingers and anything else we can think of."
"Oh god, Daddy! I'm going crazy!" Lexi moaned rubbing her thighs together.
"Take your clothes off for Kimberly and for your mom and me, sweetheart. Are you wet too? I can smell it. You smell delicious. I'm sure Kim is looking forward to getting her mouth on your wet cunt, don't you think?"
"Kim," Maggie moaned, "Our little lolita tastes incredible. Her pussy is like Mr. Chase's cock. Once you've had it, you're always going to want it. I know this for a fact. I'm looking forward to you experiencing your first fuck with my husband. He is absolutely fabulous using his incredible cock!"
"Come here, sweetheart. Your mom and I will help you undress for our guest." I instructed.
Maggie went to our daughter and wrapped her arms around her. Lowering her mouth onto Lexi's, both engaged in a loving mother-daughter toe-curling kiss. Helping Lexi pull off her T-shirt, our young daughter stood proud arching her back toward Kim and showing her hard nipples. The wonderful aroma of aroused pussy was in the air. Her mother bent down and took a nipple into her mouth, and unbuttoned her skirt. Maggie pulled down the skirt and her panties at the same time. Kim's eyes were wide with wonder and excitement and were glued on the adolescent's soaked pussy. Lexi stepped out of them, and bent down to pick up her panties. Handing them to her mother, Maggie waved them under Kimberly's nose.
"Don't you just love the way Lexi smells, Kim?" Maggie licentiously asked. "Open your mouth and I'll give you the gusset for you to taste. Suck on it, Kim. Taste our ever-horny daughter's cunt. Isn't she delicious?"
Standing naked, with her hands still behind her head, Kim opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and my horny fuck mate placed the gusset of our youngster's panties on it. Kim took the drenched gusset into her mouth and sucked.
Closing her eyes, the teen almost swooned at the taste and obscene act she was performing not only in front of our wet daughter, but also her parents! Getting into sucking all of Lexi's juices from her panties, Kim was taken out of her reverie by Maggie who had moved behind her and cupping her breasts, started to pinch and tweak her nipples.
Opening her eyes, Kim looked frantically at Lexi, then again lowered her gaze to her soaked cunt. Lexi had the presence of mind to spread her legs so Kim could see her juices running down her thighs. Then the excited cheerleader looked at me.
Looking Kimberly in the eye, I pulled my shirt off over my head, showing her what Lexi and Maggie tell me is "an awesome build." I took that to mean my abs which I work hard at maintaining. I next unbuttoned my pants, and slowly dropped them. Kicking off my shoes, I stepped out of them, and stood in front of the horny teen with my hard cock pushing my shorts out. Her gaze settled on the outline of my cock, and we heard a small moan coming from her panting lips. My god, I was hard! I couldn't wait to fuck this kid, and judging from her secretions, I knew she was going to absolutely love it!
Doing what I did with Lexi what seemed like years ago, I turned and slid my shorts down and straightened up showing off my hard butt. I looked over my shoulder, and all of the women were gazing at my ass.
"My god sweetheart," Maggie whispered loud enough for all to hear, "you have the most beautiful ass on a man I've ever seen. I'm so glad it's ours. The perfect butt on our perfect man."
"Daddy, turn around so Kimberly can see your awesome cock." Lexi moaned. "Don't tease her like you did me. Show her how beautiful it is when it's so hard. Kim, you're going to love this!"
Turning around to face the ladies, all eyes dropped to my achingly hard cock.
Gazing at my 8 inches with the circumcised head, Kim let out a moan. "Oh fuck! It's so lovely and big!"
"Imagine what this will feel like anywhere in your body, Kim." I tried to paint a picture for her. "Actually, after we tend to you, you're going to help all of us with the anal deflowering of Mrs. Chase and our daughter. They've been preparing themselves for this night all week."
"Do you know why you like Mr. Chase's cock so much, Kim?" Maggie asked. "Because it's not a boy's. It belongs to a real man. It's a man's hard cock. And it's attached to the most wonderful man in the world."
"Kim, Daddy is going to fuck us in our butts tonight, and we want you to help. Mom and I have never been fucked there before, and we want Daddy to have access to our bodies every way he wants. And judging from how we've experimented, we are absolutely going to love it!" Lexi enthused.
"You're going to try and put that magnificent piece of meat inside your little asshole? You think they'll stretch that much?" Kim asked incredulously, taking her hands from behind her head and placed them behind her back, arching appropriately.
Offering her tits and hard nipples to us, Kim was looking wild-eyed at all of the naked bodies around her. "You want to go into the bedroom Kim?" I asked. "We have a nice, big super king-sized bed. All of us will fit on it. There will be plenty of room for you to spread your legs for us."
Taking Kimberly's hand, Lexi guided her to our large bedroom. Maggie and I were walking behind the kids admiring their beautiful shapely butts. And the girls knew it. There were some accentuated sways evident.
I leaned over and whispered to my lovely Maggie, "I can't wait to get my tongue inside that lovely ass. I'm sure she's never had that before."
Getting to the bed, Lexi crawled onto it, and briefly staying on all fours, we all could see how wet and shiny her cunt was. Changing position and sitting up, she signaled Kim to join her. Taking the ribbons out of Kim's hair, she told Kim to lay down. Arranging the teen's hair around on her pillow to make her look her most alluring, Lexi fussed with her presentation to her parents.
"Okay, Kim. Now spread your legs for my mom and dad. Let them see how wet you are and how badly you want Mother's tongue and Daddy's cock. We saw how you gushed when you came at the restaurant, and Mom wants you to cum in her mouth. She wants to drink your cum, so do your best." Lexi instructed. "Then Daddy will give you the fucking of your life. After that, you know what's going to happen. Personally, I can't wait."
Positioning herself above Kim's head like her mother did for her at her deflowering, Lexi helped Kim raise her knees and helped hold them in place exposing her sopping pussy and lovely asshole. Kim was so wet, her asshole was nicely lubricated. Maggie laid down on her stomach between Kim's legs and inhaled.
"My god, you smell wonderful! I bet you taste as good too." Maggie moaned. "My darling," my horny mate beckoned, "come and help me eat out our guest. Lexi, turn Kimberly on her side and keep her legs spread for your daddy and me."
Lexi helped Kim turn onto her side, and Maggie placed her head between the girl's widespread legs. I maneuvered myself so that I could get a good angle to give her asshole a good tongue-fuck.
Lexi cupped Kim's C/D cup breasts and was playing with and lightly pinching her nipples. Maggie was licking up Kim's copious secretions around her pussy teasing the poor teen.
"Please, Mrs. Chase. Lick my clit! Please make me cum! I need to cum!" Kimberly moaned pumping her hips trying to get more of Maggie's mouth on her. I got into a better position and started to lick up the secretions that had soaked her butt.
"Oh god, Lexi! Your mom and dad are both licking me! This feels incredible! Eat me, Mr. and Mrs. Chase! Please eat me and make me cum!" Kimberly was frantically gasping trying to hold our heads tighter to her body.
"Oh, god! This has never happened to me before! Make me cum Mr. and Mrs. Chase! Eat me, please! Lick my clit harder, Mrs. Chase! Tongue fuck my asshole, Mr. Chase! Deeper! This is incredible! Nobody has ever done this to me! I love it!"
Lexi was busy pinching Kimberly's nipples, and maneuvered herself to place her soaked cunt in front of Kim's face so she could smell her excitement. "You see how wet I am, Kimberly? This is for you! I can't wait till you eat me!"
"Lexi, I'm going to cum! Jesus, I needed this! Suck me, Mrs. Chase! I'm going to cum! It's going to be a big one! OH, FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK! DON'T STOP! MORE! I NEED MORE! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH! GOOOOOD! I LOVE IT! UUUUUUNNNNNHHHGGGG! ONCE MORE! PLEASE! I NEED TO CUM AGAIN! KEEP LICKING ME, MRS. CHASE! DEEPER, MR. CHASE!" Kimberly wailed as she gushed into my wife's mouth! Swallowing madly, what Maggie didn't catch, the excess was dribbling down which I caught in my mouth! I had no idea such a young girl could cum so much! But, she did say she was ready to explode.
My wife and I rose and pressed our soaked faces together and started to lick the girl's juices. Kimberly lay sprawled on her back breathing heavily, relishing the feelings of a couple of good, hard orgasms. Seeing the opportunity, Lexi swung her leg over Kim's face. Turning, and facing Kimberly's feet, our young daughter started to gyrate on the teen's face. Giving over to the feelings, Lexi sat up and was squeezing her budding breasts and tweaking her nipples, rubbing her soaked cunt over Kim's mouth and nose. Then, leaning on Kim's chest for leverage, Lexi just let herself go and went for a wild ride!
"You've had your fun, girlfriend! Now it's my turn! You've never eaten another girl, so I'm going to be your first! Now get that tongue out and in me!" Lexi ordered. "I need to cum too!"
Gazing with need at the exhibition in front of her, Maggie spread her legs and started to play with her sopped cunt. "No, my love. Don't play with yourself." I ordered my darling. "I'd like for you to wait to cum."
"Oh god, darling. I need to cum!" my Maggie moaned, closing her legs and rubbing her luscious thighs together. "I'm so wet!"
Rubbing her pussy with abandon over the cheerleader's face, Lexi was gasping her instructions. "Come on, Kim! Eat me! Suck my pussy and clit! Make me cum! I need to cum! Oh god! I'm so clooooose! Don't stop Kim! I'M CUMMING! DRINK MY CUM KIM! EAT MEEEEE! FUUUUUCK, I NEED THIS!"
Lexi gushed and squirted her orgasm all over the girl's face! Kim lay beneath her gyrating hips with her mouth open and alternately sucking the child's labia trying to get as much ejaculate as she could!
After her incredible cum, our lolita collapsed onto Kim's body, breathing heavily with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face.
"Please! I need to cum again! Somebody do something to me! Mr. Chase, please fuck me!" our young guest moaned. "Give me your beautiful cock!"
"Kim, lay on your back. Lexi, take hold of her legs and bring them up. Open her pussy for me!" I ordered.
"Yes, Daddy." Lexi arranged herself above Kimberly's head and with her knees bent and a foot on either side of Kim's head, our daughter spread her legs and was showing us her smooth and soaked dilated cunt. Holding Kim's legs up, she was exposing the cheerleader's drenched pussy and lovely asshole to me.
"Sweetheart, suck my cock to make it its hardest." I instructed Maggie. "Our young guest will experience what you and Lexi experience."
"God, yes! Give me your cock, Daddy!" Maggie moaned. "I'll take it any way I can get it in my body. When you're through with Kim, please fuck me, my love. I need to cum!"
With Maggie swallowing my whole cock, Kim looked on in amazement. "My god! That's so hot! You can get his whole cock down your throat! You'll have to teach me how to do that so I can do it for my dad!"
After a few good sucks and throat fucks, my horny mate pulled my cock out of her mouth and led me by my hard pole to the entrance of Kimberly's drenched cunt. Her labia was slick with her juices. She was producing so much, her asshole was soaked with the rest flowing down her crack to the sheets.
Rubbing my cock up and down her slit, Maggie made sure that the head was caressing the cheerleader's labia and clit. Throwing her legs open as wide as she could get them, Kim started pumping her hips looking for a cock to fuck.
"Come on, Mr. Chase! Do it to me! Fuck me! I've never needed it more than I do now! Shove that magnificent cock in me! Stop teasing me! Fuck meeee!" the horny adolescent cried.
With my cock at her entrance, I instructed Maggie and our daughter to get on either side of Kimberly and hold her legs up and open and to latch onto a nipple.
Rubbing my hard 8" up and down her soaked slit, I was getting the head nice and wet for easy entry.
"Oh please Mr. Chase! Put it in me!" sobbed the child.
I slowly pushed forward and the head spread her labia and entered.
"Oh fuck! Yes! More! Give it all to me!" Kimberly moaned.
Pushing harder, I slowly sunk my whole length into her. She was so wet and tight! And so warm! She was almost as tight as our daughter! God knows she was as wet! My god, I loved horny, wanting women!
This was definitely heaven on earth.
"Oh fuck, Mr. Chase! You feel incredible!" the youngster gasped.
I stopped to let her adapt to the fullness and let her decide when to start the fucking motions.
After a brief lull, Kim started gyrating her hips to begin. "Do it, Mr. Chase! Give it to me! You feel absolutely incredible! Fuck meeee!"
Her pussy was so tight and felt like it was on fire! Through gritted teeth and wanting to keep her on edge, "This is how your father's cock will feel inside you, Kim. You've had boy's cocks. It's time you had real men's cocks! And I know you're going to love your daddy's! I know he's going to fuck you until you can't walk straight! And we know how much you need your father's cock, don't you?"
"Oh fuck Mr. Chase. You have no idea how much I want my father to fuck me! Just like you're doing now! Show me what I can look forward to. Show me how he's going to fuck me. How he's going to fuck me so deep and hard!"
I pulled back about half way, and drove in. I did this for a few thrusts to let her get used to my size.
"More, Mr. Chase! Give it all to me! Make me cum! I need to cum!" the hot and horny adolescent gasped.
I brought my cock out almost all the way, just keeping the head inside her saturated slit. And pushed back in. Hard. I started to give her the fuck she craved. She was so tight, I didn't know how long I was going to last, especially with my two loving sluts taking part, egging me on!
"Give her what she needs, my love," Maggie chanted, her eyes wide with lust and need watching my cock go in and out of the young teen. Kimberly's nipples were incredibly hard and protruding, giving my ladies something substantial to suck on.
"Fuck her Daddy! Show her what a fabulous fuck is! She'll get her own dad to fuck her, Mom and I just know it!" our young teen vowed.
Shaking her head from side to side, mussing up her hair and looking even more beautiful and wanting, Kim started to meet my downward strokes with upward thrusts. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I need this! Make me cum!"
Seeing how hot Kimberly was getting, I stopped. Her eyes flew open, and with her continuing trying to get fucked, didn't stop her gyrations. "Why did you stop? Please! Fuck me! Pleeeeeease!"
With my cock still embedded, I told her that we were going to change positions, and that she was going to be on top. "That way, you'll have better control on how you want to be fucked." I didn't mention that with the woman on top riding me, it was a huge turn on for me. When my Maggie or daughter was on top, they had a tendency to let themselves go and fuck themselves into a frenzy! I had a feeling that with our hot and horny cheerleader, she was going to provide an entertaining spectacle!
She didn't disappoint us.
Lexi moved out of the way to give us the room we needed to roll over and to keep my dick embedded in her tight cunt. When we were in position, when Kim felt how far I was in and how it filled her teen pussy, she knew that this was going to be the best fuck she ever had.
Beginning slowly, Kimberly started a rotating motion with my cock deep inside her. Putting all of her weight on me, she started squeezing her breasts and torturing her nipples.
Gasping and moaning, the kid started to let herself go and just let the feelings take over. Beginning to grind faster, she put her hands on my chest to give herself more balance and leverage. Plunging up and down on my cock, forcing it in as far as it would go, she was going to go on the ride of her life!
"Oh fuck, Mr. Chase! This is incredible! I hope to god my dad does this to me! If this is anything like he's going to give me, I'll go nuts until I get it!" Kim gasped and moaned.
"Your father and I will give you all of the cock you'll ever need, Kim!" I answered through clenched teeth. An incredible cum was building up inside me, but I wanted to see her cum first. Seeing a woman or young girl experience a good hard orgasm, especially if she was on the other end of my cock, was the epitome of entertainment for me. I loved to watch their facial expressions and if they were capable, feel them squirt or gush their cum on me!
"Don't cum yet, Mr. Chase! I'm so close! Fuck, this is the most incredible feeling I've ever had in my life!" Kim was gasping, pumping up and down on my cock maniacally. With her hair flying, and a shiny sheen beginning to form on her breasts, the child was throwing everything she had on my cock to get her cum!
"I'm cumming Mr. Chase! OH MY FUCKING GOD! IT'S GOING TO BE A BIG ONE! THIS IS TOTALLY AWESOME! AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! FUCK MEEEEE!"
As she was the one doing the fucking, I didn't think that this was the time to point that out. I was getting so close myself, it was getting difficult to hold back!
Bouncing on my cock like her life depended on it, "DON'T CUM YET, MR. CHASE! I NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE! OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHEEEEEE" our little cheerleader screamed.
"DO IT MR. CHASE! CUM IN ME! LET ME FEEL YOU SQUIRT!" Kim encouraged me, still bouncing on the length of my hard 8 inches!
"Keep fucking me, Kim! I'm going to cum! Don't stop!" I moaned. "AAAARRRRGHHHHNNNNN"
I moaned squirting high intensity rope after rope of cum into her cervix!
"MR. CHASE, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! HOW DO YOU DO THIS? GOD, THIS IS INCREDIBLE!" Kim screamed.
Slowing down her movements, Kim finally stopped and just lowered herself onto my chest. She brought her face in front of me and put her mouth on mine. After our hot tongue searching kiss, she looked at me with me with love and satisfaction.
"Thank you, Mr. Chase! Thank you for the most incredible fuck I've ever had! There will be no more boys for me! The only men who will fuck me from here on will be you and eventually my father! Thank you for showing me what I've been missing! I've learned my lesson. Now I know what Lexi was talking about when she said that you're the only man she'll ever need! Plus my dad, of course!"
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Daddy Aquires Lexi
by
Smalltowndude
The Chase Family Arrives at Lolita Island
When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard. I would like to thank mr.longfello for his idea, recommendations, and permission for me to send the Chase family to Lolita Island. It turns out to be the perfect venue for their wedding and vacation.
Chapter 20
After landing in Sydney, Australia, the Chase family walked into the terminal and was met by a uniformed gentleman holding up a sign that read `Chase Family.' Walking over to him, David Chase introduced himself and the members of his family. The gentleman introduced himself as Jason Smythe, their pilot to take them the rest of the way to Lolita Island.
Walking to the baggage carousels where they picked up their luggage, they walked out to a waiting minivan and drove out to a private jet in a remote area of the airport. Loading the luggage into the hold of the plane, everyone boarded and settled in. The seats were of plush leather, and much wider than an airline's. They reclined all the way into comfortable beds, if needed.
Captain Smythe informed them that the last leg of their journey would only take about 3 hours. The lovely attendant took their drink orders and they buckled themselves in for takeoff. When they were airborne, their drinks arrived.
When the attendant left, David brought his family closer together. Lexi crawled on his lap and situated herself on his hardening cock. Bringing their heads together, David wanted to let his family know about Lolita Island.
"I'm thinking that you should know about Lolita Island. You should understand that the whole society of Lolita Island is different."
"How so, Daddy?"
"Well, you know how our family is and how much we love each other, right?" Lexi and his fiance Maggie nodded.
"You should know that the entire island's population is like our family. All of the families love each other like we do." David informed them to their wide-eyed responses. "Obviously, Lolita Island has an incredibly permissive society. All family members can make love to anyone else in their family, and it's legal. Anyone can get married to anyone they want, and it's legal. It doesn't matter who loves who. You'll see adults walking hand in hand with children. Of course these children will be lovers to their parents and relatives, just like Lexi is." David purposely neglected to mention the pedophile angle. He didn't want Lexi to assume the `guilt by association' thought. Although by all definitions, they were.
"We may see some unusual sights, and I would like all of us not to be critical of any relationships we find unusual or unique. Remember to think carefully what you're going to say before you say it. We will be guests of Mr. Sam Watson and Lyla. I don't want anything to happen to wear out our welcome and not be invited back. I also have to tell you that visiting Lolita Island is no easy feat. After a background check by the Society which is part of the governing body, and we're cleared, we are given visas to visit."
Directing his lesson to Lexi, "A visa sweetheart, is a document that a country issues that says a person can visit. And not everyone who wants to visit Lolita Island is able to. Mr. Watson kept a close eye on our background check and visa application to make sure that there were no snags and we were approved. From what he tells me, we won't ever regret taking the time and expense to travel to Lolita Island to visit."
The flight was uneventful and circling Lolita Island, the Chase Family gazed out the windows to see that it was a plush, green paradise consisting of a hotel, some tourist cabins made up to look like grass covered huts, and a couple of roads. There was also a small business district with a school and a church. A couple of buildings could be considered municipal buildings because yes, even with Society support and largesse, a local government was needed. They couldn't help but notice that many of the homes on the island weren't necessarily mansions, but they were substantial. The smaller homes were owned by upper middle class individuals who owned the shops and services to cater to the entire island's population. The Society wisely determined that they would do whatever they could not to put a strain on the island's resources.
Landing at Lolita Island, they noticed a state of the art airport tower and a small terminal. A sign on top of the terminal with large gold letters welcomed and informed visitors `Welcome to Lolita Island. Home of a Free Society.'
`A truly Free Society.' thought David. `It's too bad the rest of the world seems so fucked up.'
A hotel concierge met them, and because they were the only ones who arrived, naturally assumed that they were the Chase Family. David introduced himself and his family with a smile and a warm handshake. The concierge introduced himself as Thomas. Opening his arms wide, he proclaimed: "Welcome to Lolita Island. This is truly a paradise to visit and live. As you will see, we truly have a Free Society, much freer than you can possibly imagine. There is no crime here, so you can feel secure. The staff of the hotel will be at your beck and call, rest assured. Your luggage has been loaded, and I have transportation to the hotel waiting."
"How far is it to the hotel?" asked David.
"A little more than a quarter mile. May I ask why?" Thomas inquired.
"We've been sitting the better part of a whole day." Turning to Lexi and Maggie, "Would you mind if we walked?"
"Not at all sweetheart," Maggie responded. "It'll feel good to walk and get the kinks out."
"Just follow this path and you'll come up on the hotel," Thomas directed. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Sam Watson would like you to dine with him and Lyla this evening at the hotel. A reservation has been made."
"Okay, thank you very much Thomas. Please thank Mr. Watson and give him our regards. Off we go then."
With all holding hands, they set off up the path. After walking about halfway, they came upon a "hut" with a couple of visitors staying in it. Through the open window, they could hear the conversation. As it was sounding interesting, they all took a seat at a nearby picnic table to rest (and listen).
"Mom, I'm so sorry. This just isn't working! I'm such a loser at this!" which sounded like the wails of a young boy.
"Honey, don't you worry about a thing!" an older woman tried to reassure the child. "The reason it's not working, is because your penis is small. You're only 9 years old! As you get older, it'll get bigger, I promise!"
"That won't help us now," wailed the boy. "Mom, I really don't mind licking your pussy and clit to make you cum!"
At his last comment, Lexi and Maggie's eyes got real wide, and they looked at each other in amazement. He was only 9?
"I have another way you can make your mother cum," stated the older woman. "Here, let me turn over. You have cum in two of my holes, but you haven't cum in my third."
"Third? You only have two that I can use, Mommy. I want to make you cum again. So bad! I love how you taste!" moaned the boy.
"Well, thank you, sweetheart, but you haven't tried this hole yet." she said as she spread her butt cheeks to expose her beautiful pucker.
"Your butt hole, Mom? Are you serious? Won't that hurt?" asked the incredulous child.
"I can see that you and I need to have a conversation, young man." Turning onto her back with her turgid nipples pointing to the ceiling, "You have to know something about girls. Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, maam. I want to know about girls."
"Okay. Then you should know that - and this is very, very important - every girl was created and put on this earth to fuck. Every girl not only wants to fuck, but she needs it. Every girl has three holes for her man to use and cum in. Her mouth, her pussy, and strange as it may sound, her asshole," the boy's mother explained.
"Her asshole? Mom, you're not making fun of me, are you?" the boy jokingly asked.
Smiling, his mother said, "No son. I'm not making fun of you. And I'm serious. Many, many women like to be fucked in her butt. And I'm one of them, even though it's been months since your father fucked me there."
"Doesn't it hurt Mom?"
"Sweetheart, if the man is tender and loving to his woman, it is one of the most wonderful feelings a girl can experience. And girls have been able to cum from these wonderful feelings. So that's why I want you to fuck me in the butt. I want you to experience these feelings too. A girl's butt can be nice and tight for her man's cock. And a girl just loves the feeling of her man cumming in her butt. Will you believe me?"
"Mom, if you're serious, and you want me to fuck you in the butt, I will. I'm going on your word on this," stated the boy. "Why don't you give my pecker a nice suck so it'll be nice and hard for your butt?"
"Well, for one thing, your `pecker' is already nice and hard considering you came a little while ago. I'll give it a nice suck, and that'll give you the lubrication you need to get it into my ass. When you cum, you'll probably stay hard, so keep fucking me. I'll need to cum at least twice. Now let me turn over, and you can have my third hole."
A short time later, "Okay honey, let me spread my cheeks for you, and you slowly put your cock into my asshole. Now do it slowly, and if it hurts me, I'll let you know, and you can stop. Once I get used to the feeling, you can push more inside me."
"That feels nice, honey. Keep pushing, but do it slowly. Good. Oh, god! That feels so wonderful! Give me more, sweetheart! Get it all in!" moaned the boy's mother.
"Mommy! Your butthole is so tight! It feels incredible! Thank you for letting me do this! I love you so much, Mom. I'll always do this whenever you want me to! I promise! The boy groaned through gritted teeth. "Mom, it's not going to take long!"
The moans coming from his mom, sounded like she was furiously strumming her clit, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh her boy was frantically fucking her in the ass! "I'm going to cum, son! If you cum, don't stop fucking me! OOOOHHHNNNN! Yes, Yes, Yes!!! Billy, I love you so much! Keep fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
"I'm cumming too, Mommy! My god, I love you too, Mom! This is so hot! I could fuck you forever!"
Knowing that the ending was going to be a good one, David motioned to his girls that they should be going.
Quietly rising from the picnic table, they continued on their way to the hotel. "Well? What do you think so far, my lovely girls?" asked David.
Maggie sounded amazed. "Honey, you said the whole island is like this? I can just imagine that everyday life can be really hot here!"
Noticing that Lexi was listening, "That's right my love. Every family member can fuck any other family member, and it's legal. But of course, it has to be consensual. Rape isn't tolerated here, and the consequences can be severe."
Arriving at the hotel, they met Thomas, and he escorted them to the front desk so they could register. "Your belongings have already been taken up to your suite, Mr. Chase. Mr. & Mrs. Watson will meet you and your family in the dining room at 7:00. I hope you brought a jacket and tie with you. We're a bit formal here."
"Not to worry, Thomas. We'll be in proper attire. But thank you for letting me know." David responded.
Seeing a very familiar face in the lobby, David had to ask, "Um, Thomas. Isn't that...."
"Yes sir, it is. The former U.S. Secretary of State for George W. Bush's second term. Your discretion would be greatly appreciated."
"Not to worry about a thing, Thomas. What is seen and experienced on Lolita Island will stay on Lolita Island."
Gazing at the statuesque African-American woman, "The Russians were right. She does have lovely ankles," David joked. This brought a big smile to the concierge.
"I have to ask Thomas, who is that beautiful young girl with Madam Secretary?" David was wondering.
"She's the Secretary's niece. Or at least that's what we're told."
"Hmmm. I've wondered why she wasn't married. I guess I know now," David mentioned.
"We'll go up to our room now and rest awhile before dinner. It'll be nice to see Sam and Lyla. Should we go up ladies?" David asked.
"I sure could use a nap, Daddy. I'm really tired." Lexi said.
Taking her hand, and not thinking anything of it, "Then let's go, honey and take a nap," agreed Maggie.
Saying that their suite was luxurious would be an extreme understatement. Lolita Island knew how to take care of their guests! It was made up of two bedrooms (although only one will be used) with a huge king size bed in each. It had a complete kitchen with all the amenities including granite countertops and stainless steel appliances!
`Damn,' David thought. `I've got to call Doug and let him know not to install the countertops. We're going for granite.'
Taking off all of their clothes, the Chase Family laid down with David in the middle (their usual arrangement so Lexi or Maggie was within reach of David's 8" cock). But because they were all so tired, nobody reached for anything.
Waking up with an hour to get ready, David kissed both of his girls awake and told them that they had to be downstairs in an hour. "We have two showers. I would suggest that both of my beautiful women go first. That'll give you more time for your hair and makeup."
While the girls were in the showers, David just laid on the bed, thinking how lucky he was, and how much he had to thank Sam Watson for the wonderful idea, and his help getting them approval to visit Lolita Island.
Both of the girls came out with just a towel wrapped around their heads, nothing else. Admiring the stunning women, his cock got hard immediately, and it was noticed.
"Daddy, if we had the time, I would love for you to eat and fuck me. I'm getting horny seeing your cock stand up like that," his daughter moaned gazing with lust at her father's manhood.
"I know exactly what you mean sweetheart," moaned Maggie with an evident admiration for her man's equipment. "But we can't. Daddy has to get ready to meet his friend, as we do too."
When they were all ready to go down to the lobby and restaurant, David was wearing a navy blue double breasted blazer with dark tan slacks with a light blue dress shirt and a tie with yellow and dark blue horizontal stripes tied perfectly with a double Windsor knot.
Maggie was wearing one of her work blazers with a navy blue skirt. She wore only a thong under it. Her blouse had ruffles at the neckline and the cuffs which were exposed at the wrist. Getting a good feel of the permissiveness of Lolita Island society, she wore a shelf bra with her nipples protruding over the top, which could easily be noticed poking through her tightly fitting conservative blouse.
Lexi wore an off-white blouse with a deep V neck. As there were only 3 buttons from the bottom, it was quite a deep V. At the suggestion of her mother, she didn't wear a bra with her nipples rubbing against the fabric, keeping them nice and hard. Her light blue cotton skirt was loose fitting for comfort. Again, at the suggestion of her mother, she wasn't wearing underwear. Maggie accented Lexi's beautiful brown eyes with just a hint of smoky eye shadow to make her look more sultry.
"Good lord! You two are absolutely gorgeous!" David proclaimed, noticing the four nipples pointing at him.
Raising her skirt to show her father her perfect and moist pussy, Lexi said, "See Daddy? I want to be ready for you if you want me. Not to mention it's quite a bit cooler."
David complimented his daughter, "Your pussy is as beautiful as the rest of you, sweetheart. Your mother and I are so proud of you!"
Quickly glancing at Maggie, David raised his eyebrows a bit, and she smiled a conspiratorial smile. Their daughter was turning into the perfect slut for them at such a young age!
Walking into the lobby, the Chase family met Sam Watson and his lovely girls. The two men warmly embraced and shook hands. "Sam! It's so good to see you!" David exclaimed. "You haven't aged a bit since I saw you last! Even with your new responsibilities here on Lolita Island, you're looking great!"
"Dave! You're looking as buff as you always have! Thank you for the kind words. I have to tell you that life on Lolita Island is absolutely wonderful! Even though the work can be demanding, it's not so demanding that I don't have the time to relax at home with my girls! Which, by the way, I'd like to introduce you to Lyla (who was obviously very pregnant) and Maggie."
Shaking their hands, David introduced his girls, "Watson Family, I would like for you to meet my fiance Maggie, and our daughter Lexi." David couldn't help but notice that all eyes were on Maggie's chest before they went to her face.
Sam was quick with the compliments, "Dave, your girls are incredibly beautiful!" Taking David aside, "Please excuse me for asking, but I take it you're getting all of that daily?"
"To be honest Sam, yes I am. And both of those ladies love me with all of their hearts, minds, souls, and of course, bodies. And they love each other too. Believe me Sam. We're all very happy and satisfied. That's why I chose Lolita Island to come and marry Maggie. And because we brought Lexi, our wedding night is going to be incredibly hot. Oh, one other thing, Sam. I want to thank you very much for helping us get through the administrative obstacles in helping us get here."
"Anything for a friend, Dave. I'm sure you've seen that Lolita Island has the type of society we all prefer. So, please enjoy your visit, and if there's anything I or the girls can do for you or Lexi or Maggie, please let me know. Shall we go in? Our table is waiting."
The table was rather long, but narrow. It had a small bench seat on each side that 3 people could sit. The Chase Family was on one side, with the Watsons on the other.
Wanting to start the conversation, Maggie asked, "So what do you do on Lolita Island, Sam?"
Glancing at David as if he should have told her, Sam answered, "I'm the Island Administrator, Maggie. I just do the day to day business of the island. But, because I have an excellent staff, the island almost runs itself." Looking at his girls, "Unless it's an absolute emergency, I never let island business interfere with my home life."
Not quite understanding the whole situation, Lexi asked, "I'm sure you're very busy raising your daughters, aren't you Sam?"
At that the whole table giggled, leaving Lexi with a red face. Young Maggie answered in her British accent, "Lexi sweetheart, we're not Sam's daughters, we're his wives! Sam and I have 2 year old Robert at home with a babysitter, and Lyla's pregnant with Sam's daughter!"
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Obviously, I haven't been paying attention! Sam, Daddy said that on Lolita Island anybody could love anybody else in their family, and that anybody could marry anybody they wanted. But he never said that a person could have more than one wife or husband! Is this common here?"
Conversation stopped so everyone could place their order, which mostly consisted of seafood, as the fishing industry was alive and well in the unpolluted waters off Lolita Island.
"Actually, it is rather common here sweetheart," Sam answered. We took a lesson from the Mormons. You can have as many spouses you want, as long as you can afford to support them. In the time that you'll be spending here, you'll see many combinations of husbands and wives. You'll see husbands married to husbands, and wives married to wives. It doesn't matter who loves and marries who. They are all happily accepted."
Young Maggie and Lyla were so enamored with Lexi and was awe struck as to how beautiful she was. The child exuded sex! They could see that she was an incredibly sexual person at her age, as they were. It was almost as if they could smell her arousal! Being pregnant, Lyla decided she needed to pee.
Turning to her sister/wife, "Maggie, I have to go to the bathroom. Would you come with me?"
Knowing that there was a reason for her asking to accompany the pregnant child, young Maggie agreed.
When they got to the Ladies' room, Lyla cornered the young Maggie, and pushed her against the counter. Covering her mouth with her own, the two young teens searched each other's mouth with their tongues.
After the soul-searching kiss, Maggie had to ask, "Blimey Lyla! Are you alright? What's gotten into you?
It's that sexy little beautiful minx Lexi isn't it? You want to fuck her."
"My god, Maggie! I want her! I want her between my legs! You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, love. If she's going to end up with her head between your legs, she's going to be doing the same for me. All we have to do is figure out a way to get her alone. Do you think we should ask her father?"
After a brief thought, Lyla responded, "They may not be too used to things here on Lolita Island. We should probably ask and let him know that we'll be taking her somewhere. How about if we take her home on the pretext of introducing her to the baby? Rowena will be there, and maybe she might want to become involved too."
"My god! A hot 4-way with the hottest new visitor to the island. I can't wait! I'm so horny right now Maggie, I'm going to cum buckets! I hope she likes girls."
"Are you kidding? Didn't you see her mother? The woman was built for sex! Did you see her nipples? She really wants and needs it too! I'm sure both of them spend a lot of time with their heads between the legs of the other."
"We better get back to the table. My god! I'm so wet right now! You can't smell me, can you my love?" quietly asked Lyla.
"As a matter of fact, you can," giggled Maggie. "But it's a smell we've all come to love and know."
Making their way back to the table, Lyla sat next to Sam, and young Maggie sat next to Lyla. Surprised, Sam could detect the lovely aroma of young pussy. Leaning in, Sam whispered, "Are you horny, sweetheart?"
"As a matter of fact I am, my love," Lyla quietly whispered. Glancing at Lexi, Lyla asked David, "Mr. Chase, could Maggie and I take Lexi over to the house to meet the baby?"
David glanced at Sam and Sam discreetly raised his eyebrows and smiled. David then knew that there was more to going `to the house to meet the baby.' His fiance also detected the aromatic change, and when David looked at his stunning mate, she smiled and nodded. She knew that there was more than meets the eye too.
"Good. After dinner, we'll have the hotel take us home," young Maggie proclaimed.
The dinner proceeded with Sam telling his visitors all about Lolita Island, its history, social evolution, and society today. How it got to be the way it is, and the founders. He talked about The Society, but didn't elaborate too much on its dealings. He was very proud of the fact that Lolita Island was its own sovereign nation, and all of its income and expenses was for infrastructure improvements and offerings for the island's inhabitants. He was clearly a man who liked being in charge and could improve the island under his stead.
After dinner, the three young girls stood up, said their goodbyes, and walked out to the hotel lobby to catch their ride `back to the house.'
Their ride consisted of a small, motor-driven cycle with a back that could seat six, three on each side. The driver was in front. It was going to be a slow mile.
With all sitting on one bench seat, young Maggie took one side of Lexi, and Lyla took the other. Both of Sam's girls had a nice unobstructed view down Lexi's top to view her lovely `B' cup breasts with her very hard, protruding nipples. Both girls sat close to her. Very close.
When their trip started, Maggie put her hand on Lexi's leg, and the very pregnant Lyla put her hand on the other. Lexi glanced down with a surprised gasp, and realizing what the other young girls were telling her, relaxed and let her legs fall apart. Of course, both noticed and started to take advantage.
With the driver glancing in his rearview mirror occasionally, he adjusted it to improve his view. Both of the girls started to ease their hands up Lexi's legs toward her bare but getting-very-wet pussy. Lexi slowly parted her legs to give the girls easier access. The driver slowed down a bit.
Lexi turned to young Maggie, and cupping her chin, brought her mouth down onto the slightly older child's. Forcing her tongue down the girl's throat, it was a long and sensual kiss with the promise of much more to come.
Turning to the other side, Lexi brought her lips to those of the pregnant Lyla. Being horny as hell, Lyla put her arms around the young, hot visitor and crushed her with a tongue searching kiss. While Lyla was bringing her hand up higher on Lexi's thigh, Lexi started to pinch Lyla's engorged nipple which started to seep milk..
Meanwhile, the driver, looking in his rearview mirror was enjoying the show being put on by two hot 13 year olds, and an equally hot 14 year old.
Needless to say, he unzipped and let his engorged cock out and started stroking.
With both of the Watson girl's hands at Lexi's soaked snatch, the young visitor spread her legs as far as she could.
With Maggie stroking Lexi's wet slit, she slowly inserted one then two fingers into the child's soaked snatch.
Lyla found Maggie's hand busy with Lexi's pussy, so she found the wet, engorged clit, and started to rub.
Gasping, Lexi leaned back into the cyclo seat and let the girls have their way with her. The girl was so worked up, you could see where she dripped her secretions onto the floor! Noticing, Maggie and Lyla smiled and withdrew their hands much to Lexi's surprise. After licking their fingers clean, they did the rock, paper, scissors thing with Maggie winning.
Which was probably a good thing because Lyla was in no condition to kneel on the floor of a moving cyclo to put her mouth to the succulent source. Maggie positioned herself and brought her mouth in position to where she could receive the greatest amount of cum.
Meanwhile, Lyla had her hand inside Lexi's deep cut blouse squeezing her budding breasts and pinching her stiff nipples. The feelings were overwhelming the sex-crazed 13 year old! God! She loved this! Grabbing young Maggie's head, she pulled her mouth tighter against her drenched slit.
Getting close, Lexi made a loud moan and dropped her head back. Breathing heavily, the child started to pump her hips to get her clit into Maggie's mouth and keep it there. Licking madly, Maggie was going all out to get the youngster to cum! Lyla had unbuttoned Lexi's blouse and opened it all the way, to the delight of the stroking cyclo driver.
Sucking on one nipple and pinching the other and with Maggie doing her magic between Lexi's widespread legs, the child was getting so close! With her head shaking back and forth, and her moans becoming louder and louder, she began pumping her hips with more force!
"Oh, god! Don't stop! I'm getting close girls! I'm going to cum! Maggie, it's going to be a lot! Get ready!" For some reason, it never dawned on Lexi Chase that young Maggie would not want to drink her cum! As hot as the scene was and doing the things they were doing publically - after all, people could see what was going on as they rode past them - Lexi knew that she could squirt into Maggie's mouth! "AAARRRRGGGGHHHH," she screamed!
"Drink it, Maggie! Swallow my cum! ARRRAAARRRRGGGGGNNNN!! Oh fuck! Stop, honey! Stop! I'm too sensitive!" Shaken, empty, and exhausted, Lexi collapsed! With her skirt bunched up by her waist, and her blouse gaping open, the cyclo driver, witnessing what went on, was getting close too!
"We're here, ladies," he moaned loudly with his Australian accent. .
Rearranging her clothes and getting herself together, Lexi on wobbly legs, managed to step out with the help of the Watson girls.
Seeing that the cyclo driver still hadn't cum, all three girls stopped and watched as he stroked his hard 6" circumcised cock! Lexi was surprised to see someone stroking himself in public! As if something like this happened a lot on Lolita Island, Maggie was the first to respond.
"Come on, sir! Cum for us! Show us how much you can squirt! We'll sign for a big tip for you if you cum for us!" Maggie urged.
"Oh my god, I'm so close!" Nodding toward Lexi, "Open your shirt for me, sweetheart. Let me see your beautiful tits! Are your nipples hard?" Looking at Maggie, "You too, honey. Let me see your lovely tits!"
Lyla reached over and unbuttoned Lexi's shirt once again, then pulled Maggie's blouse open too! Not to be outdone, Lyla opened her blouse too exposing her enlarged breasts with the puffy nipples! Squeezing her nipples, milk seeped out!
"Is this what you wanted, sir? Look how hard our nipples are!" Lyla breathlessly informed the madly stroking driver. "Cum for us, sir! Do it!"
"Here you go, girls! It's for you! My cum is for you! AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" he let out a loud moan and squirted! And how he squirted! His cum hit the three girls and splattered on their dresses!
The girls loved it, and ooohed and aaahed over the squirting of such a strong stream! Reaching to get his clipboard, because the driver was in no condition to conduct business, Maggie signed for the fare and doubled it with the tip!
"Thank you for the show, sir. Your cock is absolutely lovely," and collecting some of his cum from her dress onto her finger, licked it clean! "And your cum is delicious! Have a nice evening!"
Hand in hand, the girls walked up the sidewalk to the Watson's large house knowing the cyclo driver was watching their perfect asses.
"My god!" Lexi exclaimed, "That was so hot! Is everybody on the island like that? Can they publically get themselves off like that?"
"Well," answered Lyla, "We're really not supposed to engage in sexual activities publically, but a lot of people push their luck. The Society sponsors a public orgy every three months thinking that will satisfy some people's needs to fuck in front of people, but it usually isn't enough. Public fucking is frowned on, but not enforced very much. If somebody complained about seeing a couple fucking, then the constabulary may do something. But as far as I know, nobody has ever complained. And you have to stop and think that Lolita Island was founded on the idea of sexual freedom."
"This may be a personal question, and you don't have to answer it, but are you two allowed to fuck other men and women? Does Mr. Watson let you?"
Maggie answered, "Sam doesn't like for us fuck other men, although we do during the quarterly orgies. But he doesn't mind us fucking women, and we usually do given the chance. That's why we wanted to do you. We wanted to see how far we could take you. And we have to admit, we took you to the limit!"
"God, yes!" declared the 13 year old visitor. "It was so hot to do it publically too! I wonder how many people saw Maggie with her head between my legs?"
Laughing, Maggie informed her new fuck mate. "I'm sure word has gotten all over the island by now that one of Sam Watson's wives was eating out her young friend." Arriving at the front door, "Here we are."
"Rowena! We're home!" announced Lyla.
"Sssssshhhhh," the baby sitter ran to the door and hushed the pregnant Lyla. "Robert is asleep. I kept him busy all evening, so he's nice and tired."
Rowena was a 15 year old mulatto from South Africa. Standing about 5' 2" with long, straight black hair, light blue eyes with long lashes, full, kissable cock-sucking lips, and a light brown complexion, she wasn't only unique looking, but she was also drop dead beautiful! She was slim, but had a gorgeous bubble butt and C cup breasts. About five years ago, she and her 35 year old "father" came to Lolita Island to live the good life. Back in South Africa, he made his fortune as a solicitor, and heavy investments in European blue chip companies during the Great Recession which have paid off handsomely. He discovered her living on the streets of Johannesburg. Even now, mixed race children are frowned on in South Africa, and are unwanted. Rowena's father saw the error of South African society and adopted the lovely child and brought her to Lolita Island. Totally sexually liberated, she is more than happy with her newly found life, and she loves her father more than anything else in the world. And proves it daily.
"Rowena! You weren't playing with his cock, were you? He's only two!" jokingly admonished Maggie.
The sitter's face turned a deep red, but she didn't answer. She didn't have to.
"Rowena, I'd like to introduce you to a visitor to Lolita Island, Alexa Chase," Lyla introduced.
Looking at Lexi's form and body blatantly, the sitter took Lexi's hand and squeezed and welcomed the child to the Island. "My god, aren't you beautiful?" the 15 year old exclaimed.
"She's not only beautiful Rowena, but she tastes delicious!" Maggie exclaimed. Raising Lexi's loose fitting dress, the child's glistening pussy came into view.
"Turn around Lexi, and show Rowena your beautiful butt." Maggie instructed.
Lexi was shocked that Maggie would show her cunt and ass to a perfect stranger, but remembering what her father said about seeing and experiencing new things, she remained stoic and just turned a bit red while she turned her body to show off her flawless and lovely cheeks.
"My god, you certainly are gorgeous, Lexi," enthused the sitter. "Should we all go to the living room where we can get more comfortable?"
Once in the living room, "Lexi, why don't you just stand there, and let us give you a proper welcome to Lolita Island. Now close your eyes." instructed the beautiful mulatto.
Lexi closed her eyes and stood still, anxiously waiting what was going to happen. Her pussy was becoming very wet.
Feeling somebody unbutton the three buttons on her shirt, it was spread open. And remember, her mother recommended that she not wear a bra. Taking the shirt tails out of her skirt, it was taken down her arms and let fall to the floor. Properly trained, Lexi brought her hands behind her, and arched her back.
Rowena looked at the Watson girls and raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Very good, Lexi. Show us your tits. Show us how hard your nipples are." Rowena unbuttoned her skirt, and it too dropped to the floor. Lexi stepped out of it.
Cupping the visitor's protruding breasts, Lexi gasped as her nipples were being pinched and twisted, keeping her hands behind her.
Rowena's pussy was getting even more saturated, given what she was doing before the girls arrived. With Lexi beginning to breathe heavily and with her eyes still closed, Rowena leaned in and put her mouth on the younger girl's. Lexi opened her mouth to allow the older girl's tongue access and moaned when she felt a tongue try and go down her throat. Her arms went around Rowena's waist and neck and she pulled her close for more.
Seeing the action between the two girls, the Watson wives thought they should get involved too. Both wrapped their arms around the kissing couple, and started to remove Rowena's clothing. Soon, both girls were naked and getting more turned on rubbing their nubile bodies against each other. Rowena's C cups and hard nipples were rubbing against Lexi's B cups and engorged nipples. The feeling was electric for the two and they pressed harder. Pussies were dripping onto the carpeted floor.
Finally, Rowena and Lexi stopped kissing long enough to turn their attention to Maggie and Lyla. All of the girls were kissing each other with open tongue-searching mouths, with the Watson wives were being disrobed.
After all were nude, Rowena lowered herself to the floor pulling all of the girls with her. Rolling on top of Maggie, with Lexi and Lyla locked in a lesbian embrace, things were beginning to get interesting. Working her way down Maggie's body, Rowena sucked on turgid nipples on her way to a drenched, succulent pussy. Finally getting her head between Maggie's legs, she started to lap up all of the juices dripping from her into her asshole. Maggie swung her upper body to get under the soaked slit of Lexi. Not to be left out, Lyla lowered her pregnant body onto Lexi's mouth.
A hot four-way resulted with the sounds of sighs, moans, and slurping prevalent throughout the large room. And very soon, the enticing aroma of soaked pussy permeated the air. Young girls engaged in a daisy chain of sucking, licking and fingering was producing the desired results of squirting orgasms, moans, and screams.
Standing in the doorway, Sam Watson and David Chase were watching the girl-child orgy with great interest.
"It looks like we got here just in time," whispered Sam. "I'm thinking that I'd like to fuck the baby sitter. How about you, Dave?"
"As enticing as it sounds Sam, when the girls are finished with Lexi, I'd like to take her back to the hotel and fuck the holy hell out of her. She's always been horny enough that she's always ready for another round of hot and dirty sex."
"I don't blame you," Sam admitted. "She's one of the most beautiful girls I've ever laid eyes on, not to mention your stunning fiance. And for a 13 year old, Lexi seems to be quite the slut. That's a compliment, by the way."
"To be honest Sam, my Maggie and I have been working to make our lovely Lexi into the perfect slut for us. And she's come a long way. She lives for Maggie's head between her legs, and my cock anywhere in her body. And my beautiful Maggie is turning into every much a slut as Lexi. Both girls will spread their legs for me anytime, anywhere, and anyhow I want. Which I'm sure you've trained your wives the same way."
"Absolutely, Dave. This is why I love living on Lolita Island so much. And if the family is permissive enough, all anybody has to do is ask the head of the household if any other member of the household can be used," explained Sam.
"I don't think we're quite there, Sam. Lexi and Maggie can get all of the girl on girl action they want, but they've informed me on numerous occasions that the only cock they want it mine, and I certainly won't argue."
Upon hearing one last orgamic scream from each youngster, Dave and Sam walked in. "This is a very enticing sight ladies," exclaimed Sam. Beginning to remove all of his clothes, his rock hard cock was noticed immediately by the horny girls.
"Rowena, come up on the couch and spread your legs for me. I've always wanted to fuck you," ordered Sam.
Getting herself into position, the 15 year old baby sitter spread her legs and brought her knees up. "Come on, Mr. Watson. Make me cum again. Fuck me hard, please. I need to cum again!"
When Sam drove his stiff cock into the teen, and listening to her moan, Dave almost wasn't going to leave. But he still wanted to get his Lexi back to the hotel so he could fuck her and his fiance. "Get dressed, sweetheart. We're going back to the hotel," he told his daughter. "We still have to finish the arrangements for the wedding."
On their way to the street where they could flag down a cyclo, Lexi was afraid that she did something her father didn't want her to do. "Daddy, are you mad at me?"
"Not at all, sweetheart. The Watson girls were gracious enough to ask if you could go with them. I knew where you were, so I wasn't concerned. And the way the Watsons were looking and admiring you, your mother and I had an idea as to what would probably happen."
"Thank you, Daddy. But to think of it, I never met the baby. Do you think that it was just a way for them to get me alone with them? Sneaky aren't they?"
Not believing her naivet, her father had to agree. "Yes, sweetheart, seeing the baby was just an excuse to get you alone with them. You really don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all. I'm glad they got your permission first. Otherwise, I may not have been so comfortable with them."
Flagging down a passing cyclo, it took them back to the hotel and as David and his sexually aroused daughter
stepped out, Lexi asked, "Daddy, could we go for a walk on the beach? You and I haven't had very much alone time lately."
"That's a great idea, sweetheart. I'm sure your mother is still working on the details for the wedding."
Taking her hand in his, as they were walking to the beach, his stunning daughter wrapped her other arm around his, clinging to him.
"Are you alright honey?" Dave asked.
"I'm great, Daddy. I just want everyone who sees us to know that you belong to me, and they better keep their hands off you!"
Walking closely, David just smiled. "And I want everyone who sees us to know that you belong to me! We're a loving family, just like everybody else here on Lolita Island."
Walking around a sand dune, they noticed a couple. "Daddy, ssshhhhh. Look!" the wide eyed child pointed.
It wasn't a couple, really. It was actually three people. And they were all naked males. The oldest (father, husband?) was pumping his rock hard cock madly into the ass of a young boy (son, lover, husband?) who was thoroughly enjoying himself and was pushing back, trying to get as much cock into him as possible. Above the gentleman, was another boy (son, lover, husband?) fucking his elevated ass. The moans and gasps sounded very erotic and Lexi's young cunt became wet yet again this day.
"Come on, sweetheart. We shouldn't interrupt the great times they're having," David recommended.
"God, Daddy. You were right! Anything goes on Lolita Island, doesn't it? But having a nice hard cock in your ass is epic! I can see why they were working so hard to cum!"
Lexi's level of acceptance and socially tolerant views impressed her father very much. "I'm glad you think so, honey. As I said before, there are many combinations of people who make up families. I'm sure you just saw one of them."
Walking farther up the beach, they heard moaning and gasping coming from behind some brush. Before father and daughter was out of earshot, they could hear an older man's voice, "Come on son. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Cum in my ass! I need to feel you cum in me!"
"God, Dad. Your ass is so tight! I love it and I love you so much!" what sounded like an adolescent boy moaning.
"Dad, I'm going to cum!"
"Give it me son! I need it!"
"Here it comes, Dad! AAAARRRGGGNNNN!"
"Oh god! Thank you son! I love feeling you cum in me!"
"You haven't cum Dad! Turn over so I can suck your cock! I want you to cum in my mouth!"
David motioned Lexi for them to continue on.
"My god, Daddy! This whole island is horny! I can't believe it!" Lexi quietly exclaimed. "My pussy is so wet right now!"
"I know, sweetheart. My cock is so hard, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to fuck you before we head back to the hotel. I need to cum!" David informed his daughter. "Let's head a bit further from the water and start back to the hotel."
On their way back, behind an outcropping of rock, they heard the soft squeals of a woman getting royally fucked! "Oh fuck! You feel so good, sweetheart! eeeeaaarrrrgghh! God, keep fucking me! I need to cum again!"
Stealthily walking around the rocks, Lexi and her father spied a nude middle aged woman with large breasts and very pronounced nipples bouncing up and down on a young boy's cock! "Fill my ass sweetheart! Don't cum yet, honey! I'm so close! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Keep fucking my ass! AAARRRRGGGGNNNNEEE," squealed the (mother? wife?).
"Mom, I'm cumming too! God! Your ass is so tight! I love how it squeezes my cock! AAAAGGGGHHNNN!"
Coming out from behind the rocks, Dave and Lexi started to strip!
"I'm sorry you two, but hearing you, my daughter and I have to fuck! Please forgive us for interrupting!"
Surprised, the mother/son couple just laid in their euphoria, and watched as David laid down on his back, and Lexi straddled her father, slowly inserting his hard circumcised 8" into her soaked pussy! Putting her weight on it, she slowly slid down until her father had fully stuffed her quivering quim!
"Oh Daddy! I need this so much! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Lexi moaned bouncing on her father's cock.
"Turn around honey! I want access to your asshole!" ordered David.
Slowing turning around so he didn't slip out of her, Lexi got into position and started bouncing again! After she established a rhythm, she leaned forward offering her asshole to her father!
"God Mom! That is so hot! She's almost as horny as you!" the child joked.
Licking his middle finger, David slowly inserted it into his daughter's fine ass! "Oh fuck, Daddy! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!"
Glancing over to the interrupted couple, David could see that the boy was getting hard again, and his mother had both hands between her legs furiously strumming her clit and fucking herself! He couldn't help but wonder if this was the same mother/son couple they heard when they first arrived on the island.
"Mom, my cock is hard again. Give me your asshole! I need to cum again! Come on and sit on my cock!"
Rising and turning around so she could watch the two strangers, the mother lowered herself. When she could feel her son's cock knocking at her puckered door, she reached around her and spread her ass cheeks and lowered herself all the way. "Oh god! It feels so good! Fuck me sweetheart! I need to cum again too!"
With an incredibly beautiful 13 year old child with long, flowing hair swinging about madly bouncing on the large cock of a middle aged man, and a middle aged slender, huge breasted woman getting ass fucked, with her hand between her legs furiously stroking her clit, and bouncing on her young son's cock, it was a scene straight out of a porno!
Admiring David's large cock slipping effortlessly in and out of his child, the mother gasped, "You wouldn't mind using that on me, would you?"
"Sorry honey. My daughter and fiance would have a shit fit if I fucked another woman!" It would be nice though. Thank you for asking," David responded through clenched teeth. He did not want to cum before his lovely daughter!
"Daddy, I'm going to cum! Cum in me, Daddy! I want to feel you squirt! AAARRRGGGHHNNNNEE!" shaking uncontrollably, the child squirted her girl-cum all over her father's groin! So much so, it ran down his sides and onto the ground!
"At last sweetheart! I'm cumming too! It's all for you my love! AAAARRRRRGHGHG!" David came so hard, it hurt! "Stop honey! Stop! I can't take it anymore!"
"Oh fuck, that is so hot! A father fucking his own daughter! Don't cum yet, son! I'm going to cum again! AAGGGHHHHNN!" she moaned. "Cum in me honey! Cum inside your mother! I need it!"
"Here it comes, Mom! My god! Your asshole is so tight! Take it Mom! AAARRRRGGGHHHNNN! I love you so much!" After the boy came, both just stayed still until they could recover from their strong orgasms! There was so much cum, you could see the creampie seep out of her asshole!
With Lexi laying on top of her father enjoying the euphoric feelings of a freshly fucked girl and watching the mother/son couple culminate their fuck, she was so happy to have the father she did. Sliding up so her face was level with his, she brought her mouth down onto his and opened for his tongue!
"I love you so much, Daddy. Thank you for loving me like you do. You are my dream come true!"
Getting up and walking to where their clothes were discarded onto the ground, the woman gasped at the sight of David's cock. It wasn't even hard, and it swung side to side hitting his thighs when he walked!
"My fiance and I will be getting married the day after tomorrow. You and your son are invited. Hope you two can make it! Bye for now!" and they walked back to the hotel.
Back in their room, Maggie asked, "Where in the world have you two been?"
Seeing the satisfied, freshly fucked look on Lexi, "Never mind. I have an idea," she smiled at them.
"I've been working with Father McLeary on getting the wedding ceremony down. The reception hall has everything under control, as does the florist and photographer.
"We're having everything photographed?" asked David.
"Yes, why shouldn't we? Don't worry my love. He lives on the island and has photographed many weddings. He's going to download everything onto a CD so we can take all of our pictures home.
"Hmmmm," thought David aloud. "I'm looking forward to seeing them."
"Should we get ready for bed? Lexi and I are really beat," he said with a twinkle in his eye, ogling his now nude beautiful blonde, 36D-24-34 fuck mate with her waxed, smooth, glistening pussy, light brown areolas, and the protruding, pert, suckable nipples.
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Daddy Aquires Lexi
by
Smalltowndude
Lexi's dreams finally come true
I would like to thank an excellent writer on this site for inspiring me and editing some of my stories. When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard.
Chapter 8
Arriving at the apartment complex, I hurriedly parked the car, opened the door, and being the gentleman that I am, started to run around to the other side to help the ladies out. Before I got to it, the passenger door flew open, and Maggie quickly got out. Pulling the child behind her, Lexi emerged with flushed cheeks and labored breathing. Slamming the door, both girls ran up to the apartment and waited for me to come and unlock the door. Lexi was holding on to Maggie's arm with a frantic look on her face.
"Daddy, hurry up!" she yelled almost jumping up and down in her aroused state. Maggie was bending down and I would assume, whispering obscene suggestions into Lexi's ear.
Unlocking the door, the girls ran inside and into my youngster's room. I went into my bedroom and kicked off my shoes and removed my socks. When we were all together, I wanted to give the girls a good show. My cock was so hard, it hurt.
Meanwhile, Maggie instructed the panting adolescent to take off her dress. When Lexi quickly removed her dress, Maggie could see that the pad in her panties did nothing to soak up the copious quantities of juices that were being leaked all evening. Dropping to her knees, Maggie could see the soaked material, and when she removed the pad, could see how soaked and swollen the child's labia was. She slowly started to pull them down with the young girl doing what she could to hasten the process. "Oh god, Mommy! I'm so horny, I'm going crazy! I need to cum! I need Daddy to make me cum! Hurry! I need to get my clothes off!"
"Ok, honey. But keep your bra on, but lower it a little so your daddy can see your hard nipples better when he comes in. Hold on. Let me wipe your pussy. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. God! You're so wet! I love the way you smell! I should talk! I'm just as soaked as you are! Now put these on, honey. Remember, we want to drive your daddy wild!" she said handing Lexi the crotchless thong.
Slipping it on, Lexi felt her labia protruding through the material. Standing in front of her mirror, the young teen saw what her daddy was going to see. "Maggie, I'm dripping again! God, I need Daddy to fuck me! Play with my pussy, Maggie! Please!" In her aroused state, the horny youngster didn't know to call Maggie by her name or her new endearing title!
"I can't, my sweet horny one," Maggie softly responded. "Your daddy wants to be the one to make you cum, so he gets your body. He'll be able to smell your juices and see how wet you are. He'll be so pleased and proud of you! He'll see how ready you are for your first fuck! Now, let me get ready for the both of you."
Maggie quickly shed her dress, then her open tipped bra, exposing her luscious 38D breasts and hard nipples, to the awe of the young teen. Pulling down her sopped panties, "you can see that the pad didn't do me much good either, can't you?" she said, handing the soaked panties to the adolescent. Lexi drew the panties to her mouth and licked the juices from the crotch, then stuffed the gusset in her mouth and sucked, getting as much of the lady juice as she could. With her lust needs, she couldn't help it and was getting herself worked up even more!
Pulling out a teddy and after wiping her drenched slit, Maggie donned a pair of transparent red crotchless thongs. Next, she slipped on a matching red transparent waist length top that loosely tied at the neck but hung wide open in an inverted V, draped delicately almost covering her substantial breasts and hard nipples. Maggie's juices started running down her thighs again. Both horny girls were barefoot.
"Ok, hold still now, beautiful girl. Let me touch up your make up a little," Maggie said putting just a little lip gloss on Lexi's perfectly shaped lips. "My god, you are so sexy, sweetheart, and so turned on! Your daddy is going to love smelling your cunt. And your nipples are so hard! Ok, my young, horny one, call your daddy in for your first fuck!"
Looking at Maggie's tits and nipples, putting her arms behind her, and arching her back, Lexi called out, "Daaadddy, you can come in now!"
Walking into Lexi's room appearing nonchalant, with my heart and cock throbbing mercilessly, the smell of the aroused women permeated throughout the room. I stopped and openly admired Maggie's incredible body and beauty. Her cunt was oozing her natural lubricant. Her nipples were so hard! Then, there was Lexi. Our just turned 13 year old child sex goddess. I was not discreet in admiring my daughter's glistening pussy with her juices running down her thighs, and her small breasts and hard nipples she was displaying over her shelf bra and offering to me. Both girls were fixated on my hard 8 inches, which could be discerned through my pants, and their breathing quickened. I lifted my chin a bit and inhaled. Looking at both girls, I commented, "I love how you both smell. I can smell your drenched pussies from here. I can't wait for both of you to soak me in your cum. I need it as much as you do."
"Lexi, sweetheart, come here," I commanded. She approached me with her back still arched and nipples pointing at me over the top of her bra, with lust on her face and want in her eyes. I waited for her to get to me and I put my arms around her. Pressing my hard cock against her midriff, she put her arms around me and pressed her nipples against me, and began rubbing her chest back and forth. Raising her face to mine, I bent over and pressed my lips to hers. Opening her mouth, my tongue went in as deeply as it could. My daughter started to rub her crotch against me while I unhooked her bra. We let it drop to the floor.
Leaving my wanting daughter breathless, I pulled away. Lexi noticed that my gaze went to her hard nipples. Stepping back, I looked down and I could see that the front of my pants were wet, outlining my hard cock, courtesy of my incredibly aroused daughter! How cool is that? Who would have thought? Not wanting to waste an erotic opportunity, I motioned for Maggie to come forward. Gazing at her beautiful tits, I told them both "My beautiful ladies, take off my clothes."
Being the horny one she was, my daughter, with shaking hands and great anticipation, started to undo my belt and my pants. My incredibly built and accommodating woman Maggie, came up to me and unbuttoned my shirt, whispering extremely dirty things in my ear. She was asking me if I could smell my daughter's soaked cunt. Did I notice her hard nipples? I turned my head to her, and grabbing her to hold her close, I crushed her mouth with mine. Hers opened, and I pushed my tongue as far as I could almost going down her throat. I squeezed and felt her lovely butt cheeks. I pushed aside the string running up her crack and rimmed her lovely asshole with my finger, indicating things to come. Maggie pushed back letting me know her wants. Meanwhile, my lolita had my pants unbuttoned and was pulling them down, exposing the outline of my hard cock still in my briefs.
After my kiss with my Maggie, I pulled my intensely aroused daughter up, and put my mouth on hers. Right away, her hand grabbed hold of my hard shaft, but on the outside of my shorts. Not being good enough for her, she worked her hand into the waistband of my briefs finally encircling my rock hard cock with her dainty hand.
"Oh my god! At last! Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!" sobbed my breathtakingly beautiful and incredibly aroused daughter. "Daddy, you know how long we've wanted to do this. You know how badly I've wanted you to do this with me! You've always known how much I've needed you to fuck me! How much I need your cock in me! I'm soaked for you! Please Daddy, fuck meeeee!"
Meanwhile, Maggie was caressing and stroking Lexi's butt cheeks and running her fingers up and down her crack, and teasing her hole. Taking her hand off my cock, Lexi quickly pulled my underwear down, and I stepped out of them. So, picture this: My stunning Maggie is still wearing her transparent, red teddy with a soaked crotchless thong, her nipples so hard, she may have well been naked. But my god! What a turn on! Lexi is only wearing her crotchless thong, with both girl's juices running down their thighs, and nipples standing proudly, and me standing there stark naked with my 8 inch circumcised cock with a purple head at full attention and so hard, it was hurting.
Picking my daughter up in my arms, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and nuzzled into me, breathing heavily. I walked over to the bed. Laying her gently on the towels she and Maggie thoughtfully laid out, she did what came naturally to her and spread her legs for me. Her labia sticking out of her thong was glistening. The thong was drenched. I put my hand out to Maggie who ran to me and put her right arm around my waist, and wrapped her left hand around my cock.
"Daddy, I'm so proud of you finally making her dreams come true! You're finally going to fuck her!" Maggie whispered excitedly in my ear. "I'm so envious of our daughter!"
"Don't worry, my beautiful little one, after Lexi has had her fill, so to speak, you're next. But after I fuck our daughter, I want you to lick my cum out of her pussy. I'm sure you won't have a problem with that, will you?" I whispered back.
"Oh my god, no! I want to! I need your cum as much as Lexi! And I'll get it any way I can!" Maggie eagerly responded, loud enough for our daughter to hear.
"Now take Lexi's hands so she can't frig herself. I'm going to give her one thing she's always wanted," I whispered.
Laying on the bed with her legs spread, emitting an endless stream of pussy juices, her hips pumping looking for something to fuck, and her hair fanned out on her pillow, our 13 year old daughter was THE personification of a wanton, uninhibited, slut. It's just the way I wanted her. Maggie, with her transparent red teddy still on, but with the hardest I've ever seen her nipples was breathing heavily, sat above Lexi's head, leaning against the headboard with a bent leg on either side of her head, exposing her soaked labia to me, and grabbed the child's hands, anxiously watched what I was going to do next.
I kneeled on the bed beside Lexi's head with my painfully hard cock. She turned her head, and automatically opened her mouth. With her eyes fixed on my cock, she inched her head closer to me. I didn't move, making her do all of the work. If she wanted my ultimate gift, she was going to have to do all the work to get it.
Finally close enough, my sexy adolescent daughter opened her mouth more and wrapped her luscious lips around the head of my cock. "MMmmmm," she moaned, looking up at me. I can only say that nothing is more erotic and stimulating than seeing your cock in the mouth of a horny, eager, young and beautiful adolescent girl. Working her mouth up and down, trying to get her gift, I had to do something to slow her down so I could enjoy the forbidden feelings. And to let her too. She shook her hand loose from Maggie, and wrapped her arm around me trying to get more in her mouth, and ultimately, down her throat. It seemed she couldn't get enough!
Removing her mouth from my throbbing cock, "Daddy, this is what I've dreamed about for soooo long. This is what I'm here to do for you, among other things," she moaned. "Please cum for me! Please cum in my mouth! I need it!"
Renewing her efforts, she pulled my cock as far in her mouth as she could before she gagged. Looking at me, she worked as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. "Sweetheart, take it slow," cautioned Maggie. "You'll be able to get it all down your throat if you keep trying, but work it in slowly. When your daddy's cock is at your throat, swallow, and it'll go in."
Soon enough, Lexi learned to control her gag reflex, and get all of my cock in her mouth. Oh my god in heaven! It was the most incredible feeling I've ever experienced! Working on sucking me with renewed vigor, I knew that I wasn't going to last long.
"Lexi, I'm going to cum soon! Don't stop sucking my cock! Keep it up!" I anxiously told her. I looked up at Maggie who, with a wild look in her eyes, was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples with her pussy gushing her juices. God! What a sight! Lexi's head was now bobbing up and down frantically trying to get me to cum! Her hips were pumping up and down just as frantically!
"Oh shit! I can't hold back any longer! I'M GOING TO CUM! HERE IT COMES, SWEETHEART! SUCK IT! AAARRRRRGGGGHHHH" I grunted, fucking her mouth. As horny as I've been the last couple of days, and watching what had taken place earlier this evening, I was ready for relief! I pumped rope after rope after rope of cum in her mouth!
"Don't swallow it honey!" Maggie reminded the horny child. "Keep it all in your mouth! When your daddy's finished cumming, we want you to show us all you've got before you swallow it!"
When I finally finished ejaculating in my daughter's mouth, I helped Lexi sit up. "Okay, honey," Maggie instructed, "Show us what your daddy has given you!"
Her mouth full of my cum, our wanton, horny girl slowly opened her mouth, careful not to let any leak out. It was absolutely full! Turning her head, she showed Maggie what I had given her. Looking at me, Maggie raised
her eyebrows slightly in question. Knowing what she was asking, I nodded. "Okay honey," my horny wet lady told our little lolita. "You may now swallow your daddy's ultimate gift. And be very grateful for his gift. It's very precious."
Turning back to look at me, with a look of gratitude and wonder, and lust in her eyes, my child swallowed my entire load in two gulps. "Daddy, your cum is sooooo delicious! I know I'll never get enough!"
"Now lay down on your back, sweetheart, and spread your legs. I want to give you another treat." I instructed.
"Lovely Maggie, please take hold of Lexi's feet and hold her legs apart and keep them up for me. Her pussy is mine, and after tonight, it will always be mine."
"Yes, Daddy. Make her yours," she whispered.
"No my love," I corrected. "My mistake. Actually, she's going to be ours. Do you have a problem with that our lovely daughter? Would you have a problem belonging to both of us?"
"No Daddy. I want to belong to both of you! It will make our family complete! You both can have me anytime you want! I'll do anything for the both of you! Anything!" Lexi softly said tears forming in her eyes.
Maggie and I looked at each other with wonder and love. Our little lolita will do anything she can to mold our family and to keep it together! Tears formed in our eyes as well. Not wanting to lose the moment, I lowered my head to put my lips on my daughter's and gave her the most meaningful kiss I could. I leaned over Lexi toward Maggie and she leaned toward me and we sealed Lexi's promise with a kiss of our own.
Afterwards, I kissed and licked and sucked on Lexi's nipples keeping them nice and hard. Spreading her legs more with Maggie's help, I could discern her aroma as I worked my way lower. Lexi, knowing what was coming, was helping, as she was pushing my head toward her seeping pussy. I reached up and took hold of her drenched thong and pulled it down. As she lifted her ass, I worked it down and off of her feet. Now, she was completely naked. A condition that I would always require her to be while she was home with just Maggie and me.
"Oh god, Daddy. Please! Make me cum! I need this so bad! Eat me! Suck my pussy, please!" the child moaned.
Now lying between her pumping legs, I was gazing at her drenched cunt. It seemed to be dilating, wanting something inside. And, oh my god! How she smelled! Our daughter produced a smell that was absolutely intoxicating! I knew it was one I would never get tired of!
"I can smell your soaked pussy, my beautiful girl. It smells so good! I could smell it tonight at the restaurant too. It was driving me wild. I couldn't wait to get my tongue in you and have you cum in my mouth," I softly informed my little lolita.
Her juices had run all over her thighs. Those were the first I licked up. Heaven! The taste was of our beautiful, adolescent daughter! The daughter whom I would always love and cherish! Working closer to the source of the nectar, I reveled in the intoxicating environment.
"Daddy! Please! You're driving me crazy! Eat me! Please!" Lexi pled. I looked up at Maggie, and she was looking at me with a wild look of lust, biting her lip.
After cleaning up her juices on her legs & thighs, I zeroed in on her drenched, dilated pussy. Lexi reached down between her legs and spread her labia for me. "Do it, Daddy. I need to feel your tongue! Please, Daddy! Eat me! Lick me!" she panted. This was such an erotic sight. Maggie was holding Lexi's legs up, almost bending her in half offering me her drenched pussy. My cock was waking up at the sight.
Licking closer and closer to the soaked treasure, I was driving our daughter even more insane with lust, want and need. Pumping her hips, I had to hold her down so I could get my mouth where it needed to be. With her holding her slit open for me, I lightly ran my tongue up its length.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Lexi screamed. "YES! PLEASE DON'T STOP, DADDY! I HAVE TO CUM! MAKE ME CUM!"
Dipping my tongue deeper in her luscious cunt, I scooped up her prodigious secretions. My god! This is what I've needed for so long, and didn't even realize it! It just felt so right, society be damned! Lord knows our daughter needed this as much as I did!
Lifting my head, I looked at our adolescent teen who was watching me with wild eyes! "I just want you to know that we love you so much, sweetheart," I told her and included Maggie, to perpetuate the idea that we're family now. "We're going to make you the happiest girl in the world! I promise!"
Getting the hint, Maggie pulled back on Lexi's legs more to expose not only her soaked cunt, but her lovely asshole. Jesus! This was like a smorgasbord to a starving man! I had no choice but to sample everything on my plate!
"Give your daddy your pussy, sweetheart," she encouraged softly. "You'll be surprised what he can do with it. We love you, honey. Spread your pussy for him! Give it to him!"
I plunged my tongue back in, licking like I was dying of thirst! Her juices were running into her asshole, and of course, I had to retrieve them. I licked her asshole and started to tongue fuck her!
"Oh, Daddy! That feels so good! I had no idea! Do what you want with me, Daddy! I'm yours and Maggie's to do with whatever you want! Just make me cum! Please!" Lexi panted.
From my vantage point, I glanced up to Maggie who looked at me with a look of lust and a knowing smile. We were on our way to molding our very own adolescent fuck slut! But of course, she was our daughter, and we would love her to the ends of the earth! I could only hope that she could take it!
Pushing my tongue in her asshole as far as it would go, I had to dip my nose in her soaked snatch. As long as I held my breath, I had no problem. Given her production capability, I didn't need to drown. But, I had to get back to the main course! I raised my mouth back to her beautiful pussy and started to lick. I started to make contact with her engorged clit when I ran my tongue up the length. This caused our little lolita to make the cutest little jerks and try and spread her legs more, panting and moaning, while rubbing her nipples.
Now, digging in with my tongue and a no-holds-barred feast of young pussy, I captured her clit between my lips and ran my tongue over it, driving our sexy Lexi wild! While she was pumping wildly, squeezing her nipples, moaning and egging me on, I licked my index finger, and slowly worked it up her perfect little asshole. Getting the tip in, I stopped and let her adapt. This was driving her even more wild! I started to slowly work it in deeper, taking it out and each time, pushed in just a bit deeper than the last. Soon, my entire finger was fucking her tight, but now slightly dilated asshole.
Moaning and tossing her head from side to side, her long full hair spreading around her, was adding to the stimulation of the scene. "God, Daddy! You're driving me crazy! That feels so good! Do it, please! Finger fuck my asshole! I love it! Another, Daddy! Add a finger! Use two! Fill me up!"
Taking my finger from her ass, I wet my middle finger along with licking the index finger that just came from her ass, pushed both of them tightly together, and slowly worked them in. Taking it very slow, Lexi wasn't having it. She wanted them both in her butt, and right now!
"Come on, Daddy! Do it! I can take it! Finger fuck my butt! I want to feel them both in meeee! Pleeease!" our soaked uninhibited daughter moaned. "Fuck meee!"
I pumped both fingers in and out of her ass while I munched on her clit. I knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and that when she came, it was going to be a huge one. "Daddy, I'm getting close! I've had to cum all day! It's going to be a lot, Daddy! Please don't stop!" Lexi was panting. I thought she was going to hyperventilate! Pumping her hips, forcing her clit in my mouth, I started to lightly chew on it.
Licking and capturing and stimulating our daughter's clit like my life depended on it, she was getting close. Shamelessly pumping her hips, Lexi was moaning and crying with gasps of sexual need. "Daddy, I'm almost there! Eat me! Don't stop! Fuck me!"
Pumping my fingers rapidly in and out of her butthole, I munched on her clit mercilessly. Raising her hands and grabbing hold of Maggie's forearms, "Daddy! I'm so close! I'm going to cum! I'm there! I'm cumming, Daddy, I'M CUMMING! DON'T STOP, DADDY! FUCK MEEEE! ARRRRRRGGHHHEEEE! DON'T STOP! MORE! I NEED MORE!" Moving my fingers as fast as I could in and out of her asshole and sucking her clit, Lexi was going to cum again! "I'M CUMMING AGAIN, DADDY! DON'T STOP!"
Her juices gushed out of her pussy into my mouth, filling it! When there was more, I pushed my face as far as I could into the entrance of her pussy! I reveled in her gushing cunt! I drenched my face in her cum! I kept licking her slit and her clit! I couldn't stop! I needed more of her cum! I wanted my face soaked!
"DADDY, I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! OH SHIT, DADDY! I'M CUMMING SO HARD! DON'T STOP, DADDY! I'M CUMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!!" our lustful daughter screamed.
Still pumping my fingers relentlessly in her asshole, her pussy let loose another torrent of cum. I got half in my mouth and showered my face with the rest. I swallowed what I had, and rubbed my face in her gushing cunt, luxuriating in the wetness.
Trying for a fourth cum, my horny daughter loudly informed me, "DADDY, NO MORE PLEASE! I'M TOO SENSITIVE!"
Lifting my dripping face from between her legs, I got up on my knees. Her cum soaked me from my hair to my chest. Cum was dripping from my face onto her tits and nipples and her stomach. Seeing how wet I was, Maggie let go of Lexi's legs and crawled over next to me.
"Daddy, I'm so glad you like our daughter's cum so much! It's a tremendous load off my mind. I knew she was a gusher, but I didn't know how you'd react. Thank you so much!" Maggie softly told me.
"My beautiful Maggie, I love our girl's cum! I can only hope that you can give me as much as Lexi," I answered.
"I don't think that'll be a problem, my wonderful daddy! Let me help you clean up a bit," she then started to lick the adolescent's cum off my face. "MMmmm. It's delicious! I think she's going to have one of our heads between her legs constantly."
While licking our daughter, my cock had regained its length and hardness. While she was licking Lexi's cum off my face, Maggie took hold of my cock, and slowly stroked. She spoke loud enough for Lexi to hear over her aroused state. "Are you ready, Daddy? Are you ready to give our daughter her first fuck? Look at her! Her nipples are so hard, they're like little pebbles! Her legs are spread for you, and her pussy is soaked waiting for your hard cock! Give her what she wants, Daddy! Give her what she needs!"
Thrusting her hips, our licentious daughter moaned, "Yes, Daddy! Give me what I need! Your cock! I need your cock! I need for you to fuck me! Pleeeeeease!"
Maggie started her instructions while slowly stroking my cock, keeping it at its hardest. "Okay sweetheart, spread your legs for your daddy. Spread them as far as you can! Bend your legs and bring your knees up by your head. Good! Now, see how big his cock is for you? You see how hard it is? It's for you! It'll be heaven when it's in you, fucking you. Just imagine what it'll be like when he's fucking you!"
"Daddy, please! Do it now! I need you to fuck me! I'll always need you to fuck me! Please, Daddy! Now!" our wanting daughter sobbed, keeping her legs up and reaching down, spreading her labia again for me.
At the entrance of her adolescent pussy, Maggie rubbed my cock up and down Lexi's saturated slit causing her to moan. Rubbing my cock on our lolita's clit caused her to flinch a bit, but she knew what was coming. Placing my cockhead at Lexi's pussy entrance, Maggie reached behind me, and pushed my butt just a little to get the head in.
"It's so close, Lexi! Your daddy's cock is almost in you, fucking you!" Maggie whispered huskily, watching my cock slide up and down her cuntal opening, getting the head nice and wet. Pushing my butt a bit more, another half inch went inside my horny daughter.
"Sweetheart, this may hurt just a bit, but I guarantee you, in a minute or two, it will be heaven on earth. I promise you!" Maggie anxiously told her, while softly rubbing Lexi's hard engorged clit with her fingers. Seeing what she was doing, I understood right away. I kept my cock at the entrance of our daughter's pussy, while Maggie increased her efforts.
"Mommy, that feels so good! I feel like I'm going to cum again! Is that possible? Will I be able to cum again?" our horny and soaked child gasped in wonder.
"Honey, your daddy and I will train you to cum many times in a row. Unless of course, you don't want to," Maggie jokingly responded.
"Oh fuck, Mommy!" Lexi breathlessly answered. "I'll do anything you and Daddy want me to! I have a feeling I'll always need to cum between the two of you! Just don't stop! I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! DON'T STOP. PLEASE! I'M CUMMING, MOMMY! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING TO ME? AAAARRRRGHHHHHEEE!"
While our wanton daughter was having her incredibly strong orgasm, shaking and trembling, pumping her hips shamelessly, Maggie pushed my butt so that my dick was fully embedded in our daughter's soaked pussy with one shove! I felt myself break through her maidenhead and then did my best to hold still.
Maggie was right beside me, pushing on my butt getting my cock all the way in. "You're doing it, Daddy! You're fucking our daughter! God in heaven, she's so damn lucky! Will you fuck me too, Daddy? Please? Will I have a turn?"
"Of course, little one. But first, let me give our daughter what she needs," I answered.
Coming down from her orgasm, Lexi didn't seem to have felt any pain. Only pleasure! Looking at me with such love and caring with lust and want, "Daddy, you're finally in me! I can't believe it! My god! I feel so full! After all of this time, you're finally fucking me as you should be. Thank you, Mommy for helping him! I love you both so much!"
"Hold on just a bit, beautiful girl," I gritted through my teeth. Her pussy was so tight and hot! My god! It felt so incredible! I slowly started to move my cock a bit giving our lovely daughter time to adjust. Every stroke became just a little longer until the whole length of my cock was working its way the entire length. Maggie was beside me the whole time, holding my cock, helping me gauge the proper stroke so as not to cause any discomfort. I didn't think I needed the help, but she became actively involved in Lexi's deflowering. It was best that she was. It was a major moment in cementing what was to become our family. I knew it meant a lot to her when she looked up from our joining with tears of happiness in her eyes. We leaned into each other and gave each other a deep, meaningful kiss.
"DADDY, YOU'RE FINALLY FUCKING ME! GIVE IT TO ME, DADDY. GIVE ME WHAT I NEED! FUCK ME! ALWAYS FUCK ME!" Lexi wailed. Lifting her legs as high as she could, she spread her legs as far as humanly possible. "Come on, Daddy. FUCK ME!"
I started to fully pump my rock hard cock in and out, in and out! Lexi was going out of her mind with uninhibited lust. Pumping her hips up to meet every one of my thrusts, we were finally fucking up a storm. Moaning, grunting, and gasping, Lexi was incoherent in her words, but certainly not her deeds! Wrapping her arms around me, her fingernails digging into my back, she was quickly reaching her peak. It helped that Maggie was beside me stroking Lexi's hard, protruding clit and sucking on a nipple.
"Daddy! Mommy! Oh my fucking god! I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! GOD, DON'T STOP! HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME CUM SO MUCH? I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH! DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH SHIT! AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHEEEE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
In her delirious cum, I felt my child's pussy squirting, soaking my balls and running down my legs! God! How I loved the feel of a woman cumming on me! Maggie witnessed Lexi's pussy gushing its juices, and put her hand in front of the stream to soak it. Afterwards, she brought her hand up to my mouth, and I licked the essence off.
Getting close to my own cum, I kept pumping faster and faster. "Daddy, cum in me! Please! Give me your cum! I need it! Fuck me! Give it to me!" our youngster gasped. Looking at Maggie and me with wild eyes and lust, she grasped my butt, forcing my cock into her as far as it would go!
"I'm so close, my love! I'M SO CLOSE! I'M GOING TO CUM! HERE IT CUMS, SWEETHEART! HERE IT CUMS! AAARRRRGGHH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" I yelled. My cock exploded with rope after rope after rope of cum! I couldn't stop cumming! There was so much! Soon, my cum was overflowing from her squishy cunt!
Feeling my cumming, my horny girl had yet another. "Daddy, I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! HOW DO YOU DO THIS? AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHEE!" she screamed, her pelvis thrusting and shaking. I kept my cock in her to make sure she got it all. After awhile, and fully drained, I pulled my shrinking cock from her sucking pussy.
Seeing what I was doing, Maggie lunged between Lexi's legs and clamped her mouth on our daughter's leaking orifice. Forcing her tongue into Lexi's sopping cunt, this seems to have awakened the child. "Oh Mommy! What are you doing? I can't take any more! My clit is so sensitive!"
Lifting her face, Maggie responded, "Just one more, beautiful girl. Just one more cum! One more for your daddy and me! I know you can do it! Cum in my mouth, Lexi. Cum in my mouth! I need to taste yours and your daddy's cum!
"Oh shit, Mom! Your tongue feels so wonderful! My clit is so sensitive! But it feels so gooood!" Lexi gasped spreading her legs as far as she could.
Running her tongue up and down Lexi's soaked slit, Maggie tried to get her face into the horny girl's pussy. Latching on to her clit, Maggie took it between her teeth and lips and sucked and tongued it.
"Oh, Mommeee! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME? I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN! AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE!!" my horny daughter cried. Cum was gushing out of Lexi's pussy into Maggie's mouth, filling it! Wallowing in the shower, Maggie held her face in the stream! "Please! No more! I can't take it!" Lexi tried to close her legs, but Maggie's head was in the way! "Please, Mom! Stop! Please!"
Knowing what I was expected to do, I stroked my cock to keep it hard, which wasn't too difficult watching a cum starved woman eat the pussy and suck the orgasm out of an uninhibited adolescent girl!
Maggie rose from between Lexi's legs with her face positively drenched! My god, she looked so sexy and desirable with our daughter's cum dripping from her! I grabbed her head and started licking the essence off, with sticking my tongue down her throat for good measure.
By this time, Maggie was beside herself with desire and need. I saw her eye my hard cock with a look of lust. She looked up at me, and laid down beside our exhausted girl. Lexi moved over a bit to give her room, and Maggie did the womanly thing and brought her knees up and spread her legs as far as she could.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck the girl who loves you more than anything. Give it to me, Daddy! Please, fuck me!" she whispered huskily.
My god! Trying to keep these two girls satisfied was going to kill me! I did what she needed, and eased my steely cock into her dripping snatch. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! YESSSS,DADDY! FUCK MEEE! I NEEDYOUR COCK IN MEEEE!" Maggie cried.
I started pumping my entire length into her, but I knew that I wasn't going to last long physically, so I took my cock out of her, to her great disappointment. Lexi moved over again, and I laid on my back. "Get on top, little girl! Fuck your daddy! Give me your cunt! I want you to cum on me!" I instructed. Having just cum in our little girl, I knew that I was going to last awhile, and Maggie was going to have the time of her life!
Moaning, Maggie threw a leg over me and taking my cock, guided it into her soaked pussy! "Oh yessss, Daddy! This is pure heaven! This is what I was made for! Fuck me, Daddy! You can always have me whenever and wherever you want! Just don't ever stop fucking me!" our Maggie panted and moaned pinching her nipples.
Watching the hot action of the wanton woman fucking herself on my cock, and going crazy doing it, my daughter had both her hands between her legs, working her pussy again. Jesus! Can't she ever get enough? I was beginning to think that I'd created a monster. With the woman on top of me going absolutely bonkers and bouncing up and down with uninhibited abandon, make that plural - monsters.
Madly bouncing on my cock, with her pussy leaking buckets, my midriff was getting soaked. Maggie had her hands in her hair, then squeezing her breasts, then pinching her nipples, then palms on my chest to give herself leverage. Her body was getting shiny from her exertions, but it was obvious that she didn't care! Lexi was watching with wide eyes, not believing how hot and horny this woman was!
"I'm almost there, Daddy! Don't cum yet! Please stay hard for me! Let me cum first! I need to so bad! I'm so close, I'm almost there! I'M CUMMING, DADDY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE HOW YOU MAKE ME CUM! I'M CUMMING! AAAAAAAEEEEEEGGGGGGEEEEE! I LOVE IT! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL COCK!" Maggie screamed gyrating madly on my shaft.
"DON'T STOP LITTLE GIRL! IT'S YOUR DADDY'S TURN NOW! KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP! I'M CLOSE NOW! KEEP FUCKING ME! HERE IT COMES, HONEY! HERE IT COMES! AAAEEEEEEEGGGGGHHHH," I yelled, draining my balls in her tight wet sleeve one more time.
After awhile, with my cock deflating, Maggie with a moan, slowly eased herself off me, and lay down beside me.
Lexi, not wanting to lose an opportunity, dove between Maggie's legs and started licking my cum from my woman's red pussy. Grabbing the young girl's head and holding it against her soaked cunt, "Oh Lexi! Yessss. Eat me, my darling girl! Get your daddy's cum! It's too precious to go to waste! Oh god, sweetheart. I'm going to cum again! Lick my clit! Oh shit! I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! MY GOD IN HEAVEN, I LOVE THE BOTH OF YOU! HERE IT COMES SWEETHEART! DRINK MY CUM! DRINK YOUR DADDY'S CUM! IT'S ALL FOR YOU! AAAAAAARRRRRRRFGGGGGHHHHH! OH SHIT! DON'T STOP YET!"
After her monstrous orgasm in my daughter's mouth, Maggie just collapsed, and hardly moved.
"Hold on, girl! You're not finished yet! Clean my cock and make sure that it's nice and clean!" Turning to my comatose daughter, "And you can help, beautiful girl. You help your mommy clean my cock!" Both girls knew what I wanted and brought their heads down and their mouths on my cock. Believe it or not, with two beautiful girls licking and sucking my shaft, it didn't get very hard. It rose a bit, but they were going to have to work to get it hard! Luckily, they were both so tired, they didn't make an effort. When they thought it was clean, they both lay down, wrapped their arms around each other, and fell asleep quickly.
Before I drifted off to sleep, I was thinking that with two uninhibited, insatiable, wanton women always needing to be fucked, I knew I had my work cut out for me. In the interest of self-preservation, it was obvious I had to think of something.
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Daddy Aquires Lexi
by
Smalltowndude
Daddy proposes to Maggie
When you read my tales, I would like for you to be naked and masturbate, alone or with a significant other. My purpose is to make you cum, and cum hard. I would like to thank mr.longfello for his idea, recommendations, and permission for me to send the Chase family to Lolita Island. It turns out to be the perfect venue for their wedding and vacation.
Chapter 18
Maggie got home from her short buying trip that following Sunday. After an evening of intense and incredibly satisfying sex, David Chase and his 13 year old daughter Lexi were lounging around the apartment when Maggie walked in the door.
Both jumped up and rushed to welcome her home, with hugs and kisses. They could tell immediately that she was bone tired, as she had been going non-stop for two days including travel. Seeing this, David and Lexi took her suitcase, and by the hand, guided her into their bedroom.
Maggie was so tired, she was just standing as if in a daze and let them undress her. Removing every stitch of clothing, they tucked her in bed with kisses and some nipple munching. She fell asleep almost immediately.
David and Lexi went back out to the living room where Dave was doing some last minute design work on the computer for their proposed house, and Lexi was doing homework.
"It's nice to have her back home, isn't it beautiful girl?" Dave mentioned. "It's strange that she was gone only for a couple of days, yet I missed her so much."
"I know, Daddy. I missed her too. I hope she doesn't take too many of those trips. It looks like they really take a toll on her." Lexi agreed.
"Well, I think she wanted to come home right away, or she could have stayed another night. I think she missed us as much as we did her." David surmised.
"Daddy? I'm so glad that we're becoming the family we should be," the child observed. "I've never experienced so much love and caring until I came home to you. I owe my whole life to you and now to Maggie. My heart just goes nuts when we're all together."
"I know exactly how you feel, sweetheart." David responded. "To be honest, I've never been happier in my life. You know I'll do what I can to strengthen our family and to keep us together."
"When are you going to pop the question, Daddy?" Lexi anxiously asked (see Chapter 17).
"That's what I've been thinking about, sweetheart. Whenever I do it, I want you to be there. It's important that you are."
With tears of love coming to her eyes, Lexi couldn't believe that her father thought it was so important that she be present. "Thank you so much Daddy, for including me," Lexi whispered, looking at her father with so much love and adoration. "Mom is going to be so surprised! She's going to be so happy!"
"Now if you excuse me honey, I have a call to make," David informed his hot little daughter.
Getting Kim's contact information out of his pocket, David dialed her home number. A male voice answered who Dave suspected was Kimberly's father.
"Hello. Is this Douglas Adams? You don't know me, but my name is David Chase, and I got your name from your daughter and her recommendation for you as a construction supervisor. I'm in need of one. Would you have the time to take on another project? You would? But not for a couple of weeks? Excellent! We can meet for coffee and I can bring my plans. It's for a 4 bedroom, single story house, probably with a pool. It's not a large project, so would you still be interested? Very good. When's a good time for you to meet? Okay, next Wednesday it is. At noon. Got it. See you then. Thanks very much. I appreciate it. Bye now."
Hanging up, "I'll fix some supper honey. Would you go in and wake your mom and see if she wants to eat?" David asked his beautiful daughter.
"Sure, Daddy." Lexi stood up, and David couldn't but help admiring the beautiful child. She stood about 5'2" tall, has long, full, wavy dark brown hair going down to the middle of her back, which she doesn't have to do anything with. Just wash. No perms or treatment for such a lush head of hair. She has the most expressive brown eyes her father has ever seen, and every time he looks into them, gets lost. She's 13 years old, and is beginning to fill out with B cup breasts, incredibly sensitive nipples, an ass that is beginning to take an enticing shape, and the most beautiful pussy imaginable. Because David expects his women to have bare, smooth pussies, Alexa's mother tends to it, or the child can go to Cathy O'Donnell's beauty salon for what has become known as a `full treatment.' Cathy thoroughly enjoys these, as she has had a longing for a taste of a young girl, and since having Lexi, can't get enough. When Lexi goes for a `full treatment,' she not only leaves with the smoothest, most beautiful pussy, but she also leaves very satisfied. When Cathy starts eating a young girl, she finds it hard to stop, so the child will leave after a number of orgasms. And being a friend of the family and getting what she needs, Cathy doesn't even charge for her services!
"Daddy, Mom will be out to grab a bite, but she told me that she wanted to go back to bed, so she's well rested for tomorrow. It's the beginning of another workweek, you know," Lexi announced.
Maggie walked out of the bedroom with bleary eyes, in a not very flattering bathrobe. Dave and Lexi fussed over her, and sat her down. Dave dished up a small plate of pasta, and set it before the tired lady of the house.
Sitting down themselves, David asked, "Was your trip fruitful, sweetheart? Any ass-kicking, unique, sexy outfits that people will only find at Maggie's Women's Wear?"
"Actually, yes. Very feminine, very sexy, and very alluring," Maggie answered. Changing the subject, turning to Lexi, "Honey, I've been wondering. Wasn't this the weekend that Kim was going to seduce her father? Have you heard how that went?"
"No, I haven't Mom. But if I know Kim, she'll have gotten her wish. She really appeared to be on a mission to get her father to fuck her. Or as she put it, she wanted him to `fuck the bejeezes out of her.'" Lexi replied with a big smile.
"Well, we can only hope she got her wish." Maggie replied. "I just want both of you to know that I missed you so much, I couldn't stand being away from you. You're the family I've always wanted and needed, and you mean the world to me."
"We feel the same way, sweetheart." Dave assured her. "As a matter of fact, Lexi and I were talking earlier how much we missed you."
Glancing at Lexi for a brief moment, David asked Maggie, "Honey, would you have a few free minutes tomorrow afternoon? I want to take you and Lexi out to the building site to get your opinion on something."
"Sure my love," Maggie answered. "Just pick me up after Lexi gets home from school, and we can go out there."
"Sounds good. It should be around four o'clock. It won't take long. I promise."
David noticed Lexi smile a small smile and look down at her plate. She knew what was going to happen tomorrow afternoon, and was very happy she was going to be a part of it.
While Lexi was at school, and Maggie at her Women's Wear Shoppe, David kept working on his plans for their new house. The more he worked on them, the more ideas he had. Extra, extra large shower with multiple heads (even if it had to be custom), check. An extra large capacity water heater. Two plumbed in tandem if needed, check. A three car garage (Lexi will eventually be driving), check. Testing for geothermal heating and cooling? check. A small shed for maintenance equipment (they'll be needing a small tractor with snow removal capabilities. The driveway will be quite long), check.
When Lexi rushed in the door, David was there to meet her and gave her a bone-crushing, toe-curling, tongue-searching kiss. Her hand moving down to his crotch, she could feel him beginning to get hard.
"Sorry beautiful girl, but we have to go pick up your mom," David reminded his lovely daughter, heading out the door. He was excited about the idea of proposing to the one woman he's always dreamed of.
Getting to the mall, David parked by the entrance, and Lexi ran in to get her `mom,' Maggie.
Coming out, Lexi held the door for her, then got in the back seat.
"How you feeling, sweetheart?" David asked his beloved. "Better today?"
"Much better, my love," Maggie agreed. "I'm glad I'm back home and back at work. It was hard keeping my mind on the job, all I did was think of you and our Lexi," looking back at Lexi, smiling and giving her an air kiss.
After a small drive, they came upon their newly purchased farmland and drove the quarter mile or so up to their wooded house site. The farmer from whom they bought the land and leased it back to him was in the field planting. When they drove up what was to become their driveway, he waved with a big smile on his face.
Pulling his plans out and laying them on the hood of the car, David started to explain and visualize how the house will be situated. When Maggie was looking away, David reached into his pocket for the ring and got down on one knee. Turning back around, Maggie saw David kneeling and her hand flew to her mouth with an `Oh god.'
As eloquently as he could, David put his thoughts into words. "Maggie my love, our Lexi and I can't imagine our lives without you in them. You've enriched our lives and home in ways we couldn't begin to conceive. Please marry us and make our family and home complete." Feeling the love for his most beautiful Maggie, tears came to his eyes, and she noticed. She knew that this was coming from his heart and soul. And tears came to hers.
Dropping to her knees and sobbing, Maggie put her arms around David's neck and brought her full, perfect lips to his. "David, of course I'll marry you and Lexi. You both have made my life complete, and I can't imagine living without the both of you. You're my world and my being." When Maggie put her arm out, Lexi rushed in and hugged the loving adults. Maggie brought her lips to the child's sealing the proposal.
Rising to his feet and helping Maggie up, David brought his mouth down onto hers with the most heartfelt kiss he could muster. "I love you Maggie, more than anything else in the world. We will all be together, as we should be."
"Show me, my love. Show me how much you love me. Show me how much you care," Maggie sobbed.
Gently turning her, David motioned Lexi to join them. "Lean against the hood of the car, my love. Spread your legs for us."
As Lexi pulled Maggie's skirt up to her waist, David unzipped his pants to bring out his rock-hard impressive 8" circumcised cock. David and his daughter were surprised and delighted to see that Maggie wasn't wearing any panties. Her juices were already dripping down her thighs.
Instructing Lexi, "Honey get down between your mom's legs and lick her pussy while I fuck her. Let's make sure she cums and cums hard. We have to show her how much we love and care for her."
"That'll be easy, Daddy," giggling Lexi admitted, getting into position.
Slowly, David slipped his rock hard cock into Maggie's saturated slit. "Oooooh god, my love. Thank you for loving me like you do. Oh, you feel so good! Fuck me, sweetheart! Lick me, Lexi! Make me cum! It's been too long for me! Do me, both of you! Show me how much you love me!"
Pumping his entire length slowly, David fucked with deliberation, wanting to take Maggie to a good hard cum!
But he could only do this for so long. Her pussy clamped onto his pussy pleaser and didn't want to let go! He couldn't believe how great she felt! It seemed to get better each and every time! He was amazed that she could get so wet so fast. He was thinking that she was becoming the horny, beautiful slut he wanted her to be. And, she was his slut! He knew that he would do whatever he could to try and keep her happy and satisfied.
Pumping back,"Oh, fuck me, my love! I'm getting close! Fuck me! Don't stop Lexi! I'm going to cum!" Maggie moaned. It finally hit her! Shaking uncontrollably, Maggie came hard, gushing her orgasmic juices into Lexi's waiting mouth! "Oh my fucking god! I'm cumming! AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!
Keep fucking me, David!"
After a couple more pumps, David withdrew his shiny, soaked cock. Reaching under her, he got her ejaculate on his fingers and coated her lovely pucker!
Realizing what he was doing, Maggie spread her legs more and leaning her upper body on the hood, she reached behind her to spread her butt cheeks to give her beloved access to another hole. Another part of her body she can give him! "Do it, sweetheart! Give it to me! Keep licking me, Lexi! I need to cum again!"
David put the head of his cock against her lovely asshole, amazed that it would stretch to accommodate his girth.
Pushing in slowly so he wouldn't hurt her, Maggie could feel the fullness overwhelm her. "Oh my god, yesssss!
This is what I live for! Do it to me my love! Give me what I need! Cum in me! Let me feel it! Oh, shit. I'm going to cum again! AAAARRRRRRRRGHGGGGGGHHHH!!!" Maggie screamed, shaking uncontrollably!
Gushing her cum into Lexi's mouth, there was so much, that it bathed the front of the child's shirt! Obviously, as in any wet T shirt contest, her braless tits with her hard, puckered nipples came into full view!
Pumping furiously, David announced, "I'm going to cum my beautiful girls! AAARRRRGGGGGNNNNN!" he moaned loudly. Still ejaculating in Maggie's perfect ass, "Get ready, Lexi! I gave her a lot! When I pull out, be sure to get my cum from your mom's asshole!"
"Oh god, Daddy! Do it! I want your cum! Give her as much as you can! I love and need your cum!" Lexi cried, eyes wide with anticipation and longing.
As soon as David pulled out, Lexi dove for her mother's asshole licking and sucking as much of her father's cum into her mouth as possible! Maggie's hand went immediately to her now vacated pussy and clit and was trying for another huge cum! "Get it, sweetheart! Get your father's gift to us! When you get a mouthful, give me some! Kiss me and share your father's ultimate gift!"
Stroking her clit with abandon, "OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!! ARRRRGGGHHH!" she screamed. This time, she spilled her cum onto the ground, soaking it! But not before David put his hand in the path of the pour, and collected as much as he could in his palm! He brought it to his mouth trying to swallow as much as possible!
"God, I need this!" he exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Lexi was busy getting a mouthful of her father's cum from her mother's asshole! Rising, Lexi brought her face in front of her mother's and slowly opened her mouth so none of her prize would leak out.
Seeing what she was offering, Maggie crushed her mouth to her daughter's and managed to retrieve at least half! After she swallowed her prize, "Thank you sweetheart! I love you so much for sharing!" Bringing her lips to her daughter once again, they shared a sweet, lasting kiss.
"My darlings, you've made me the happiest woman in the world! I promise to be the best wife and mother as I can. My world is becoming complete!" Maggie proclaimed.
"Sweetheart, when Lexi is off for the summer, we all are going to take a trip to a beautiful spot where we'll get married. I'm in the process of arranging all of the details," Dave announced. "I'll take you back to the mall now Maggie, and when Lexi and I get home, we'll start dinner."
"Thank you, my lovers, for everything you do for me, and for us," Maggie whispered with tears coming to her eyes. "I can't wait for our trip, honey."
The following Wednesday, David Chase and Douglas Adams met at a coffee shop where the tentative plans for the new Chase home were laid out before Doug. After many questions, and recommendations and agreements from both parties, a preliminary plan was agreed to and, because David knew who Doug Adams was, a very generous wage established. David had another requirement. Being a former contractor, he insisted that he wanted journeymen masons and electricians. He didn't want some high school kid working a summer job for an electrician to wire his house. In his career, he's seen some rather dangerous wiring jobs. And seeing as the house and garage were going to be of brick and stone, he knew that journeymen masons can get a wall built much faster than bricklayers with little experience.
David informed Doug that he was being hired because he was taking his fiance and daughter on a vacation, and would be gone for a couple of weeks. That they were going to be married in the most exotic environment he could find. A remote island/nation in the South Pacific that few knew about and could only be visited by special invitation. Consequently, getting a visa was next to impossible. Although he didn't say, David knew about this place through his friend Sam Watson. And Sam could get them visas (see mr longfello's Sam and Lyla series).
After the particulars were established and almost with perfect timing, Lexi and Maggie walked into the coffee shop and went to the counter to order their drinks and pastries. Of course, all eyes went to the stunning girls and Doug's was no exception. David could tell where his eyes were looking and felt proud that the two girls were his.
Doug couldn't hide his surprise as the two breathtakingly lovely girls walked to their table and sat down with the two men.
"Doug, I'd like to introduce you to our daughter, Lexi and my fiance, Maggie," Dave started. Then he saw a change of expression on Doug's face. If he didn't know better, he thought it was one of recognition.
Choosing his words carefully, as he wasn't quite sure if he was right, standing and holding out his hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you Maggie," and shaking Lexi's hand, "and it's a pleasure meeting you too, Lexi."
Looking Douglas Adams in the eye, Maggie told him with her most radiant smile, "Mr. Adams, it is nice meeting you too. Kimberly has told us so much about you. Obviously, which is why David called you."
Doug then knew that this was the family that Kimberly told him so much about. This was the family which expressed their love with each other so freely. His suspicions were confirmed when Maggie rested her hand on Lexi's, and the child grasped the woman's who would, after all this time, formally become her mother.
While the girls were there, they spent the time talking about the proposed house and the changes that were made. When their lunch was finished, Maggie and Lexi returned to the Women's Wear Shoppe for the rest of the day.
Doug Adams wanted to broach the subject of family love but knew he had to be careful. Again, choosing his words carefully and lowering his voice, "Um Dave, my daughter has become infatuated with a family that she claims, loves each other like no other. She says that their love for each other knows no bounds. You don't have to answer, but would that be your family?"
"It very well could be, and why would my family be the subject of conversation?" David couldn't help but feel a bit threatened. And not to mention for his family.
"Well, my daughter has felt that our small family should be the same. It's only been her and me since her mother left six years ago," Doug confessed. "She says that she's had these feelings, and has never acted on them until she met you and your family. She was never sure that she should."
With his interest piqued, David asked, "And has she finally acted on those feelings?"
"Tell me first David. Is your family the one she's referring to?" Doug needed to know for sure.
Looking at Doug seriously, "Can I count on your discretion?"
"Of course. Anything said here will be held in the strictest confidence. I give you my word of honor."
"I can accept that. Then yes, it was the Chase family Kim was referring to," David admitted. "And to be honest, we couldn't be happier. Not to mention closer. Lexi has taken school more seriously, because she relies on Maggie's and my counsel. And like any proud father, I have to tell you that she has made the honor role the last two semesters. Maggie has experienced some traumatic experiences in her upbringing and her life, and she finally is experiencing true family love and stability. She knows that after we're married, our family will be the strongest and the most loving a woman can have. One more thing. Even at Lexi's age, she has never rebelled or given Maggie and me any grief. She's been the perfect daughter," with eyes shining, "more perfect than most."
Nodding, Doug added, "As long as we're speaking confidentially, Kimberly feels the same way. And yes she has, or should I say, that we have acted on her - make that our - feelings. We too are experiencing an overwhelming love and closeness that we never knew could exit."
"Most excellent, Doug!" Dave quietly answered. "Of course, nobody should ever know about our domestic arrangements, but I'm glad that you and Kim have reached the pinnacle of family love and devotion. I'm sure we'll be discussing more of this in our futures."
"Very true, Dave. Like Lexi, Kim and I may be seeking your counsel. I'm sure we'll have questions."
Weeks passed. Lexi's school year ended, and everyone was very happy that she made honor role again. Her parents made her feel like a million dollars how they fawned over her. Due to Maggie's shrewd abilities to predict her market, Maggie's Women's Wear Shoppe was doing incredibly well. David made connections with Mr. Sam Watson regarding their accommodations and arrangements (see the Sam and Lyla series, by Mr. Longfello).
Last, but not least, Kimberly and Douglas Adams's relationship had gotten as strong as the Chase family's.
Kim has gotten to the same point that Lexi has. She can't go a day without her father's cock somewhere in her body. She, like Lexi, has come to love and live for her father and his cum. And because she's kept happy and satisfied, Kimberly has no use for boys her own age. She has seen the wisdom (and the need) of a real man's cock, and the right man who knows how to use it.
Before they left for their vacation, Maggie thought it would be nice if she and Lexi had a `full treatment' at Cathy O'Donnell's salon. Maggie called to make the arrangements.
"Hi Cath, this is Maggie. How's business?"
"Maggie! Business is fabulous! How was your buying trip? Anything enticing I can buy?"
"It was great sweetie and you'll love the things I ordered, but that's not why I'm calling. I'd like to set up an appointment for a `full treatment' if you have the time."
"For you, anything! You know that! Is there a special occasion?" Cathy was ecstatic! She was already imagining her head between Maggie's widespread legs! And to make it sound like an afterthought, Cathy just had to ask, "will Lexi be coming along?"
Fully aware of Cathy's need for young pussy and wanting to please her best friend, "Of course Lexi will be coming along, and she's going to be needing your services." Maggie replied, purposefully sounding vague.
"When is the slowest time for you, honey? Lexi is out of school for the summer, and we're flexible."
Cathy was thinking, `My god, is that child ever!' Wanting to get between the 13 year old's legs as soon as possible, "how about tomorrow? Would that work for the both of you?"
"How about 3 o'clock, Cath? I have a couple things to do at the shoppe, and I can go home to pick up Lexi.
I'm sure with your `attention to details,' you're going to want to take as much time as possible."
"You're very astute, girlfriend. Okay. 3 o'clock it is. Everything will be ready for you then. And so will I.
Maggie?"
"Yes honey?"
"Thank you for calling. You're the best friend a girl can have. I love you very much." Cathy confessed to her former college roommate. But she wasn't telling Maggie anything she didn't already know.
"I love you too, Cathy. And I know that Lexi does too. See you tomorrow afternoon."
Getting ready to go on vacation can be as arduous as vacation itself. Being self-employed and being gone for
2 weeks, this will be the first real vacation Maggie will have had since opening her dress shop. So she wanted everything to be as perfect as she could make it. And that included her and Lexi being perfect for David.
The next day, after taking care of the little details at the shop, she drove home to get Lexi. Yesterday, when she told the 13 year old that they were going to go to Cathy O'Donnell's for a `full treatment,' Lexi started to get wet, knowing what was coming. Before she went to sleep, spreading her legs as wide and obscenely as possible, (picture in your mind a totally naked 13 year old girl in that position) she fucked herself and stroked her clit mercilessly cumming three or four times in rapid succession!
The next afternoon, walking into Cathy's salon, they were greeted by Cathy herself giving each a firm hug. With Maggie, they were both the same height so breasts and nipples could be discreetly rubbed together. Guiding them into the `full treatment' room, the Chase girls knew immediately what to do, and disappeared behind the screen.
Removing all of their clothes, they stood holding hands, admiring each other. Maggie, gazing at her child's budding breasts and trying to imagine them as large as hers, (which was quite enticing on such a small body), and the tender, moist, perfect slit of her daughter, and Lexi, in constant awe of her mother's incredible, gravity-defying D cup breasts, her slightly flared hips, and her wet pussy with the juices already beginning to run down her thighs.
"Mom, remember that I love you more than anything else in the world. You and Daddy are all I live for," Lexi whispered in her most loving and adoring intonation. Wrapping her arms around her naked mother, the youngster pulled her mom in for a meaningful, heartfelt kiss and relishing the feeling of her mother's pillowy breasts pressed against her. Both girls were holding on to each other tightly, enjoying the feeling of each other's nude bodies.
Coming out from behind the curtain wearing their robes, Maggie was first to lay down on the table. Opening her robe, Cathy gazed longingly as Maggie's breasts and stiff nipples. Her `inspection' of Maggie's body went down between her legs where she was going to be focusing her attentions. Of course, knowing where Cathy was going to be concentrating, Maggie separated her legs.
"Did you tell her, mom? Did you tell Cathy why we're here?" Lexi asked.
"Oh? Is this for a special occasion?" queried the stunning redhead, positioning herself between her girlfriend's thighs and relishing the intoxicating aroma.
"Go ahead, Lexi. Tell her." urged Maggie, bringing her legs apart even more.
"Well, okay. Cathy, my father asked Maggie to marry him, and she said `yes.' Is that cool or what?"
Abruptly raising her head to look above Maggie's incredible breasts and hard nipples, and looking at Maggie wide-eyed, Cathy gasped, "Are you serious? Really? Oh my god, Maggie, that's so wonderful! Congratulations! I'm so happy for you! And with David, you get Lexi too! You are sooooo lucky!"
Cathy rose higher and ogling Maggie's hard nipples, asked, "Will this make any difference between us, sweetheart? When will I meet this paragon of male virtue and perfection?"
"Only that we'll be living here forever and that we'll probably see each other more often. Lexi and I love you Cathy, and we think we should see you more. As a matter of fact, David is having a new house being built for us only 10 minutes from here. I'm thinking that you're going to be meeting him soon." Maggie's breathing was quickening, and it could be seen from the raising and lowering of her tits and nipples.
"Oh, Maggie, You're so lucky! That's wonderful news! And I would love nothing more than to see you and Lexi more often."
Doing her magic between Maggie's legs, using some of her natural lubricant as an aid, Cathy made her pussy as smooth as a baby's bottom. It not only looked most enticing, but smelled wonderful of her woman scent. Of course, both Maggie and Cathy were soaked by the time Maggie's cunt was impeccable.
"Show us, honey. Show us how much you would love us to see each other more." Spreading her legs and bringing her knees back up by her head, "Show us, Cathy."
Cathy didn't need any more encouragement. Leaning over Maggie's chest, she lowered her mouth to Maggie's firm nipple and started to run her tongue around it and suck. "That's right, Cath. Just like old times, isn't it? I hope you're thirsty. I have plenty to give you."
With Maggie offering her charms so blatantly, and with the sight and fragrance of Maggie's soaked slit, it was too much for the stacked redhead. With an urgent need, she lunged between Maggie's legs to taste the juices of her best friend.
Meanwhile, Lexi was feasting on her mother's breasts and turgid nipples to help Cathy get her to cum!
"It's been so long, Cathy! Come on honey, lick me! Lick my clit! Lexi, keep sucking me! God, I need this! Do me girls! Make me cum!" Maggie, remembering that there were people in the next room, kept her urgings quiet.
"Don't stop, both of you! Lexi pinch my nipples harder! Harder! Yessssss!" Maggie moaned.
Sticking two fingers in Maggie's drenched pussy, Cathy started to fuck her while licking her beautiful enlarged clit. This was driving Maggie crazy with lust! Needing to cum, Maggie lowered her feet down to the table in order to pump her pussy into her girlfriend's mouth! She was totally lust-crazed and uninhibited and grabbed Cathy's head to try and push more of her into her hole! She needed to cum!
Cathy pushed Maggie's legs back up so her knees were near her head. This exposed her luscious pussy and her succulent asshole! Still finger fucking her, Cathy brought her mouth down to Maggie's freshly smooth asshole and started to lick. To get to the woman's asshole, Cathy held her breath and had to stick her nose into Maggie's pussy! When in position, she drove her tongue in as far as she could! Lexi even moved to the head of the table and grabbed her mother's ankles and held them up far enough so Cathy would have an easier time to tongue her ass!
Feeling her asshole being tongue-fucked, Maggie couldn't believe the depravity! God, what her loving girlfriend wouldn't do for her! Not that she wouldn't do the same of course. My god, she loved kinky sex! Even just thinking about it, she would get soaked! Was she a slut? Hopefully she was, to the people she loved.
"I'm getting close girls! I'm going to cum! Cathy, fuck me and tongue my asshole! My god, I need this! I'm going to cum! MMMMMMMGGGGGGHHHH," she quietly exploded and gushed mouthfuls of girl-cum into Cathy's mouth!
Collapsing her legs, "Thank you so much, Cathy and Lexi! Thank you!" Maggie sighed. "Now it's Lexi's turn! Her pussy and ass has to be smooth for her father too."
After Cathy performed her magic for Lexi, and working so close to a 13 year old's soaked pussy, and inhaling her scents, drove the salon owner insane with lust! Not being able to wait any longer, her mouth plunged onto the child's cunt! Licking madly and sucking on the adolescent's distended clit, Lexi was moaning and tossing her head from side to side, and pumping her hips, trying to get her lovely pussy into Cathy's mouth and her tongue on her clit! Maggie was admiring her little girl's uninhibited, slutty behavior. The child certainly knew what she wanted, and she was working to get it! Remembering back to when she was 13, Maggie wished she was as slutty at that age. And, recollecting her memories, remembered how much she wanted her father to make love to his only daughter. Looking at the youngster, she was so proud of her!
When Cathy wet two of her fingers in Lexi's cunt, and brought them to her asshole, it seemed to have opened up on its own! Effortlessly sliding in, she started fucking the child's ass! And it didn't take long for Lexi to cum! Of course, Cathy was ready with her open mouth pressed against the child's glistening cunt!
Moaning quietly and gushing her cuntal juices, Lexi was rewarded with an incredible orgasm, and she was so proud that her mom was there to witness their debauchery. She knew that she wanted to be a perfect slut for her parents, and she would do what she could to improve! She also knew that she would get better with experience!
Last but not least, it was Maggie's and Lexi's turn to do Cathy. It was something Cathy was looking forward to since her last episode with Lexi. It's always been Cathy's fixation to be eaten by an adolescent girl and today, she was going to get it!
Remembering when she and Kimberly were there before, Lexi decided to take charge!
"Cathy, strip for Mom and me! Now! Do it, and assume the position!" The incredibly built redheaded salon owner hurriedly shed all of her clothes, including her soaked thong! She dutifully handed her thong to Lexi who put it in her mouth and sucked the juices out! When she was completely naked, Cathy straightened up, laced her fingers behind her head, and standing with her feet shoulder width apart, arched her back to thrust her tits and hard nipples out! "Very good, slut!" Lexi complimented the incredibly aroused beauty. "Now lay down on the table on your back and spread your legs for Mom and me! We want to see your pussy! We want to see how wet you are! Good! Now, bring your knees up. Higher! Higher! We also want to see your asshole! That's a girl! My, my. Aren't you soaked! You're so wet, you're dripping down your thighs and into your asshole! You must really be liking this, don't you think, Mother?"
Maggie was totally taken aback with this behavior not only from her daughter, but her best friend! She had no idea Cathy was a closet submissive! But she had to admit that what she was witnessing was making her clit tingle!
"Mom, seeing as how Cathy craves the attention of a young girl, I'll give her pussy and clit the attention they need. You take care of what she needs from the waist up." Lexi ordered. Needless to say, while still being in shock, she just did what her daughter ordered. When Lexi dipped her head between Cathy's widespread legs, the child admired the beautiful redhead's perfect pussy! Not to mention just enjoying inhaling the musky aroma of an aroused woman's cunt! Running a couple of fingers up the woman's slit, Lexi brought her head up to see if Cathy could see that she was licking her juices off her fingers!
But Cathy couldn't see because Maggie's head was in the way while she was licking and lightly chewing on her hard, protruding nipples. Cathy pulled Maggie's head up and they brought their lips together. Lexi was watching, and couldn't believe the erotic sight! With the child's pussy soaking her legs, Lexi brought her mouth to Cathy's aromatic and incredibly soaked pussy! Sticking her tongue out, she ran it up the slit until she reached the engorged clit! Concentrating on Cathy's clit, the young child put two fingers inside Cathy's pussy and started pumping! Moaning, Cathy put her feet back on the table to give herself leverage so she could bring her cunt to the mouth of the child! Seeing the effect Lexi was having on the grown up adult woman, it gave her a sense of power! She knew that she had the power to get her to cum! But because she wasn't cruel, she wasn't going to delay and nibbled on Cathy's clit, and brought her soaked fingers to the salon owner's rectum!
"Cathy, reach down her and spread your butt cheeks for me! Come on, more! More! I want your asshole!" the youth softly ordered. When Cathy had her pucker well exposed, Lexi brought her tongue to the woman's rim and started licking.
"Oh shit, honey! You're such a slut to lick my asshole! I love you for it! Don't stop!" Cathy moaned holding her cheeks apart as far as she could. Seeing her lovely pucker, Lexi pushed one finger into it, and because it slid in so effortlessly, she took the finger out, licked that finger and one next to it, and slowly inserted both.
"Oh my god in heaven! Yes, child! Fuck me! Eat me! Use me! Make me cum! Please! Suck my clit, little one!" Cathy moaned, overwhelmed with the nasty actions of the youngster.
Fucking and licking and sucking with abandon, it wasn't taking long for the beauty to reach her peak! "This is heaven for me! My god I love you, Lexi! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAAARRRRRGGGHHNNN" she moaned as quietly as could, and collapsed.
Giving Cathy a few moments rest, Lexi's mom licked her face trying to get as much woman-cum as she could!
"Lexi, you could have saved a little for me!" Maggie razzed her daughter.
"I'm sorry Mom. It was so delicious, I wasn't thinking! I'm so sorry!" Lexi started to cry.
"Honey, I was kidding. I have a feeling that there'll be plenty more opportunities for us with Cathy," Maggie tried to assure her daughter.
Helping Cathy up, both women were ogling her flawless body with renewed hunger. But they knew they couldn't stay.
With all of them getting dressed and attempting to look presentable, and not freshly fucked, they walked out to the main room of the salon. Both of the Chase girls sat in chairs, and Cathy freshened up their makeup.
"Thank you, Cathy for the excellent work," Maggie said in front of the workforce. "Lexi and I will be gone for a couple of weeks and we'll let you know how things go." Saying goodbye to Cathy's girls, they left. And more than one woman's eyes were on their beautiful butts as they walked out to their car.
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I'm just your average guy. Or I thought so... up until the events that I'd like to tell you about. Up to this point in my life I never thought of myself as unusual. My tastes in women were just "normal". What turns me on is slightly built women with small breasts. I like olive skinned women with all but red hair. Now, don't get me wrong...I have lusted after, dated and even married a red headed women. It's just that blondes, brunettes and raven-haired women are more to my liking.
I'm recently divorced and live fairly close to an Ivy League University In New Haven. The neighborhood is pretty well dominated by apartments that cater to the University's students. My own apartment is modest but comfortable. It's in a rather large house that's been converted to apartments by the landlord and as I said there are students living in the other apartments. I know all of the kids in the building because for some reason, I've been unofficially designated as kind of the house protector and father figure. There's a really nice assortment of men and women of various classes. We have three seniors, four juniors and one sophomore. Everyone has their own kitchen/dining room, bathroom and two rooms that can be used as a bedroom and living room. As I said, cozy. Up until about a week before the fall semester began, there was one empty apartment. That's when a nice looking woman moved in. I didn't meet her until about a week after she moved in. I literally bumped into her one day in the hallway. I apologized and introduced myself.
"Hi. My name's Tom and I live in the apartment at the front on the second floor", I told her.
"Oh, hi. I'm Madison and Sherry told me about you. She said that you're nice and that you're friendly. She told me that if I have any problems that you're very helpful."
"Well, Madison, I keep to myself when it's warranted but I like the people that live here. If you have any parties, let us know and we'll keep an eye out for you. If you need anything else, look me up and I'll do what I can."
"Thanks, Tom, but parties aren't my style. I'm a freshman and I'd like to make good grades while in school so there won't be much of that in my place."
"No problem even if you do, Kiddo. We like to have what we call a "community dinner" about once a month or so and this month is my turn. It's pot luck and everybody contributes, so stop up on Friday night at about seven and we can all get acquainted, ok?"
"Thanks, I'd like that, Tom." With that she flipped a wave at me and disappeared on her way to classes, I guess.
I remember thinking that she was a pleasant woman in every way. She's pleasant to chat with and very pleasant to look at, I said to myself. She has brown hair that reaches a little below her shoulders and a very nice shade of green in her eyes. She's thin, about 5' 5" tall and nice curves. What struck me, though, was the fact that she has smallish breasts. Her breasts are not very small but on the small side. However, they had a nice fullness and shape. She has the body type that has always turned my head.
Friday night arrived and the other kids (as I called them) started to drift in with their cheery banter and a small dish to share. Everyone had arrived except Madison but nobody gave it another thought. As we heated up the dishes and started in on the feast, I finally recognized that Madison hadn't arrived. I mentioned it to Dina who was in the kitchen with me. She also seemed a bit surprised that Madison hadn't yet arrived. I told Dina that I would go down and see if she was home and extend another invitation in case she felt out of place.
I knocked on the door and I was pleasantly surprised when she answered. "Hey, are you attending our little house dinner?" I asked as nicely as I could.
"Well, I thought that I'd skip this one because I really don't want to impose," she replied.
"Impose? What impose? We do this all the time. How else are you going to meet your neighbors?" I bantered. "Come on, everybody's up there already and you are definitely not imposing," I tried to reassure her.
"Well, I don't have anything to bring," was her reply.
"Never mind that. It's your first time and I really don't think that anybody would mind all that much. You can get to meet your neighbors and they will be more than happy to help you get oriented to your surroundings and the fact that you're a freshman would be to your advantage, you know."
I think that was what convinced her to join us. The rest of the evening went pleasantly and I think that everyone enjoyed the company. I know that I did. Madison fit in pretty well and the talk seemed to flow easily enough. We all chipped in with our advice on the area and the kids seemed happy to help Madison get oriented to the university buildings and the culture of the place. Madison was the last one in the apartment and she and I just chatted away the night. I learned about her, told her about me and we just filled the night with idle chat about everything and nothing. When she said her good night, I was struck at the fact that she was, indeed, a pleasant young lady and told her so. She smiled and said that she, too, had enjoyed the evening. I told her that if she needed anything that she shouldn't feel that she was imposing. She immediately got the joke, giggled and graciously accepted the offer. She surprised me when she moved close as if she were going to whisper something but gave me a peck on the cheek and closed the door behind her.
Nothing much happened for the next few days and weeks. You know how it is...life just seems to roll on. I saw all of the folks in the house and we chatted and went our way. Then one evening after I had come home from work, there was a knock on my door. I answered the door as I was changing my shirt. I quickly pulled the shirt over my head and opened the door to find Madison in an agitated state. She seemed upset at something, so I invited her in. I expected her to cry at almost any moment. I asked her what seemed to be the problem. She told me that her computer had crashed and she was in the middle of writing an important paper for a class and that she could not get the computer back up. I offered to look at it for her to see if there was anything that I could do. She knew that I was into computers and that I had one of my own so she gladly accepted the offer.
We sat down at her computer. The power lights were on but the screen was blank. I asked her to describe what had happened. When she told me what had happened and after some cursory diagnosis, I figured that her hard disc had crashed and was unsalvageable. Then she did start to cry. I quickly told her that she could use my computer to finish her paper. I asked if she had her notes and whether she could rewrite her paper from scratch. She sniffled, and nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Well, then, I think we should make tracks up to my apartment and get you going if you're going to get it finished in time," I said.
"Ok, but it's going to take me all night. Can stay there until I finish?" she asked.
"Of course you can. I don't have any plans to use it tonight, anyway. You can stay until you're finished, ok?"
That seemed to do the trick. She settled down and followed me out of her apartment. We ambled up the stairs to my place while did my best to cheer her up. I think most people would call it flirting with her. The funny thing is that most people would be right! I was flirting with her. The realization almost floored me. I hadn't flirted with a woman in a long time...certainly not with a woman almost twenty years my junior and DEFINITELY not one of the girls in my complex! I went to the dining room, armed with my checkbook and the stack of monthly bills that had to be paid. I figured that this was as good a time as any to do the monthly chore.
When I looked up, Madison was standing in the doorway to the room and was leaning on the frame watching me work.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing, just taking a break," she said.
"Well, come on in and I'll get a soda for us and we can take a break together or a beer if you'd rather that," I said.
"No, soda would be fine," she said as she sat down.
I retrieved the glasses, poured the soda and sat down to chat. After a few minutes, I again realized that this was more flirting than idle chat. Then IT happened. The it was something that, at the moment, seemed innocent. Madison knocked her glass of Pepsi over and it spilled onto the pile of "paid" bills. She jumped up and seemed to run in three different directions at once. I calmly rose to get a towel to wipe up the spilled soda. But Madison was anything but calm. She kept muttering to herself about being so clumsy. I tried to brush off her comments but she wouldn't hear of it. What she said next still reverberates in my brain. It seemed like a strange thing at the time and after we'd cleaned up it still hung in the air. What she said was and I quote "I deserve to be punished for ruining your paperwork."
"There's no problem, Madison. Why don't you go and continue working on the paper for class," I suggested.
"Ok, but I'd like to talk about this later. Ok?" she asked.
"Ok, but there really isn't anything that needs talking about." I thought that I was reassuring her about the accident.
After a long while, the checks were written, the envelopes stamped and I was in the mood to watch some television. It was getting late and I decided that I would just go to bed instead of disturbing Madison. I told Madison of my decision and that she was welcome to stay as late as she needed to finish her paper. I would turn in and she should turn out the lights on her way out of the apartment when she was finished and that I'd see her tomorrow and look at her computer to see what she needed to fix the problem. She agreed and went back to her task.
The next day, after I arrived home from work and had changed into more comfortable clothes, I went to Madison's apartment to look at her computer. As it turned out, she wasn't home yet from classes, so I went back to my digs and set about preparing dinner. After I had eaten dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, I was just going to watch some television and laze about for the rest of the evening. Then I realized that I'd promised Madison that I'd look at her computer. I headed out the door and when I reached her door, I gently knocked. Apparently she had just arrived home because she was dressed in her usual class attire. She had on a pleated skirt that came to about mid thigh, knee length socks and a pretty blouse that accentuated her feminine curves.
"Hi, Tom. I just got home and was about to come up to your place." She delivered this almost in a whisper.
"Hi Madison, I came down to look at the computer to see if there's anything that can be done to salvage the hard drive," I said.
"Oh. Ok, come on in, then." I couldn't understand her hushed tones and reminded myself to ask her about it when we were through with the pc.
The examination of her computer was done pretty quickly. I turned to her and gave her the bad news. "You'll need a new hard drive and I can do that for you and have you back up in about three days, depending on our schedules meshing. As long as I can get to the store and into your apartment tomorrow night and the following night, you'll have a working pc by Friday. Are you free tomorrow night as well as Thursday night?"
"No problem, Tom. I'll make sure that I'm free. I depend on the pc to study and to research class assignments. I'll do whatever I have to do so that I can have it back as soon as possible." She was still conversing in those hushed tones and it was starting to bother me. It felt like she was not fully responding to me.
"Madison, what's wrong? There's something happening and the way that you're responding to me isn't like you at all. I feel like you're treating me like you expect me to hurt you somehow."
"Well, last night is still bothering me."
" What do you mean? You used my pc to do a paper and left when you were finished. It doesn't bother me, so what's bothering you?"
Her voice got quieter still as she responded, " Well, I DID spill my soda all over your paperwork and I need to be punished." We were still seated at her desk and her eyes never left her feet.
I almost fell off of my chair. "Punished?! Punished for that? It was an accident and we both cleaned up the spill quickly."
"I know it was an accident but I wasn't paying attention and made a big mess. For being so careless I deserve to be punished." She was still looking like a little girl and speaking in those hushed tones.
I was, to say the least, curious about what she meant by punished. I decided to dig deeper into what she thought should be an appropriate punishment. "OK, let's say that you should be punished. What do you think we should do about it?"
"Well, usually I'd get a spanking." That line was delivered so quietly that I thought that I hadn't heard her correctly.
"Oh. Just who usually did the spanking?" I asked.
"Well, my father usually punished me but I've been punished by a couple of teachers and once by my neighbor. He was my father's close friend."
Sweet Christ, I thought. This isn't an act, and furthermore, there's more going on here than just corporal punishment. "Is that what's warranted here, too?" I asked.
"Well that's what usually happened when I was careless or misbehaved. Is that what YOU think should happen?"
I continued along this tract. "Well I've never administered a spanking to a young lady. What usually happened when you were spanked?"
"My teachers and my fathers friend put me over their knees and spanked me." She was blushing at this admission; but I knew that there was more, much more, to this story and I wanted to find out the entire tale.
"Madison, look at me when I talk to you. Tell me exactly what happened when they spanked you." I felt that I needed to assume a stern tone to get to the bottom of this spanking business, so I put on my best game face.
In barely a whisper, Madison told me, " After I lay across their knees, they lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down and as they talked to me about my behavior, they began to slap my behind. I was so ashamed but at the same time I was extremely excited."
BINGO! I thought. That's what's going on here. I immediately knew what was expected of me so I then calmly but sternly told her that she must indeed be punished and that I would begin to administer her spanking right now. "Lay across my lap," I told her.
She looked a bit apprehensive but quickly complied. As she lay across my legs, her skirt had ridden up her thighs a bit. I began to caress her bared legs and slowly slid my hand up her legs, slipping her skirt up in the process. As her panties came into view I noticed that she was wearing black, sheer panties. They allowed just a hint at her fine, fine ass cheeks and I was truly mesmerized by the sight. When her skirt was out of the way, I began to caress her cheeks while I spoke to her sternly. "This spanking will make you aware that you will be more careful and more attentive when you are in my apartment. Do you understand, Madison?"
When she whimpered in the affirmative, I slid her panties to about mid thigh. I then asked her again whether she understood what I had said. There was another whispered, " Yes." I brought my hand down hard against her pretty left ass cheek. A loud crack startled her. I told her that she must answer me and to let me hear the answer. More convincingly, She said, "I'm sorry, yes." I administered another hard slap to her right cheek and I was sure that the contact is what made her jump. I also heard a slight moan from her. I began to administer a first class spanking to her tight ass. All through her punishment, I spoke to her and began to tell her that this is what she could expect whenever she misbehaved or became careless. To her credit, she received her spanking without the tears and crying that I had expected. As I approached slap number 12, I realized that she was becoming excited. Rather than moaning from pain or humiliation, she was writhing on my crotch in a very suggestive manner! Then it dawned on me that I was rock hard! Her movements were right on my cock and only increased my own excitement.
I knew that she was getting some stimulation from my spanking and at that moment, I began to caress her cheeks. I started to caress the reddening skin of her ass and as I did so, I deliberately began to inch my way to the slightly parted juncture of her legs. When I reached that juncture, I felt the unmistakable wetness of sexual arousal. Her secretions had soaked the hair that surrounded her treasure.
I knew that I was in VERY unfamiliar territory. I ran my fingers through the leakage of her pussy. I felt astounded that a woman could get this aroused from a spanking but like a magnet I was drawn to continue running my fingers through the fine hairs of her most private parts. When I heard Madison's breathing become more labored and slight sighs, I asked her "Does that feel good, Madison?" Her only reply was to moan louder. I slapped her ass again, harder than I had previously. "You didn't answer me Madison."
This time I got the required answer. "Yes, it feels really good, Tom." I slapped her ass again and said, "You will address me as Sir when you get a spanking. Do you understand that, Madison?" Her reply was immediate and in the manner that we had agreed upon. "Yes, Sir," was all that she said. "Good. Now let's see if we can take some of the sting out of the spanking, shall we?" When she replied in the proscribed manner, "Yes, Sir." I began to caress her cheeks again. I also began to make my way down to her cunt. When I reached the wetness in her crotch, she spread her thighs slightly. However, her panties, being at her thighs, prevented her from going too far. I then pulled them down to her ankles before removing them completely. I then put her panties on the desk. I was again reminded of my own arousal because she began sliding her crotch over the shaft of my cock. I hadn't been this hard in a long time and decided to prolong the sensations that she was re-awakening.
At this point I remembered that her punishment had aroused Madison but I wasn't sure what more she needed. So I asked her to tell me what else her teachers and neighbor had done to punish her.
She got really quiet again as she answered me. "Do I have to tell you?" she softly asked. "Yes, you do and because you didn't call me Sir, I want all of the details. Remember that if you don't tell me everything you will be punished again and that will be more severe, so I suggest that you give me all of the particulars."
Madison began to softly sob as she told me her tale. " I was punished by my teacher first because I was late for class. He made me come to see him after school was out for the day. I met him in his office. He made me lay across his lap as he spanked me on my bare bottom. He then rubbed my cheeks, like you did. It started to feel good and I noticed that he was getting hard, like you are now. I started to rub his hardness with my pussy and he got harder. I noticed that his rubbing got closer to my pussy, like you were doing. He then told me to get on my knees and take his cock out of his pants. I never heard a penis called a cock and it sounded so dirty that it made me hotter. I got on my knees between his legs and opened his pants and took hold of his penis. I had never seen one in the light and so closely before and I was so hot. I then took his pants down while he lifted himself up. His penis was so big and hard. I took hold of it and he showed me how to rub it so that it felt good for him. He was moaning that it felt good. Then I noticed a drop of liquid was at the tip and he saw me looking at it and he told me that it was called pre-cum. He told me to lick it off of his cock and I did. It was strange because it tasted a little salty but the consistency was like nothing I'd ever tasted before. Doing that only made me hotter, if that was possible. Then he told me that he was going to teach me how to blow him. I'd heard of blowjobs before from my girlfriends but never imagined that I would do something so gross. I was so hot for his penis that I let him pull my head towards it. I kissed it when he said to do that and I licked his pre-cum when he told me to do that. I couldn't believe how excited I was. My pussy was so wet that it was practically dripping. Then he told me to take the head into my mouth and lick it while it was in my mouth. After a little while, he started to slide it in a little bit further and then back out. He kept doing that but he went a little deeper into my mouth each time he slid back into my mouth. It wasn't long before he was touching the back of my mouth near my throat and I gagged. He told me that later he would teach me to do it without gagging but that for now I shouldn't let it go that deeply into my mouth. He also told me to move my head up and down and to keep my lips tight around his cock. I began doing that instead of him sliding it in and out of my mouth. I was able to do it without gagging. Before long he said that I was doing it just right and he was almost ready to cum. I got scared and started to pull him out because I had never even seen a penis, let alone make him cum into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back so that he was almost at my throat and I felt his penis throb and then he began to spurt into my mouth. He told me to keep his cum in my mouth and not let any dribble back out. So I did. He tasted salty and it was a lot of stuff coming out of his penis. I was scared but at the same time I was really excited. I had never been so hot, not even when I made myself have an orgasm with my hand. When his penis stopped throbbing, he told me to swallow all of his cum. I felt so dirty but I did as he said, I swallowed it all. His penis was still in my mouth and he started to get small and soft. He pulled my head back away from his penis and told me that that was the best blowjob that he had in a long time. Then he told me to stand up, turn around and lay across his desk. I did it and he pulled my skirt back up around my hips. When he did that, I realized that my bare pussy was exposed to him. He began to play with me and slid his finger up me. I felt like I was on fire there as he began to play with my pussy. He played with my pussy and then with my clitoris. I had never felt this hot. He made me orgasm and I just lay on his desk, afterwards. As I got my breath back, he told me to stand up and face him. When I did, he told me that I should never tell anyone about what we just did. I told him that I wouldn't. I knew that we would get into trouble if I told anybody. He told me that I should go home now and to think of the consequences if I misbehaved again. He punished me a couple of times after that but then school ended and I graduated."
I was mesmerized by her tale and I was also hard as an iron bar. "There's more isn't there?" I asked. At this question, Madison slid from my lap and knelt in front of me. "Yes there is but right now I don't think that I want to tell you any more, Sir. I don't think that my punishment is quite finished and I think that you need to finish what we started before I tell you everything." She demurely reached for my belt and loosened it along with my zipper and button. She reached into my boxers and took hold of my dick. I lifted my hips and she let go of Mr. Johnson so that she could slide my pants down my legs. With that done, She just leaned in and enveloped my cock. I didn't have to do a thing. I sat there while she bobbed her head along the shaft. Her hands held whatever she didn't suck into her tight, warm mouth. I felt her tongue dance along the crown of the head as she provided the softest suction at the same time. She did this for a short time but I got an idea. I stood up. This surprised her and she let me slip from her mouth. Looking up into my eyes, she started to say "Aren't I doing it..." I didn't let her finish. I lightly took hold of her hair and moved her back onto my tool. I then started to fuck her mouth, slowly and gently. As I got close to my release, I told her, "Wet your lips because when I start to cum I want you to just use your lips on the head. While I'm cumming, just slide your lips back and forth over the head of my cock." Her only response was to mumble and "Um Hum".
Long before I wanted this to end, I was ready to cum. I told her to get ready because I was going to blow my load all over her tongue. She moaned. I moaned and then let loose. She responded by backing off until my head was sawing back and forth across her lips. The only word that I can use to describe the sensation is exquisite. She bobbed her head on my head while she swirled her tongue around the slit of my cock. I've gotten head before, but I've never felt like I did when she coaxed the sperm from my balls. I simply cannot use enough superlatives to equal what she was doing to my cock. I haven't cum this intensely or as supremely in my life.
All too soon, I was shrinking in her mouth. She wasn't through, though. She kept me in her mouth while she provided a suction and licking motion on my deflating cock. I had to physically pull my cock from her mouth because I was getting too sensitive.
I plopped back down into the chair and looked deeply into her eyes. She returned the stare and asked, "Did I do it good enough for you?"
"Madison, that was without a doubt, the best blowjob that I've ever had. It was so good that I need a minute to collect myself. After that I want to do the same for you. Would you like that?" "Nobody's ever kissed my pussy while I was being punished before. It's usually administered with me and then I get the guy off, then he'll play with me until I have an orgasm."
"Woman, I'll do whatever you'd like but as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing like having an orgasm from your partner's oral ministrations." She gave me a questioning look and I said, "There's nothing like getting head. I think that it's better than playing with your partner."
"Well this IS supposed to be punishment for me, isn't it?" she asked. "Oh, it is. But that's past now and I'd like nothing more than to lick that little pussy until you cum so hard that you scream yourself hoarse. Now, stand up, turn around and bend over the desk."
When she did bend over, her skirt had fallen over her ass and most of her long, lean legs. I sat and leaned forward to cares the back of her legs. Moving my caresses slowly up her legs, I lifted her skirt along the way. I deliberately avoided parting her legs and embracing her mound. As her reddened cheeks came back into view, I admired my handiwork anew. Her crimson cheeks looked beautiful. I was getting turned on again by admiring her ass as well as by the fact that I had administered that color to such a delectable ass. After lightly stroking her ass, I slowly made my way to the juncture of her legs and parted them so that I could administer to her pussy. I played with her outer lips and deliberately didn't touch anywhere but on the outside of her cunt. I wanted to save that for later. Shortly, I leaned in and began to lightly kiss her lips. She had by this time begun to breathe heavier than normal and by her hips' movement, I knew that she was getting more and more turned on. Parting her lips with the fingers of one hand I began to use my tongue on her inner lips while I moved my other hand to the front of her mound. I was simply astounded by the taste of her. Her taste was slightly tart but at the same time it was very sweet. I'm not sure to this day, how that could be but I do know that I wanted to tongue fuck her for as long as she would allow me to do it. Running my tongue through her slit and around the opening to her insides, I began to tease her clit with two fingers. It didn't take long before she was shaking and quivering in her orgasm. I knew the moment that she went over the edge because she just moaned until she practically begged me to stop eating her.
I reluctantly complied but told her to stay where she was. I did, however, continue to caress her ass and talk to her while she came back down to earth. When I felt that she was sufficiently recovered, I stood up behind her and took hold of my cock and began to rub it across her slit. At this point, I was as hard as chinese hieroglyphics, again. I told her to move back away from the desk enough so that her torso was all that was resting on the desktop. I moved back with her because I wanted to keep teasing her outer lips. Her wetness was sufficient enough that I was just sliding through her hair. Oh but the sensations on my cock were more than adequate for me! I began to get hotter and hotter. Apparently the stimulation was adequate for her as well because I heard her little moans of satisfaction. When I thought that the time was right, I allowed her lips to engulf my turgid cock and slip just inside her sloppy cunt. Then I just held there to let her know what was going to happen next. Before I allowed myself to go balls deep inside of her, I told her, "Madison, I can't get a woman pregnant and I don't have any STD's. I'm gonna get as deep inside of you as is possible." Her only response was to sigh, "Do it! Fill me up!"
I slowly slid my entire length into her exquisite cunt. Her sheath felt like hot butter. It felt like liquid silk. It felt like fluid ecstasy. It felt like all those things together! The wetness of her pussy combined with the heat of her need and the softness of her wantonness almost made me blow my load into her depth. I didn't, though. I wanted to prolong this feeling forever. What I did do was to slowly stroke my cock into and back out of that heaven. I lifted her above the desk so that I had access to her breasts. I now slid my hands up under her blouse and under her bra to grasp her nipples and tweak them while I was sawing against the opening of her womb. I hoped that I was hitting the secret spot inside of her honey hole. The only sound was the squishing of our wet flesh sliding and squirming against each other and the sighs of our contentment. I also hoped that I could get her off before I did. To make sure of that, I brought my best hand down to the front of her slit and found a very excited clitoris. I did my best to stroke her there, while my left hand continued to massage her breasts, especially her nipples. In a very short time she was pushing back into my thrusts and it seemed like she was gong to go over the edge of her need. I provided her with my best efforts to make that happen. When she started to cum, I released her clit and delivered a stinging slap to her already crimson ass. I guess that my hunch was right, because Madison gave on loud cry of "Oh, Yes!"
I did my best to prevent myself from spraying her insides with my own desire. I just let her slide back down the other side of her orgasm. When she had regained her senses, she asked me, "You didn't cum did you?" "No", I answered, "But I will in a very short time." I backed out of her tightness and told her, "Turn around and slip to your knees, again. I want you to use your magic mouth again. Have you ever tasted pussy before?" "No...Yes...once." I left that discussion for a later time. Right now, I needed to paint her tongue, again. "Well, have you ever tasted yourself, before?" "No, but seeing as how you want me to, I want to do that for you." Christ, this woman was so hot and SOOO eager to satisfy me! I couldn't believe how much I wanted her to cater to my desire. I wanted her entire focus on my gratification. She didn't disappoint me, either. She took control of the situation. I didn't have to move a muscle. She did everything... for MY pleasure. If my life depended on it, I couldn't tell you exactly what she did because I was so overwhelmed with delirious sensations. All that I can tell you is that at the moment of bursting into her mouth, I looked down and saw her take me out of her mouth and glide the head of my cock back and forth across her lips. Sweet Christ, I have never had that happen to me in all of my life. The sensation alone was beyond incredible! The visual stimulation was beyond my experience. Seeing my dick burst it's discharge on her lips and slide down her chin and melt into the fabric of her blouse was past the most erotic sight that I've ever witnessed. Only when my dick had stopped it's spasm across her lips and started to deflate was I able to make any attempts at coherent thought. I had to physically stop her stimulation of my now wilting cock. I grabbed her head and held her still, my dick still connected to her gooey lips. When she realized that I wanted her to stop, she leaned back away form me and while looking directly into my eyes, she slipped her tongue out and licked her lips clean of my emission. While I held her gaze, I brought her up so that she was standing. I looked deeply into her eyes. I noticed a trail of my discharge down from her lips to her chin. There wasn't much there as it had mostly dribbled from her chin to her clothing. I leaned in to the most desirable lips that I've ever wanted to kiss. She began to withdraw form me, until I pressed her towards my own mouth. We did a slow sensuous tongue dance. When we broke the kiss, she murmured, "Wow, I never had a guy kiss me after I gave him a blow job, before."
My only response was, "Madison, if your mouth gives me that much pleasure, I'll kiss you until you can't kiss again. That was the most intense sex that I think I've ever had. After you made sure that you had satisfied me, I think that the very least I could do is to show you how much I appreciate your efforts. In fact, I'm going to kiss you again. I've never tasted myself on another woman, but with you, it just seems right." I again leaned in for a replay of one of the most satisfying kisses in my life.
When we broke from that kiss, I maneuvered the chair over so that I could sit. I pulled her down so that she was sitting in my lap. I needed to tell her some things and I wanted to keep the intimate contact throughout the discussion. "Look, Madison, today has been a kind of eye-opening experience for me. And I need to discuss it with you, ok?" Her doe-eyed response was, "Sure."
"I'm not really good about talking about sexual matters and especially matters of the heart, so if there's something that's not clear, please, just let me know and I'll do what I can to make sure that everything is crystal clear, ok?" Again she responded with, "Sure."
"Ok. I was very uncomfortable with your "punishment" at first. I only thought that spanking was a painful reprimand. Today, however, I found out that spanking can be a very powerful and erotic experience. I've heard of women that are subservient to men. I had always thought that it was aberrant behavior, filled with pain and humiliation. Until today, I never thought that subservience could be so wonderful. And here, I have to assume that it just as good for you." I hesitated. She just said, "I loved what happened." Man, she has a way of saying so much with so few words. "Well, I have to admit that so did I. I'd like for this to happen again. Not from just the sexual aspect but also from the intimacy aspect. The Dom/sub thing has me curious and excited. I'd really like to explore that aspect in both of us. I liked you from the moment that we met. I'd like to spend time with you. You know what I mean...talking, cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping and all of the other things that couples do together. I guess that what I'm trying to say is that I'd like for us to be a couple. I think that I was falling in love with you before but now I want to explore that possibility with you. The only thing that I can see as a negative thing is the difference in our ages. I'm twenty some odd years older than you and I'm not sure how you feel about that."
"Tom, I knew that I was falling in love with you. I'd also like for us to be a couple. If I didn't love you, I never would have exposed my sexual side to you. As it was, I wasn't sure how you would react to my being a sub. Sub means subservient. I've known for a long time that I get off on pleasing my partner. I get just as much pleasure from pleasing my Dom as I do from the sexual act. I get off from pleasing Him. Don't get me wrong, I love it when He brings me off but it really does get me off knowing that I got Him off. Do you understand that?" "Not really, but I'll follow your lead. I want you to get as much as you've given me. If that means I have to let you be subservient to me, then I'll learn to do that."
"As far as the age thing goes, I've always been captivated by men that were older than I am. I think that older men are far more attractive than guys my age. I don't think that your age is a negative thing. It's part of what attracted me to you in the first place."
"I'm truly flattered...and happy about our relationship. There is one thing that I may have a little trouble with, though. Well two things, but first things first. The spanking thing has me a little bewildered. Is that a normal everyday part of our sex life?"
"Let's just say that spanking is a real turn on for me. It doesn't have to an everyday thing, but yeah, it really gets my motor running. I want you to be comfortable with spanking me. I love spanking. I can't explain why it gets me so hot but I just know that it does and I'd like you to be the one to get me hot. If it makes you so uncomfortable, just know that if it gets to be too much for either one of us, then the other party has the right to say enough or something like that, ok?"
"Actually, that leads me up to the second concern. That is communication. I think that communication is the be-all of any relationship. Our relationship is going to need heavy doses of talking because of my learning role in this Dom/sub bond. I need to know lots of new things that only you can teach me about yourself and my new role. I hope that I can unlearn some of the stereotypical things that I've picked up from past relationships, ok? You'll have to be patient because although I'm not your usual male chauvinist pig, I am somewhat of a chauvinist. Know what I mean?"
"Don't worry about it. We'll be teaching each other. We're both taking on a new role here, you know. And yes, I agree that communication is the foundation of any relationship and that ours will need liberal doses at times. That's true of any relationship, though isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it is. I'm just trying to make sure that if there is a problem, it gets aired out before it's too big to solve. That was one of the problems in my past marriage and I don't want that problem to rear it's ugly head at the most in-opportune times."
"I think that we'll be fine as long as we both adhere to that philosophy. I want us to be so good together. I want to make you happy and I want our life to be happy. I want you. If what I'm feeling on my ass is what I think it is, I think that you want the same." That last statement was delivered with a giggle that I've come to really look forward to and enjoy in this woman. But that can be told in another story at some later time. Madison was scrunching her bare pussy across my hardening cock. Right now, I've got to quench another fire in myself and ignite another one on her ass.
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Con Ba Nho
Chiec xe o Sai Gon My Tho t t vo ben, moi ngi tay xach nach mang nhon nhao chuan b i xuong xe. Hung van bnh than ngoi nhn l ang, han co cai g au ma chuan b, cai tui xach nho loai du lch mang h hng tren tay la tat ca hanh trang cua chang, ch vay thoi, va gon gang va tien li. Gia nh Hung thuoc vao loai kha gia cai vung que tru phu nay. Ong ba Tam nh cham ch lam an nen cung co mot so von, ong xay lai can nha theo kieu Tay, o mong that cao, co bac tam cap i len, cong sat. ng ben ngoai nhnh vo moi ngi se thay ngay cai ho ca tai tng chiemm che ngay trc ca nh bieu tng cho s giau sang phu quy.
Chang the ma ong ba Tam a cho Hung len Sai Gon hoc khi chang va tron mi tuoi. Hung con mot ngi ch a lay chong la s quan trong quan oi va ch a theo chong i xa. Cung nh ong ba Tam biet lo xa, gi Hung len Sai Gon too nha mot ngi ban than cua ong, hien ang lam giao s day mot trng trung hoc ma Hung oc hanh ngay cang tien bo, han thi au au o, quanh nam suot thang ch c am cui miet mai en sach. Khong phai la Hung khong ham chi nh bao nhieu ban be cung trang la, nh v hai ong ba ban cua cha Hung bet cach giao duc, ngoai gi hoc trng, ong thng hoi han, cham soc Hung nh mot a con ruot, ong san sang bo het moi viec e giai ap, ch dan cho Hung tng bai toan kho, tng cau van toi ngha.
Cung nh Hung la mot a tre ngoan, biet vang li cha me nen mac du thnh thoang cung co i xem hat, hoac xem sach bao, Hung cung m tng en nhng moi tnh lang mang, nhng man an ai tuyet vi, nhng o ch la nhng y ngh thoang qua trong choc lat roi bay i nh cn gio, Hung tr lai la mot sinh vien ang hoang ng an oi vi oi ngi, v vay Hung cung la nem ao c cua cac co sinh vien cung trng. Theo thong le hang nam, en ky ngh he la Hung ve vi gia nh mot vai thang va se tr len Sai Gon mot vai tuan trc ngay khai giang nien oc mi e on lai bai v. Nam nay cung nh moi nam, Hung tr e My Tho tham gia nh, nhng nay sao long chang thay dng dng, khong con cam giac non nao, hao hc nh xa na, co le la Hung a trng thanh, a quen song o thanh hay v hnh bong cua Hng, co sinh vien cung trng ma moi ngi bau la hoa khoi cua trng luat. Hng nho hn Hung bon tuoi, mi va xong tu tai oi va ang hoc nam d b Luat. Cuoc i oi vi Hng la mot vung tri ay hoa mong, cai la tuoi mi chn, Hng diem phuc c tri ban cho mot nhan sac man ma, dang ngi nho nhan trang treo va ac biet la oi mat bo cau en lay lay thu hut ngi oi dien. Hng t biet la mnh ep, nhng khong bao gi to ra kenh kieu, hach dch nh a so nhng co gai ep khac. Co niem n vi moi ngi, an noi t ton, khiem nhng va oi moi gi cam san sang n nu ci than thien vi bat c ai. Co le v vay ma hau het cac chang sinh vien, ai gap nang cung eu vui ve chao on, xem nang nh mot ngi ban than du rang cha bao gi... co dp noi chuyen. Hung cung la mot trong so nhng chang sinh vien a tnh o .
Tieng ba Tam cat t nhng suy ngh van v trong au Hung .
- Con tam ra cho khoe roi ra an cm, chieu nay khach kha en nha mnh ong lam o .
Hung am cho co le, chang a bet nhng ngi khach o la ai roi . Nam nao cung vay, moi dp co Hung ve la ong ba Tam c to chc tiec tung linh nh, bi v han la niem hanh dien cua hai ong ba, la niem m c cua bao nhieu ngi cai lang nay. Tuan le au tien nha oi vi Hung giong nh tuan huan nhuc quan trng . Suot ngay c quan ao chnh te, ngoi tiep khach en tham hoi u chuyen tren o thanh, roi en ba con xa l xa lac ma Hung cha bao gi nghe noi ti cung mo en tham hoi, von va, roi en ban be cua ong ba Tam cung dat con gai en tham Hung . Ho thng ru r noi chuyen nho nho vi hai ong ba Tam ma mat c len len nhn Hung . Hau nh ngi nao co con gai la tuoi cap ke cung m c c lam xui gia vi ong ba Tam . Hung biet ro ieu o va cung chang bao gi ban tam .
T cai thu mi len mi, Hung a song o thanh, a quen vi cuoc song van minh, a c giao tiep vi nhng co gai khue cat, a biet te nao la ep la hap dan, la kheu gi cua phai n th lam sao chang co the chu y en nhng co gai que mua chat phat, ao ba ba, non la, cheo xuong uoi vt . Trong au chang neu co chang la hnh anh cua cac co sinh vien cung trng, cua Mai, Lan, Oanh, Truc ch khong the nao la con Hai Che au, con Ba Chuoi Chng, hay con Chn Ben o c . Hung tha bo doc theo b song, gi nay gio t mat song long long thoi len lam chang cam thay khoe khoan ca ngi. Cai thu duy nhat cua cau bay gi la tm mot ni yen tnh oc ngoi xem sach, hng gio mat thien nhien, au oc that thanh than e chuan b cho mua oc ti, co hom chang nam ngu quen luon di goc da en toi, bao hai ong ba Tam phai cho ngi i tm tao tac. Hung nham mat ht that sau vao buong phoi roi th ra cham cham, bong giong noi cua mot co gai vang len sau lng lam chang git mnh . "Cau Hung da chi roi chng nao tr len?". Hung quay lai, chang vui ve tra li mot cach nghch ngm: "A , chac mot hai thang roi tr da tren . Co gai biet Hung choc nang, hai go ma o hong e then, lung tung a tay ve ve ta ao noi ap ung. Cau Hung gheo em hoai ha. Tieng hoai cua nang keo dai ma mat liec Hung nh co uoi, na nh gian hn na nh nung nu lam Hung va thay tc ci, va thay nang that de thng, chang nay ra nh lam quen vi co gai que duyen dang . Em au ma sao anh hong biet . Co gai va e then, va lung tung noi lay . Cau au them biet ti ai. Hung bao cha . Sao ma em kho qua vay, lau lau anh mi ve mot lan, lam sao ma nh ai vay ch em au ? noi cho anh nghe coi. Co gai van cui au khong dam nhn Hung ngng ngung tra li . Em la con Ba nho, con cua ong T xom di ma cau Hung hong nh sao ? Hung a len mot tieng mng r. Mi co may nam ma em ln qua nen anh nhn hong co ra, em ln ma ep na . Hung noi ma t then trong long, han co nh con Ba nho, con Ba ln nao au, nhng thay co be xinh xinh de thng nen han von va vay thoi, dau sao th quen biet vi mot thon n duyen dang, de thng nh co nang Ba nho nay cung la mot niem vui. Qua nhien, co nang ngc nhn Hung, mat chp chp ra ve cam ong . Tng la anh Hung quen em roi ch. Hung t biet mnh ep trai, ra dang ve mot ngi tr thc, nhat la nh cap knh can tren mat nh tng trng cho mot th thay cau mien que hien hoa nay. Hung than nhien nam lay tay con Ba nho, giong lam ra ve that t nhien . Neu em khong ban i au th ngoi ay chi cho anh hoi tham mot chut . Con Ba nho muon lam nhng hi e ngai, rut tay ra mieng ap ung . Y hong c au, em co cong chien phai da lien, hay la anh Hung co ranh lai nha em chi i, ba ma em nhac anh hoai ha ! Hung ngh tham : Lai nha em th an cai giai g o, hi sc au ma loi nam bay mau ruong en nha em, e l mai mot co chuyen g lam sao choi cai c. Hung thoai thac : Thoi, e dp khac, tri gan toi roi anh en nha em roi mot hoi lam sao anh ve ? anh i tren b ruong khong quen, l trt te gay tay gay chan la bat en em phai nuoi anh suot i o, chu hong ? Hai go ma con Ba nho o nh trai gac chn, no ap ung tra li mot cach sung sng . Em s anh Hung hong cho em nuoi, ch luc nao em cung san sang. Hung buong them mot cau tham do. Hay la em ve lo cong chuyen i, roi toi toi tr ra ay, anh ch . Con Ba nho sung sng trong long en mc o ch ap ung trong mieng mot tieng da roi cui au i thang. Mat tri xuong dan roi khuat han ben kia song, bau tri van con hi m sang nhng ghe xuong tren song a bat au treo chiec en dau tren mui e de tranh nhau. Hung ngoi ch chng mi lam phut th con Ba nho ra ti, han ng day nam tay co ta roi keo i sau vo pha trong . Con Ba nho va sung sng va lo s, no khong dam rut tay lai, lan au tien trong i c mot chang thanh nien sang trong hoc thc, con nha giau ma suot i no khong dam m tng c nam tay. Con Ba nho riu ru i theo Hung nh mot con cho con i theo ong chu. en khoanh at nho khuat sau may bui cay to um tum, Hung trai rong tam nylon ra roi keo tay con Ba nho ngoi xuong. Hung ghe sat tai con Ba nho hoi no : Em ra ay vi anh ma co ai biet khong ? Con Ba nho noi khe khe : Y em au dam cho ai biet, em s ngi ta hay d ngh, on ai nay no lam . Hung rao trc, chang lo s chuyen o be um xum len the nao ong ba Tam cung dua chang the tham . a, em e phong vay cung tot, cho nen anh cang thng em nhieu lam . Va noi Hung va hon vao ma no, con Ba nho then thung cui au nhn xuong at mac cho Hung muon lam g th lam . Ma Hung cung noi cho co le chang au can no tra li . Mien la no ng phan oi, e yen cho ban tay chang r ram, vuot ve la c roi . Thay con Ba nho c cui au nhn xuong, Hung lay tay nang cam no ngc len, nhe nhang ke mieng len tren b moi no ma hon . Con Ba nho run ban ngi len, no cam thay te dai toan than, lang lang trong mot cam giac kho ta, hai mat no nham nghien lai, hi th don dap. Hung say sa hon tren b moi xinh xan trong khi tay th lon vo ao no vuot ve t ot xuong ti lng quan . Con Ba nho nghe nh co con g bo doc theo xng song lam no noi gai oc tng t, ngi no ra ri nh khong con mot chut sinh lc, con Ba nho chui au vao ngc Hung, hai tay bau sau lng han mac cho ban tay Hung tham hiem. Thay con Ba nho im lang khong phan oi, Hung nhe nhang keo no nam xuong ben han, con Ba nh cai xac chet, Hung keo au th theo o, no nam xuong ben canh Hung ma mat nham nghien, hi th don dap t quang tng hoi. Mi ngon tay Hung nh truyen mot dong ien nhe qua c th no, ban tay chang r ti au th con Ba nho noi oc theo ti o. That kheo leo Hung g nhe nhang nut bop tren ao con Ba nho, hai vat ao va bung ra, Hung sng s nhn cap vu sng trau non na vi hai au num bong lng o hong trc mat, chang cui ngi xuong hon nhe nhe len oi vu con Ba nho mot cach them thuong . Con Ba nho lm ngi sung sng e me, no cam nhan c mot chut kh am am va rn ra trong lon, con Ba nho van nham mat, cai cam giac e me ma no cha bao gi biet ti cong vi s then thung mac c cua mot a con gai con trinh, lan au tien pho bay than the trc mat an ong con trai, gay cho no mot cam giac e me that kho ta . Hung hon say sa hon het vu ben nay qua ti vu ben kia, han sung sng that s . Trong suot thi gian an hoc tren thanh pho, Hung cung a mot vai lan cung be ban vo ong tm em ut, chang cung a nem mui an ba roi, nhng o ch toan la nhng con gai lang chi sanh ieu, cap vu th nhao nhe nhao nhet, va cac co a c thch lam nhng viec ma le ra phai e an ong lam . Hung khong thch thu lam vi nhng chuyen o nen sau nay chang khong i na . Cap vu con Ba nho cang them san chac khi b moi Hung ung en, chang sung sng bop vu no bang ca hai tay. That la tuyet vi, vu con Ba nho that bong lng va san cng va mn mang lam Hung ch muon nuot chng lay, chang dung li liem nhe tren chot vu lam ngi con Ba nho git tng th tht. Hung cang hng ch ha mieng ngam luon vu cua con Ba nho ma nut, gi phut nay th con Ba nho chu het noi, no keu ren trong hng, ngi van veo nh con trung b che nc soi. Tha c hoi con Ba nho khong con biet tri at g na, Hung lien lon tay keo tuot chiec quan en cua nho xuong qua au goi roi co gio ap cho tuot ra luon, san tay chang vuot t au goi no ngc tr len mu lon . Con Ba nho ren r that sung sng khi b moi Hung ra hon len khap than the no . Con Ba cam thay ngi no nh sap boc chay, tay chan nh te liet, ngi no c rn rn da ga t chan len ti oc. Hung tiep tuc hon xuong ti run, roi t t xuong en mu con Ba, ni co nhng si long lun phun, Hung dung hay tay banh cap gio con Ba nho dang rong ra, mot dong kh trang uc ang chay doc theo mep lon roi t t chay xuong ti t con nho. Hung cui ngi le li liem sach nhng giot kh ang r ra, chang liem sach se t lo t len ti hot le con Ba nho lam no ang nam yen nh xac chet bong run len man mat . Hung biet con Ba nho con trinh, khong the ut ngay vo c, chang co lam cho no that sung sng, kch thch bang moi cach cho kh thoat ra cang nhieu cang tot th no se t b au n hn va Hung cung de dang chi hn. Ngh vay, Hung kien nhan them mot lan na dung au li vet t sat lo t con Ba nho len ti mong oc lam con Ba nho thieu ieu thet len v sung sng, no t ong dang rong hai chan en het c. Hung ra len ra xuong mot hoi, li chang bong nhien dng lai ngay tren cai mong oc con Ba nho, chang c dung li ma an ngay tren hot le cua no . Lan nay th hay tay con Ba nho bat chuon chuon, qu qu tren au nh ngi ta ang bi nga . Hung dung au li ua gin vi mong oc con Ba nho them vai phut na roi bat thnh lnh chot thang chiec li vao gia hai mep lon no ma ngoay. Con Ba nho nh ien len that s, no can rang that chat nhng tieng ren van thoat ra t ca mieng nghe nh ang b ai bop co. Anh Hung ! Em thay kho chu trong ngi qua Hung mac ke cho con Ba nho noi g th noi, han cung thay a en luc nen han lon tay m hang nut quan roi tuot ra trong khi mieng van tiep tuc mut cai hot le con Ba nho . Con cu to tng va cng nh trai da leo cua Hung bat ra khi chiec quan x lp tuot xuong nh giai thoat cho no, Hung chom len cam nguyen con cu no d vao gia hai mep lon t nhep cua con Ba nho ma an vo . Con Ba nho ren h h nh ngi benh ma t th c nhong nhong len, t hai mep lon nhng au day than kinh nh nhng dong ien nho truyen len ti oc lam con Ba nho te ieng ca ngi . Hung nhap ra nhap vao vai cai vong ngoai, i cho kh con Ba tuon ra am e roi mi chu ut thang vao. Con Ba thet len mot tieng v au n : Ui da ! Anh Hung au qua . That ra th con Ba au rat vo cung nhng no van can rang chu ng, no khong dam phan ng v s lam phat long Hung, nen no nhe giong noi : Em au qua anh Hung i !!! anh lam nhe nhe thoi !!! Em au lam !!! Mat con Ba o rc v co gang gong sc no chu ng oi mat a am t t bao gi. Lau lam roi Hung cha gan an ba, nen lam tran cha c 5 phut th con cac cua Hung a oi ma ra t tung. Con Ba no cam thay rat rat ben trong ca mnh, phan ng t nhien nen no tho tay xuong va quet tay vo trong, no lay ra th nhn thay ngon tay no toan la mot mau mau o hong, no s set khong biet phai lam sao . Anh Hung ! Anh lam em b chay mau roi ne, chet em roi anh Hung i !!! Khong co sao au, em ng lo . Con Ba nho nghe vay no cung bt lo s, no lui cui lo mac lai ao quan, no mac c then thung khong dam ngc mat len, mieng lap bap roi len len bc i. Em da trc nha anh Hung !!! Hung cung vay, chang lung tung mac lai quan ao xong cam tam nylon ra b song vuot cho sach roi xap lai that nho dau vao bui ram . Hng xoay ngi trc tam gng ln, kiem soat lai ao quan lan chot trc khi en d buoi tiec ci cua co ban cung lp . Co dau la ban than cua nang va chu re cung la mot sinh vien luat khoa ang hoc nam chot cung lp va cung My Tho vi Hung. Hng non nao, nang hy vng c gap Hung em nay, anh chang hien lanh cham ch ma Hng a am tham e t hom au tien nang at chan en trng Luat ghi danh oc. That ra th Hung cung khong co g noi bat lam, dang ngi hi om, cao dong dong an mac th xue xoa lai khong hoat bat nh nhng chang sinh vien khac . Nhng Hng chu y en Hung cung v iem o . a may lan Tong Hoi Sinh Vien to chc i Picnic hoac cam trai tap the . Gia mot tap the ma bao nhieu chang trai san on xung quanh, luc nao cung tm c hoi e gan gui tro chuyen cung nang th Hung nh mot bong m. Chang am tham lang le ngoi rieng mot goc, khong xum xoe ci noi nh bao nhieu ngi khac . Buoi toi ho ot la trai, cac nam n sinh vien thay phien nhau ho hat say sa, ke ca nhng anh chang ch hat e c noi bat gia am ong ch khong can ai nghe cung xung phong ra hat, th Hung ngoi lang le om an em cho ho du rang chang hat rat hay. Co le nh tanh tnh Hung khiem ton, hoa nha ma Hng cam thay men chang, t ra th 2 ngi cung hp nhau im o . Hng va bc vo ca, t nhien bao nhieu chang trai u cung ng day chao nang . Hng lung tung chang biet ai la ai, nang ch biet o la nhng anh chang sinh vien cung trng ch that ra nang cha bao gi biet en ten cua ho. Hng t ton ngoi xuong chiec ghe a e san ten nang, e e then v bao nhieu cap mat ang nhn, Hng cam ly nc a len mieng nham nhap, nang liec nhn mot vong xem coi co Hung hay khong nhng khong thay Hung au, long Hng nh cam thay thieu thon mot cai g, ch en luc thuan tien, Hng anh bao hoi nho co dau : Anh Hung co en khong ? Co ban thong cam ghe tai Hng tra li : Tui nay co en mi Hung nhng khong gap, nghe noi Hung a ve My Tho tham gia nh . Hng buon rng rng nc mat, cong trnh nang an dien ep e e cho ai ngam ay . Hng co gang ngoi chi them chut na roi xin phep ve sm . en nha, nang e nguyen bo o nga ngi len chiec ging nem em ai, nham mat lai suy ngh mien man .
Nang khong hieu sao t nhien lai thay nh en Hung vo cung, Hng lam nham cau th ma nang cht nh : Ngi au gap g lam chi, tram nam biet co duyen g hay khong . Sau cai hom au tien biet the nao la an ong, con Ba nho tron biet, khong dam i ngang nha Hung, ca mnh no van con e am cha het au, tuy trong long no lo s nhng c moi lan nh en cai em hom ay la no o mat, tay chan bun run, mot cam giac kho ta dang len trong long no . Hung cung nhieu lan co y muon tm con Ba nho, nhng chang thay khong tien, cai vung que nay, bao nhieu ngi dom ngo en nha chang, l ai biet c chuyen o em ra on am len th chac la Hung phai vnh vien bo x nay ma i neu Hung khong muon ci con Ba nho lam v . Khoang mot tuan sau th lon con Ba nho keo da non, luc nao no cung thay nga ngay, trong thi gian nay con Ba nho an khong ngon ngu khong yen, au oc no luc nao cung b am anh bi con cu to nh trai da leo cua Hung . Moi lan con Ba nho i tam no c ky co, cha xat ca mnh v no cam thay nga t trong nga ra, con Ba nho thoc ca ngon tay vo lon ma moc cho no a. Con Ba nho van khong thoa man, no van con nh ti cai em hom ay, no cam thay them thuong ky la, no nh tng ngon tay thang Hung a se se au vu no, chiec li nh co gai nham ra doc theo mep lon no roi xoay xoay vao mong oc, no nh ca con cac va to va cng cua Hung nam chat cng trong lon no. ang ngoi oc sach ni chiec ghe bo, nh co linh tnh t nhien Hung ngc mat len nhn ra ca cung va ung luc con Ba nho i ngang qua trc nha . That ra khong phai la tnh c v con Ba a i qua lai trc nha chang hai ba ban roi Hung mi nhn thay, chang gap quyen sach lai, bc ra ca i theo no. Ti mot oan vang con Ba nho i cham lai ch, Hung bc voi them mot hai bc na ti ngang vi no . Hung nong ruot muon biet con Ba nho a lam g may hom nay, chang s l no ngu dai ve ke het vi ba ma no th chac Hung co cach can li ma chet . Hung hoi nho : May hom nay em i au ma sao anh khong thay vay ? Trong ngi em the nao ? Con Ba nho noi nung nu: Anh lam em au muon chet , ghet anh qua ha, em bat en o ! Hung cam thay an tam, chang bat au ga gam : Vay toi nay em ra cho cu i, anh bat en cho nha. Con Ba nho ngung ngoay, h mot cai khong tra li, nhng trc khi bo i no liec chang bang mot anh mat that tnh t. Buoi chieu, Hung bo d buoi cm, chang cam thay non nao trong long mong cho chong toi e i en cho hen. Du i chang a biet en thu ai an, nhng o ch la nhng cuoc tnh tien trao chao muc vi nhng ngi an ba buon hng ban phan, tam b, voi va xong roi ng ai nay i khong mot chut van vng. Hung a cam thay ngan ngam vi nhng li yeu thng au moi chot li, nhng than hnh nhao nhoe nhao nhoet, ung ra th ch e giai quyet sinh ly, khong hn khong kem. Hung nh lai cai than hnh thon nho, chac nch cua con Ba, lan da sam nang, cap vu sng trau vi hai au num hong hao nho xu, chang nh luon ca tum long en mt moc tren chiec mu cao cua con Ba na . Hung non nong, chang en cho hen that sm th a thay con Ba nho ngoi ch san, th ra no cung chang hn g Hung, may hom nay chac no cung nga ngay, bc rc, them khat en mc o moi lan nh ti Hung la ngi no than th, buong troi het moi viec. Va thay Hung, con Ba nho lam mat gian, Hung hoi g no cung khong noi. Hung chang biet no gian chang v ly do g, gian sao con ra ay, gian sao en that sm e ch chang. That ra th Hung co lam g cho no gian au, chang qua con Ba nho mac c nen lam bo cho ngng . Hung ngoi xuong tam nylon roi keo tay con Ba nho cho no ngoi len mnh chang, con Ba riu ru nh b thoi mien . Bong con Ba giat thoat ngi, no va cam nhan c, t ben di con cac Hung ang cha thang len cng ngac ngay len tren mep lon cua no lam con Ba nho noi da ga, va nhot, va sng te ca ngi. Hung bat au r ram, s nang khap ni tren mnh no . Con Ba nho khong he to ra c ch phan oi nao sau khi a tuot chiec quan cua no ra . Hung a tay vuot nhe t bap ve no len th thay lon con Ba nho a t am na roi. Hung khong phai ton nhieu th gi nh trc na, chang lat no xuong, con Ba nho nam yen ch i . Hung ngoi chom hom nh con ech di hai bap chan dang rong cua con Ba nho gac tren hai bap ve chang. Hung nhe nhang keo ra au con cac dc theo mep lon con Ba nho, au cac chang keo ti au, ngi con Ba uon nay theo ti o . Nhn con Ba nho ang tran truong hay hay t ch i, Hung muon uc cac no vao ngay nhng chang van phai co gang kien nhan, chang biet la con Ba nho va mi b pha trinh, du no co nng may i na th ben trong van con au rat, neu chang khong kheo leo chac chan con Ba se b au n. Hung lam nham trong au duc toc bat at du sao chang cung la ngi co an hoc. Con Ba bat au ren r d doi khi au cac to ln, cng ngac cua Hung keo len keo xuong ma khong chu ut ai vo loncho no nh, con Ba noi khe khe : Anh Hung, anh lam g th lam ai i ch anh ra ra ti lui vay hoai em chu sao noi . Hung tra li tnh b : , thung thang t t roi anh cung uc vo thoi ma em ng co nong . Cai lon cua con Ba nho luc nay nng lam, hot le cua no n to ra, no muon Hung phai chi no lien no mi chu, con Ba nho noi tiep : Anh Hung ma c gin cai kiu nay hoai th em gian anh cho ma coi . Hung co y muon choc cho con Ba nho nng len them mot hoi na roi mi chu chi, nhng Hung cung thay toi nghiep con nho roi lai nhe giong: Em muon anh chi lien ha ??? Da, anh chi em lien i anh Hung Nhn cai mat nhan nho, mieng banh ra, hai ham rang can chat ren r cua con Ba, Hung cam thay nh ang tham d mot tro chi thch thu. Chang quyet nh trong au, se choc cho con Ba nho phat ien trc khi cho no hng, chang ch cho no an khi nao no sap sa chet v oi . Va ra au khat doc theo khe lon con Ba, Hung va lan than ngh tham : Chang biet t xa en gi, a co an ba con gai nao chet v nng cha ? Hung c tiep tuc ua gin vi cai mong oc nho xu nh mieng tht d cua con Ba nho . Thay v ut thang vo khe, Hung c nhe hot le con nho ma nhan. Con Ba cong ngi len nh con tom, hi th no don dap, trong bong toi m m, Hung nhn ro ni mep lon no xui bot trang xoa. Con Ba chu khong noi na, no muon van xin Hung nhng co hong no kho rat, li no lu lai . Bat thnh lnh, nh co mot sc manh vo hnh tr lc, con Ba chom day om Hung vat nga xuong roi leo len, no nhom nhom ngi, tay kem cac Hung chat cng ke vo gia hai mep lon trn nht cua no ma t t ngoi xuong . -Anh hong chi th e em chi ! Hung thay no lam d qua, nen noi : _ cung c , chi anh i, em chi cho manh mi c nha chng nao anh bao ngng th mi c ngng a. Hung sng ran ca ngi, trong khi con nho ang h huc chi th hai tay Hung cung a len bop vu con nho lia la, nam pha di nhn len thay con nho ci cai mat nhn de ghet, giong y nh la kh nhai t vay. Chng mot hoi lau Hung thay con Ba nho nay cang lam d qua, han cung sap sa muon ra roi nen noi : _ Em i, ngng i em, anh sap ra roi ngng i cng Con Ba nho hng qua noi tiep : _ Ch em chut nghe Hung, em cung sap ra roi anh ch em chut nghen, e em vi anh cung ra mot lt cho no a . Kh t trong lon no tuon ra khong biet bao nhieu ma noi, lam t nhep ca hai mep lon cua no va tren long la chung quanh con cac Hung na. Tieng nac nghe ong oc vang len eu an, Hung t di bm len, con Ba th t tren bm xuong, Hung cht nh a co lan nghe ngi ban ke lai, o la kieu ong a nho cu cai .
Hng kiem soat lai lan chot nhng mon o can dung : khan tam, kem anh rang, ban chay, may bo o e thay oi, hop phan, thoi son Hng cht nh en mot th quan trong, nang mm ci mot mnh roi keo ngan tu lay them hop bang ve sinh . Moi th coi nh a ay u, Hng gai cai valy lai roi ngoi ch i. Hng biet le ra th nang khong i vi Dung va Tuan, ngi ta i hng tuan trang mat ma mnh i theo lam cai g . Hng biet mnh vo l, nhng khi nghe Dung noi la hai ngi d nh ve My Tho tham nha, Hng lien chup lay c hoi, nang to y muon i My Tho chi mot mnh cho biet . Dung va Tuan nghe noi lien vui ve mi nang cung i vi ho cho vui, t trong long ca hai ngi eu biet ro tim en cua Hng la muon i My Tho ch e gap Hung ma thoi. Hng bon chon,muon hoi do tin tc Hung, nhng thay hai v chong Dung va Tuan mai ban lo tiep khach en tham nen khong tien noi . Roi theo ung thong le, cm nc ga vt bay bien linh nh . Ngi mien Nam von ban tnh that tha hieu khach, lau lau mi co mot lan v chong Tuan t Sai Gon ve chi nen trong nha khong co th g an c ma ho khong mang len mi. Khi khach kha a ra ve het th tri cung chap choang toi, ngon en mang xong lau ngay cha co dp dung en c mang ra lau chui can than treo chem che gia nha . Gia chu lai lan than bay them cai man banh ngot nc tra, va hoi Tuan u th chuyen tren i trong khi may a nho chuan b men goi trong can phong duy nhat v chong Tuan co ch ngh ngi. Hng chan nan ngoi nghe chuyen ma thnh thoang len len th dai. em hom o, v chong chu nha ngu pha sau nha bep, tren cai chong tre thng ngay la ni ng cai thung ln co lot rm cho ga ap, cung u th thung mung khong xai ti . V chong Tuan c sap xep cho nam trong phong ong bang nhng mieng van nho cua thung an ghep lai . Hng ngu mot mnh tren chiec sap go, ban ngay dung lam cho an cm sat ben ngoai phong ngu cua Dung va Tuan . May a nho tam thi di tan chien thuat qua nha loi xom. Hng nam xoay mat vo vach, khong tai nao ngu c .
T hom ngh he en nay, nang bong thay mnh thay oi han tnh tnh, khong con ci ua vui ve, vo t nh trc na . Hng thng tm cho vang, ngoi lang hang gi e mac cho au oc phieu lu ni vung tri xa tham. Hng cam thay nh Hung ky la, ca nam tri hoc cung trng, Hng ch nhn Hung bang anh mat to mo ch cha bao gi ban tam ngh en han, bay gi ch mi vang bong Hung hn mot thang ma Hng cam thay nh nhung ray rc nh nh tnh nhan . Tha la Hng ng i theo Dung va Tuan xuong ay, cai nh no cung ch m ho nhe nhang, ang nay nang biet la Hung ang gan au ay, gia khung canh hu tnh cua ni ong noi, Hng bon chon nao nc ch sang vi hi vng se gap lai ngi nang tham yeu trom nh . Hng nham mat co quen het moi viec e tm giac ngu. Tieng sot soat nho nho trong phong lam Hng chu y, tieng ci khuc khch cua Dung bay qua nhng ke van en tai Hng ro rang gia em khuya tnh mch . Tieng hon ht, tieng ren r nho nho cua Dung lam ngi Hng nong dan nh ang len cn sot, Hng to mo, nn th lang tai nghe. T phong trong vang ra tieng ong cua hai ngi tren chiec ging tre cu op ep . Dung va Tuan eu nh la co Hng ang nam sat ben ngoai, h a cung ha vi nhau la nh chien em nay, nhng la gan rm, v chong tre mi ci ma c nam om ap, c quet mot hoi lam sao ma chu noi, thoi th... ti au th ti, ai nghe... them rang chu. Cang ve khuya, tieng ong trong phong nghe cang ro, tieng th t quang cua hai ngi, tieng ging tre keu nghe cot ket, roi tieng cua Dung keu rt len v sung sng. Hng khong chu noi na, s them muon dang len tot o, va en luc tieng ging tre keu lien tuc nh sap gay tan, tieng cua Dung keu ren trong tieng th hon hen: _ Em sng qua Tuan i! Na i anh... na i anh... em gan ra roi ne... tri i!!!.
- Dung i! Anh yeu em lam... anh cung sng lam Dung i!.
- Nac em manh them i anh... em sap ra na roi...
- c roi, em nam xap lai dum danh i cng....
Tuan ot nhien dng lai va chang noi tiep giong nh ra lenh:
- Em nhong cai t cao len them t na mi c...
Dung ngay th hoi:
- Chi vay anh? Ky thay mo ha...
- ! Th em c lam dum anh i... em nam kieu nay ma anh ut cai cua anh vo th em co nc ien luon... Dung bong dng la thet len mot tieng:
- Ui da! Chet em roi, sau qua anh i! Nac them na i... ng co ngng nghe anh.
Tuan luc nay dng nh cung a tham met, mo hoi cang chay ra nh tam Tuan noi tiep:
- Dung! Anh met lam roi, gi ti phien em phu anh cho xong viec nhe... chu anh chut xu i cng.
Dung va th va noi:
- Anh muon em lam g!
Tuan noi giong co ve met nhoc:
- Bay gi ti phien em ngoi len mnh anh... em ay ti ay lui chng vai chuc cai na la anh ra lien, gang t na nghe cng. Dung noi giong nhong nheo:
- Anh ky qua ha! Chu anh mot lan nay thoi nha, anh la ngi ta mac c thay mo ha.
- a! Lam ngay i em, anh nham mat lai hong co nhn em au, em ng co mac c... Dung c tiep tuc ci y nh la ci nga chng t phut sau, giong cua Tuan thet len trong co hong va noi:
- ... ... anh ra roi em i! Anh ra roi... em ra cha Dung? Dung th hon hen va noi nhe giong lai:
- Em ra nay gi hai ba lan roi... con anh th sao? co sng khong anh?
- Cam n em, anh sng lam... anh sng lam....
Hng nghe bun run ca tay chan, bat giac nang lon tay vao quan... Hng van nam yen, trong long mong cho tri mau sang e nang... i thay quan. Hng thiep i vi giac ngu ay mong m. Ngay hom sau, do s xep at cua Tuan, Hng va Hung gap nhau, ca hai cung ngng ngung chao nhau ma khong biet noi g, Dung va Tuan te nh bo i lam hai ngi cang them boi roi. Hung khong ng gap lai Hng ni ay, ngi ma chang van am tham m c, ban chat Tuan khong thch bon chen, nen c en tay th phat ch khong thch danh git, va lai Hung cung t biet mnh khong bang ai. gia Sai Gon hoa le, nhng sinh vien vung lp vi Hung du con ang theo uoi viec hoc, nhng a la nhng lao luyen trong tnh trng, a nhan mat ni cac chon an chi va phan ln la con ong chau cha. Tham ch, co ngi lai xe hi i hoc hoac co tai xe lai xe Jep a on. V the mac du e y en Hng, nhng Hung ch ngh nang nh mot oa hoa ep trong khuon vien trng, e tat ca moi ngi nhn ngam va chiem ngng ch cha bao gi chang co y nh a tay ngat oa hoa ay ve lam cua rieng. T nhien hom nay chang nghe Tuan bo nho la Hng theo ho xuong ay vi muc ch tm chang, nh ngi nam chiem bao, na tnh na me. Chang c ngoi th ngi ra, tay xoay xoay ly nc khong biet noi g cho ngng. Hng boi roi nhn Hung, t be en gi luc nao nang cung c moi ngi chu chuong, san on, cho nen du nang luon luon ro ve khiem ton, nho nhe vi moi ngi, nhng trong long Hng khong khoi khong kieu hanh v nhan sac cua nang. Hng than mat: _ Hng nghe noi My Tho ep lam nen xuong chi cho biet. Anh Hung biet cho nao ep dan Hng i chi vi, nghe anh Tuan noi Hung la tho a ay phai khong? Hung mm ci khong tra li, trong bung ngh tham. Cai thang nay xao that, hoi nho ay mnh ch biet i theo may a chan trau, hoac ban em len len i cau trom ca vo cua ngi ta...lam g ma biet cho nao ep, cho nao xau. Hng biet trc la Hung khong bao gi t choi nen nang dan ng trc dum Hung: _ Hng thch ni nao canh ep, yen tnh ch khong thch cho co ong ngi on ao. Nghe Hng noi, Hung nh m c trong bung, chang ngh tham: Cho vang ve, yen tnh nhat ay... co le la cai phong cua chang. Hung lam tnh:
- T t, Hng con chi ca tuan le ma, lam cai g gap vay. Sao hong en nha Hung chi cho biet, san e Hung gii thieu Hng vi ba ma Hung luon. Hung tuy noi vay nhng chang tha biet la ong ba Tam a i an ci ngi chau ho vi ba ma chang h di Vnh Long t hoi sang sm, ngay mai mi tr ve. Hng va hoi hp va sung sng, Hung muon a nang ve gii thieu ba ma chang, co ngha la... Can nha to ln nam gia khu vn rong ay nhng cay an trai, khong thieu mot th nao. Hung lien tuc mi Hng nem th het man hong ao en oi xa l... nhng mon ac san cua My Tho, hai ngi vui ve ci noi than mat ch khong con ngai ngung nh trc na. Buoi tra, Hung mi Hng vao nha dung cm nhng nang van con ang say sa vi nhng chun man chn o, cha chu vao. Hung bc nhe en sau lng Hng, hai tay Hung at nhe len oi b vai tron lan cua nang, thay Hng khong phan oi, Hung t pha sau chom au qua vai Hng, tay nang cam xoay au nang lai va cui xuong hon len b moi mong o. Hng bun run ca tay chan, ng khong muon vng, neu khong nh Hung ng pha sau e nang ta vao th co le Hng a quy xuong, nang nham mat lai, hai tay cuong cuong bau vao lng Hung, tan hng nu hon au i cua ngi con gai. Hung khom ngi xuong, be bong nang tren hai tay i vao nha. Bo van go cam lai, day ca gang tay len nc bong loang, o la gia san t i ong co chang e lai. Ong ba tam van thng ke cho Hung nghe la trong thi ky chien tranh,hai ong ba a chat ay nhng bao cat e lam ham tranh phao kch, no con chac chan hn ca ham be tong cot sat, roi en khi at nc yen on tr lai, hai ong ba d lp bao cat ra, bo van van bong ngi ep e, khong t vet. Hung at Hng nam xuong tren bo van mat ri o, chang hon nang say sa. oi mat bo cau cua Hng chp chp nhe roi t t khep lai. Hng tham ngh: Cuoc i nang a nguyen ch dang hien cho ngi nang yeu, bay gi nang a yeu Hung, a xuong en ay tm chang. Hng nh en em qua, nang thao thc v tieng ren siet cua Dung trong cn khoai lac, nang a m c nhng g, th bay gi nang sap c hng ay u, tron ven th co g au ma luyen tiec..... Hung nhe nhang, kheo leo ci bo het y phuc cua Hng, lan da trang nh trng ga boc lam noi ro hai au vu o hong, chiec mu cao cao va tam ban tay cua Hung up vo, no c che phu bi chum long en mt. Hung hon len khap than the nang vi tat ca...long thanh knh. Hng va sung sng va e then, nang khong dam m mat ra, v ay la lan au tien trong i Hng, tron ven tam than tran truong pho bay trc mat mot ngi con trai, lam sao nang khong mac c cho c. Hung khon ngoan, khong e nang co th gi suy ngh, chang va hon, va a au li liem nhe nhe ben trong vanh tai Hng lam nang co rum ngi lai, hai tay ban chat vao tam lng tran cua Hung. B moi Hung tham lam hon xuong ti can co trang ngan roi dan xuong gia hai go bong ao. Hng e me trong cam
giac tuyet vi, au li Hung nh co mot luong ien chuyen qua tam than ang boc la cua nang, no i ti au, ngi luon te en o va khi chiec li chang tien en au vu cua Hng, th ngi nang nh b ien giat, toan than nang run len bay bay, Hung hon dan xuong th ngi nang a hoan toan mat t chu, nang c ong nh mot phan xa t nhien, ngi uon cong, mong nay nay nh b phong la. Hung ngh tham: Gi phut... oi i a en. Hung cam cai con cac cng ngac cua chang ma an vao gia lon trn t ang m rong cua Hng. Gia giay phut... thap t nhat sinh o, ot nhien Hng nh ngi tnh mong, ly tr tr ve lam nguoi lai tam than ang rng rc boc la cua nang. Khong! Khong the c... Hung i! Mnh khong c phep lam nh vay, Hung ng ngang, boi roi nhn con cu ang vn dai, cng ngac trong tay khong biet e lam g. Hung va am c va ngng ngung nh mot ke trom b bat qua tang. That long Hung cung yeu thng, quy men, ton trong Hng, nhng quan niem cua chang la xi c th c xi ch chang le e danh ma...cung to tien hay sao. Thay Hng s hai, khang khang t choi nh vay, le nao chang e nga nang ra ma chi ai th coi sao c. Thoi th... anh phai ong vai quan t Tau cho qua ai vay. _ Hung xin loi Hng... Chang ch noi c bao nhieu o roi lay hoay mac o vao. Hng ngoi khoc thut tht mot lat roi cung mac lai quan ao, nang noi nho nhe, t ton: _ Hng khong tiec g vi Hung au, nhng Hng cung khong th qua de dai nh vay c, mnh ch mi quen biet nhau, khong nen... i xa nh vay, Hung nhe. Hng con phai lo hoc them vai nam na cho ra trng roi Hng mi tnh ti viec gia nh, hon nhan c. Neu Hung that long yeu Hng, th khong nen vt ngoai vong le giao. Hng qua quyet ng day. _ Thoi Hng ve Hung nhe. Hung nhn theo bong Hng khuat sau hang rao dam but ma tc anh ach nh b bo a... Khoa hoc a khai giang tr lai c ba thang. Ngoai gi hoc trng Hng va Hung van co nhng buoi ho hen rieng t e i dao pho, xi ne. Hung cung a en nha gap ba ma Hng. Ong ba to ra la ngi rat ao c, khong cam can nhng van kheo leo nhac nh. _ Chau con nam nay na la ra trng, bac khuyen chau nen co gang. Ra trng co viec lam vng chac roi th chuyen hon nhan co g au ma kho ...Chau co thng con Hng nha bac th noi ba me chau len ay noi mot tieng dam ngo, chng nao ra trng th lam am ci. Chau c yen tam, bac a noi mot li la nh inh ong cot. Hung mng r, cam n roi rt. em hom o, Hung thc en hai gi sang ngoi o be la th, trnh bay chuyen cua chang va Hng, nhng li vang ngoc cua ba ma Hng va xin ong ba Tam chon ngay tot, mang cau trau len noi chuyen vi ba me Hng. Sang sm hom sau, chang mang th ra bu ien gi trc khi en trng, roi em ngay thap thom i ch tin vui. Hung t trng va ve en nha, th ngi phat th cung va ti. Chang nhan la th day com cua ong ba Tam gi len vi niem vui oa v trong long. Khong kp thay quan ao, chang voi vang xe la th ra oc ngau nghien...
My tho, ngay... thang.... nam 19... Hung con! Le ra ba a hoi am ngay sau khi nhan c th con, nhng v co nhieu viec quan trong can phai giai quyet nen mai en hom nay, sau khi a hoi y cung ong ba noi, chu bac, co di, cau m ho hang. Ba va me a quyet nh nen gi la th nay cho con ro. Nh con a biet, gia nh ta tuy khong phai la giong doi cao sang quyen quy, nhng cai nen tang cau ong cha lai bao i nay, ba luon luon gi gn sao cho c tieng thm vi ho hang. Du ngheo cho sach, rach cho thm, trc sau nh mot, truyen thong cua giong ho nha ta la luan thng ao ly tren het, phai khong con? S d ba phai noi dai dong nh vay la e con thau hieu tam long cua ba ma... Hung con, trc het ba muon nhac lai cau chuyen ngay trc cua i ba cho con ro. T cai thi con mai ung quan trng tieu hoc, ba va bac T ( ba con Ba nho) la mot oi ban than thiet, luc nao cung nh bong vi hnh. T viec hoc trng cho en nhng ngay chan trau, uoi vt, luc nao ba va bac T con cung ben nhau, chia se nhau tng nam cm, hat muoi. en cai ngay chien tranh xay ra, ba va bac T cung tnh nguyen vao chung mot n v, cung song chet, an ui nhau nh hai anh em ruot tht. Ba nh cai ngay n v cau ba b phuc kch, ba b thng ngay trong loat an au cua ch, hang ngu b ran ra, manh ai nay lo tm ng thoat him. Bac T con van can am cong ba chay di lan an nh ma... n cu t cua bac T, ba khong bao gi quen dc. Ngay nay gia nh ta nh n c to tien ma kham kha, ba van nh, tm moi cach e en n bac T ma cha co dp, th ... xay ra chuyen cua con. Hung con, Con co biet la sau khi con tr ve Sai Gon nhap hoc c mot thi gian th bac T con phat hien, a con gai duy nhat cua bac, tc la con Ba nho, a mang thai c bon thang. Bac T con tra gan mai no mi thu that, tac gia chnh la con. Hung con! S that a nh the roi, dau muon dau khong ba cung phai co trach nhiem. Ba a hop. Ba a hop toan bo gia toc nha ta chong v. Thi gian khong con bao lau na v bung con ba cang ngay cang ln, ba khong the muoi mat ma e cho bac T con xau ho vi moi ngi v co mot a con gai cha hoang. Ba va me con a ong y la ngay 31 thang nay, se lam le thanh hon cho hai a. Ba me a in thiep va gi i khap ho hang than thuoc. Con ay la so thiep danh cho con e mi ban be tren o ve tham d... Hung nghe nh set anh ngang tai, chang than th nhn tam thiep hong vi nhng hang ch nh ang nhay mua trc mat. Tran trong bao tin, le thanh hon cua con chung toi:
- Luat s: Tran Thanh Hung. Th nam cua ong ba... Se lam le thanh hon cung co:
- Le Th et, t Ba nho Trng n cua ong ba..... Hon le se c hanh tai nh lang ......
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Chu Kim
La con mot gia nh kha gia & la mot n sinh c nhieu canh an ong trong trng chu y... Tuy co nhieu u iem ve ngoai hnh nhng toi van con nhieu oi hoi ve chuyen khac. Toi muon c mot lan & ch mot lan c an ai, co le toi se vo cung sung sng. May cho toi, ch Lan la ngi trong gia nh que toi mi lay chong hn mot thang nay, toi ti chi nha ch & c ch thuat lai chuyen giao hp vi chong mot cach t m & chi tiet vao em tan hon cung nh nhng em khac. Ch cho toi xem bo PLAY BOY v chong phai nh the nao mi sung sng, ch ke cho toi nghe nhng ong tac lam tnh vi chong that t m & ch ch cho toi nhng cach lam tnh that sung sng & e me nhat. Cung t o toi thng tm nhng cuon truyen nh : co giao Thao, bay em khoai lac... sau nhng lan xem xong, ngi toi rao rc kho chu, am ao cng cng nh ngi mac ai. Nhng luc xem xong, toi thng lay tay ut & an that sau. Luc o toi khong con thay au na ma ngc lai toi thay e me khi thay chat nc nhn trang chay ra. T o tnh tnh toi thay oi that thng, luc vui luc buon & au oc luon ngh en chuyen v van. Sau khi xem xong nhng hnh anh me li, nhng canh giao hp cua oi trai gai lam toi thng e y en loai vat, nhng ong tac con chim c gu chim cai canh giao hp cua ga vt & ac biet la thch thu khi thay dng vat cua an ong that s. Do mot s tnh c trong khi ang phong tam mat m mang nhn canh vat xung quanh, ot nhien 1 thanh nien hang xom khoang 20-35 tuoi ang thay do. Khi anh ta quay lai th tat ca ap vao mat toi, gia ngay hang, cach hang chng gang tay la dng vat vi cai au lang bong & cai than dai & to nh cai dui cui, cai au chuc xuong hai tinh hoan, cang nhn cang me li, tat ca c phu bi 1 am long en & ram rap. T o hnh anh o c am anh. Roi en mot hom, toi thay con cho c nha toi giao hp vi con cho cai hang xom. Thoat au con cho c bam theo ch con cho cai & liem am ao con cho cai ang r mau, mot luc sau mat con cho cai kh han i, oi mat no nh m dai, ng n am ao ra e hien dang. Luc nay con cho c nh hieu y, con cho c nhanh nh cat chom hai chan trc len lng con cho cai & ut dng vat a o lom bang ngon tay cai vao am ho con cho cai. Luc o, no lac manh & nhanh hn lam con cho cai ren h h, vai phut sau dng vat a nam ho trong am ao con cho cai, roi chung quay t lai vi nhau, oi mat nh hoang dai. Toi thay ngi nh rao rc manh liet, mat nong tay chan bung run, am ho tng tc cang cng len nh con ca ro. Toi lien cho tay vo quan "silp" & thuc vo am ao lien 2, 3 cai lam ban ra mot chat nc nhn t ay quan "silp" & cung luc o, toi co cam giac sung sng cc o, toi nham nghien mat lai, toi ngh luc nay phai chi co 1 ngi con trai en th hay biet may, toi se hien dang & cam thay khoai ch khi ap dung nhng hieu biet ve tnh duc ma ch Lan a day tren l thuyet, chac luc o toi sung sng en chet mat toi lien ngh ngay en nhng a con trai cung trng & cung xom, toi cam thay that vong v ho qua cu lan & chac khong hieu noi toi ang khao khat van e nay y tng cua toi thch ngi phai that cao ln & that lao luyen, biet lam nhng g toi ang can... Roi bong mot tia hi vong loe len, toi cht ngh en chu Kim, ay ung la ngi l tng cua toi. Hnh anh chu Kim hien len trong au toi, chu la ngi hay en nha toi, chu rat men toi, luc con nho chu thng om toi hon ht. Chu nam nay khoang 35 tuoi ep trai vui tnh, hao hoa phong nha, hay bong ua nen ca nha ai cung thch, vi nu ci duyen dang trong that quyen ru. Chu song oc than tai nha so 45/1 ter ng ien Bien Phu, nghe noi nhu b that tnh nen khong ci v na. Toi ngh chac chu cung ang can toi luc nay & toi ao c ngay bay gi chu en, toi se xong ai vao chu & e chu xuong. Toi ngh chu se chet vi toi v toi rat quyen ru vi cap ngc nung nuc & khuong mat that tuyet m. Toi ngh tham nh vay & toi lai tng tng en canh toi & chu au yem nhau lam toi them nng cc o. Lan nay khong km ham c na, thuan tay, toi lay luon trai chuoi ni goc ging & bc le xuong buong rieng & thuc manh vao am ao, tuy b can bt bi hai cai quan nhng van lam cho tinh kh ban ra, lan nay th e me that. Toi nam lim dim, khi tnh day th thay hai ay quan a t sung. Nh lai chu Kim, toi quyet nh ngay mai chu nhat se en nha e chinh phuc chu lam cho toi thoa man c nhng cn duc vong ang e nang trong toi... Toi nhu vi than hnh o so nay la & sac ep cua toi tat nhien cong vi bo o kheu gi th chac se at c nhng phut giay sung sng ngh en o toi thch thu bc vao phong tam...
em o toi khong sao chp mat c, ch mong cho tri sang e en nha chu Kim & toi thiep i vi nhng hnh anh ma ngay mai toi se c hng. Khoang 5 gi sang toi thc day & thay trong ngi nong ran am ho can cng cc o & toi quyet nh bat day xuong nha tam ra & khong quen ra am ho cho that sach. Khi tam xong, toi xin phep me en nha ngi chu e mn tap on thi, me toi ong y ngay khi thay con mnh cham hoc. Nhng me au biet c nhng g ang thuc giuc con. Toi vao phong lay nc hoa xt len bo ngc ang can cng nh muon no tung, con am ho luc nay th ang git lien hoi toi voi va thay quan ao & mat voi chiec quan silp mau hong khoat len o mot chiec mini jp xong trang iem mot chut t & xuong nha lay xe phong nh bay en nha chu Kim .
Toi bam chuong mot luc lau chu mi ra m ca. Thoang thay toi chu rat ngac nhien, vui mng & voi va mi toi vao nha. Chu nhn toi vi cap mat am am & khen : "chau Thanh cua chu hom nay ep qua" toi a cap mat tnh t ay tru men nhn chu & ngh tham : "chu, sao chu khong noi la chu yeu chau co phai hn khong, sao en luc nay ma chu khong hieu chau, chu quang tay om chau i, chau khong c au", chu cht hoi lam cat t dong suy ngh cua toi : "chau en chi hay co chuyen g khong" toi mng r tra li : "chau muon chi thoi & nh chu cai nay v chau sap thi", chu noi : "thoi gac qua i" & ba sang c don ra. Toi cam thay an rat ngon v c an cung chu, an xong chu hoi : "Thanh thch nghe nhac khong" nhn mat chu la toi biet ca can cau roi..., roi noi : "thch lam" chu noi : "vay ta vao trong nghe nhac" sau o toi theo chu vao buong ben, can buong c sap xep gon gang, ay u moi tien nghi & hnh nh ay la buong ngu th phai v ben canh co mot cai ging, goc ging la mot cai cassette. Chu bat may, mot ieu nhac em dieu noi len, chu nam tay toi & bao : "ta nhay i" toi siet tay chu & u a theo ieu nhac, luc nay duc vong trong toi noi len, canh vat m han i. Toi nga vao long chu cho cap ngc ca vao ngi chu, ngi chu nong ran. Chu om chat lay toi & hon ti tap len mat toi. Tay chu s soang... lam bung ao ngc toi, sau o, chu s soan cap vu toi lam toi sung sng qua. Toi ngh chu lao luyen qua & ao toi t t bung ra tng nut... tng nut lo ra cap vu hong hao vi hai au vu trang non. Chung ang c chu kham pha, man me lam hai au vu toi o ng & ngi toi nong ran len. Toi om chu that chat & chu at nhng cai hon nong bong len moi toi. Luc nay duc vong trong toi dang len d doi & s oi hoi trong toi ve the xac trong toi dang len cc o. ung luc o chu be nga toi len & co toi nang tru xuong v ngi mat thang bang. S day vo the xac lam toi sung sng, khap ngi toi nong bng len. Toi mut that manh & cuong loan, tam li chu cuon lai lam toi e me ngay ngat, ngi mem nhung ra, chu tiep tuc man me cap vu toi lam khoai lac dang len. Roi vi ban tay nong bong, chu tiep tuc ci chiec jp cua toi, e lo cai quan silp mau hong, khi ci quan jp xong, chu thoc tay vao ao lam toi sung sng muon chay nc mat. Roi khong chu noi toi an manh tay chu vao lam mot luon nc ban ra tung toe. Chu keo t t quan silp toi xuong & ke mieng vao am ho toi nut that say sa. Ngi toi luc nay nh co la muon no tung ra, toi ngat len trong cn khoai lac cc o. Khi m mat ra th thay chu can con man me c the toi & noi : "Thanh ep that" & chu a toi mot li ru, chu noi : "ay la ru CHAPANGUE rat bo cho c the & kch thch thng hang", chu a toi uong mot na & chu uong mot na. Uong xong, toi thay khoang khoai & ong thi nng len, toi ngoi day ci phang chiec ao a ci het nut & chiec quan a tuot ti chan & cam lay dng vat cua chu ang cha thang & giat lien hoi. Toi n ra cho cap vu can len, ngi toi rung len, toi nam lay dng vat chu a vo mieng & can nh ien dai. Chu cung bu mut hon toi cuong loan. Hai xac tht quan qut nhau trong hi men & bu mut u kieu. Cang luc toi cang nng len & en luc toi khong chu c na th lay dng vat chu ut manh vao am ao. Hnh nh chu cung vay, hai tay bop chat au cu & nac nhe nhe. Toi rt len, chu dung het sc nac lia la, toi thay sung sng cc o. Toi lien lay mong chu an manh vao them & n am ao len e am dng vat chu cam sau vao trong ngi toi. en luc nay tinh kh tran ra ngoai hoa chung vi tinh dch cua chu, hai chung toi om nhau. Toi sng qua ren r : "sng qua, sng qua... chu i nac manh na i". en luc o nc mat tran ra v qua e me & sung sng. Toi & chu c e dng vat trong am ho & ngu ti tra. Khi tnh day, chu lay khan lau cho toi & noi : "ta i coi phim con heo nhe", chu lay may chieu phim & luc nay, toi thay goc ging co mot khoanh day treo l lng vi mot vong khoanh tron xung quanh co chia lam hai ranh bang nhau toan bang cao su, day dai day thap khac nhau, chu noi : "lat na se cho Thanh thng thc canh vn treo ha gii toi ngh la that, khong phai 36 kieu nh mnh a biet, chac hay lam. May quay phim bat au chieu chu va om lng toi s mo. Bo phim chieu canh mot oi thanh nien Nhat ang om nhau tai b suoi co bong mat. Ho hon ht say sa, tay ngi thanh nien luon vao chiec minijp ngi phu n s mo lung tung, thnh thoang lai a len mieng, ngi con gai cung vay, tay luon vao khuy quan ngi con trai ngi con gai keo dng vat ra man me dang ve thch thu. oan ca hai ngi ng day, quan ao quang xuong at, roi ho om lay nhau tran truong hon ht cuong loan. Ngi thanh nien nay ep trai, khoe manh dng vat to & dai. Ngi con gai co khuong mat that xinh, ngc thon ln, ui hi ngan, am ao co mot vung long en ngay ca gia bung kem gi cam hn toi xa. Hai ngi tran truong bu mut nhau say sa cuong loan tng t chu Kim lam cho toi hoi sang. Luc nay ngi toi b kch thch qua manh bi chu Kim luon tay s nang & bo phim lam cho toi them nng cc o. Toi nhn chu Kim thay dng vat cung cng cng & o ngau, toi keu len : "chau sng qua chu i" ngay lap tc, chu be xoc toi len at vao may vong day a ngi toi u len & buong tay t t. Am ho toi cha ra, oan chu bao toi keo may si day a ngi toi u len & t t buong tay, trong khi chu at mong toi ieu chnh cho am ho vo chung cung dng vat cua chu ang dng ra nh cot buom. Vi sc manh t tren xuong, lan nay dng vat chu am vao am ho toi that manh toi nghe co tieng sut th dng vat a nam gon trong am ao roi. Toi rung mnh sung sng e me en cc o, chu cung vay, t chu cong len nh phong on ganh, toi co manh, hai re day nhung nhay theo nhp an hoi cua day. Toi uon cho than hnh xuong ang sau, qua trai, qua phai, sang ti, sang lui. Toi cam thay kch thch cao o, chu uon ngi len & nac that manh, sang qua sang lai khien dng vat chu am vao lng toi roi ung vao lng toi that happy. Chan tay toi hon loan me li qua, toi buon mieng keu : "sng qua chu i, chu lam manh na i... ". Mot lan nc mat toi chay ra & e me, tay chan toi bun run k la. Bat giac toi am nhoai xuong chiec khoanh k d. Toi cam lay dng vat chu & ut vo mieng ngam that sau tan cuong hong muon nghet th. Toi lien bu mut, can nhe nhe len au dng vat chu mot cach hoang loan. Lan nay th tinh kh cua chu & toi ban ra cung mot lt, chu cung cui xuong bu mut am ho toi that manh. Chi mot hoi toi cam thay met & thiep i luc nao khong hay .
Khi tnh day a 4 gi chieu, nhn quanh khong thay chu au toi cat tieng goi : "Chu Kim i..." th ot nhien xuat hien mot gng mat rau ria xom xoang, mat eo knh en ngi tran truong, ngc ay long la trong that de s. Toi s hai la ln : "Chu Kim i cu chau..." th mot dong vang len : "chau Thanh ng s, chu ay ma..." va noi, chu va ci cap mat kieng & bo rau ra. Bay gi toi mi hoan toan yen tam roi om chu xiet that manh & chu lay bo rau gia choang len ngc toi nhot nhat & kch thch qua. Chu lay bo rau quet xuong han roi qua mong roi xuong am ao. Chu ngam lay am ho toi lam toi mot phen nhot nhat en muon tat th, tay chan luong cuon, toi keu vang : "chu i nhot qua, chau chu khong noi..." am ho toi co giat lien hoi hon loan. Chu vuot ve mot hoi roi hoi toi : "Thanh co happy khong ?" toi noi : "sng th sng that nhng Thanh muon chu lam nhe nhe thoi. Chu lam manh qua Thanh chu khong noi l co bau th me la lam sao...", chu au yem hai vu toi lam toi ot nhien chu khong noi, toi nng len voi cam dng vat chu man me. Toi cang thay happy & kch thch hn bnh thng, luc o toi vat chu ra & chi kieu ba xa xay bot. Kieu nay rat nhan nha & thch thu. Khi ut am ao vao dng vat toi lien xoay quanh ngi chu & lay tam la cho giao hp toi co lam nhanh e dng vat chu an manh vao t cung hn, cho en khi hai ngi cung xuat kh... Luc o toi mi thoi & th ph pho. Sc nh en bo phim con heo ang coi d, toi & chu en cho may chieu phim th thay mot canh uoi bat cua ngi an ong & ngi an ba, ca hai ngi eu tran truong. Ngi con gai vi cap vu to v ai, ch ta trang ao e & gia hai manh am ao la mot hot o o nho ra rat nho & long ram rap xung quanh am ho. Cac ieu o chng to ch con trinh tiet. Ngi an ong bat c co con gai nh ho vo moi. Ga e co gai xuong & mieng cui tm oi moi o mong cua co gai, hai chan ga e gia hai chan co gai cho am ho co gai m ra, ga thanh nien ut dng vat vao am ao co gai & nac lia la lam cho dng vat cang luc cang am sau vao am ho cho en khi dng vat vao that sau th co gai bong quang quai may cai roi nam im, hai tay giang ra & hai tay banh b ra nh khong con g e khang c. Ngi con trai nac lia la & don dap, hai tay th bop au vu, co gai ha hoc mieng ra thch thu & mong co ta bat au chuyen ong nang len ha xuong nh hng ng roi vong tay om mong ngi an ong xiet manh nh muon dng vat am sau hn. Phan b kch thch bi cuon phim, phan b chu s mo lung tung lam toi nng en cc o, tinh kh ban ra am a ca bo long en nhanh cua toi. Toi voi lay tay chu ch vao am ao & noi : "chau lai muon thang nho cua chu ut vo ay na roi..." nhanh nh cat chu be toi len ui & hai chan toi gac len vai chu, chu van kieu toi tren vai & a mieng vao am ho toi nut lien hoi, bu mut nghe ng c,rau chu lam toi nhot qua, toi cap hai chan xuong pha ngc chu, hai tay van gi lay au chu, chu cong kenh toi nh vay, cai mieng chu th gan chat vao am ho toi, va bu va nut i nut lai. Sau o, chu tien ti cuoi phong, at toi tren chiec vong nilon a moc san, chu cung ngoi xuong, ut dng vat vao am ho toi. Hai tay toi xiet manh e dng vat ngap sau vao long & chi kieu : "thay cai au hang" & chu bat toi quay ngc lai hai mat oi nhau moi gan moi that la me li, co luc chu lam chiec vong chong chenh u a nh i tau thuy, co luc a vong ken cao nh ngi i may bay that la happy. Tieng vong keu cot ket nh ban nhac moi da o. T luc chi tren vong chu ch la kieu hon & bu vu toi nen toi thay cap vu cang phong len nh sap muon no tung ra, oan chu be xoc toi len ui chu & tinh kh ban ra lia la. Chu voi at toi nam xuong & cho dng vat vao mieng toi e tam bo. Sau o chu gan chat mieng vao am ao toi & nut cho that sach roi mi bong toi vao phong tam .
Tam ra xong chu mat quan ao cho toi mot cach au yem roi sa soan cho toi ra ve. Chu pha them mot li ru manh & cho toi them mot t nc cam, ca hai cung uong. Mot luc sau, chu t nhien nac len thanh tieng khoc, chu be toi vao long & vuot ve, toi thay thng chu Kim la thng, toi noi : "Chu Kim, chau khong bao gi quen chu" nghe vay, chu hon ht toi manh hn, khong biet tai sao toi lai nng nng am ho, toi voi luon tay vao quan chu nam dng vat man me, dng vat chu that nhay cam, toi va s vao a can dai ra & nong hoi, dng vat chu cng ngat nh cot nha, chu cung s vao jp toi & s mo cuong loan oan chu at toi vao ghe salong ta lng vao thanh, hai tay chu banh ui toi ra van e luon jp khong kp c ra chu ut au vao keo quan silp toi sang mot ben & a li bu nut chun chut an ho toi nng qua chu khong noi na, chu lat ngc jp toi len keo quan "silp" xuong & ut dng vat vao am ho & nac that manh, ngi toi da vao ghe nen dng vat chu am sau vao t cung lam toi phe qua tri, chu nhn toi thoa man thu tnh & noi ay la : "ech ngoi ay gieng", roi chu bat toi quay lng ra pha chu, chu noi ay la kieu cho, toi up mat vao thanh ghe mong cha ra ngoai, hai chan banh ra, chu cong ngi luon chan xuong cho dng vat ut ngc vao am ao toi, hai tay chu om eo toi & nhap that manh, sang trai, sang phai sang qua,sang lai, toi thay kch thch doi v dng vat chu ngc chieu nen s va cham cang manh & am sau hn vao t cung, nen toi cam thay e me vo cung, kh trong am ao toi chay ra nhieu khien moi lan chu nac nghe "oc... oc..." lam toi phai keu len : "... sng qua, sng qua chu... i... chu nac manh na... i a qua" mot luc sau chu quay toi chom hom ngoi nh trc, chu ut dng vat vao am ao toi & dap len dap xuong that manh cho en luc tinh kh chu tuon ra ao ao, chu rut ra & ut vao mieng toi, toi bat au bu & liem tinh kh ban ay ngi, toi liem dng vat chu cho en khi no mem nhung th thoi. Toi lay li liem au dng vat chu nh ang liem mot cay kem. Chu ap le toi bang cach a li liem vao am ho toi lam nhng giot mau hong chay vao mieng chu, xong au ay toi & chu cung nhau i tam khi tri a toi. Ca hai ngi thay bung oi con cao toi & chu lai tu lanh lay o nguoi sau 30 phut, toi & chu an xong, chu va hut thuoc va om toi. Chu noi : "Thanh, t sang toi gi chu a co gang lam Tam ra xong chu mat quan ao cho toi mot cach au yem roi sa soan cho toi ra ve. Chu pha them mot li ru manh & cho toi them mot t nc cam, ca hai cung uong. Mot luc sau, chu t nhien nac len thanh tieng khoc, chu be toi vao long & vuot ve, toi thay thng chu Kim la thng, toi noi : "Chu Kim, chau khong bao gi quen chu" nghe vay, chu hon ht toi manh hn, khong biet tai sao toi lai nng nng am ho, toi voi luon tay vao quan chu nam dng vat man me, dng vat chu that nhay cam, toi va s vao a can dai ra & nong hoi, dng vat chu cng ngat nh cot nha, chu cung s vao jp toi & s mo cuong loan oan chu at toi vao ghe salong ta lng vao thanh, hai tay chu banh ui toi ra van e luon jp khong kp c ra chu ut au vao keo quan silp toi sang mot ben & a li bu nut chun chut an ho toi nng qua chu khong noi na, chu lat ngc jp toi len keo quan "silp" xuong & ut dng vat vao am ho & nac that manh, ngi toi da vao ghe nen dng vat chu am sau vao t cung lam toi phe qua tri, chu nhn toi thoa man thu tnh & noi ay la : "ech ngoi ay gieng", roi chu bat toi quay lng ra pha chu, chu noi ay la kieu cho, toi up mat vao thanh ghe mong cha ra ngoai, hai chan banh ra, chu cong ngi luon chan xuong cho dng vat ut ngc vao am ao toi, hai tay chu om eo toi & nhap that manh, sang trai, sang phai sang qua,sang lai, toi thay kch thch doi v dng vat chu ngc chieu nen s va cham cang manh & am sau hn vao t cung, nen toi cam thay e me vo cung, kh trong am ao toi chay ra nhieu khien moi lan chu nac nghe "oc... oc..." lam toi phai keu len : "... sng qua, sng qua chu... i... chu nac manh na... i a qua" mot luc sau chu quay toi chom hom ngoi nh trc, chu ut dng vat vao am ao toi & dap len dap xuong that manh cho en luc tinh kh chu tuon ra ao ao, chu rut ra & ut vao mieng toi, toi bat au bu & liem tinh kh ban ay ngi, toi liem dng vat chu cho en khi no mem nhung th thoi. Toi lay li liem au dng vat chu nh ang liem mot cay kem. Chu ap le toi bang cach a li liem vao am ho toi lam nhng giot mau hong chay vao mieng chu, xong au ay toi & chu cung nhau i tam khi tri a toi. Ca hai ngi thay bung oi con cao toi & chu lai tu lanh lay o nguoi sau 30 phut, toi & chu an xong, chu va hut thuoc va om toi. Chu noi : "Thanh, t sang toi gi chu a co gang lam chau sng chau thay the nao ?". Toi a tay khe nhe vao ma chu & noi : "Chu la vua roi con g, chu khong thay Thanh sng gan nh muon chet roi con g, Thanh thay rao rc the nao, v sung sng qua nen Thanh co gang chu ng, neu khong Thanh en ay lam g...". Chu ci noi : "The kieu g la nhat, d nhien la kieu vn treo ha gii & 6*9 la nhat roi trong hai kieu o , chau thch kieu nao nhat ?". Toi mm ci : "Kieu nao chau cung thch ca, chu khoe lam & rat ranh tam l phu n, chau that xng ang vi chu, chau khong bao gi an han v nhng g a xay ra". The la chu om hon toi khap ngi, mot lan na chu a mot tay xuong vuot ve that em dieu cach chu bu li that tai tnh cong them ham rang la yeu to toi yeu thch. Chu va vuot ve va noi : "Thanh cua chu ep lam cha bao gi chu thay ai co ngoai hnh hap dan nh Thanh, vi cap vu nh hai qua ao, ngi Thanh trang treo, long en ram rap trong that gi cam, Thanh ung la mot co gai a dam". Nghe chu noi toi vo cung sung sng, chu om toi vao long, tay chu so mo khap ngi toi, ngi toi rung len ban bat, am ho toi nng len, mot tay toi cam tay chu a vao am ho, tay kia s soat ngoac ngheo dng vat chu & khong dan c cn nng cua am ao manh liet. Toi lien ci het ci het quan ao & san ti lot quan ao chu. Quan chu va ci ra th dng vat cng len nh mot cai lo xo, toi lay dng vat chu sut len sut xuong trong am ho toi cho kh chay ra & ut that sau vao mieng. Tay toi man me hai hon dai. Mieng can dng vat chu nh ien dai. Chu sng qua c nang t len e cho dng vat an sau vao mieng toi. c mot hoi chu met qua th hon hen nh cho lam vang ca nc dai xuong mat toi, toi van thay happy & toi can that manh hn. Chu sng la len : "Thanh nhe... nhe... thoi, a qua... h... bu nut i... bu manh len... sng qua Thanh i...". Chu luong cuon ci ca bo rau gia & e toi ra ghe, chu bat au liem can vao am ao toi & bu nut lia la hai ui toi kep chat vao au chu nh s chu bat than ngng lai, chat toi chet mat, toi ren r : "chu Kim i sng qua chau muon ien len na roi, chu bu na i" am ao toi chay kh cang nhieu, chu Kim uong ng c nh uong bia to ve rat them thuong. Sau o toi ay ngi chu ra e len ngi chu & nam lay dng vat chu ut vao am ho toi. Toi nac lia la cho dng vat am sau vao tan ay t cung, ngi chu cong len lam toi hng thu, toi dap len dap xuong nhanh hn,am ao toi lai xuat kh, chu quay au lai chi kieu 6*9 & cung 1 luc toi & chu say sa bu mut nhau khien toi sung sng. Luc o tinh kh ban vao co, thiep i & khong biet g het .
Khi tnh day a 3 gi sang, nh the la het ng ve, toi chang ca cam nhng g a xay ra cho toi. Ch can chu Kim cho toi toi nay ma thoi. Toi thay kho mieng, toi ra tu lanh lay nc uong & thay khoang khoai. i lai th thay chu Kim ngu nh chet, dng vat xu xuong that la tham hai, bat giac toi lai noi hng. Toi a tay len mang me dng vat chu. Toi lam chu tnh lai ngay, chu vn vai & hoi toi : "sao Thanh khong ngu", toi tra li : "chau khat nc nen i uong nc" toi a tay len vuot mat chu, tay toi keo tay chu & s mo hon loan ca len roi lai hon nhau. Chung toi om nhau quan quai tren ging, moi chu lt t tren trang xuong mui, cam, t cam chu hon dan xuong moi toi. Toi & chu nut moi say sa, cuon nhiet, moi chu xuong t t ti ngc toi, xuong na, chung toi hon nhau tr au kieu 6*9, bu lan nhau chu d nhng mon s trng cua ham rang, li. oan chu trn len ngi toi, dng vat chu thu san vao am ho toi chi kieu ong ba lo lac kieu nay nhan nha lam. Chu nam sap len ngi toi, hai tay xoa cap vu & mieng can li , dng vat chu cang luc cang cng cng am sau vao am ho toi hn, dap len dap xuong. Rieng toi moi lan chu dap len toi lai nang hai bap tht am ho len e an khp vi nhau, nen dng vat chu am sau khong con cho h. oan chu rut & trn ngi ut chat vao khe vu toi. Ch 30 giay sau th tinh kh ban ra ay mat toi, toi lay tay vuot mat ong thi tay kia chuyen dng vat chu cho vao mieng ngam cho sng. Chu goi ay la kieu thay t ganh da nh thng le, chu cuoi xuong bu nut am ao toi & ca hai cung ngu en sang. Trc khi day, chu & toi con chi kieu ong ba lo lac , roi mi i ra mat .
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Chuyen Ngi Con Gai Ten Trinh
Ba Trinh qua i khi Trinh mi va 8 tuoi. Thu la Me cua Trinh luc o mi co 26 tuoi, nhng v thng con, Thu ch lo i lam , lo nuoi con va khong he ngh en mot ngi an ong nao khac na. T luc be la Trinh a rat t ci, t noi va gng mat luc nao cung m net au sau. Ch vai ngay na la en ngay sinh nhat th 17 cua Trinh. Sang nay Trinh lai ngoi tren ging xoi gng nhn than the cua mnh.
Trinh co mai toc en mc va dai ti ngang lng. Vi gng mat hnh trai soan, cap mat bo cau long lanh nhng luc nao cung buon ba. Trinh lai co cai song mui doc da trong vo cung can xng vi oi moi o mong cua nang. Trinh dung hai tay nang niu bop nhe nhe cap vu to tron va cang ay nha song cua mnh, roi r cai lo run that la ngay ngo tren bung. Tng phan vi cap ngc tron xoe cua Trinh la cai eo thon thon nho xu. Trinh dung may ngon tay lan vao m long en bong tren mu lon roi xoa nhe nhe. Roi nang th dai chan chng khi nhn en chan trai cua mnh. Trinh b liet, chan trai cua nang b teo, trong rat xau x. Trinh nam bat ra ging buon ba phi bay than hnh trang boc nh trng ga luoc cua mnh. Trinh tui than, nang lay men che cai chan b tat lai.
Moi lan i au th Trinh phai lap cai chan danh cho ngi b liet vao, nen Trinh rat t i ra ngoai. Trinh c tron trong nha, nen da nang a trang lai cang trang them, toc nang a en tuyen lai cang en tuyen them. Trong nang rat la ep. Trinh cung biet mnh ep lam. Nang rat chan khi ngh en tuoi xuan cua mnh ang troi qua mot cach that yen lang. Trinh muon khoc gao len khi thay nhng co gai cung la tuoi eu co ban trai va co ngi yeu.
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Chieu nay i lam ve Thu vui ve hn h noi vi Trinh:
"Trinh, hom nay me con mnh i an cm tiem, con nhe?"
That s Trinh khong muon i, nhng thay me vui qua nen nang ci gat au ong y. Thu i vao nha trong roi noi them:
"Me i tam, Con hay thay quan ao trc i."
Trinh da mot tieng roi vao trong. Nang lay hoay lap cai chan sat vao chan trai cua mnh roi ban cai quan Jean va ao s mi trang. Nang chay lai mai toc roi ngam ngha trong gng mot t. Trinh t nhu "Mnh ep that" roi nang th mot cai that dai va i khap khenh ra nha tren ngoi ch me.
Bong co tieng chuong, Trinh khap khenh i ra m ca. Mot ngi an ong trung nien, an ban tm tat, ci vi Trinh roi hoi:
"Me ve cha chau?"
Trinh cha tra li th Thu t trong nha noi vong ra:
"Trinh, con m ca cho chu Phong vao i con, chu ay mi me con mnh i an cm toi nay o."
Roi Thu bc ra, van cai khan tam ngang ngi noi them:
"Anh at xe vo nha i, Em goi ien thoai cho tac xi nhe?"
" em goi tac xi i la va o em."
Trinh chng hng vi cach xng ho cua hai ngi. Nang m cua cho Phong dat chiec xe 'dream' vo nha. Phong ngoi oi dien vi Trinh. Chang muon lay long Trinh nen ci hoi ba loa:
"Chau nam nay bao nhieu tuoi vay?"
Trinh cuoi au ben len tra li:
"Da, chau 17 tuoi."
"Chau hoc lp may vay?
"Da chau ngh hoc lau roi.
Noi xong Trinh ngoi im. S Trinh ngai nen Phong ci he he hoi v van e pha tan bau khong kh lanh o:
"Ne .. chau co bo bt g cha, co th dng co giau chu nhe. He he... Chu khong noi cho me biet au, he he ..."
Trinh thoang buon tra li:
"Da chau khong dam co bo ..."
"O, Cha co th t t e chu gii thieu cho, he he ... Chau ten g?"
"Da, ten Trinh."
"O cai ten ep qua, chau cung ep lam o."
Trinh rat ghet ai khen mnh ep, v khen ep nh la am mot li dao xuyen vao tim nang vay. Trinh buon buon tra li:
"Da, chau khong dam, chau cung khong ngh en ban trai au ..."
Phong ci to e gay thien cam vi Trinh. Th luc o me Trinh cung bc ra. Phong noi ln:
"O, trong em ka, em ep qua. Ca hai me con eu ep ca , he he ..."
Me Trinh ci nhoen mieng va noi:
"Anh ch kheo nnh am, coi chng con no ci cho o."
Trinh vo cung b ng, qua s oi thoai cua hai ngi, nang hieu ngay cai quan he cua me va ngi an ong ten Phong kia. Trinh co vui roi ci theo. Ngay luc o th co chiec tac xi au trc ca ban ken inh oi. Me Trinh hoi thuc Phong va Trinh, roi ba ngi leo len chiec xe tac xi i ra trung tam sai gon an cm toi.
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Roi c moi chieu th Bay, Trinh eu i an cm toi vi me va chu Phong. Trinh th khong e y viec lam cua me mnh nen Trinh khong co cam tnh ma cung khong co ac cam vi Phong. Thu nhan thay Trinh khong co phan ng g ve viec cua mnh, nen Thu thay khoan khoai hn va co nhng c ch t nhien hn vi Phong.
Mot chieu th bay no, sau khi i an toi ve, Phong ngo y ngu lai, Thu liet nhn qua con roi ong y. Trinh khong noi g, nang to ve bnh thng nh khong co chuyen g ca. Ve en nha, Me va chu Phong coi TV, Trinh xin phep i ngu sm v met. That s Trinh khong ngu , nang ch nam nham mat va lang nghe me va Chu Phong tro chuyen. Mot luc sau hai ngi a nhau vo ging ngu. Nha chat nen ging cua Trinh va ging cua me c ngan ra bang mot cai man vai. Anh sang t m cua cai en ngu di chan tng cung u cho Trinh thay bong cua hai ngi ang gin ht vi nhau. Trinh cham chu nhn va lang tai nghe, Nang nghe me noi nho nho:
"Anh , ng nhe, con Trinh no con thc o."
"No ngu roi em a, khi nay anh co nghe no ngai."
"Th t t i anh, e em coi no ngu cha !"
Trinh biet la hai ngi se lam tnh vi nhau. Nghe me noi nh vay Trinh gia v nham mat ngu say. Me Trinh ven man bc qua, ti ging Trinh, Thu keo mem ap ngang ngc cho con roi i ra sau bep. Chng mot phut , Thu tr vo i ngang qua ging cua Trinh. Trinh biet la me se tr lai nen nang van v ngu say. Thu nhn con roi ven man i qua phong mnh.
Mot thoang sau, Trinh m to mat va muon nhn thau qua cai man vai. Tuy ch nhn thay hai bong en, nhng Trinh biet la ho ang tran truong, va Trinh cung nhan nh ro cac ong tac cua hai ngi. Trinh co gang theo doi hai bong en ang lam tnh.
Chu Phong quy goi , Trinh thay ro mot khuc tht cha ra ni phan di bung cua Phong. Me Trinh cam lay khuc tht o, dng nh a no vao mieng. Trinh thay me up mat vao o. Trinh biet la me a li anh pht tren au khuc tht o cua chu Phong roi ra vong len vong xuong chung quanh no. Mot luc sau, Chu Phong nam gh toc me ma than hnh th ca quay manh liet.
Chu Phong e me nam xuong roi lom chom tren mnh me. Chu bat au hon ht, liem tren mat me roi tren ngc me, tren bung me va Chu ay ra li khap ngi cua me. Chu Phong up mat vao phan di bung cua me, Chu Phong ht lien hoi, roi dng nh chu ay hun cho ay cua me, Trinh nghe thoang thoang may tieng lach phach. Me Trinh n ngi, gac mot chan len tren cai goi. Trinh nghe me bat au ren r nho nho, roi th thay me quan ngi qua lai.
Chu Phong ngoi len, quy goi banh hai ui me ra. Trinh chom au len mot chut nhn hai bong en cho ky hn. Chu phong nh la e cu cua chu vao am ho cua me ma nac that manh. Me Trinh ru len, bau chat lay canh tay chu . Chu Phong tiep tuc dap vao phan di bung cua me that manh, luc nay hau nh hai ngi khong con e y la Trinh ang nam ben kia tam man vai. Chu Phong an manh, dap len dap xuong lien hoi, thnh thoang lai ngng lai oi kieu. Chu ay vat hai ui me len hai canh tay roi tiep tuc h huc.
Me Trinh vat chu Phong xuong, roi leo len ngi chu nh la ci nga. Me ngoi chom hom tren mnh chu , hai chan dang ra hai ben, chong hai ban tay xuong ging. Trinh nhan thay la me a tay nam lay khuc tht cng cong cua chu va nhet vao di hai ben hang. Me Trinh cong ngi len, hai chan nh la cng , dung mong t hay len hay xuong lien hoi.
Chu Phong lat me lai, me bo chong mong tren ging. Chu a tay keo mong t me len , cap mong tron cua me chong len cao hn. Chu Phong nhet cai o vo mong me roi om xat lay mong t me, chu lam tac ong ra vo that eu an. Luc nay me Trinh nh la sng qua ren ra hi ln. ot nhien, chu Phong gam g len, th o e gap rut , bau chat lay mong t cua me. Trinh thay ngi chu Phong git len tng hoi, roi vat xuong tren lng me. Me Trinh khong nhuc nht khi chu ay nam rap tren ngi nang, Trinh nghe tieng me th doc ra... "Anh aaa...! ". Roi ca hai nam im lang.
Trinh cha tng bao gi c nam tay mot ngi con trai. Ma gi ay nhn thay canh lam tnh. Toan than Trinh nhot nhat va co mot cam giac te te kho dien ta. Trinh cam thay nc nhn ni am ho mnh a tuon ra. Trinh cam thay niem sung sng, va co nhng cam giac ky la, va kch thch, va thoa thue. Trinh keo chan trum knh au roi co do giat ngu.
Chu Phong c ghe nha Trinh ngu vai em mot tuan. Tuy khong e y en chuyen tnh yeu cua me nhng dan dan Trinh tr nen vui ve va ci m hn vi chu Phong. Khi nghi en than phan cua mnh, Trinh vo cung buon chan. Trinh tham ngh "mnh se song nh vay cho en het cuoc i hay sao !, mnh se khong bao gi biet tnh yeu la g !, sao tri ay mnh nh vay ch !". Co luc Trinh muon t t chet i cho qua khoi kiep nay.
C moi lan nhn chu Phong va me lam tnh qua tam man vai, la Trinh nh muon ien len. Nhn hai cai bong en o h hut, quan qut va nghe ho ren r, th Trinh non nao, xao xuyen, bon chon. Toan than Trinh nong ran, cap vu xan lai, hai au vu cha nhon len, Trinh nng lon qua, hai mep lon cng map to ra va Trinh kho chu khong the ta noi. Moi lan nh vay Trinh tuon ay dam thuy, t nhem nhep ca quan. Tuy quan t dam, nhng Trinh khong bao gi dam i ra, v Trinh gia v ngu kia ma. Trinh c e quan t nh the roi ngu. Sang ra chat nc nhn a kho , ong vay tren mu lon va hai ben hang.
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em qua chu Phong ngu lai. Sang nay Trinh con nam tren ging va nghe c chu Phong khong i lam chung vi me ma chu phai tr ve nha chu co chut chuyen. BANG ! Mot y ngh tao bao thoang ra trong au Trinh, roi nang t l "Nhng neu chu phong khang c th mnh chet vi me, khong c .. khong c. Trinh i may co ien hay khong !?" . Trinh lien xoa bo y ngh loan luan o i ngay lap tc. Khi ca hai dat xe ra ca Trinh nam trong nha len tieng :
"Chu Phong a ! trc khi ve nha cua chu, chu ghe mua cho con mot phan cm nhe ?"
Me Trinh a ay xe ra trc, Phong va ay xe mnh ra va khep ca lai va noi ln:
"c roi , chu se ghe nga sau mua cho con mot phan, con ch khoang na tieng ong ho nhe ?"
"Da , cam n chu ."
Ho i roi, Trinh leo xuong ging, roi le cai chan liet i khap khieng vo nha tam. Trinh va tam va suy ngh vu v vi y ngh ban nay "Dp may ngan nam mot thu .. , neu khong th mnh se khong bao gi biet c .. , lam sao bay gi .., khong biet chu ay co chu khong .., neu chu ay khang c th mnh phai chet thoi .., nhng neu khong th .., tri i mnh phai lam sao ay." Trinh say me tam va suy ngh vu v.
Phong tr lai ay ca vo nha. e boc cm tren ban Phong len tieng:
"Trinh a, ngu day cha? chu mua cm roi ay, chu e tren ban o."
Nghe tieng Phong, Trinh hot hoang keo cai khan quan ngang ngi roi tap tenh bc len nha. Trinh nhn Phong ti ci:
"Chu mua xong roi ha? Con cam n chu nhe ."
Phong nhn Trinh roi noi:
" , ! con an i, chu phai i ve ay."
Hom nay Chu ay trong ep trai the. BANG ! BANG ! y ngh o lai thoang ra rat le trong au Trinh. Trinh let ti ban roi gia v vap te. Trinh co tnh vung hat cai khan long ra xa roi te rap xuong. Phong hoang hon chay en, nhng Phong khng lai mot giay "Mot than the trang boc , ep tuyet ang nam xoai tren san nha ". Phong ngoi xuong vnh vai Trinh, nhn song lng trang ngan cua Trinh roi liet le xuong cai mong. Mot ben th tron lng, con mot ben th teo lai va lep theo cai chan ben trai. Phong noi ln e khoi phai ng ngang:
"Con , con co sao khong vay? au khong ?"
Trinh lom com ngoi day, co tnh cho Phong nhn thay phan trc than the cua mnh. Trinh bo lay cai khan long roi keo len che s sai trc ngc. Cam cai khan trc ngc Trinh van tran truong ngoi bep va xoay cai chan teo ra. Phong thoang nhn cap vu khong lo cua Trinh va am long en tuyen tren mu lon nang. Biet Phong nhn ngc mnh, Trinh nhan thay tnh hnh co phan tot ep, nang noi:
"Con chong mat qua , chu bong con vo ging nhe ?"
Phong bong Trinh len, ang i vo nha trong th Trinh co tnh lam ri cai khan xuong at. Trinh tnh b om co Phong va nham mat lai nh la met lam. Mot than the trong trang cua mot trinh n nam trong vong tay cua Phong, Chang hoang mang khong dam ngo Trinh, c nhn thang ve pha trc va bong Trinh vo ging. at Trinh xuong ging, Phong lien keo chan ap cho Trinh. Chang noi:
"Con co can chu i mua thuoc men g khong?"
"Chac khong can au chu, cao gio c roi, chu cao gio cho con i ."
Noi roi Trinh hat cai chan ra, ngoi len, hat mai toc qua mot ben roi nam xap lai. Trinh co tnh khoe than the mnh trc mat Phong. Phong lai thay cap ngc khong lo cua Trinh na, chang bang hoang i lay dau va mieng the bai e cao gio cho Trinh.
Phong cam chai dau tr vo, Trinh van nam xap tran truong. Phong nhn than the Trinh t au en chan . Chang lat au roi bat ac d ngoi xuong cao lng cho Trinh. Trinh nam yen khong noi, nang ang co nhng suy ngh tao bao, "lam sao ay.., a en nc nay roi, mnh phai lam the nao ch ! .., mnh phai lam sao cho chu ay khong nghi ng mi c ". Phong va cao gio cho Trinh va nhn cai mong tron duy nhat cua Trinh nhut nht tng tng theo tng ong tac cao gio. Tuy khong dam ngh bay ba, nhng con cu cua Phong cung t t cng ngat trong quan.
Mot vai phut sau, Trinh la len :
"au qua , chu cao lng con au qua. Thoi chu cao trc co con i."
Phong cha kp noi g th Trinh ngoi phat ay, nam nga ra ging, xoay hai tay, nham mat roi ngc au ngang co len. Phong ien ca ngi, nguyen mot than hnh trang toat, hai cai vu to nh hai trai bi, cai bung cai eo, m long en tuyen tren mu lon, va ngay ca cai chan teo eu phi bay ro rang trc mat Phong. Chang khong noi g, lo cao gio tren co cho Trinh. Trong luc ang cao gio th cap vu rung rinh, ay ti ay lui trong that hap dan. Phong suy ngh "Con be nay muon g ay ?, tai sao no lai tran truong nh the ma khong ai ngai ?, hay la no muon .. , bay qua, khong c au , neu no la bai hai th mnh mat mat het ca me lan con. .., chac no benh qua nen khong y t g ca !.., co le no cha tng ngh en van e trai gai, co le no cha biet g,.. co le no con ngay th , va lai co le no b tat quyen nen khong bao gi biet en van e mac c .., co le la nh vay".
Phong tiep tuc cao nhe nhe tren co Trinh. Chang nhn khong chp mat than the Trinh , bo ngc vung cao kieu hanh, oi num vu xinh xinh, o hong nh khieu khch nh ang mi moc , chung qua to ln so vi than hnh be nho cua Trinh, cai lon th rat ngay ngo va non nt vi m long en vung cao, chan ben trai Trinh b teo nhng chan ben phai lai rat la ep. Phong co xua uoi i nhng y tng bay ba, nhng con cu trong quan c cng len nh muon chui ra ngoai.
Bat cht Trinh m mat, Phong luong cuong nhng Trinh nhoeng mieng ci. Phong hoi:
"Con bt cha, bt roi th chu i ve."
"Con bt chut chut roi, nhng chu khoan ve a."
That s th Phong cha muon ve. Chang ang ban than v ang tranh au vi nhng ly tr trong au. Con Trinh th ban than v khong biet phai lam the nao. Hai ngi c nhn nhau, roi ci, roi ci. Dng nh ci a la cau tra li vo hnh cho ca hai.
Trinh tao bao choang tay qua hong Phong roi ruc au vao bung chang. Tim nang ap thnh thch.. Phong tan ngan mot thoang roi chang cui xuong hon vu Trinh, hon het ben nay roi ben kia, Phong hon that lau vao hai num vu xinh xan, roi chang ke mieng vao nut that la manh. Trinh sung sng en e me, nham nghien mat lai tan hng cai cam giac ma cha bao gi Trinh biet en. Phong dung li chang th ra ra vao hai au vu Trinh, roi chang va bop va r... va se se hai au vu, that la khoan khoai nhot nhat , Trinh an ca ngi. Nang khong the nao kiem ham ngan lai mot dong nc nhn chay ra hai ben mep lon.
Phong cui xuong hon vao ca mnh Trinh va mn man nhng si long mn mang tren mu lon. Phong hon that lau, Trinh th don dap hoi thuc... Bat cht Phong bet hang Trinh ra, roi cho mot ngon tay lan vao am ho cua Trinh. Trinh rung mnh, ca ngi nang gong cng len, Trinh la "Ao..ao" roi ren nho nho. Chu Phong van khong ngng, chu cho ngon tay tien lan tien lan vao ben trong...Phong nhet no vao, rut no ra, co ben nay co ben kia, Trinh sng te xuat kh ra am e...
Phong ke mieng vao hai mep lon Trinh ma nut. Chang lay li xoan man me ve van cai mom oc roi ut lan vao ben trong hang o hoi cua trinh. Phong banh hang Trinh cho rong ra va nut sau hn vao am ho , Trinh tng chng nh ruot gan b tuon ra ngoai. Phong liem, nut , xoan rat la ieu luyen, chang le li dai ra roi thut lai lien hoi, mot dong kh tuon ra Phong liem het vao mieng chang. Trinh sung sng qua thet to len, Trinh quan quai ren r, tay bau xuong ging roi lan lon theo li cua Phong.
Trinh run nay ngi len, Dng nh nang khong chu noi nhng kch thch cao o nay. Trinh nghieng qua nghieng lai nh muon ay phong ra. Phong biet la Trinh ang sng lam . Phong ngoi len cam con cu to va cng t t an vao ca mnh Trinh. Phong tiep tuc t t an sau vao them... Trinh thay ran rat, voi lang ngi mot t th Phong nhe nhe rut ra roi lai ay vao ... rut ra... Trinh thay ca mnh te te va cam giac that sung sng. Phong an dng vat vao that sau that manh, Trinh thay au xe ruot, au qua Trinh Thet len "Chu i .... au con, au con, au ".
Roi Trinh van thay cam giac au nhng pha lan e me. Nang can rang ren hu hu khi moi lan con cu to ln cua Phong chui lot vao trong tan am ho nang. Mot luc sau Trinh khong thay au n nh luc nay na. Tuy co hi rat, nhng moi lan Phong an manh dng vat vao ti t cung th Trinh thay te sng. Phong cang ut sau vao chng nao th Trinh thay sng chng ay. Trinh phai tran mnh, nghien rang lai ma chu dng s sung sng tang dan .
Trinh tiep tuc ren r, nang nong ran ran, hi th don dap t doan. Trinh la len "chu i .. sau qua , sau qua roi". Trong luc o nc nht kh a chay ra am e t ay hai ben hang Trinh. Nc dam thuy ra nhieu gay nen nhng tieng oc...oc...oc. Trinh thet len v qua a, cai chan teo cua Trinh lat le theo nhp o nat cua Phong. Tay chan Trinh bun run, mat nang ien dai .
Roi Phong tran mnh lai om cng ngi Trinh, va ban manh tinh kh am am vao lon Trinh nh suoi chay. Trinh khoc thet len. Phong xiet manh than the Trinh en chng Nang gan nget th. Trinh lang lang, bao nhieu khat khao a c thoa man, a c toai nguyen. Nang a c hng giay phut ai an lan au tien that tuyet vi. Trinh thay chan tay ra ri, oan oai, e me...
T hom o tr i, moi sang ngu day la Trinh co cam giac rao rc, hai au vu xan cng lai va am ho cua nang cang phong. Ca mnh Trinh van con ran rat, va nga ngay ben trong am ao. Trinh bat chc chu Phong lay mot ngon tay lan vao am ho cua mnh ma ngo ngoay . Ch mot luc sau nc nhn a chay ra roi.
Hn hai tuan roi ma chu Phong khong ghe. Trinh luc nao cung nn np hoi hop, bon chon, lo s khong biet chuyen g a xay ra. Roi mot sang chu nhat trong luc Trinh con ngu , chu ghe i an sang vi me. Trinh het hon kinh s, khong biet chu co noi g vi me khong !. Trinh voi day tam ra roi len nha tren ngoi coi TV ch hai ngi. Trinh bon chon khong yen, khoang mot tieng sau hai ngi tr ve , chu Phong cam mot phan an sang va boc nc ngot cho Trinh, ci he he noi:
"Con an sang i, ngu tre vay con !"
Trinh hoan hon, vay th khong co g xay ra het. Trinh liet xeo nhn chu Phong tra li:
"i an sang ma khong ch ngi ta ..."
Me Trinh va chu Phong ong ci vang. Thu i vo nha tam lo giac quan ao, Thu noi:
"Anh va Con coi TV nhe, em phai i giat quan ao ay."
Trinh e y dom chu Phong. Phong cung e y dom Trinh. Lau lau ca hai nhn nhau ci. Phong ngoi ben canh Trinh coi TV nha tren va ban chuyen TV. Thnh thoang Phong dom Thu trong nha tam, khi thay thuan tien, Phong om chup lay mat Trinh va hon voi va len oi moi hong ti tham be bong cua nang. oi moi Trinh ay ham muon, hon lai Phong cung rat la say sa. Phong ngam lay moi Trinh, nut manh li nang tng chng nh muon nuot chng cai li ay. Nc chay ra ay mieng Trinh, Phong nuot het lam Trinh en kho ca mieng roi mi buong ra.
Trinh thch lam , tuy co thu v that, nhng len luc va voi vang qua , Trinh s me biet nen bo Phong ngoi coi TV roi i khap kheng vo ging nam .
Thu giac quan ao xong roi bc len nha noi vi Phong:
"Anh nha nhe , em i ch ay, khoang chng mot tieng th em ve.
" em i ch i, anh ngh mot chut."
Thu cam cai gio bc ra ca. Thu i roi Phong can than khoa trai cua lai , vo nha i thang en ging Trinh. Thay Trinh nam o Phong dan long khong c, lien tuot quan va keo Trinh day om vai nang, roi d dng vat vao mieng Trinh. Trinh khong biet phai nh lam the nao, va cung khong ngan c s them muon, nang t ong m to mieng on nhan , ngam au dng vat nong va cng cua chu Phong ma nut nhe nhe.
Chu Phong c ong lien tuc , chang thut ra thut vao , keo gh Trinh sat vo roi ay ra. May lan Trinh nget th muon oe ra v khuc tht gan o ung sau tuot trong co hong nang. Nc nhn r r chay au dng vat Phong. Trinh cam thay man man, nang bat au nut, roi nut mai ma khong chan. Mot luc sau Trinh nha ra dung tay nam tron lay dng vat Phong, man me hai hon dai . Trinh khong ng la mnh t nhien lam c nh vay. Trinh a li ra liem quanh au dng vat cua Phong, Phong khoai qua gh chat lay au Trinh va ut sau dng vat vao mieng nang.
Mot luc sau, Phong ng tran mnh nac nhe nhe vao mieng Trinh, roi chu ay nac that nhanh, th don dap. Chu Phong ngng lai, mot dong kh t au dng vat ban manh vao mieng Trinh, Trinh lien ngam chac lay dng vat Phong nut lia nut la. Trinh cam thay mot chat kh man man, beo beo chay vo co hong nang. Trinh t ong e yen cho no chay vo roi nuot tron.
Phong keo quan len th mot hi dai khoan khoai, roi i ra nha tren nam ngh met nh khong co chuyen g xay ra.
Tinh trung con ln cn trong mieng Trinh, mui tanh tanh cua tinh trung bat au xong len t trong co hong. Nang nuot nc mieng that nhieu e e nen chat nhn o xuong bao t. Trinh nam chet tran tren ging, tam hon nang ban loan t cai nay en cai khac. Trinh cung khong hieu la tai sao nang co can am ngam va nut va nuot nhng th o. Bong nhien Trinh thng me vo cung, nang nam quay au vo tng , hai dong le chay dai .
Phong va Trinh a len luc lam tnh vi nhau nam bay lan roi. C vai tuan th co mot ngay Phong lai ien thoai vo c quan noi la i lam tre. That s la ghe tac qua nha Trinh e cung nang an ai roi sau o mi i lam. Rieng Trinh ang trong tuoi sung man, nen vo cung thch thu vi lac thu vung trom nay. C moi lan lam tnh vi Phong xong Trinh lai thay hoi han. Nhng neu lau qua Phong khong ghe th Trinh mong ngong , oi khi am ra cao co vi me mnh.
Thu va ra khoi nha khoang nam phut th Phong en lien. Phong bam chuong, Trinh khap khenh ra m ca. Chu Phong cho xe vo nha roi khoa trai ca lai. Chu Phong be Trinh vo ging roi tuot chiec quan vai cua Trinh ra , roi giat may cai nut ao keu bc... bc... Cap ngc khong lo trang non na lo tenh henh ra. Chu Phong lien dung tay s soang khap ngi Trinh. Roi ke mieng vao vu hon ht , nut lay num vu. Trinh noi gai oc ay mnh.
Chu Phong bet hang Trinh ra cho that rong roi quy xuong up mat vao o ma ht mot hi that dai roi le li ra liem vao hai ben mep am ho, va a li vao sau trong ca mnh. Trinh cam thay that la a, nang nam nga ra, tay chan bun run, va qu quang bau xuong chieu.
Phong cho li nham nham vao tan tham cung ma co ngoay. Trinh nay ngi len, e chat lay au chu Phong vao sat vo mu am ho. Trinh sng run len, mieng c luon ht ht ha ha roi ren nho nho. Roi Phong liem that gap, that le , a li qua, a li lai, thut ra thut vao that nhanh. Trinh sng chet i c. Nang nghien rang lai, cai ui trai teo lep cua nang ong a lat la lat let nh cong bun. Con cac th tht cai ui ben phai th lai git tng tng len . Trinh qua sng gh lay au Phong nhan vao them. Trinh khong con kiem ham c na la ln len nh b phong nc soi "AH AH Ah Ah Ah .."
Phong nut liem ca mnh Trinh rat lau, cho en khi tay chan Trinh ra ri, nang ru ngi tren ging nh sap chet, th t khe gia khe hang ni am ho vot ra mot dong nc sen set. Nht kh Trinh ban ra lai lang, Phong liem sach .
Ke o Phong lay hai ngon tay cho vao hai ben mep ca Trinh ma co ti co lui, cha ben nay roi cha qua ben kia lam cho Trinh khoai en o het sc, nang bam moi trng mat bau hai tay xuong ging. Roi Chu Phong se se mong oc , bop khe khe, Phong c se bop mai vao cho ay. Trinh sng run ca ngi len. Trinh ren xiet khong ngng. Chu Phong tiep tuc lay hai ngon tay lan sau vao lo cua am ao ma ngoay ngoay, thut sau vao roi lai rut ra, Trinh sng gan kiet het sc. Ngi nang nay len tng hoi, oan quoe theo chieu hai ngon tay cua Phong. Phong cang ut vao sau hn na, roi ngoay. Trinh sng ien len c , nang het len "Oi! Sng, oi ! sng qua , tri i sng qua chu Phong i chu Phong ngng i chu,, ngng i".
Nhng Phong van iem nhien ngoay thoc cho en luc Trinh trn mat len va th khong noi na. Trinh hon hen noi khong thang tieng "C ch u u , nguung i, ngung ii". Mot dong kh trang uc bat chay ra t ca hang nang.
Phong ng day ci bo quan ao, tay lam lam cam dng vat dai thong cng . Trinh rat hoang mang va met moi nhn Phong. Trinh t nhu la khong biet mnh co con chu noi khong !!.
Phong cha tng lam tnh vi ai ma sng va e me nh la lam tnh vi trinh. Chang ta khong the quen c than the tat quyen cua mot co gai mi ln nhng cha ay nha song, duc vong va sinh thu co the thoa man nhng g ma an ong muon. C mot tuan th Phong lai ngu va an ai vi me cua Trinh mot lan. Con vi Trinh th Phong tm moi c hoi e lam tnh vi nang hai ba lan mot tuan. Co khi Phong hng len cao o th xin ngh lam ca ngay va quan qut an ai vi Trinh ba bon lan trong ngay o.
Moi lan Trinh sng en tot nh, Trinh e me ra ri, nang ren xiet, nang la het , nang th don th dap, nang van xin, va co nhng luc Trinh nh la gan xu vay v qua sng. Nhng lan thay Trinh nh vay th cai sung sng , cai hng tnh cua Phong gia tang len rat cao o. Chang cang muon day vo , muon can xe than the Trinh e cho nang sng cang c sng them. Co lan thay Trinh e me en cc iem, Phong nh ien len, chum tay lai , nhet gan ca ban tay vao am ho nang, trinh het len nh be nha nhng roi cai ban tay da man o a vo trong am ao nang ti phan na roi. Trinh rung len ban bat nam nga ra nghien rang ma chu tran.
Phong cang luc cang bao dam hn vi Trinh. Phan Trinh khi th au n , khi th te tai , khi th e me. Nang luon luon thu ong va chap nhan khong dam phan khang. Lan au Phong banh lo t be nho cua Trinh ra ma nhet cai dng vat to dai o vo, Trinh au kinh khung tng chng nh la t mnh b tet ra vay. The ma, may lan sau khi Phong lam tnh lo t th Trinh cam thay te te trong o, roi t t, nang a co cai khoai cam lam tnh kieu nay.
Phong t t i ti mc o la phai bao dam va hanh ha the xac cua Trinh th chang mi khoai. Co mot lan Phong nhet that dng vat cng o vao mieng thm tho cua Trinh. Trinh nghet th , nhng Phong c nhet sau vao va e yen trong co hong Trinh vai phut, Trinh th khong c, nang gan kiet que qu quang hay tay trong khong kh , trn mat len, nghen co keu khong thanh tieng, th Phong keo cu ra, Trinh te bat xuong ging ha hong tap lay khong kh. Phong cam thay khoai lam, lat Trinh lai ut het dng vat vao am ao nang ma chi cho nang thoa man, Phong c nhap ao ao manh liet . Trinh nghien rang tran mnh lai chu ng. Roi Phong vi tay lay trai da leo ma chang e san t luc nao, nhet vao lo t cua Trinh. Phong va nhap ,va an vo keo ra trai da leo vao t Trinh. Trinh khong the chu ng c na nang bat day nh chiec lo xo , la rt len. Phong chup lai lay ngi Trinh tiep tuc nh vay na. Mot luc sau, c the Trinh mi quen cai loi chi nay , dng vat cua Phong th trong tham cung nang , con lo t nang th b nhet bang trai da leo. Trinh ren len h ..h, nay t len lien hoi va bat au sang qua lach lai. C nh the mot luc sau Trinh bun run ca tay chan. Chi kieu nay Trinh sung sng het sc , Nang sng ti ien ngi.
Luc th Trinh tran mnh lai, luc th nang run mnh len lien tiep , mieng th keu ren ht ha khong ngt. Trinh co cam giac nh dng vat cua Phong cang luc cang to hn, cang dai hn . Phong c am thoc mai khong ngng ....Trinh te dai i v a qua, nang rung mnh nghien rang nham mat. Trinh tuong dam kh ra rat nhieu lam nang sng run len.
Roi Phong ngng di ong trai da leo va ngng nhap dng vat. Phong rm mnh ban kh lai lang vao t cung Trinh. Tieng Trinh ren xiet len roi gan nh tat nghen lai. Trinh bai hoai ca chan tay v nht kh ra qua nhieu.
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Chuyen g en roi se en. Trinh a co bau hn hai thang roi. Nhng oai am thay la me Trinh (Thu) cung mang bau gan hai thang. Phong a ngh viec, biet dang mat tieu khong thay xuat hien na.
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Anh Khoa
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Kinh Bch Lch (thang 10 nam 1999)
Toi sap sa ong ca phong trien lam th ngi thieu n bc vao . Khi nhan thay ch co toi, ngoi chiec ban cuoi phong, nang do d, nh tr ra . Toi nhanh tr chao ln :
- Bonjour!
Nang ng khng lai, roi gat au chao . Hnh nh la ngi Viet. Nhng khong hieu sao toi ngh nang khong noi tieng Viet. Toi tm thien cam :
- Vous savez, je n'aurais vraiment aucun moyen de vous retenir.
Nang khong ci, cung khong tra li . Ch i ve pha bc tranh gan nhat, bc chan ngng ngung.
Nh thng le toi khong ng day, e ngi xem tranh c t nhien. Lai phai lay giay but ra ve nguech ngoac e ch. Nhng ngi thieu n khong lam toi dng dng. Nang ep. Co dang cao thon, vi bo ngc nay n. Cap chan dai chac nch, cai mong nang rung rinh theo nhp bc bat giac lam cho toi phai nhn nang tran tran khong chp mat. Nang la ngi Viet Nam au tien en trien lam cua toi . Phai thu that, cho ti hom nay chang co may ngi en xem, cha ban c g. Toi kn ao quan sat co khach quy. Nang an mac la thng, mot ao theu nhieu mau nh cua dan toc thieu so Viet Nam, mot quan en ong that rong bo lai got chan pho ra mot cai hap dan tran khap, mot chiec khan quan vai en tren mai toc e dai . Khoang 25 tuoi, chac nang khong thuoc loai con gai Viet Nam sinh trng ay .
Nhng toi oan nang song ngoai cong ong ngi Viet, co chong Phap cung khong ang ngac nhien. Lai mot co tr thc, en vi hoi hoa nh mot th van hoa can co e noi chuyen trong gii cua mnh. Va ch chu y en nghe s ong hng trc mot chuyen du lch que hng. Toi thay nang i t bc tranh nay qua bc tranh khac kha nhanh. Nang ang lam cai toi thieu cua phep lch s, trc khi chay. Nhng toi khong that vong lau, sau mot luc toc o thng thc cua nang giam dan. Va nang ngng han trc bc tranh khoa than cua oi trai gai ang au yem ma toi va y nhat trong lan trien lam nay . Cung c mot iem gap g. Toi ch biet ve tru tng, bc tranh khong co ta, ai muon gi g vao o cung c. Nang ng lau trc mot s khac khoai cua toi, khong biet nang ngh g. Nh vay toi co the ngam nhn mai toc en lay chay dai xuong qua na phan lng. cho o nang a bat ng quay lai nhn toi . Hnh nh co chut dao ong tren net mat. Mot cai g o lam hai cap mat vng nhau, va muon tranh, va khong chu thua . Khoang khac u dai e nang tr ve kp s lanh lung. T o toi ch nhn c lng nang trc nhng bc tranh cuoi cung. Khi xong, ngi thieu n gat au chao nhanh, tien thang ve pha ca . Toi rut danh thiep, noi vi theo:
- S'il vous plait...
Nang quay phat lai, giong kho chu :
- Ong co the noi tieng Viet.
Toi b bat ng:
- ... Xin loi co .V toi khong chac co la ngi Viet.
Toi ng day, i ve pha nang. Nang quay han ngi lai, nhn thang vao mat toi, san sang. Toi chon mot cau hoi chuyen nghiep:
- Toi muon hoi, qua t bao nao co a biet co trien lam nay ?
- Toi en tham ban gan ay . i qua thay co tranh cua ngi Viet th vao .
- That la han hanh cho ban than toi .
- Ong ng ma mai . Ong hoi th toi tra li . Toi t oc nhng bai bao phe bnh nghe thuat.
Khong co ly do g toi e co nay ngo ngao nh vay . Nhng toi van tam ci hoa:
- Co co ly, oc phe bnh nghe thuat nhieu khi chang hieu g ca. Toi ch thch oc nhng bai noi ve toi . e coi ngi ta hieu c tranh mnh en au .
Nang tng can phai co y kien ve nhng tranh mi coi:
- Tranh cua anh...xin loi cho toi noi thang la no hi dam va lo lieu vi nhng canh ai an tha tha Nhng co le v toi khong u trnh o thng thc.
- Cai kheo cua co la che ma ngi ta khong biet. Nhng nh vay hi mat cong. a che th phai lam cho ngi ta au ieng.
Cai suyt ci cua nang lam khong kh cht hoa giai, ngoai y muon cua toi . en gan nang hn, toi mat hieu chien, thieu n khong the ang ghet nh nhng cau noi cua nang. Nang va toi cung thieu li noi tiep. Im lang lam nang phai nhn lai mot vong can phong. Toi noi qua chuyen khac:
- Toi co cam tng co Phap a lau . Co ng tra li neu cau hoi thoc mach vo duyen.
- Anh noi nang ung la Bac ky. Em qua Phap t nam 10 tuoi ... Nhng sao toi i ke i toi cho ong nghe ?
Nang a l xng em. Toi lay giong than nhien:
- Anh thay trong trng hp o nhng ngi ay thng quen tieng Viet, noi tieng Phap.
- Em gi tieng Viet e th t vi me em con Viet Nam. Va may nam gan ay, em ve o lam viec moi nam nhieu lan.
- Anh cha ve lan nao t khi qua ay . T nam 1967. Em lam viec g Viet Nam? Anh khong tng tng em la mot ba Viet kieu i buon hot xoan hay o co.
- Hoa s nh anh th co hn g. Em lam nghe ien anh. Ch mi phu ta ao dien c hai phim re tien ay . Nhng em ang muon lam phim Viet Nam, nen ve nha thng xuyen. Thoi em ve.
- Em a oc ten ho anh tren ca vao . Nguyen Van Khai . Em cam danh thiep nay, co them a ch va ien thoai . Anh thay can mot hom khac e chung mnh trao oi ve nhng gap g gia ien anh va hoi hoa . Nang lay tren tay toi quyen so va but ch, ghi ten va so ien thoai cua mnh:
- Em mot mnh. Neu em i vang, anh c quyen e lai mot vai cau pha tro, ng qua vo duyen.
- Em ten Man?
- Ten la.
- Anh muon noi la que mua ? Cung khong sai . Gia nh em la nong dan, song Hoa Bnh.
thanh pho Paris nay, toi cha tng gap mot ngi di tan en t nong thon mien bac Viet Nam. Chuyen ngi Viet ay qua that co nhieu cuoc i ky la. Toi ngan ng nhn theo Man, cho en khi nang bc xuong tram metro au ng.
Phai en bon lan ien thoai toi mi ru c Man i an toi lan au . Khi th nang ang trong mot giai oan lam viec cang thang, khi th nang ban chuan b mot chuyen ve Viet Nam. Lan nao nang cung ha se goi lai toi sau . Toi a tnh se tiep tuc goi cho en khi nang yeu cau ngng.
Nha Man quan 7, mot khu nha giau cua Paris. Nha xay vao nhng nam 30 bang a mai, thuoc loai immeuble bourgeois , mot niem hanh dien cua Paris. D nhien toi thac mac lam sao cai nghe phu ta ao dien phim co the cho phep Man mot mnh mot ni at tien nh vay . Hoac bo me nang co tien cua, hoac nang co mot ong chong ly d hay mot nhan tnh trieu phu. Khi Man m ca, toi thay nang con ep hn lan trc. Toi nay Man la mot thieu n sang trong trong mot bo o hoan toan en bo sat than ngi. Cap nhu hoa lo lo hien ro qua lp quan ao bo sat. Mot oi vong bac to eo tai, mot si day chuyen vang nam gon lon gia ngc, nang a chuan b xong. Toi nh hon ma nang. Nang t choi vi nu ci nhe :
- Mnh la ngi Viet Nam ma.
Man i vao bep :
- Anh ngoi mot t. Em co nu voi mi anh.
Can phong tiep khach rong va t o ac. Thoang nhn ch thay mot an dng cam, mot ghe canape da day mau en, mot ban thap bang go orme , va vai chiec goi ln e di at thay ghe. Tng trang lam noi bat mot thach ban cua Zao Wou Ki va mot bc tranh nho cua Bui Xuan Phai .
Toi nhn thay mot non la theu mien Trung Viet Nam dung lam long en. Sach khong u ke, c xep thanh nhieu chong trong mot goc. Mot bo hoa rng to nam tren san go ch lo cam. Bo may nhac ang e nho mot bai cua Trnh Cong Sn.
- Bao nhieu nam roi con mai ra i i au loanh quanh cho i moi met... Tram nam vo bien cha tng hoi ngo Chang biet ni nao la chon que nha...
Khi Man mang bo o tra ra, toi en ngoi sat ben nang tren canape. Toi e tay len lng nang. Man g nhe ra :
- Anh uong i . Nc voi khong s mat ngu.
Toi co cham rai hp mot ngum tra con nong. Roi ban tay toi c lau hn tren au goi nang. Hnh nh co tieng tach tra va cham vao chiec a nho.
- Mnh i an au ha anh?.
ui nang chap nhan e toi i len mot luc trc khi tay nang can lai .
- Nc nguoi bay gi anh.
Toi ri vung vai mong len phan vai tran. i theo vien co en man me gay nang.
- Anh, mnh con th gi.
Man a qua gan. oi moi nang nh khep lai khi toi en, nhng li nang ra on khi toi vao . Nhng khuy cai m dan cac con ng dan vao cai am nong cua da tht nang.
- ng anh.
Va toi bat au nhan thay ca ngi nang run ray . Hi th nang cang gan th s s hai cang ro. Toi cam thay nang cang thang tot o khi nhng ngon tay toi tm c au vu nho cng hong cua nang. Mat nang lim dim khi toi xoa nhe tren au vu cua nang Toi ngac nhien, Man nh the con trinh tiet.
Y ngh o lam toi khong kp ci bo het quan ao nang. en luc toi lo phan mnh th Man om chat lay toi, oi tay va oi moi hoang loan tren ngi toi, nh tm mot ni an tru, gan nh muon cau cu . Khi Man keo toi nam xuong ghe da,toi nh cho nang tat ca s tru men e xua i cn s hai . Nhng lam sao toi co th gi au yem mot than the mi kham pha, khi no va khiep hai va khan khoan keu goi, khi no ong m moi luc them don dap? Toi a e sat vao ngi nang va dung hai tay xe phang i lp ao ben ngoa Bay gi nang nam tran truong trang muot di mnh to Than nang tiet ra hi nong tnh a Toi lan mo xuong khuy keo va tuot phang chiec quan tay mi may hom qua Hai tay toi chup lay hai au vu nang va bop xiet, mieng toi at tren mieng nang mai miet. Toi rng ngi len phi nc kieu va guc nga khi con nga a ve ti ch. Phai en khi Man va toi du han, toi mi cam thay mot chut that vong. Man a khong chay mau . Toi l li :
- Man au co yeu lan au ma sao ...
Nang im lang mot hoi lau mi tra li :
- Anh la ngi an ong Viet Nam au tien trong i em. Em s, co le v mong ch s gap g nay qua lau .
Sau o toi dan Man i an mot tiem cm ai Han. Nhn nang an la ca mot s thch thu. T cai mom ron ra en cap ua roi rt, tat ca nang nh vui han len khi gap nhng mon an cay . Toi cham chu theo doi Man chay nhay tren nhng a o an. Ch en khi s nhon nhp tren ban tan han, toi mi noi:
- Anh thay tnh yeu chung mnh tuyet vi v la s gap g cua hai giai cap. Man mot can ho rong rai gan thap Eiffel. Anh ch co mot gac tro chat choi mot ngoai o ngheo .
- Anh bt cai lng cho em nh. Nha em la mot trong nhng nha cua Gerard. Em cha noi anh, Gerard la bo nuoi cua em. Ngi Phap, mot v hai con. Cha em mat t hoi em con nho. Luc o em co benh, Gerard gap em Viet Nam, a em qua ay cha benh va gia nh ong ta nuoi em. Gerard giau lam, anh biet khong. Nhng thoi . Chuyen i cua em phc tap, anh ng hoi them. Em cung se khong hoi g ve i anh.
em hom o, toi giat mnh tnh day v tieng het cua Man. Toi thay nang mo hoi am a, ngi run ban bat, mat hai hung, nc dai chay mep moi . Toi khong biet cach nao xoa du nang.
- Man, ch la ac mong thoi . Khong co g that au .
- Man tnh roi ma.
Man t choi c ch do danh cua toi . Nang ngoi day, thu het ngi lai di chan ging. Toi nhn nang ngoi nh vay, that lau trong bong toi, bao nhieu cam giac lan lon trong au toi . Toi lien tng en s s hai cua nang luc au toi . Co mot niem bat hanh nao o lam ngi phu n nay qua mong manh. en khi nghe nhng tieng nac nho,toi mi lai gan e nhat nhng giot nc mat la cha tren ma nang.
- Anh ng hoi g em, anh Khai . Chac tai v toi nay an t nhieu qua.
Truc khi i tm lai giac ngu, Man at tay toi vung long pha di cua nang, nh toi dat ve ni yen tnh. Toi thay ban tay toi am ap la thng. Toi thay toi yeu Man hn bao gi het Man bay gi la cua toi, vung long ay cung la cua toi Thnh thoang, nhng giac ngu cua Man ti nghiep nh vay .
Ch ve sau toi mi hieu, co mot qua kh a bam vao Man t khi nang tr ve vi que hng.
Thng Man va toi ch song vi nhau trong nhng khoang thi gian ngan, khong qua mot hai tuan, cach nhau nhieu thang. Man tm en toi moi khi trong nc qua, hay khi nang muon canh mot ngi an ong Viet Nam sau mot thi gian Phap.
Roi mot ngay nang lai ra i, tr ve cai the gii rieng t cua mnh, Paris hay tan ni que hng. a co lan Man ien thoai thc toi day vao luc 6 gi sang, khi nang mi t Ha Noi en phi trng Roissy . Va nang cung co the chia tay toi gia vn Montsouris, cho du la mot buoi chieu au xuan co nang mi . Vay ma toi luc nao cung co th gi cho nang. Moi lan, Man xuat hien nh mot ngon gio hay mot anh nang lac mua, va bien mat nh cai vo thng cua moi niem hanh phuc. Nang khong cho toi biet g ve qua kh va cuoc song cua nang. Co le nang con mot hanh trnh e i mot mnh, ch can ay o mot vai ni e ngh chan, tm s lang ong. Nang cung khong muon i sau vao cuoc i cua toi, ngng lai trc nhng im lang toi muon gi.
Cuoc trao oi gia Man va toi ch ng hien tai, khong luc loi qua kh, cung khong co nhng d tnh cho tng lai . Nhng trong phan tnh cam Man danh cho toi, nang cho chan that va gian d, khong an o, khong ieu kien, khong ch i c tra ap. Man nh the, va ch ky va rong lng. Khong biet en bao gi ngi thieu n nay con trong toi nh mot s that khong ay u, lam toi c e vao o bao nhieu tng tng va c m, va rao rc them khat ai an .
Man co nhieu may man. Nh s giau co cua gia nh Gerard, tuoi tre cua nang la tuoi tre cua nhng co gai ln len trong mot moi trng khong thieu thon, xa hoi van minh nay . Man khong phai tranh au e gianh mot cho ng trong xa hoi . Nang cung khong gap nhng kho khan hoa nhap cua mot ngi en t xa . Loi song t rang buoc cua nang la mot u ai nam ngoai tam tay cua phan ong moi ngi . Nang may man en o khong co mot y thc ro rang ve gia tr cua lao ng va ong tien. Hoi tre, Man a tiep nhan cai giao duc cua nhng gia nh t san lau i Phap, trang b cho con ngi mot s hieu biet rong ve van hoa va van hoc nghe thuat. T sm, Man a lam quen vi nhac co ien, chi dng cam, thch Brahms, Debussy va nhng operas cua Rossini . Ve ca nhac, en bay gi nang van khong thch nhng loai nhac tre bang nhng ban nhac cua Brassens, Brel va Ferrat. Nang biet nhieu ve cac trng phai hoi hoa, hay i xem trien lam, va me tranh cua Klee, Miro .
The gii van chng cua nang i t Duras en Garcia Marquez, Kundera, rong hn the gii th con ngng Aragon va Rene Char. Gerard a giup nang tm hieu kch cua Brecht, va nang thng theo v Gerard i xem nhng buoi trnh dien mua hien ai, nhat la nhng bien ao cua Martha Graham va Pina Baush. Khong phai ngau nhien ma Man en vi nganh ien anh, t lau nang a song vi nghe thuat cua nhng Bergman, Antonioni, Tarkovski . Co lan, ngh ve nhng s thch nay, toi noi vi Man:
- Anh cha gap mot co A chau nao co au oc va con tim Tay phng en nh Man. Man la mot ba am da vang.
- Anh sai lam to . Co ngi Phap nao nh em, co the ngoi xom hang gi, thch an u loai mam, khong che tht cho khi co ru e Hng Yen i kem. Em con co the ke cho anh biet bao nhieu ten cac loai cay co va hoa dai cua rng nui Viet Nam.
Van e hnh nh phc tap hn toi tung. Trc khi gap toi, Man khong co c hoi lam quen vi nhng ngi Viet Phap. Toi a dan nang vao cac gii khac nhau trong cong ong. Khi o mi nhan thay het s khac biet gia nang va nhng ngi Viet toi quen ay . Nhng thc tap sinh trong nc qua nhn Man nh mot ngi mat goc. Nang chang biet g ve van hoa lch s Viet Nam. Noi thch van hoc ma th Kieu khong thuoc c mot oan, ngay nay mot ten tuoi nh Nguyen Huy Thiep cung con cha oc. a vay, lam nghe ien anh ma mu tt ve phim anh Viet Nam. Trong gii ngi di tan en ay sau nay, co ngi noi Man co cai kieu ngao cua mot ke cha bao gi nem mui kho cc. Co nay chi tro phu n t giai phong theo kieu thien ta b sa ben nay . Hay i ve Viet Nam chang qua v than Viet cong. Nhng ngi Phap a lau th nghi ng Man la mot phu n thch song thac loan.
Gia nh co ve giau co lai khong chu hoc Dc hay Nha, i chon cai lanh vc ien anh ay tnh duc. Khong bao gi thay co ta co mat nhng sinh hoat ln cua cong ong, khong kheo lai thuoc ve phe chnh tr thu nghch. Lp tre a Tay hoa hoan toan thac mac khong hieu Man con day da lam g vi cai nc Viet xa la. Hay o la mot cach lam dang, e cho khac ngi ? Noi chung, ngi ta khong nhn Man vi con mat thien cam. Nang cung chang biet trao oi g vi nhng ngi ong hng nay .
Co mot toi, sau mot ba an gia ban be Viet Nam cua toi, ngoi tren xe ve nha Man noi:
- Anh Khai, lai mot lan na, toi nay em khong biet tham gia vao nhng cau chuyen cua moi ngi . Em xin loi anh. Em cha quen. Lan sau em se co gang hn.
- Man ng noi vay . Anh san sang oi het ban be cua anh hom nay lay Man. Tai sao mnh phai an noi, i ng, vui buon tuy theo cai nhn va s ch i cua ke khac?
Toi khong thay ro mat Man trong bong toi, ch nghe nang noi them:
- trong nc a anh, nhng ngay trong gii ngi Viet ay cung vay ... em thay mnh khac moi ngi qua. Nhng nay anh, Viet Nam cung la cua em na ch.
Saigon, 24 thang 5, 1993, 1 gi 12 sang
Khai cua em!
Chac anh ngac nhien lam. Co bao gi em viet th cho anh. Em ghet viet th v khong biet ngi nhan th se oc trong tam trang nao . Mot cau noi ua se vo duyen khi ngi ta ang bc mnh v mot ong nc hong trong nha. Mot tam s buon se lam cam khi ngi ta ang ho hi v trung ap phe . Em viet, v ca ngay hom nay co n trong thanh pho nay . Va em mat ngu, muon ngoi noi chuyen vi anh. Em t Ha Noi vao ay tm mot ngi e lam viec, phai 2 hom na mi gap, nen ca ngay chang biet lam g.
ay em khong tng tng c anh song ra sao, ang lam g. Anh phai tang gia san xuat tranh, bt ngoi uong ru vi may ong ban Nam My cua anh. Ky ti em ve, chung mnh se tr lai cai tiem an ng Tiquetonne . Em ch nh ten ng v no de thng. Nhng tnh yeu cua anh chac van roi bi nh thng le. Con nho Fanny khon lam, anh phai coi chng. en khi nao no mi chu ve New York?
Thoi e em ke cho anh mot ngay tha thai cua em. Sang sm em keo thang nho con ba chu mini hotel i an qua sang. Anh co biet phong Pham Ngoc Thach bay gi a 40 o . ang kiep cho em, ky nay noi hng chon con ng a vao nhac cua Pham Duy, va cung xom vi Trnh Cong Sn. Mi sang a bc mnh, cho banh cuon, ba ban hang hoi Viet kieu co con biet an ca cuong hay khong. Em ch nguoi gian khi nem nc mam ba ta pha . Tai sao anh va em cha bao gi cung VN vi nhau nh? Neu anh ay, em se dan anh i uong sa bo ti Thu c. Buoi toi tui mnh se tap nhay Queen Bee .
An xong ve nha, em quyet nh hom nay khong gap ban be ngi quen. Em khong thue xe Cup, mn xe ap e lang thang trong thanh pho. Em va i va nhn tri nhn at gia rng xe gan may . Chac ngi ta tng em hoac la mot du khach, hoac la mot con ien. au co ai ng em la ca hai . Mot buoi sang u th gi i mot vong trong Ch Ln va ngoi le ng Tran Hng ao uong 2 ly nc ma cam vat.
Chnh cho nay em nh anh lan au trong ngay . Khi nhn thay hai chang thanh nien Phap thch thu ap xch lo i qua .
Anh Khai, anh la ong Tay giay cua em. Anh lam em nh ca cai thanh pho co con song Seine lang l khi an khi hien. Nh nhng con ngo ng a cua Butte aux cailles, nhng quan ca phe tnh t cua Mouffetard, nhng loai fromages bat hu cua ch Montorgueil. V van nhat la em nh ca cai ba bon cua nha anh.
Mac ke cai ci ma mai cua anh, em len xe i an tra nha hang cm Phap cua ba ai . Ngoi vao ban an, em tng tng anh ngoi trc mat, ch s anh se che chai Bordeaux em goi la o dom noi hoa . ban ben canh co mot anh chang, em oan la Bac Au, nhn em vi cai so sang cua ngi en t mot ni van minh. Ve phong tran cua anh ta lam em ngh ti mot phong vien chien tranh en tre mot cuoc chien.
Ve ngu tra, em m thay chung mnh yeu nhau tren mot tam vai ln trai di at. Tren vai trang a co nhieu lp sn dau u mau . Nhng mang sn con t to iem s tran truong cua chung mnh, lam hai than the khong con phan biet c khi quay cuong trong mau sac. Em say sa om cai manh cai khoe cua anh, con anh hang say a ay theo nhp nhung nhay mem mong cua em. Tay anh man me au vu cua em, em th tha long mnh chm am trong hoang lac nhap nho cua anh. Anh cho em nhng giot diem tnh khi en phut cao iem. Em m cho anh mot thang con trai khau khnh.....Gia chieu em mi ngu day .
a iem du lch gan nhat la nha ong Diem va ong Thieu, Dinh Thong Nhat. Ti ni, em du c mot a be mua ho ve e sau o hien ngang dat xe ap vao Dinh vi ve ngi trong nc, re hn ve Viet kieu gan 10 lan. trong, em chang cam thay g khi ng trc nhng ngai vua va cac phong tiep quan cua trieu nh. Ch hoc c them mot chi tiet lch s la ba Nhu hoi o thch anh bai mat chc. Quyen lc chnh tr cua mot thi ch con la nhng trang tr tm cam kch.
en cuoi chieu, em ra ben tau hng gio, nhn nhng cap uyen ng the thot vi nhau di chan Khach San Noi, cung ien mi cua nhng nha t ban xa hoi chu ngha . Mot ngay nao o nhng cap tnh nhan nay cung se mua c nhng chiec xe hi Nhat mi tinh.
Khi thanh pho len en, em cht nh mot phu n khong the ngoi buoi toi mt mnh trong mot nha hang. Em en khu cm bnh dan gan ch Ben Thanh. Nhng ban an tren le ng phai nh anh sang cua cac tiem pha trong, lam em ngai ngoi vao ban, en ng canh xe hang m va e a m xao tren yen xe ap ma an.
Ong gia ban hang va cat tht va lam bam mot mnh.
- Con gai tre ep nh vay ma mat nh a am. Chac lai that tnh. ung la mot thi buoi nhon nhao.
Sau o em ve nha mn xe Cup. Em chay khap cac con ng, khu xom cua thanh pho nay . Len loi gia nhng dong xe nm np chay . uoi theo nhng bong xe thoang thay trong am ong. Chay i chay lai gia nhng khong gian sac s en mau va nhng khong gian en am bong em. Em chay mai, chay mai, cho en khi nhng on ao, bui bam va anh en cua thanh pho tham u vao ngi e ve tm giac ngu. Tai sao Saigon, Paris hay Ha Noi, chang co cho nao cho em song?
Bay gi em ke chuyen ci cho anh nghe . Em a co kha nhieu chuyen ve kinh te th trng theo nh hng XHCN. e trao oi vi nhng chuyen tuc va chuyen ngi B cua anh.
Nhng thoi em phai ngng ay . Cha g a co cho b t nhoa . Khong le noi doi anh la th b hat ma . Anh co biet chung mnh xa nhau en na vong a cau ?
Man.
- Anh Khai, anh en em lien i . Em can anh.
- Co chuyen g vay Man?
- Em met qua roi - Nang a bo ien thoai xuong.
Toi khong co th gi don o ve. Goi thang may, nhng chay xuong cau thang. Toi luynh quynh mot luc mi ro c may xe . a hn 1 gi em ma sao ng pho cha vang xe . Khong co cach nao phong nhanh hn. Nhng en o nhieu qua, lam ien len c. T gan mot thang nay toi khong gap Man. Nang noi ng oi, e nang lam viec khan trng. en trc nha Man, khong co cho au, toi bo xe gia ng. Phai lam hai lan ma so mi m c ca ln. Ba tang cau thang quay vong mai mi het. Toi th don dap khi tay ap manh vao ca nha Man.
Ca m, anh sang yeu t t pha trong khong u e nhn ro mat nang. Ban tay toi nhan thay ma nang nong bng. Ngi nang chao ao khi toi lach i vao . Toi bat them en. Xot xa khi nhn thay Man, net mat ra ri, oi mat khong con hon, ngi nh a en cho kiet sc. Can phong lam toi rung mnh. o ac that ba bon. Di at ngon ngang giay, nhng trang giay nam ri rac khap ni, nhieu trang b vo nhau hay xe vun. Mot vai a o an con tha, vo chuoi a en tham, nhng chai nc suoi va ly giay vt lung tung tren san go.
- Man, sao vay ?
Nang ch con sc ng da vao tng, mat nham nghien. Toi nhn Man, nhn can phong, khong biet noi g, lam g. Toi i lai vo nh tren ong giay . Tnh m ca so nhng hai canh ca a m toang. Phai mot luc sau toi mi quy xuong nhat don nhng trang giay .
Giay chang cht net ch cua Man, xoa sa khap ni, ch to ch nho, ch thang eu ch xieu veo, hang nam ngang hang nam doc. Ngoi but co khi tao nhng hnh ve vo ngha goc trang, hay e lai nhng net han hoc tren giay . Hnh nh Man viet truyen hay but ky. Toi giat mnh khi Man het :
- Khong. Khong ung vao g ca.
Nang chay ti giang manh nhng trang giay toi cam. Vt chung ra xa . ay toi ve pha sau . Thoat ra khoi s nu keo cua tay toi . Nhng vap phai bo may nhac gan o. Man cui xuong cam lay chiec may tren cung, nem no vao tng. Tieng v cua may vang chat chua .
Nang ap o chong may con lai di chan. Nang chay en tng. Tay ap loan xa vao tng. Toi phai lay het sc kem ham s giay giua cua nang, cho en khi gi chat c hai co tay nang. Mat nang sat gan. Mat nang ay cam hn.
- Buong ra . Toi bao buong ra ngay . Neu khong giet toi i . Toi khong them song. Toi muon chet. Sao toi khong chet c.
- Man. Anh van em. Anh yeu em.
- Toi khong yeu anh. Khong yeu ai ca.
- Khong sao Man. Anh ch muon em thng lay mnh mot chut.
- Toi khong can anh thng hai . Anh vt cai thng hai i cho khac. Toi ghe tm cai thng hai cua anh. Ai cho anh quyen nhn toi kho. i toi ung thoi sao anh con mo ti . Cai kho no thu hut anh phai khong. Anh e toi yen. Ra ngay khoi nha toi . Anh khong co cho nao ca trong i toi . Anh nghe cha . Khong bao gi anh co cho trong i toi .
Toi chong mat, nh nhn thay mot ho sau tham tham trc mat. Toi tha Man ra va lui dan. au nhoi va kho th. Toi let ve pha ca so tm khong kh. Mat toi b loa bi cai en ac cua em khuya ngoai.
Toi ng o khong biet bao lau, cho en khi cam thay t b vai pha sau, va nhan ra nhng cai git ro dan tren lng. Toi quay lai Man vao ngi .
- Khoc i Man. Khoc t t. Khoc cho that nhieu . Khoc cho that lau . Khoc cho can han tc ti trong ngi . Can that nhieu nc mat cho hai a chung mnh.
Toi keo Man ngoi xuong at. Toi ru nang khoc.
- Anh, lam sao anh chap nhan em bay gi. Em lam hong tat ca moi chuyen. Em hong biet cach nao tranh lam ngi khac au . Co bao gi em biet yeu au . Ch song vi ngi khac, em con khong lam c. Ti khi nao em mi yeu c anh. Ma em co kho th phai chu mot mnh ch. Anh au co toi g ma phai nhan cai kho cua em. Khong biet ngay hom nay con ai co toi vi i em na khong. Chac em ien that. Nhng khong. Em khong ien au, hoi o nha thng a coi ky lam ma. Suot i em s ien. Lam sao e mnh khong bao gi ien ha anh. Anh ng e em ien nhe anh Khai . Em a song xa ni o lau lam roi, sao khong u. Ch tai v em muon viet cho ti cung. Em muon viet e t cha khoi nhng giac ngu co ac mong. Em dai qua, t cha lam sao c. Em ha vi anh, em ngng viet, em khong bao gi viet na . Nhng anh ch em, cung phai co ngay em se khong con thc giac anh gia em. Anh ch em i, ngay nao em khoi, em se cho anh het tat ca cai bnh thng cua em. Anh Khai, em a giau moi ngi, giau anh cai tham hoa em gap hoi nho. V s t o ngi ta nhan ra cai ien cua mnh ngay hom nay . Hnh nh em con nhuc v no, khi nhn i song an lanh cua ngi khac chung quanh. Em song vi no nh mot toi loi phai mang theo suot i . Nhng hom nay em muon ke het cho anh. Ngoai me em va Gerard, em ch con anh e thng.
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Chuyen Ngi N Pham
Chuyen o xay ra lan au tien nam toi 17 tuoi, vi 1 co ban cung lp, ten la Nga. Se chang co g ang noi, neu nh toi la mot a con trai, nhng ang nay, ca toi va Nga eu la con gai, va co the noi la xinh ep. Hom ay, Nga ru toi sang nha chi. Tri sam sam toi, va ba me Nga a i Sai gon het. Nga ru toi vao buong ngu cua ba me e xem video. Buong cua Nga khong co au VCD lan DVD, Nga ch len xem nhng khi ba me i vang. Chung toi thng chia se vi nhau nhng hieu biet va to mo ve chuyen quan he gii tnh. Khi a nay co phim, xem xong thng truyen cho a kia xem va ngc lai. Trc en gi toi van xem mot mnh, va ay la lan au tien toi xem chung vi ngi khac. Tuy Nga la mot a con gai, va lai than thiet, nhng toi cung hi ngng ngng. Man hnh bat au khi s chieu phim. Hai a chung toi nam tren ging. Nga om cai chan nam cong queo di chan toi, con toi th ngoi ta lng vao tng. C the toi nong dan len theo nhng pha chieu tren phim. Toi muon t vuot ve nhng cho nhay cam c the mnh, nhng ngai s co mat cua Nga nen khong dam. Bong Nga len tieng:
- Lam nh the kia sng lam o Thu a
Tren man hnh ang chieu canh mot oi nam n loa the, n nhan ngoi da lng vao ghe, hai chan dang rong. Di ha bo cua co ta la mot cai au nam nhan nhap nho. Hai tay cua n nhan t man me bau ngc cang tron cua mnh. Nga thuyet minh:
- Thang o ang bu lon con nho Thu a, c bu sng ghe c !
Toi choc Nga:
- Nga c bu cha ma biet sng?
Trong tham tam toi ngh la Nga cung ch tng tng giong toi thoi, ai de no noi:
- Sng lam o, Nga c bu vai lan roi, Thu co muon th khong, Nga bu Thu cho biet.
Nga va toi ci rinh rch. Toi c ngh Nga ua, ai de, no bo cai chan ra:
- Thu ci quan ra i, Nga bu cho ma xem,
Va noi, Nga va t ci ao mnh. Toi ngoi im nhn Nga thoat y ngay trc mat toi. Nga co mot c the that ep. Hai bau ngc cang tron, num vu o hong. Phan di ha the la mot khoang long en mt, keo dai t that lng xuong va chui vao gia hai chan mat hut. Ci quan ao xong, Nga nhn toi ngac nhien:
- Ua, sao Thu khong t ci o i, chang le bat Nga phai ci dum sao?
Toi ngh en chuyen tran truong au yem vuot ve vi Nga, khong khoi thay thch thu nhng ma, c nh the nao ay, nen ngoi im, gia v cham chu nhn len man hnh. Toi s b bien thanh mot ke PD. Trong khi o, Nga en ngoi ben canh toi, no nhn toi ci tinh nghch:
- Nga biet Thu s cai g roi, c yen tam i.
Roi teo Nga ke cho Toi o mat, cui au xuong, tay a len man me cuc ao ngc, cht thay ban tay mem mai cua Nga at len vai, roi ca na than ngi Nga phu len ngi toi. Nga nang au toi nga ra sau, ghe sat mat vao mat toi, va nhn sau vao mat. ay la anh mat cua ngi con trai khi muon hon ngi con gai. To mo muon biet cam giac ve nu hon, toi nham mat lai, ch i. Mot cam giac mi la bong chay doc c the toi khi Nga at oi moi len moi toi. Nu hon au i cua toi lai la trao cho mot ngi con gai. Cam giac that tuyet vi. oi moi Nga thm phc, mem nh bun, thao nao con trai thch hon moi con gai. Moi Nga cht tach hai moi toi ra, mot vat mem mai cham vao mieng toi: li cua Nga.
Toi xem phim nhieu, thay canh nam n hon nhau cung nhieu, nhng khong the ng c rang c hon nhau vi mot ngi con gai, cam giac lai tuyet vi nh vay. Khong the nao ta het c cam giac cua toi luc ay, va toi bat au vong tay qua ngi Nga, om chat. Toi mut li cua Nga, va li cua toi cung bat au tho sang mieng Nga, khua khoang. Chung toi hon nhau rat lau. Mot lat sau, th toi nhan ra ang b Nga e nga ra ging. Nga nam phu len ngi toi, hay cui tay chong xuong ging, nam lay hai vai toi, con toi om chat lay eo Nga. Nga ngang au len:
- Moi Thu ngot lam !
Toi khong noi g, thay mat Nga o lng, con hai ma toi th nong ran. Toi nham mat lai, xiet chat vong tay. Nga lai at moi len moi toi. Chung toi hon nhau mot luc na, th Nga bat au hon len nhng cho khac tren mat toi, va th thao vao tai toi:
- Thu lam n bop ngc Nga i , Nga yeu Thu lam. Co phai nu hon la bieu tng cho tnh yeu ma sau nu hon ay, toi cam thay Nga khong the thieu trong cuoc i toi. Co le toi cung a yeu Nga mat roi. Tnh yeu gia hai a con gai, co phai la trai ngc vi le thng khong ? Nhng luc o ban nang va tnh cam a lan at ly tr toi, toi bo vong tay qua lng Nga va a tay phai ra s nan ngc ben trai cua nang. Nga chong cui tai phai xuong ging, nam nghieng e cho toi de dang vuot ve bo ngc. Va Nga a tay trai, xoa bop ngc toi ang cang cng sau hai lan ao. Chung toi nhn vao mat nhau am uoi, mieng hi he ci, mot nu ci that hanh phuc. Toi th thao: - Nga ng bao gi ri xa Thu nhe, Thu ...... cung yeu Nga lam. Nga ci ruc rch:
- Nga yeu tham Thu t lau roi, nhng khong dam ngo li, s Thu trach Nga nay no, bay gi th Nga man nguyen lam. Va noi, Nga va ci cuc ao toi ra. Toi khong e Nga ci het, ma ngoi day, t ci ao lay. Luc ci ao ngc, toi quay i, ngai khong muon e Nga nhn. Tieng Nga em a sau lng toi:
- Thu biet khong, nhieu luc chi vi Thu ma Nga buon lam, Nga khong biet tai sao lai cam thay yeu Thu nh the na.
Khi toi ci chiec ao ngc, va vt sang mot ben, th Nga ngoi day om lay lng toi t pha sau, hai tay a len vuot ve bo ngc toi. Toi ta vao long Nga, thng thc cam giac cua hai ban tay mem mai cua nang. Ban tay la mn man hai bau ngc toi, that vo cung thoai mai. Trc khi toi t vuot ve c the mnh, khong the nao sung sng nh the nay c. Trong long toi cht nay sinh mot cam giac la. Toi them c e nga Nga ra va hon Nga nh ban nay Nga lam vi toi. Ngh sao lam vay, toi xoay ngi lai, a hai tay bam ba vai Nga, vt xuong ging. Cam giac chu ong that tuyet vi. Nga khong nam yen nh toi ban nay, ma dung ca hai tay nan bop ngc toi, moi tay mot ben. Toi cam thay nong bc khap ngi v nhng cai xoa bop o, nen du ang gan chat moi vao moi Nga, toi cung dt ra, ngoi day va t ci quan dai ra. en luc nay th ca hai a a hoan toan loa the. ay la lan au tien toi loa the trc mat ngi la nhng chang he thay ngng. Co le toi va Nga a hoa chung lam mot. Hai chung toi quan qut hon nhau kha lau, hai c the quyen chat lay nhau, co tiep xuc cang nhieu cang tot. Chung toi nam nghieng, e hai chan co the t do quap chat lay nhau. Cam giac that dieu ky, khong but nao ta xiet.
Toi nho con va yeu hn Nga, nen vat lon c mot luc a ra ri tay chan, nhng chang he muon ngng hon Nga chut nao. Du sao tam ly cung khong the thang c hoan canh khach quan. Dan dan, toi chu thu ong, e cho Nga mac tnh nam tren hon ht. Nga bat au ngng hon moi toi. nang bat au hon len ngc toi. oi moi mem mai bat au cuon lay num vu ang sng cng len cua toi. Nga chong mot tayo xuong nem, va tay kia xoa xoa len bung toi trong khi li cua Nga nghch ngm au vu toi bang thch. Toi nhn xuong, ch thay mai toc dai en mt cua Nga ru xuong, khong thay mat nang au na, nen a tay vuot mai toc nang. au ngc la mot trong nhng ni nhay cam nhat cua c the, the nhng cai li mem mai cua Nga khong lam he au toi. Ch co cam giac te te nhot nhot lan khap c the. Toi cha bao gi gap cam giac ky la nay. C the toi nh bong benh tren may tren gio. Toi khong con biet toi ang lam g na, ch cam thay cai li nong bong cua Nga ang khuay ao lan lt tng au vu cua toi. Bong toi giat ban mnh len, Nga a trn han xuong pha di va banh rong hai chan toi ra. Nga lam viec nay khong kho lam, v toi luon muon banh rong chan, cho " cho ay" c them phan mat me ma bt i cam giac cang nhc do Nga em lai. Cai mu cua toi luc nay phong cao len, ai nhn qua cung biet la toi ang nng lam.
Nga ven hang long sang hai ben, nhe nhang at hai ngon cai vao hai ben mep khe, banh ra that rong. Long ban tay ty vao hai ben ben, ep xuong, lam hai chan toi khong tai nao khep vao c na. Toi giat nay mnh len, cai li am nong cua Nga va lt doc 2 mep trong cua toi. Cam giac ay lap lai vai lan na, th toi khong chu noi, giay len mot cai, mot cam giac la lung au tran ngap khap c the. Cung luc o pha di ha the, nc xuan tnh cua toi tuon ra ao at. ay la lan au tien toi co cam giac nay. C the toi nh bong benh tren may tren gio. Toi khong cam nhan c s viec xung quanh na nhng van cam thay co nhng s am nong va mem mai ung cham pha di c the toi. Cam giac c bu that tuyet vi, Nga khong he la doi toi chut nao, toi yeu nang qua i mat. Dan dan cam giac am nong mat i, va toi tr ve vi thc tai. Nga a thoi khong liem toi na, ma ang om chat lay ngi toi, ke sat mat vao mat toi: - Thu co thay thch khong ? Co yeu Nga khong ? Toi nhn Nga, ci au yem va gat au. Toi vong tay sau co Nga, keo au nang lai. Chung toi lai hon nhau. Toi cam giac li Nga co v g la la, khong giong nh ban nay. Hon xong, toi hoi. Nga ci au yem nhn toi:
- V nc trong ngi Thu chay ra o ch cai g, thm ngon lam, Thu muon th nc ay cua Nga khong ? Thay cho cau tra li, toi keo au Nga lai, va dung li suc tm v la ay tren li Nga. Chung toi hon nhau rat lau ma khong biet chan. Nga noi: - Thu co yeu Nga that long th lam cho Nga sng i ! Toi cha hieu y cua Nga thi nang a ngoi day, quy tren hai ui, ngay tren co toi. v the nay, ha the cua Nga at lo lo ngay trc mat toi. Hai ui Nga banh rong qua hai ben co toi nen hai khe cung do o ma m rong ra, khong b lp long loan xoan bong mt che khuat na. T di nhn len, toi thay Nga that ep, nh mot thien than vay. Nga ci:
- Thu liem cho o cua Nga giong nh ban nay Nga liem cho Thu o !
Toi rut re tho li, cham nhe vao lp tht hong hong gia hai khe. Mot cam giac la ky chay doc t li toi len nao, roi t nao chay xuong doc xng song, xuong ha ter. Cai mu cua toi, lai bat au nong len. Toi rut li lai, phan v ..... moi va phan v ngai. Nga le ui len chut na, cho cai khe o at sat vao mieng toi hn, nang khuyen khch:
- Thu ng ngai ban ma, Thu ngai ban la khong co yeu Nga that long au, Nga co ngai g vi Thu au c Nga tiep them dung kh, va tao ieu kien thuan li, toi manh dan the han li ra that dai, lt doc theo hai mep trong am ho cua Nga. Cam giac nay cua toi con manh hn la cam giac luc hon Nga ca van lan. Gia nh hai cho tht nha cam nay cua chung toi c tiep xuc vi nhau th con manh hn ca van lan nh the nay na. Toi va liem doc am ho Nga, va quan sat Nga t ben di. Nang ang run ray theo tng chu ky li cua toi, mat Nga nham nghien, va hai tay t man me au vu cua mnh. Toi cam thay ay nay la a khong bu vu en cho Nga, nen a li nhanh hn, va co gang dung au li e lach vao sau trong c the Nga. Mot chat nc trong trong sen set chay ra, theo li toi vao trong co hong. Th nc nay khong co mui v g, khong giong nh v la luc toi nem trong mieng Nga ban nay. Toi cang liem, chat nc o cang chay ra nhieu, va cang kch thch toi liem nhieu hn. Luc au toi ch liem vong quanh 2 mep trong, nhng canh ngay, toi cang liem het khap cac khu vc con lai trong am ho Nga. Toi thch nhat luc dung li tach hai mep ay ra va liem ben trong, gia li toi dai hn th toi a thoc vao trong ay liem cho bang thch. Bong Nga rung mnh, va nh muon ngoi bet len mat toi, mot chat dch khac, co mui la ao at tuon ra t gia 2 khe, chay thang vao mieng toi. Chat dch nay co v that la, khong thm lam nhng co v rat quyen ru, toi ch muon chat nc ay chay mai khong ngng e c thng thc cai v nay. Toi nuot sach tat ca nc chay ra t ngi Nga, co vai giot chay ra ngoai, toi the li liem cho bang het. Nga xuat kh mot luc th o ap xuong ngi toi, sau khi hon moi nhau, Nga keo chan ap len ngi ca hai. Chung toi om chat lay nhau, ngu thiep i luc nao khong biet. Sau em hom o, chung toi quan quyt vi nhau hn, luon luon cap ke vi nhau nh hnh vi bong. Toi va Nga eu biet la chung toi a mac phai benh ong tnh luyen ai, nhng khong a nao muon dt ra ca. T hom o tr i, ngay nao toi va Nga cung sang nha nhau, noi la e hoc chung, nhng hai a danh hau het thi gian ben nhau e hanh cuoc may ma. Cang ngay chung toi cang cam thay yeu nhau hn va khong the nao thieu nhau c. Toi a biet t nguyen au yem Nga, va oi hoi Nga au yem toi ch khong con rut re e then nh trc na. Chung toi eu co Internet nen moi toi eu vao mang vai tieng e tam s vi nhau. Ca tam hon va the xac hai a a hoa vao lam mot.
Chung toi chap nhan la lesbian va the nguyen vi nhau la se suot i khong lay chong sinh con, ch co nhau ma thoi. Tuy nhien xa hoi Viet nam qua khat khe vi nhng ban nang cua con ngi nen chung toi d tnh la se ra nc ngoai mi ci nhau c, ben o, qua Internet toi biet nhng trng hp cua chung toi c coi la bnh thng va khong co g ang xau ho ca. Sau nay, Nga mi tam s vi toi rang, nu hon trao toi cung la nu hon au tien, va trong cuoc i Nga, cha bao gi nang lam tnh vi ai khac, bat ke la nam hay n. Vu Nga noi vi toi la a c bu vai lan roi la do nang ba ra, hong e toi yen tam va co hng lam tnh vi nang ma thoi. Chnh v nhng d nh trong tng lai nh vay ma chung toi hoc cham ch hn, va dan dan giam tan so lam tnh xuong. Co tuan chung toi ch lam tnh mot lan, o la nhng luc toi hoac Nga co kinh nguyet. o la nhng thi gian tot nhat e chung toi hoc chung. Bo me hai ben va ban be khong ai hay biet g het. Moi ngi con cam thay mng v hai a hoc hanh ngay cang tien bo, tat ca cac ga trai muon tan cong chung toi eu gap phai s lanh nhat cua a nay va s canh khoe xech me cua a kia nen trong mat chung, hai a toi lai cang tr nen co gia hn bao gi het. The roi ky thi tot nghiep a qua, ca hai chung toi eu c vao cung mot trng ai hoc. Chung toi xin phan thng la c cung nhau i ngh mat vai tuan ma khong can bo me i theo quan ly. o la thi gian sung sng va tran tre hanh phuc nhat trong cuoc i chung toi. The roi toi va Nga cung chon mot trng ai hoc trong Sai Gon e theo hoc. Hai chung toi cung thue mot can ho e tro chung. Le d nhien, chung toi co nhieu thi gian vi nhau hn, va quan tam en nhau tot hn hoi con hoc cap 3 th xa. Nhng i song thanh pho khac han di tnh le ngheo nan, nen cach nhn ve cuoc song cua chung toi a bat au thay oi. So lan chung toi lam tnh giam han, tuy van cung chung chan goi. Toi co cam giac Nga lam tnh vi toi v nhu cau sinh ly nhieu hn la v yeu toi nh trc kia. The roi sau mot lan lam tnh, toi va om chat Nga trong tay, va khoc va noi vi Nga ve suy ngh o. Nga bat khoc, va thu nhan vi toi rang a co ban trai. Nga noi: - Khi ben anh y, Nga cam thay c che ch va bao ve, nhng tam hon cung nh the xac Nga a thuoc ve Thu roi, Nga cam thay kho tam lam.
Hai chung toi om nhau khoc, va Nga bat au ke vi toi ve chuyen " ngoai tnh " cua mnh. Nang thu nhan la a hon chang trai kia, nhng khong cam thay thu v g het, ngoai toi ra, chang trai kia cung a c chiem ngng c the Nga, a c an ai cung Nga. Toi nghe ma chang noi c g, ch thay long au nh cat. Toi khoc lien mien. Nga chu ong vuot ve toi:
- Thu khong biet cam giac c ngi con trai au yem en the nao au. Nga c g Thu cung c hng cam giac ay, neu Thu khong ngai, th Nga cho Thu chung ngi yeu vi ay.
- Thu chang can ai het, trong trai tim Thu ch co mnh Nga thoi!
- Thu kh lam! Nga cung ch yeu co mnh Thu thoi, nhng chung mnh khong the nao ra nc ngoai e ci nhau c, ma Nga vi Thu cung phai sinh con e cai ch. Nga co yeu ngi kia that long au, khi lam tnh vi han, Nga ch nham mat tng tng en Thu thoi.
- Thu khong tin ! Toi lac au gian doi.
- Tin hay khong la Thu, nhng du the nao, Thu van la ngi ma Nga danh moi tnh cam yeu men nhat. Nga a san se ngi yeu cho Thu ma Thu con khong tin sao ?
The roi Nga bat au ke vi toi lac thu cua ngi con trai em lai. Cau chuyen cua Nga hap dan toi en noi, toi ngng khoc luc nao khong biet. va lang nghe Nga ke. Nga a dang hien trinh tiet cho ngi ay, nhng van khong nghe li ngi ay ma bu dng cu cua ngi ay. Nga noi:
- Nga ch muon danh cho mot mnh Thu tnh cam ay thoi, ch khi nao yeu ai that long mi bu liem c Thu a. Khi lam tnh vi Thu th Nga thay thch lam, nhng khi ngh ti chuyen bu anh y, la Nga lai thay rung ca mnh.
Toi xuc ong xiet chat Nga trong vong tay:
- Thu cam n Nga lam. Thu roi cung se t tm cho mnh mot chang trai, nhng cung se ch liem cho mot mnh Nga ma thoi. Chung mnh tron i ch that long vi nhau thoi nhe.
Nga gat au, at len moi toi mot nu hon, chung toi lai mot lan na quen chat vao nhau. Lan ay chung toi lam tnh say sa va cuong nhiet hn bat c lan nao trc o. Ke t hom dai bay tam s vi toi, chung toi cang thay yeu nhau hn, va mat o quan he vi nhau cung tr lai bnh thng nh hoi au. Nga khong con gng gao vi toi nh hoi mi co ban trai na, va thng xuyen ke ve ngi o cho toi nghe hn. Nga cung noi vi toi la t lam tnh vi chang trai kia i, ch cho anh ta quan he trong nhng ngay toi co kinh nguyet ma thoi. Toi tin vao Nga va cung to mo muon th mot lan cam giac cua mot ngi con trai mang lai. Toi noi ieu ay vi Nga. Von a muon san se ngi yeu vi toi, Nga ong y ngay, va noi se bo tr thi gian e toi co the c gan gui vi ngi yeu Nga. Nang noi:
- Nga rat mng la Thu cung muon dang hien trinh tiet cho anh y. V ngi o la ngi yeu Nga ch khong phai ngi nao khac. The roi Nga gii thieu ngi vi toi. Ngi ay ten la Hoang, hn chung toi 5 tuoi, la mot ky s may tnh, ang lam viec cho mot cong ty ln thanh pho. Hoang cung nghe ke ve toi kha nhieu, nhng khong he c biet en moi quan he ac biet cua toi vi Nga. Nga cung cha he noi cho Hoang biet la anh ta se c lam g vi toi. Chung toi a co ke hoach rieng e du Hoang vao trong. Hoang en can ho chung toi nhieu hn. Nhng lan ay, toi gia v i vang nhng van thu mnh gon gang sau canh tu e quan sat Hoang va Nga lam tnh. Nga sap xep cho toi lam nh vay e chng minh li Nga noi, va cung la e toi khoi b ng khi lam tnh vi Hoang. Sau moi lan lam tnh vi Hoang, Nga lai bu ap cho toi nhiet tnh hn tat ca nhng lan khac, e xoa du long nghen tc cua toi, ma Nga biet la khong the nao khong co. The roi ngay ay cung phai en. Hom o ri vao ung ngay Nga hanh kinh, Nga se khi cho Hoang nng len cc iem, va toi se vao phong ung luc cao iem nhat. Toi vao trong phong tam, ngam mnh trong bon tam va oc bao. Toi biet, theo thoi quen, Hoang se vao la nhao ngay vi Quynh, v yen tr rang toi a i "day tieng Anh" nh moi lan Hoang en.
Qua nhien, khi toi bat au lau ngi th nghe tieng sat ri xuong nen buong ngu anh choang mot cai, o la am hieu Nga lam e toi biet ma vao. Toi xt them chut nc hoa vao long mu, cuon khan tam quanh ngi, va than nhien i vao buong ngu. Toi lam nh khong biet co mat Hoang trong nha. ap vao mat toi, la Hoang, hoan toan tran truong, ang nam e len ngi Nga, hnh nh ang nay n Nga bu ha the anh ta e cho no bt cang tc. Trong khi o, Nga hay con mac quan lot, va lien tuc lac au lia la. Nghe thay tieng ong, ca hai het len mot tieng nho nho va nhn cham cham vao ngi toi. Hoang v cai chan, phu voi len c the mnh. Toi gia v bat ng, a tay len om mat, lam khan tam khong co g kem gi, ri tuot xuong at. C the toi phi ra, tran trui trc mat hai ngi. Toi gia v xau ho chay ra khoi phong ngu, nhng Nga a chu ong ngoi day, qu tay keo ngi toi lai. V phong ngu hep nen Nga de dang nam c tay toi, loi vao. Nga th tham vao tai toi( nhng van u e Hoang nghe thay):
- Thu i, anh Hoang ang nng lam, Thu giup Nga chut nha, Nga ang mac ban.....
Toi im lang , Nga tiep:
- Nga biet Thu cung ang nng lam ma, ng chu kho nh vay ch.
oan, Nga noi vi Hoang:
- Thu than vi em lam, anh ng ngai g het nha, c coi nh la em i
Hoang rut re at tay len b vai e tran cua toi. Luc nay, toi ch muon c anh e nga ra ma vay vo cho thoa sc, nhng do a giao hen vi Nga, nen toi van gia v tranh ra. Hoang rut tay lai. Toi quay lng ve pha ho nen khong biet hai ngi o ang noi g vi nhau, ch thay th thao ruc rch mot luc, roi Nga keo hai chan toi len ging, xoay ngi toi lai oi dien vi Hoang. Nga at hai tay len vai toi, e nga toi ra ging. Luc nay th toi khong chong c g na, tham ch con a tay qu tm tay Hoang. Anh e yen cho toi nam va ngoi nhn Nga au yem nng nu toi. Nga vuot ve toi mot luc, th khong phu len ngi toi na, ma ngoi sang mot ben, keo Hoang vao. Nga noi:
- Thu no con trinh o nha, anh coi chng ng co lam au khong la au no ay.
B kch thch bi canh toi va Nga va vuot ve hon ht nhau hoi nay, Hoang lao len ngi toi nh mot con ho oi. Anh khong hon moi toi ma vuc au xuong bu t toi ngay lap tc. Ban tay anh to ln va khoe manh, bop vu toi thiet a. Toi xiet chat lay ngi anh, ren r sung sng. cam giac anh em lai ln hn cam gac Nga em lai cho toi nhieu lam. Qua vai Hoang, toi thay Nga ang ci va nhay mat vi toi. Li cua Hoang dai va am hn li Nga, moi het moi ngoc ngach trong am ho toi, lam toi e me, ngi c lang i nh b te liet roi vay. Nga khong ngoi im, nang nam tay va toi that chat va nhn am uoi vao mat toi. Nang co ve that s vui long khi Hoang va toi that long muon lam tnh vi nhau. Toi xuat kh c hai lan, chuan b ra lan th ba, th Hoang khong liem na. Anh quy tren 2 au goi, va gac hai chan toi len vai anh. Toi biet, anh chuan b nhet cai ay vao trong xuan cung cua toi. Thuy chung t nay en gi toi cha he dam nhn vao cho o cua Hoang. Khong giong nh khi lam tnh vi Nga, Hoang khong thoc ngay vao ma an cai o nhe nhe trong ca mnh toi va rut ra, cang lam toi thay nng len tot o. Toi nham nghien mat, tan hng cam giac thon a t am ho len. Thon nhng ma sng, sng hn bat c kieu lam tnh nao chung vi Nga trc en gi. Anh a cai o va sau hn, va un ay nhanh hn. Cht toi thay rung mnh, bam chat lay ngi anh, toi chuan b xuat kh lan th ba.
Thay vay, Hoang ay nhanh hn na. Toi xuat kh cung luc co mot luong nc am nong phun thang vao trong c the. Toi nam lm i trong sung sng. Hom o, toi va Nga nam hai ben, om chat lay Hoang. Ca ba ngu trong met nhoc va hanh phuc. Sau lan toi b Hoang pha trinh, ham muon cua toi len cao hn, va Hoang thng xuyen phai chieu ca hai chung toi. Toi va Nga cung chang e de g Hoang na, than nhien hon moi nhau, bu liem lan nhau ngay trc mat anh ta. Dng nh Hoang cung khoai canh thay chung toi lam tnh lan nhau, nen nhng luc chung toi quan quai trong sung sng, th anh ra ban ngoi hut thuoc, va lim dim nhn ngam. Khi lam tnh tap the, Hoang thng phai nam di. Toi va Nga oi nhau ngoi len mat hoac " ci nga" Hoang. Luc ay, mot a th nhong nhong, mot a th giang rong chan e cai li dai va am cua Hoang ngo ngoay trong am ho. Trong khi o hai a chung toi tha ho hon moi va s mo lan nhau. Nhng khi Nga being th toi s hu Hoang toan bo. Nga khong ghen tc chi het, co khi nang tham gia cung, co khi th khong, nhng khi toi being, th hoan toan khong lam tnh chung vi hai ngi o na. The roi thi gian troi qua, Hoang va Nga qua My lam am ci va nhap c luon. Ho bao lanh cho toi sang ay va mi toi ve nha chung. Toi song giong nh la v le cua Hoang, nhng ngi ngoai chang ai nghi ng chi het, ho van tng toi va Nga la ch em ruot nen toi song chung vi ho cung la ieu ng nhien. Trong nha Hoang, toi cung co mot buong rieng, nhng toi ch ngu o trong nhng ngay being, hoac thnh thoang Nga ngu trong o, con chu yeu thi gian la chung toi ngu chung ba ngi trong buong cua v chong Hoang.
Ba chung toi thng yeu nhau that long va chang bao gi phai ghen tuong hay cai lon ve bat c chuyen g. Thi gian Nga mang bau, Hoang va toi lam tnh rieng vi nhau thng xuyen hn, va Nga don ve han trong can buong le. Chung toi a tam s vi Hoang ve chuyen hai a toi thng yeu nhau t trc khi gap Hoang. Anh khong buon ma con yeu chung toi nhieu hn. Roi ngay lam bon, Nga e kho ma ra i vnh vien. a con cua Nga vi Hoang, c at ten bang ten me no, nhng ch khac i mot ch: Tieu Nga. Toi coi a be nh con e, va lam am ci vi Hoang. Cho ti tan bay gi, toi van gi li hen c vi Nga, nen cha mot lan ngam vao dng cu cua Hoang, mac du rat muon...... Ba luat s lang i, oan hoi :
- The tai sao ba lai ban chet ong Hoang ?
Ngi thieu phu ke tiep:
o la chuyen cach ay 16 nam. Nam nay, Tieu Nga a la mot thieu n, va toi biet, chau a co nhng ham muon ve gii tnh. Chau trong can buong le, ben canh buong cua toi vi Hoang Toi len luc tm thay nhieu tap ch khieu dam va phim sex trong tu rieng cua Tieu Nga. Tuy nhien Tieu Nga rat t khi ra khoi nha, va khong he thay co ban gai hay ban trai en chi. Ban than chau cung coi toi nh me e. The roi mot hom, toi phat hien thay chiec ao ngc cua Tieu Nga di gam ging v chong toi. Mot ieu khinh khiep nhat toi cht ngh en nhng khong dam chac. Toi e nguyen chiec ao ngc cho a nhn thay, va coi nh cha biet g het. Li dung luc Tieu Nga i hoc, va Hoang en cong ty, toi a thue ngi cong ty an ninh en lap camera chong trom trong nha. o la loai camera ac biet, ch quay nhng hnh anh c ong co kch thc xap xy bang ngi that, va ghi vao trong mot a cng. No co the lu tr c hn 4 tieng phim chat lng trung bnh. Moi ngay toi kiem tra may camera mot lan nhng khong thay g la. Ti nhng luc toi ngh rang mnh a nghi ng vo can c th cht nhan ra mot ieu, la tai sao a cng luon trong trn, chac chan a co ngi xoa no i trc khi toi kp xem. Va nh cong ty an ninh, toi b mat lap them mot camera na e theo doi v tr at camera kia, va nhng g toi nhn thay a lam cho toi vo cung au kho.
Chiec camera th hai at di gam ghe banh, nen toi a nhn thay, luc na em, Hoang len ri khoi phong toi sang phong Tieu Nga, sau o khoang 20 phut, lai en gan camera, ng mot luc roi quay ve phong vi toi. Dao nay sau khi lam tnh, toi thng rat met va ngu thiep i, nen co le thi gian o Hoang roi khoi phong e sang phong Tieu Nga lam chuyen luan thng bai ly. Toi at them mot chiec camera trong phong Tieu Nga, khuat di mot canh tu. ay la camera hong ngoai, nen co the theo doi c trong em, nhng co ieu, hnh anh khong c ro net va khong co mau nh cac loai camera bnh thng khac. Nh nhng hnh anh quay len nay, ma toi c biet em nao hai cha con no cung lam tnh vi nhau. Toi cang ngh, cang thay toi nghiep cho Nga ni chn suoi, nhng toi van kien nhan e hoi cho ra nhe. Toi sap xep mot thi iem thch hp e no noi chuyen vi Tieu Nga. Th ra, Hoang a bo tr cho Tieu Nga nhn len chung toi lam tnh, t khi Tieu Nga con be. Han a gieo vao au oc Nga rang o la mot chuyen bnh thng, tuy nhien van bat Nga giau toi, v o la b mat cua hai cha con vi nhau. Nga nhn thay chung toi lam tnh, th tin rang chuyen o chang co g co hai ca, nen a nghe theo li Hoang, t khi chau bat au co kha nang lam chuyen o. Chnh Hoang cung la ngi cung cap o khieu dam cho Tieu Nga, va tao ham muon cho Tieu Nga bang cach liem am ho chau. Toi muon biet tai sao y lai lam nh vay, nen cung noi lap liem ve chuyen o. Tieu Nga cung khong nghi ng g, tham ch con vui mng va ngo y vi toi la luc nao quan he th cho no tham gia vi. Luc o, khong the chu ng noi, toi a lay sung ngan ban chet Tieu Nga. ung luc o, Hoang ve nha, va xoc vao buong ngu. Han hieu het moi viec, va gao len vi toi:
- May vi con Nga la hai con quy dam duc, Tao vi may chung song 16 nam ma khong co mun con nao th Tieu Nga au phai la con tao.
Hoang khong biet, trong thi gian con Viet Nam, do dung phai thuoc tranh thai qua date ma toi a b vo sinh ch khong phai do kha nang cua Hoang khong sinh n c. Toi biet la Nga khong he phan boi lai y. ang le toi khong ban Hoang, neu nh y khong chom ti e cp sung cua toi. Do y qua khoe va cung do long cam han nen toi a phai ban y en vien an cuoi cung. Chnh v the, ma khi canh sat en, toi khong con cach nao e ket lieu cuoc i mnh, ngoai vien thuoc oc luon mang trong mnh t khi biet c chuyen b oi o Ba luat s giat mnh, hoi:
- Thuoc g ?
- o la vien thuoc toi thue dc sy che. Gom may giot cng toan c boc ben ngoai bang mot lp ao thuoc. Toi bat au cam thay au bung t khi bat au noi chuyen vi ba. Lp ao thuoc lanh tnh a b dch v trong da day an mon roi ba a ....... Khuon mat ngi pham nhan n cht rum ro lai trong en tham hai, ba gap oi ngi lai, hai tay om bung. Vien canh sat ng coi voi bam bo am goi bac sy, nhng a qua muon, n pham lan ra at, trong mat trn ngc len, ong t thu lai ch con la mot cham en. Trong cn vat lon vi t than, ba cht giay len mot cai, va th hat ra lan cuoi.
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Nang Dau Khieu Gi
Tram lay chong nam 21 tuoi sau khi tot nghiep ai hoc cong ong chng trnh 2 nam mon Hoa kieu va Trang tr . Chong cua Tram la Trung, anh chang nay hoc hanh ngoan ngoan, au ky s tai mot trng ai hoc ln, ra trng kiem ngay c viec lam tot, lung cao bong hau . Trung hn Tram 3 tuoi, gap nang lan au tai nha mot ngi ban la me ngay nh ieu o va nhat nh oi ci nang bang c. V cha co ban trai, va lai thay Trung trong cung kha banh bao, nen nang ng thuan.
Trung sang My a lau, cach xa gia nh a hn mi may nam roi . Chang tro trong mot gia nh giau co, va xem ong ba chu nha nh cha me ruot. Ong ba Thanh sang My cung lau, mang theo c kha nhieu tai san, phan ln la cac trng muc a gui san ngoai quoc . Hai ong ba khong co con nen khi Trung en mn nha , a cam men chang trai c o nay va nhan lam con nuoi. Ong ba Thanh khong can i lam, ong ch nha lo au t so tien e kiem li cung u song sung tuc.
Khi sang My nam 1975, nang ang hoc e tam, tc lp 10 . Sang My v a co can ban tieng Anh kha, nang vao lp 11 ngay va ra trng ung han. Nang chon ai hoc cong ong v biet mnh ep khong can kiem nghe hoac bang cap cao cho lam. Va nang a lay c Trung va ep trai va co cong viec lam an vng chac nen nang khong phai lo ve van e tai chanh.
Ve lam v Trung, nang kiem c mot viec lam nhan nha, ng ban hang cho mot ca tiem ln khu my pham. Nang ch lam t 3 gi chieu en 9 gi toi, nam ngay mot tuan t th hai en th sau.
Cong viec oi hoi nang phai trang iem long lay va an mac that dien e quyen ru khach hang, du khach hang phan nhieu la n gii. Nang nha ca buoi sang va khong khi nao day trc 9 gi.
Ong Thanh, bo nuoi cua chong nang cha ay 50 tuoi con khoe manh, rat trang kien va to ln. Ba me nuoi cua chong nang ln tuoi hn a ngoai 50 rat s chong nhng a anh bai nen van thng hay en chi nha may ngi ban. Ba khong anh ln, an thua co con, nhng bao bo t sac th ba khong the.
Ong Thanh v ghet c bac nen tuyet oi khong bao gi cho ba gay song nha.
Tram la mot co gai voc dang n nang va tran ay nha song. Nang ep, than hnh can oi, mac o tam rat mat mat.
Nc da trang, ngc va mong n nang. nha nang, ba me buon ban kiem ra tien nen rat bat nat chong. Sang My ba i lam, a hoi hop tiec tung vi be ban, ca an ong My cung nh Viet va nhay nhot tng bng. Ong chong hien a nha lo cong viec nha ke ca lam cm va ra chen, giat quan ao, hut bui nha, d nhien la toan may moc ca.
Ong khong i lam v cac con eu co cong an viec lam va gop phan chi tieu trong gia nh.
Trung, chong Tram, la mot loai thanh nien ch biet co hoc hanh, khong a the thao nen than hnh manh khanh tr vi ong Thanh la mot cay quan vt thch bi loi va tam bien. Nhng ong Thanh v khong i lam nen hay nha. Ba v ngc lai hay ra khoi nha t sang.
Trung i lam tu sang sm, luc ve en nha th Tram a i lam, v lam chieu nen Tram day tre, luc nang day th chong a i lam. Nang an sang muon thng la sau bo chong . Buoi sang nhieu khi ch co ong Thanh va nang nha.
Luc au nang con t don an sang lay va lam cm tra nhng hom me chong khong co nha. Noi la phu trach nhng an sang th manh ai ngi ay lam. Cm tra nang cung ch don cho nang va bo me nuoi cua chong, v Trung an tra s.
Ba me t khi an tra nha v con mai i anh bai nhng bao gi ba cung ve sau khi Tram a i lam e lo ba an toi cho chong va con trai. Tram c e phan cm chieu rat thnh soan, nhng sau 9 gi nang mi ve ti nha nen an mot mnh.
Trung thng hay i ngu sm e sang hom sau con day sm i lam. Cong viec lam tnh ch vao cuoi tuan thng vao em thu bay. Trung khong phai la loai con trai co nhieu nhuc duc nen khong thoa man c v. Tram song ong hn nen nhieu khi nang cam thay thieu thon. Chong nang rat s nang v t hao la lay c v ep, nhng khong the chieu chuong c nang ung mc. Bu lai nhng buoi trnh dien toi th bay Trung sa soan rat ky.
Can nha ho m mot tang gom bon phong ngu rong, toa lac tai mot khu sang trong. Cap v chong tre chiem tron phong ngu di nha co buong tam va bon ra mat rieng biet nhng ch la voi tam hoa sen. Bon tam ngam buong tam chnh gia nha.
Ong ba Thanh mot phong ln hn chech ben kia hanh lang, canh buong tam ln. Ke o la mot phong ngu c ong Thanh dung lam phong oc sach va co the dung cho khach ti tham.
Phong lam viec cua Trung oi dien phong oc sach cua ong Thanh, canh phong ngu chnh cua hai v chong. Hanh lang phan chia hai khu vc cua v chong Trung va ong ba Thanh. Phong an, ke ben phong khach ni cua vao ve pha canh ben kia cua can nha.
Phong gia nh gan phong an, bep, co ca chnh bc ra vn sau va canh phong lam viec cua Trung. Ngay loi cua chnh bc vao ke ben phong khach con mot buong phan co bon ra tay va cau tieu e cho khach en chi dung.
Chieu va toi th bay, ong ba Thanh thng i chi nha ban be, an toi va lai en that khuya.
V chong Trung nha mot mnh coi truyen hnh hoac thue video ve xem . Thng la ho thue phim khch dam loai ch danh cho ngi ln. Phong ngu hai v chong gia at mot ging that ln, khan trai ging sa tanh mau, goi long ngong, nem phu ngoai mau sac hoa la loai sang.
Quan ao ngu cua Tram toan la loai khieu khch va gi duc ngha la h hang, mong dnh. Quan ao lot c mua loai ac biet do Trung ken chon va c nang chap thuan. Loai o lot nay e h het nhng cho can che ay nhat va mau sac toan la nhng mau boc la.
Trung chu anh hng cua nhng tieu thuyet loai kho dam nen coi v nh n than trong nhng lan trnh dien. Phai noi la Trung th phung Tram va kkhong bao gi dam lam g trai y nang.
Moi lan hanh lac, chang keo dai nhng man giao au cho en khi Tram a hoan toan thoa man. S hon ht v t au ti chan c coi la khong the thieu. Viec nay co the lau hang tieng ong ho. Bao gi Tram khong con chu ng c na, chang mi c phep ngh en mnh.
Nhng Tram van con cam thay thieu thon v nhng buoi sang khi nang day va chong a i lam, nang nam li bieng tren ging khong co ngi sai phai. Nhng nang e y thay ong Thanh cang ngay cang to ra chieu chuong nang.
Nang day muon nhng nhieu hom ra ban an iem tam a thay co mot ly ca phe sa pha ch san. Ong Thanh bao nhan tien uong nen pha luon cho nang . Ong Thanh tuy ch uong ca phe en, nhng nhng hop sa ac c ong theo doi va mua them ngay khi gan het.
T nhng ly ca phe sa dan dan cho en mau banh m nng quet b va theo y nang eu c san sang moi khi nang thc day. Nang ngoi an va oc bao trong khi ong bo chong ngoi xem sach ni phong khach. Ba me chong vao gi nay thng a ra khoi nha. An sang xong, nang hay vao bon tam nam ngam nc nong.
Ong Thanh e ngh vao van nc khi nang an va oc bao sap xong. Mi au nang con ghe ve phong mnh lay them quan ao va khan sach nhng sau nang e san trong phong va nh ong Thanh vao lay.
Tram ghet nhat trai lai ging khi thc day nen nang hay e quan ao thay tren ghe. Ong Thanh t ong don dep lai ngay hom au khi vao lay quan ao cho nang thay khi tam xong. Thanh le roi, Tram khong con bao gi phai trai ging vao buoi sang.
Mot lan, Tram quen e san quan ao thay . Ong Thanh vao khong thay ra hoi lai. Tram noi th quan ao nang muon mac va bao ong Thanh vao kiem.
Quan ao a mac khi tam xong nang e lai va ong Thanh thu thap mang vao phong e may giat. Co lan Tram bat gap ong up mat vao am quan ao cua nang khi em ra bo giat. Mot lan khac, Tram em ra toan giat tay mot so quan ao lot loai ac biet cua nang bang lua at tien, ong Thanh trong thay ngo y muon giat thay va nang t choi. Nhng ong khan khoan xin lam.
T o Tram e ong Thanh c giat tay quan ao lot cua nang ngay trong phong ra mat cua hai v chong trong khi nang nam dai tren ging oc tieu thuyet. Va nh ac an nay, ong Thanh c phep theo vao phong ngu cua nang khi nang tam xong. Tram khong con can sai ong Thanh lay san quan ao cho nang thay khi i tam. Nang ch can khoac chiec ao choang vao roi i ve phong mnh ngay ca nhng luc co me chong nha. Ong Thanh i ngoai cua e khi nang mac xong quan ao th goi vao nh viec.
Co lan khi ong Thanh vao th nang ang sa soan anh mong chan. Ong Thanh ng xem nang lam xong quy xuong xin th . Nang ch bao va lam mat gian khi ong lam lan au lem ra ngoai mong. Nhng lan sau, ong Thanh can than va t m hn rat c long nang.
Va t o moi lan ngoi trc gng trang iem, nang ch can d chan cho ong Thanh sn mong. Nhng lan ong ghe mom thoi mong chan nang cho chong kho, nang thay nhot nhat nhng cung e mac.
Tram can trang iem rat ky trc khi i lam. An cm tra xong ngh ngi mot luc la nang bat au sa soan. Ba an tra thng ch gom ong Thanh va Tram. Thc an a c ba Thanh sa soan t toi hom trc. Moi viec nh ham lai thc an, don ban, eu do ong Thanh lam ca.
Nang ch viec trong phong i ong vao mi mi ra an. Ong Thanh c ngoi an ben canh nang va nang luon luon ngoi au ban. Bao gi ong Thanh cung ng day trc e em tam, nc va o trang mieng.
An xong, nang ng day ve phong mac cho ong Thanh thu don. Don dep xong, ong Thanh eu ng trc cua phong nang e ngo. Luc bat au ngoi vao ban trang iem, nang e cho ong vao ng s r ngo.
Tuy cha cho phep ong Thanh c giup nang thay quan ao, nhng mot phan than the cua nang a c ong Thanh chiem ngng. Trong khi tam nang thng goi ong vao co lng va khi nang tam xong e cho ong lau b vai tran hoac t au goi tr xuong.
Trc khi trang iem, nang van con mac quan lot, ngoai choang mot chiec ao lua rong, buoc dai giay ngang lng. Nang khong bao gi mang nt vu cho en khi ra ngoai. Nhng luc anh mong chan, ong Thanh c trong thay i nang len en tan quan lot mong. Tat ca viec giat quan ao, khan trai ging cua v chong nang eu do ong Thanh lam ca.
V qua nhan roi cung v can gi than hnh, nang bien phong lam viec cua Trung thanh phong tap the duc cua nang. Buoi sang tam ngam xong, nang vao phong tap the duc. Buoi tap keo dai t na en mot gi.
Luc tap, nang thng mac mot bo quan ao nt bo sat ngi. Ong Thanh bao gi cung ch e lau mo hoi cho nang moi khi can. Bo o nt ve phong nang thay ra xong giao cho ong Thanh bo giat, con nang vao voi hoa sen tam lai. Sau o nang bao ong Thanh ra khoi phong, ong ca lai ngh ngi cho en khi ong Thanh go cua mi nang ra an tra.
Trang iem xong nang i lam, dan ong Thanh nhng hom can thay khan trai ging hoac giat quan ao ban. Nang khong can biet ong Thanh lam g vi am quan ao thay ra con nguyen hi hm cua mnh. Co ieu bao gi toi ve Tram cung a thay quan ao cua nang c giat ui va xep vao tu hoac treo len sach se.
Nhng ngay th hai la quan ao nhieu nhat v tch tru ca mot dp cuoi tuan cua hai v chong nang. Nhng em th bay, nang thay quan ao ngu that khieu khch va Trung c thay bo hau nang sua soan.
Sau cm toi, tam xong nang bao Trung em o lot thng ch la mot chiec quan lot m ung mong dnh mau o rc vien ang ten en. Ben ngoai choang mot chiec ao bang voan trong suot, nang ngoi len ghe cho Trung quy xuong xoa bop va hon chan.
Trong khi coi phim bao gi nang cung ngoi tren ghe banh cao boc nem day, con Trung ngoi di chan gia hai i nang, hoac nam dai tren san nha cho nang gac chan.
en nhng oan gay can, nang nam au Trung cho up mat vao ha bo cua nang bat hon ht. Nang nga ngi tren ghe dang i ra va chiec quan lot m ung khong lam tr ngai g cho mieng li vuot ve nang, tao khoai cam tot cung.
Het phim, hai v chong len ging. en ngu e mau hong, nha ch con hai v chong, ca so ong va keo man kn. Nang nam nga hoan toan khoa than e cho chong a li khap than the.
Cung co khi nang bat Trung lam nga cho nang ci bo quanh phong. Hoac Trung nam up mat tren san nha e nang cam roi quat len mong. Nang ke nhng toi Trung pham trong tuan nh cham i on v vao buoi toi. Ong Thanh lanh phan a nang i lam con on rc la phan Trung. anh xong ba roi quan t, nang ngoi len cho Trung le ta.
Trung bu vu v nh ngi bu vu me Chang bo ra hang gi bu vu va hon phan du than the v trc khi c phep lam phan s ngi chong.
V khong muon co con sm, Tram bat chong lo viec nga thai chu ao. Do o nhieu lan nang ch dung tay hoac ngon chan cho Trung xuat tinh.
Ong Thanh ch c hau nang nhng sang t thu hai en th sau. V the nhng sang th hai ong to ra san soc nang ac biet. Ong chau chc trc cua buong nang t luc Trung i lam va ba v i anh bai.
Khi nang len tieng la ong voi m ca va Tram vn vai bc ra khoi ging va vao anh rang ra mat ch choang mot chiec ao ngoai mong dnh. Tuy vay, nang can buoc lai day ai ch cho ong Thanh nhn thay chum long m ao. Bo ngc nang lo ro hn v han tren nep ao.
Co lan nang li bieng nam tren ging goi ong Thanh bng iem tam vao. Nang ngoi da len, mam iem tam e trc mat ngay tren ging.
Ong Thanh i nang an xong bng mam ra va em khan nong en cho nang lau. Khi nang bc chan xuong ging, ong Thanh quy at oi dep vai theu e nang xo chan va i vao buong tam. Nhieu khi nang ch i chan tran. Tieng i tieu cua nang doi vao bon, nang biet rang ong Thanh ch ngoai nghe rat ro.
Xong, nang bao ong ra van nc am vao bon tam chnh. Nang anh rang roi ra buong tam bc vao ngam va goi ong Thanh vao ky co. Tam xong nang bao ong Thanh quay mat i, ng len vi chiec khan long e gan san lau qua ngi, dung khan nt ngc va bung lai roi c the ve lai phong ngu.
Co khi nang ng lai trong buong tam cho ong Thanh dung mot khan khac lau t i tr xuong got chan.
Su viec c dien tien eu nh vay cho en hai nam sau, Tram 23 tuoi, nang mi tien sang giai oan cho phep ong Thanh c lau bo ngc tran cua nang moi khi tam xong.
Nang niu bo nhu hoa cua nang trong tay, ong dung loai khan mem nhat e lau tng chut mot roi xoa kem cho nang.
Sau vu o, nang ngng lai mot thi gian khong i them bc na.
Roi mot sang th hai, sau khi tap the duc va ve phong tam hoa sen xong, nang bc ra th a thay ong Thanh quy trc ca phong tam hai tay dang len mot hop nho. Nang cam lay m ra coi th thay mot chiec nhan kim cung ln chng hai cara, nc va o trong tuyet hao, anh sang lap lanh.
Nang eo nhan vao tay ngam ngha mot chut roi im lang nhn ong Thanh van quy di chan.
Nang khong noi nhng ong Thanh th gan nh run ray. Nang bc ti keo chiec khan tam che ngc cho cao len roi d tay vo vao au ong Thanh.
Ong ngan ng mot chut roi up mat vao ha bo nang, hai tay om vong lay cap mong tron tra.
e cho ong ht th chng vai phut, nang lui lai noi gon lon: "Cam n ba." Ong Thanh biet y ng day lui ra khoi phong.
Mot nam sau, ong Thanh tm mua c mot can nha ln va sang hn can nha hien . Can nha mi gom 5 phong ngu, hai tang tren mat at cong them mot tang ham tron ven. Nha xe cha c 3 xe, v chong Tram chiem tron tang hai, phong ngu chung co phong i, bon tam rieng bang a hoa va hai voi hoa sen, bon ra mat oi va co phong tap the duc cung nh phong trang iem, phong treo quan ao rieng biet ngay trong phong ngu.
Tang di nha gom phong khach, phong an, phong bep, phong chung cho gia nh, phong ngu cua ong ba Thanh va phong lam viec cua ong.
Sau luc don sang nha mi, Tram a cho ong Thanh c thoa man nang bang mieng li. Nang cung a dung nhng ngon chan nga ngoc cho ong hng khoai lac nhng s co sat trc tiep ch khong nh nhng lan nang e chan trong long ong Thanh cho ong sn mong nh hoi con nha cu.
Trc ay, nang biet co lan ong Thanh lam t nhng ong mac quan lot va quan ngoai nen khong lo lieu han.
Dan dan nang cho ong Thanh c xuat tinh tren mu ban chan nang nhng phan lau ra lai cang lam cho ong phai hau ha nang them na.
Ti giai oan nay nang biet chac ong Thanh ch con la con cho trung thanh mac cho nang nhoi nan. T ngay c thoa man nang bang mieng li, ong Thanh cang nghien hi hm cua nang, khong bao gi con co the hnh dung tren i con g cup lac hn na.
Moi sang th hai, ong non nong ch i moi ngi i lam va ch Tram day e sai bao . Dan dan, ngoai viec sau khi tam xong, cho ong Thanh c thoa man nang bang mieng, Tram con cho phep ong nhn nang ngam mnh trong bon.
Khi vao bon, Tram mn trn than hnh bang nhng bot xa bong, xong nam nga len tran nha, hai chan gac len thanh bon tam, thnh thoang rn ngi len cho tan bot xa bong tu quanh cho kn, e lo chiec mu cao en mt.
Nhng luc nay, ong Thanh bat ghe ngoi ngoai cua phong tam, va hut thuoc va ngam nhn than hnh tuyet my.
Khi tam xong, Tram ng len. Ong Thanh voi va chay lai lay khan, quy xuong lau khap ngi nang. Ong lai c dp vuc mat va am ho nang, ht lien hoi, khi nang gac mot chan len cho ong a li liem am ho, liem vong ra sau t nang.
Tram bat au chu ng yen cho ong phuc vu mnh. Chat nhn cua nang a rn ra t t nh mat ngot rn ra t mieng banh thm.
Ong Thanh me man liem sach hai mep ln va nho. Ong sung sng lam viec nay mot cach cham ch, an can v s nang phat y, ung vi cau "hng nh hng....mat hoa".
Ngay ngay, ong ch c phep liem mut nh vay chu cha c phep lam g hn. Ong van khong dam m mieng phan nan.
Ba Thanh cang ngay cang ham me c bac, chang tha thiet g en viec nha. Ba hnh nh khong s ong chong na, co the ba cam thay ong co mot s de dai nao o nen ra mat cong khai c bac, co khi i sang em.
Mot hom, ong cam thay ngi khong c khoe, ben i kham bac s toan khoa. Luc ve, ong cho ca nha biet la ong b au tim nang, khong hieu a co t luc nao, bay gi a trong thi ky co the chet bat ac ky t.
Gia nh lo s, bat au cham soc ong an can hn xa. Ba Thanh yeu cau Tram va Trung nen cham soc va chieu chuong ong ky hn.
Ong Thanh vien c b mac benh tim khong biet i luc nao, nen a ngo y va nan n Tram cho ong c man nguyen vi nang, du ch mot lan thoi, e khi ong nham mat cung man nguyen vi cuoc i...
Tram noi nang se suy ngh ve chuyen nay. Ong Thanh van c tiep tuc hau ha, ch chc nang moi buoi sang, va van c phep thoa man nang bang li.
Mai en gan sau thang sau, vao mot buoi sang, Tram thc day sm hn thng le, m ca phong a thay ong chau chc ngoai luc nao.
Nang ra dau cho ong lam phan s van nc nong cho ay bon, roi trut bo ao ngu mong trc mat ong, bc vao bon nam ngam nc va bang mot giong chac nch, ra lenh cho ong vao va trut bo y phuc... Ong Thanh ngac nhien cha kp co phan ng g, Tram lai noi lai mot lan na. Luc nay th ong hoan hon, ci voi quan ao ra.
Bay gi en lt Tram sng s. Than hnh ong qua ep so vi Trung, chong nang. Ngc n rong, bap tht ay an, co vai si long vien quanh vu, bung gan guoc co long moc hai ben, gia co ng long moc xep an vao nhau nh con rt ram rap t bung xuong en got chan toan la long. oi ma Tram ung hong, tim ap thnh thch.
Nang liec s qua bo phan an ong cua ong Thanh. C va van, co cat da quy au. Nang hi ngac nhien v ngh rang the he xa lam g co chuyen cat da quy au? Nang nh bung se hoi ong sau.
Ong con dang ng tan ngan, nang ra dau cho vao ngoi chung trong bon. Ong bc vao ngoi oi mat vi nang. Nc song sanh trong bon nh muon trao ra ngoai. Nang a khan tay qua lng, nh ong ky lng. Tay ong run ray, hi th gap gap trong luc ky co nang.
Bat giac, nang nhac hai tay len va lam mot c ch cho ong vong tay ra pha trc om lay ngc nang. Bay gi ong khong con t chu c na, hai ngon tay tro va tay trai hai ben se se au vu nang.
Cam giac that ky la, Tram ngh. Chong nang luc nao cung bu vu nang nh bu vu me, that lau va nang cung kch thch d lam, nhng cai cam giac o khong nh luc c vo vo nh the nay. Cam giac that la, no au au, lai sng sng.
Tram ngoi im hng thu. Ban tay ong vuot ve t t cai bung thang l cua Tram, i dan dan xuong ha bo. Nhng ngon tay ong Thanh an vao bo long ram r, dai va mt cua nang. Ong vuot ve mn trn lam nang nong len cc o.
Ong Thanh qua la mot tay lao luyen, ong biet cach gi o sng cua Tram, luc se se au vu, thnh thoang ong a tay bop manh lam nang suyt ru len v au, nhng sau o lai man me nhe nhang a nang len tan chn tang may.
Ong xoa nan Tram mot hoi, xong ong hoi nang bay gi cho phep ong lam g na Tram ng len bc ra khoi bon. Ong Thanh cung ng len. Nang quay lai suyt keu len thanh tieng, v thanh sat cng cua ong that cng, bong lang nh sap sa choc thung bat c vat g trc mat.
Tram a khan cho ong lau ngi, va keu ong theo nang ve phong tap the duc. Ni ay, nang co san nhng tam nem nylong e tap Aerobic.
Nang ra dau cho ong phu giup trai xuong them go va trai khan len tren. oan nang nam dang hai i ra ch. Ong Thanh run ray nhn cai am ho ay long en va mem cua Tram.
Ong nam sap xuong, up mat vao lon nang, ht ht mui thm va ngam nhn that ky. Ong lat nang qua lai e chiem ngng, bung nang san va long mang moc dai t ron xuong qua ti hau mon, chung quanh lo t mau nau cua Tram co nhng si long quan quan moc vien theo hau mon trong ngo ngo.
Ong guc mat vao lon Tram, le li liem nhng giot nc con ong lai tren long mu nang. Li ong that nham, that tai tnh. Tram bat au ren r, quan ngi qua lai.
Ong Thanh liem ti mong oc cua Tram bat cht ngoam ca vao mieng nut chun chut. Thnh thoang, ong lai can nhe nhe vao mep am ho Tram quan quai ren xiet v sng.
Nang cha bao gi c bu kieu o, no va nhot va bao, tao thanh mot cam giac te te kho dien ta. Tram cong ngi len, run ray, hai chan cng , mong t hay len hay xuong lien hoi.
Bat cht, nang ren thanh tieng, d sat lon vao mieng ong Thanh. Ong cham rai am me nut va bu sach het nc lon nang chay tuon tren mat ong.
Khi Tram bat au thay nhot, nang ay au ong ra. Ong thanh ngoi len, quy goi banh hai ui nang ra, cam thanh sat nong hoi vao lon nang va nac that manh.
Tram ru len, bau chat lay canh tay ong, th hon hen. Ong am me dap manh cac ong vao lon nang that manh, luc nay hau nh ong khong con nh g en ai, va cung khong can biet mnh la na.
Ong cung khong can phai nhe nhang vi nang na. Phan th ong nng qua roi, phan ong cung a cam thay s rung ong ong tnh cua Tram.
Ong cam thay tri at quay cuong, v cha bao gi ong c sng nh vay. Tram cung vay, bao nhieu nam lay chong, nang cha bao gi c hng nhng thu vui am me xac tht nh vay.
Bao gi Trung cung nhe nhang, nang niu nang mot cach du dang, ch cha bao gi Tram c hng cai cam giac nao khac hn nhng lan chong nang mn trn. Va lai la tuoi oi mi, nang cung khong ham muon nhieu ve chuyen lam tnh, ch thch c nang niu chieu chuong lang man nhe nhang.
Nhng ngay nay, nang a gia dan hn trong viec chan goi, va bay gi nang ang that s mao hiem, ang kham pha ra c mot cam giac that manh, that bao khac trong chuyen phong the, va nang ang am me hng thu cam giac o.
Ong Thanh an manh cac ong vao lon nang, dap len dap xuong lien hoi, thnh thoang lai ngng lai oi kieu. Ong vat hai ui nang len hai canh tay lc lng, e con cac cua ong an that sau vao trong am ao nang.
Co luc ong ngoi chom hom len mat nem, banh hai ui nang ra that xa. May ma nang cung tap Aerobic nhieu, nen chuyen dang hai ui ra that xa cung khong may kho khan.
Ong cang dap cang hang. Thng th Trung sau khi ut cac vao, chang ch rut ra hi hi roi an lai lien.
Ong Thanh th khac, ong ut cac ong vao that sau, roi lai rut ra that xa, nhieu luc ch con co au cu hi vng lai trong nang, roi lai an vao that manh. Tram cang sng.
Mot luc sau, ong lat up nang xuong nem, a dng vat t ang sau a ti, cung nac that manh khi an vao. Tram lai ru len v sng, toc tai mo hoi nhe nhai.
Nhn nang sng, ong lai hang mau. Trc ay, ong c ng la sc lc lam tnh cua ong khong con dai deo nh trai tre na. Bay gi th ong a lay lai c s t tin, cu ong van con cng nh ngay nao. Ong thnh thoang lai a tay keo mong t nang len cao, an au nang xuong thap e cap mong tron va eu an cua nang chong len cao hn.
Hai tay ong Thanh om lay mong t nang, tac ong ra vo that eu an. Cu ong cham vao lon nang, cam giac la lung cua nhng lan da mong trong lon xiet chat chung quanh lam ong chu khong noi, nhieu luc sng qua ren len am .
Nghe ong ren, Tram lai sng them. Mot luc, ong a tay tham nc nhn cua nang ni am ho, em len xoa eu chung quanh vong hau mon cua nang. Xong, mot tay ong giu mong t, tay kia ong ut t t ngon tay gia vao lo t nang.
Xong e nguyen ngon tay ni o, ong van tiep tuc nhng ong tac ra vao cua con cac ni ca mnh nang. Ngi ong nhe nhai mo hoi, nhng giot mo hoi nhieu giot xuong lng Tram, tang them phan khoai cam. Cam giac cua Tram bay gi la that t, t t lng, xuong en t, xuong en lon. ot nhien, ong gam g nh mot con ho d dan, mat trn len, rang nghien chat, hai i run ray. Va ong ban tinh trung ra nh suoi. Ong xuat tinh!
Ong bau chat lay mong t nang, keu gao nh mot con ho sap vo moi, roi guc ca khoi tht nang ne cua ong len lng nang, khong kp th. Tram nam yen khi thay ong nam rap tren ngi nang, th doc ra...
Ca hai nam im lang e hng thu, e nghe niem sung sng dang len cao o, va e lang nghe nhng cam giac ky la, va kch thch, va thoa thue nh va an xong trai cam trong vn a ang.
Mot lat sau, ong Thanh lom chom ngoi len oi na. Ong bat au hon ht, liem het nhng mo hoi tren ngi Tram. Li ong that nham va ra khap ngi nang khien ca ngi nang nh te dai. Ong quy goi len, a dng vat vao mieng Tram. Nang on nhan mot cach ngoan ngoan.
Trong luc a tay nam lay dng vat, nang nhn ngam say am. Nhung si long en chung quanh con cac ong Thanh nh co sc song, chung ca quay manh liet. Tram a li anh pht tren au con cac va vong len vong xuong chung quanh au quy.
Ong Thanh ngang mat len tran nha va ren h h. Li Tram that ieu nghe, cuon vong quanh au cu nh trai nam, anh eu that manh, that nhanh. Ong Thanh rn ngi len, mo hoi va ra.
Con cu hoi nay con nhng tinh kh ong lai ni au, a c Tram liem het. Li cua nang cuon quanh au nam, lam ong Thanh khong con chu noi na.
Mau a don xuong, cu dan dan ung thang day. Dung vat a cung cng len. Ong Thanh a mat nhn Tram mot cach thoa, va gat au ci nu.
Ong ch con ch co the, a ban tay r vao lon nang. Nang van con t am dam thuy. Ong lay tay ngoay eu trong lon cho ngon tay t am, roi lai a len t Tram.
Mot ngon tay a ngoay sau vao lo t mot cach de dang. Ong ut tay vao, roi lai rut ra . Nhng bap tht chung quanh vong c hau mon cua Tram that lai theo ong tac cua ong Thanh. Roi ong a them mot nhon tay na, la hai ngon.
Tram van on nhan hai ngon khong kho khan g. Roi ba ngon. Ba ngon tay khep chat lai vi nhau thanh mot con cu, am sau vaoo lo t Tram. Tram n ngi len on nhan. Luc nay Tram a bat au ren xiet khi nhng ngon tay cua ong theo c ong dap ra dap vao.
Nang vat ong xuong san, va bat au leo len the ci nga. Tram chom hom len, hai chan dang ra hai ben hong ong Thanh, chong hai ban tay xuong tam nylong va bat au a tay nam lay con cac a cng ngac cua ong, ut vao lo t.
Nang khong muon ut cac vao lon na, ma bay gi iem chnh la hau mon cua nang. Con cac b ut vao mot a iem kha nho, can phai chien au mot hoi roi mi ut thang vao c. Tram hu len mot tieng khi con cac pha vong c th nhat, nang cam thay hi au nhng trong cai au o co cai sng rat la. Nang bnh tnh th mot hi dai lay tinh than, va ieu khien cac bap tht c chung quanh hau mon tr lai trang thai bnh thng e ung co that.
Khi con cac a nam sau c mot na trong lo t nang, ch vai phut sau, Tram a ngoi sat xuong cham en da ong Thanh, con cac a tron ven b hau mon nang nuot chng.
V nang tap the duc moi ngay nen sc rat deo dai, Tram bat au nhng ong tac ngoi len ngoi xuong ma khong biet moi. Vi t the nay, dng vat ong Thanh a cam that sau trong ngi nang. Cam giac te dai ni au cu ong bat buoc ong phai het len nhng tieng het nho nho cua cam khoai.
Cha bao gi ong c chi sng nh vay. Bap tht hau mon cua nang xiet chat cac ong, nh cha bao gi xiet chat nh vay.
Mot lat sau, ho oi the. Ong vat nang xuong tam nem va tiep tuc am sau cac vao lo t nang. Bay gi Tram a sng ren. Con cac cua ong cam sau vao lo t, va mang da day gia hau mon va am ao ch cach co mot khoang khien cho nhng iem khai cam cua nang eu c cham en. Tram ru len lien hoi.
Ong Thanh lai xuat han ay mnh, mo hoi nho xuong tng giot tren vu Tram. Ong th o e gap rut, va ch mot vai phut sau, ngi ong git len tng hoi, roi vat xuong tren mnh Tram.
Tram biet rang ong a xuat tinh. Ong khong con noi c li nao, ch co tieng th hon hen trong khi Tram cam nhan c trong hau mon nang, con cu t t nho dan, nho dan trong cai nhoe nhoet cua tinh trung con vng van khap ni...
Ke tu o, Tram la ngi an ba sng nhat i. Ngay ngay, ong phuc vu cho nang con hn la cho bat c mot ngi nao khac tren cuoc i nay. Thu bay, nang van hng thu tnh yeu vi Trung.
Co lan, nang con dam ru ngi ban gai than nhat cua nang la Bch Ngoc, ve nha e lam tnh trc mat ong Thanh. Nhng chuyen o la chuyen khac, e lan sau nang se ke lai cho moi ngi nghe.
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Hoa ang cam giac mot s rung ong, bi v no a ch tng khoanh khac t khi ong chu no co hen mot chuyen bay chieu nay. Ong chu luon luon en phong ngu cua v trc khi i mot chuyen cong tac dai ngay. Hoa ang i e c thay canh ong ba chu no lam tnh vi nhau, trong khi thay v phai ap tai vao tng e nghe nhng am thanh ren r qua bc vach nh nhng lan trc.
Nh la mot con cu an em, Hoa ang co ging mat len t bong toi trong xo tu quan ao cua ba chu no, qua khe tu no co the nhn thay toan bo khung canh cua chiec ging ngu gia phong. Ong chu no ang i vao trong phong sau khi tam mot cach voi va. Mot cap va li a c chuan b moi th va ang xep xo phong cho ong gia. Ong Dan van ang nhn quanh quat coi th co quen th g cho chuyen i khong.
Hoa van cam giac an toan, lan lon trong nhng th o linh tinh cua ba chu no, mui nc hoa phang phat trong quan ao that gi cam, no ang chui mui ht ha vao nhng bo o lot. S mem mai cua nhung lua lam no co cam tng nh c s vao lan da mt ma ong a cua ba Dan, nh la ung vao than the tran trui cua ba. Ngh ti o t dng dng vat cua no t t dng len, Hoa tho tay cam lay dng vat cua no va soa nhe nhe vao au dng vat. a nhieu lan no a tng xuat tinh khi nghe nhng am thanh ong Dan va ba Dan lam tnh vi nhau, nhng bay gi no phai ch ...
Chac chan rang Hoa cung a s. No khong biet s the se ra sao neu no b bat qua tang khi ang nhn trom ong ba lam tnh, co the no se b an vai roi vao mong, va b uoi ra khoi nha. Khong biet ong ba gian d hay mac c khi biet co mot thang be mi lam tuoi ang nhn dng vat thut ra thut vo gia ca am ho. Nam nay la nam th hai ke t khi Hoa c ong ba Dan nhan vao lam thang sai viec vat trong nha, no t biet rang no ang trong o trng thanh va co nhieu thac mac ve gii tnh.
Nhng noi sao th noi, cho du b uoi viec no cung khong s no phai coi cho bang c mi thoi. Neu ba Dan la mot trong nhng ba xon xon vi than hnh ph nhieu th chac la no khong co hng thu lam nhng ang nay ngc lai, ba chu cua no co hnh dang phai noi la tuyet vi. Vi chiec lng thon ong a, than hnh can oi, cap ngc va phai va bo mat a nhn phai noi la co duyen th co the noi hoi con tre chac co nhieu chang om cay si vi ba lam. Nh the o, lam sao ma luc nao Hoa khong ngng suy ngh ve nhng th ang sau ta ao kia, ang sau nhng cai vay thnh thoang lai ung a len xuong kia. Nng ng van an hien cua cai quan lot ba Dan mac sau lan vai phi cua bo o ngu hoac nhng cai ao thun khoet sau co e lo bo ngc ti mn mn luon luon am anh no, hnh anh cai mong tron trnh i qua i lai trc mat no cang lam cho bau mau cua no nong len. Tra nay ba Dan mac mot cai ao thun bo sat ngi, Hoa c chiem ngng hai num vu hong hong sau lan vai hien len that gi cam te ra hom nay ba Dan khong them mac xu cheng, chac la e kch thch ong Dan ay ma.
Thang Hoa cht nghe mot cam giac hoi hop khi va nghe tieng click cua canh ca phong ngu. Ba Dan bc vao phong va t khe h no co the thay nhng ng net tuyet my t phan hong cua ba, cam giac rao rc t t xuat hien trong long Hoa.
No cht ngng th khi thay cai vay ba Dan mac a c ven len t hoi nao va tieng sot soat cua t lua that kch ong. Ong Dan b kch thch bi tieng ci quan ao cua ba Dan, t t i lai pha ba. Ba Dan ng o that tuyet vi, tran trui. Than hnh ve n cua ba cang them kheu gi trong anh sang map m cua chiec en ngu bat tren au ging. Bo ngc n nang vi oi nhu hoa trang hong trong nh hai trai ao tien cua ba Dan lam Hoa ngay ngat ch muon nhay ra an ti nuot song ngay, sau en la cai mu cua ba oi tuyet vi lam sao no u len vi mot vet long en tuyen trong that mt ma khoi phai noi nhn khong Hoa cung a u chay nc mieng roi. Cap ui ba thon chac nh thng xuyen i bi va luyen the duc tham my trong thi gian dai. Hi th cua thang Hoa gi lai ngap ngng co hong, khi ong Dan ang a tay t pha sau len xoa nan cap ngc cua ba Dan, ong tac cua ong that ieu luyen ch thay mot hoi sau th cap nhu hoa cua ba Dan a san lai va cap mat ba nham nghien ve hng thu. Mot tay ong van vuot ve het ben nay en ben kia vu ba Dan, con mot tay ong t t lan xuong gan xuong hang ba roi vuot ve nhe nhang mu lon cua ba luc nay th ba Dan a co cam giac kch thch mieng bat au ren nhng tieng u .
Thang Hoa cht cam thay tay n t th ra no a xuat tinh khi cht trong thay tay ba Dan cung ang tho lai pha sau keo khoa keo quan tay cua ong Dan th lap tc cai cu lung lang cua ong Dan bat ra, ba Dan tho tay nam lay va bat au xoa nhe nhe dng vat cua ong, con tay kia th gai gai ngay bu tinh hoan lam ong Dan cung bat au ht ha ra ve thch thu. Hai ong ba va r ram nhau va ay nhau lai gan pha ging hn, phut choc ca hai cung nga ao vao cai ging nem em ai, bay gi ba Dan ang t the nam nga con ong th nam chenh chech e len mnh ba. Cap moi cua hai ngi bat au sap la ca, thang Hoa v tr nay co the thay ro toan canh, chang may choc than hnh hai ngi a khong con manh vai che than nh Adam va Eve trong thi nguyen thuy. Ong Dan ang s dung chiec li nhieu nam kinh nghiem cua mnh liem vanh tai cua ba Dan lam ba nhot ci hinh hch, roi t t ong re cai li cua ong xuong di co roi ngc, tiep theo la lem t chan len en au vu ba Dan ong c lap i lap lai het ben no en ben kia vu cua ba khong biet cam giac cua ba nh the nao ma ch thay lau lau ba Dan lai lay chan ap vao mat ging roi n ngi len. Roi t t ong lai re li xuong gan am ho hn mi au la qua lo ron roi en phan mu cua ba Dan en ay ong con dung bo rau cam cua ong lt nhe nhang qua phan bung di cua ba Dan ch thay ba co rum ngi lai mieng phat ra may tieng a..a... nhe nhe.
Sau hn mi phut ong ho kch thch, ca hai a hng lam roi, dng vat ong Dan cng nh hn bao gi het va nc nhn trong am ho cua ba Dan cung bat au tiet ra. Ong Dan luc o mi cam dng vat cua ong t t ut vo ca mnh ang ch san cua ba Dan. au dng vat trt t t vo mieng cai am ho ep tuyet vi vi hai mep hong hong, mieng am ho cung t t gian ra e tiep nhan cai dngvat sng soi cua ong Dan. Tng chut mot, dng vat cang i sau vao cai lo sau tham nhat cua am ho, va cuoi cung am ho nh nuot chung lay dng vat vao trong no, luc nay hai tinh hoan cua ong Dan cung rn len het c trong bu giai.
"O, , .... mnh i" ba Dan ren, " ah ah na i mnh, na i mnh ah ah ... Chi em i mnh, sng qua mnh i ah ah". Thanh Hoa a nghe nhng tieng nay khong biet bao nhieu lan ang sau bc tng roi, nhng nhng tieng ren cua ba Dan van lam cu no cng len va nong that nong. No thay dng vat cua ong Dan thut ra thut vo am ho cua ba Dan mot cach eu an, con ba Dan th co n hong len mot t e dng vat cua ong Dan vao sau hn am ho ang mong nc cua ba. Bay gi thang Hoa co the nghe thay tieng nhem nhep t mieng am ho cua ba Dan trt ra trt vao cai dng vat cua ong Dan "Cuc cng cua anh !!!" ti lt ong Dan suyt xoa " Khong biet bao nhieu lan anh a chi vo em, nhng anh van cam thay no sng nh lan au vay.... oh a qua ah ah ah.
Luc nay hai ngi a sng khoai cc iem va gan sap xa ra nen ba Dan dung hai chan quap lay hong ong Dan co gang keo sat dng vat vao sau trong am ho ba. "Anh i ! Rang len, manh na i anh em sap ra roi ah" ba Dan ren r. Ong Dan cung gan sap sa xuat tinh nen rang het sc thut ra thut vo ngay cang nhanh hn. Cuoi cung ba Dan cung ren len " ah mnh i em ra ne em ra ne mnh i" cung luc o t trong dng vat cua ong Dan cung ban ra mot luong tinh dch vao am ho ba Dan. "ah ah a qua mnh i "ong Dan suyt len.
Hai ngi a khong mat nhieu thi gian nh thng le, bnh thng hai ong ba lam tnh khoang mot gi ong ho hay hn, lam ong tac phu rat lau trc khi lam tran. Ong Dan co ve voi va lam cho xong trc khi t biet ba Dan e ra phi trng ung gi. Bay gi thang Hoa ang dan chat mat trong thay hai ong ba chu no ang ngh giai lao sau mot hoi chan xo goi lech ong Dan van e len ngi ba Dan va dng vat cua ong con nam trong am ho cua ba. Thang Hoa nhe nhang vuot len xuong cai dng vat cua no e cho no bt cng cng va tham mong cho hai ong ba i le le e no chuon ra ngoai ch ngoi trong nay khong sung sng t nao con hoi hop khong yen na.
"Anh i lai can than o, lang vang vi con nao la coi chng tui" Tieng ba Dan e nat ong Dan. Ong Dan la ngi lam an ln nen hay i giao thiep rat rong bao ong khong quan he vi nhng ngi an ba khac qua that la kho. Nhng ong van tra li: "Co mot lo chi muon thay cha thay me roi ham chi lo khac cho cong lng sm sao".
Phan 2:
Ong Dan va ba Dan van con ang nam ch cho c the tr lai trang thai bnh thng th bong co tieng coi xe bop "Tin tin" di nha. Ong Dan voi vang bat day v voi quan ao vat rai rac tren san nha va mac vao va noi:
- Chet roi! Thang tai xe cua cong ty ti roi anh phai i ay nghe cng.
Noi xong ong ng trc tam gng sa sang lai quan ao cho ngay ngan sau o khong quen bo len ging hon that sau vao moi ba Dan e tam biet. Ong va sach hai cai vali ra ca phong va dan vi theo:
- nha ngoan nhe cng!!!
Ba Dan theo: "Chao mnh! i ng can than!!"
Sau o nghe tieng bc chan ong Dan luc cuc i xuong cau thang va sau cung la tieng ong ca cai ram nha di. Khi ong Dan i c mot hai phut ba Dan t t ngoi day roi i ti cai tu quan ao e lay mot bo quan ao mi thay cho bo quan ao hoi nay b ong Dan day vo gi a nhau het nam di san nha. ang lui hui kiem bo o lot th tay ba Dan bong s phai cai g nong nong va to va dai, ba Dan lay lam ngac nhien khong hieu co vat g nam trong tu quan ao cua mnh. Th nghe tieng thang Hoa keu len:
- Co Van ng keo na!! Chau ay ma ! Hoa ay!! ( Ba Dan co ten la Van)
Ba Dan giat ban mnh thut lui lai vai bc khi t nhien nghe co tieng thang Hoa trong tu quan ao, sau mot vai tic tac nh than lai th ba Dan hieu ra s viec. a th ra thang loi con tron trong tu quan ao e coi v chong ba lam tnh vi nhau.
- o mat day! May lam cai g trong o o Hoa! Ra ay ngay thang mat day kia!!
Thang Hoa voi vang lom com bo voi ra khoi hai canh ca tu va bo va ngh "Phen nay chet cha may roi Hoa i" Khi mot chan no va at chan xuong nen nha con chan kia ang thanh tu th ba Dan cht thay co hong co mot dong nc giai troi xuong cai c th ra ch trong mot tic tac ba Dan va trong thay cai dng vat cua thang Hoa ang cng cng qua chiec quan ui no ang mac lam cho chiec quan noi com han len. Bc ra khoi cai tu roi, noi s hai lam cho dng vat cua thang Hoa ang dan dan teo lai, no ngh ky nay la i tong i no roi. No ap ung:
- Co Van ..con..con xin loi!!!.
Nhn ban mat no tai met ba Dan cung toi nghiep, nhng cung hoi mot cau:
- E ! Thang kia ai day may chi tro mat day nay o ? May muon chet roi phai khong?
Thang Hoa luc nay a s lam roi nen cui gam mat xuong at khong dam ngng len, tuy cui gam mat xuong nhng no van thay c cai ui thon dai trang muot qua anh en ngu m ao cua co Van chu no van cha kp mac lai vay v sau mot giay phut sng s, dng vat cua no lai t ong dng len khong the kiem che.
Sau khi hoi thang Hoa cau o th cn gian cua ba Dan a gam i chn phan mi, con mot phan kch thch khi nh lai luc nay t nhien cam phai con cu cua thang Hoa. Th ra khi nay, thang Hoa cht thay ba Dan i lai pha tu quan ao la no oan ra c cai g se xay ra roi nen no co het sc ep chat lng cua no vo cai tu con hai chan th dang ra roi lay quan ao phu len nhng no khong ng co Van mo mo lam sao lai r trung con cu cua no ma con bop bop keo keo na ch, no s s y th ba Dan git mot cai th con g la vat truyen giong cua no na nen no voi la len trc la vay.
Ch trong vai giay ong ho nh lai cam giac cam vao con cu cua thang Hoa t nhien ba Dan cam thay nh mot giong ien chay ran rat trong tng ot xng song va em du lai va gi cam. Chac la c the cua co van cha thoa man sau mot luc lam tnh mot cach voi va vi ong Dan vai phut trc o. Ngh ti ay Ba Dan t t bc lai cho thang Hoa ng at tay len vai no roi nhe nhang hoi:
- Chac con cha bao gi thay than hnh cua con gai khoa than phai khong Hoa?
- Da tha .. cha co Van! Thang Hoa l nh tra li, va noi no va ngh khong biet co chu no ang co hnh phat g danh cho no ay. Chac chan ngay mai no phai sach balo ve que sm qua a.
Ba Dan ang t t ngam ngha than the cua thang Hoa, nh hoi nao ma no gi no cho ba nuoi th no la mot a cao leu ngheu, chan th nh ca kheo mi t di que len nen mnh may con ram nang en trui trui ma gi ay nh an cm gao nha ba roi suot ngay ch quanh quan trong nha nen bay gi khong nhng da tht trang tre hn ma con tr thanh mot thanh nien vam v vi nhng bap tht hien len ro net trong that khoe manh. Va ngh ti o th ba Dan buot mieng hoi:
- Con thay ngi co co ep khong con!
Luc nay thang Hoa a s lam roi ch mong co Van chu no co quyet nh sm sm e no chuon i cho roi, cang ng lau no cang cam thay chan no run lay bay nhng cung co gang liec mat len nhn thai o cua co Van no th no thay mieng cua co Van no ci sao ti the oi moi nh hai canh hoa hong va he n trong that hap dan con anh mat th long lanh nh nc ho thu na nh tru men na nh khuyen khch no nen no manh dan noi:
- Than hnh co that ep .. ep lam con cha tng thay ai ep nh co Van
- ep cho nao con? Ba Dan nhe nhang hoi lai. Roi bat than cam lay tay thang Hoa at len ngc mnh roi tiep:
- Co phai cho nay khong Hoa?
Thang Hoa nh ngi t cung trang ri xuong no khong the tin rang ay la s that, bo ngc ma ngay em no m mong ang nam trong tam tay cua no, oi nhu hoa cang ay vun vut tran ay nha song kia giong nh hai qua tuyet le ang ch no hai xuong, no ging mat len nhn vao mat co Van nh do hoi. Ba Dan t t keo no lai sat mnh hn roi th tham vao tai no:
- Hay hon co i con.
Thang Hoa nghe nh sam no ben tai, mot s ngac nhien khong the ta ang len loi vao tam hon no, "Cai g ay Hoa i, cai g ang xay ra ay, mnh co m chang ...." Roi bong dng no ru len v xung sng, roi vong tay no qua ngi co Van at moi no vao moi cua ba chu no v ay la lan au no hon mot ngi phu n nen no khong biet lam sao hn la ch khep moi no lai va chu mo vao moi cua co Van.
Hai tay cua no vuot len vuot xuong doc b lng thon dai cua co Van da tht cua co Van cham vao tay no va co cam giac co cai g em hn nhung mn hn lua ma no cha bao gi tng s qua. Ngc lai hai ban tay cua co Van cung ve vuot lng cua no nhng ngon tay thon dai c i qua i lai tren lan da nhay cam cua no lam no buon buon, nhon nhot vi cam giac e me sung sng. No lai nghe tieng co Van th tham vao tai:
- T t nghe Hoa, co se day con tat ca nhng th co biet Hoa nghe!!!
Nghe giong noi du dang em am cua co Van no khong con ngh ch vai phut troc ay ba Dan con la ba chu cua no va hien tai lai la ngi tnh cua no, no sung sng qua muon het len that to. Nhng canh lam tnh cua ong Dan va ba Dan lan lt hien len tren au no va no muon thc hien ngay nhng cai ma ong Dan a lam len mnh ba Dan. No cung nhe nhang va hon ht len mat len co co Van va t t ay ngi co Van no ve pha chiec ging ma ch vai phut trc o a qua mot cn may ma nong bong. Chang bao lau hai ngi a nam lan ra ging cung vi t the cu co Van nam nga ngi len con thang Hoa th nam chenh chech len mnh co Van no. No cung dung cai li vung ve cua no bat chc ong Dan liem liem van tai cua co Van, con hai tay th soa soa len hai go bong ao cua co Van, v lan autien c s en ngc cua ngi an ba nen tay cua no con vung ve lam khong biet xoa nan nh ong Dan nhng cam giac vung ve cua no lai lam cho co Van no nhon nhot va mang lai cam giac e me ky la nen chang may choc oi nhu hoa cua co Van a san lai hai au vu noi len nh hai hot nut. Ba Dan cht noi: - Hoa i bu t co i! Bu giong nh Hoa bu sa me hoi con nho ay!!!
Thang Hoa theo li ch dan cua co Van bat au thoc mieng vo liem lap roi nut nut au vu cua co Van nh la a be bu sa me. Cung lu o th hai tay cua co Van vong qua ngang lng cua thang Hoa roi tut cai quan ui cua no xuong. Tri i cai g kia, ung la mot con qu nho, cai dng vat cua thang Hoa qua that v ai ma Van cha tng thay qua ngay ca ong Dan khi cng len en cc iem cung khong to bang cua thang Hoa, cai nay ma ut vao am ho chac sng phai biet. Ngh the mot tay cua co Van va voc len voc xuong gia qui au cua thang Hoa,con mot tay th vuot ve vao khe hang cua no lam cho thang Hoa cam thay sung sng hn len bay tang may na. Luc nay con cu cua thang Hoa a cng cng lam roi nhng v no van con trinh nen cai au dng vat cua no van cha tuot ra khoi lp da qui au lam no cam
giac co ve thon thon au cu vay.
Thang Hoa va bu va lem het ben no en ben kia vu cua co Van, con ban tay th t lan xuong sau hn, mi au la qua lan da bung mn mang sau o xuong dan xuong bung di, luc nay nhng ngon tay no a bat au tep xuc vi chum long ong a mt ma tren cai mu tuyet ep cua co Van roi i tiep xuong sau hn vung cam a. Bat than ba Dan cam tay cua Hoa an cho mem mem n t cua ba, no cht thay thinh thch nen nghch ngm vuot qua vuot lai cho hai mep ma tay no cam giac c.
No cha c chiem ngng phan di cua ngi an ba nao nen bat au bo lan ve pha sau, no chui mat vao gia hai bap ui non ong mt cua ba Dan e quan sat that k mot ky quan cua tao hoa, luc nay co Van e mac no muon lam g th lam va con dang rong hai chan ra e no nhn c de dang hn. Thang Hoa cha thay cai g ky la hn cai nay tuy rang no a nhieu lan c trong thay nhng be gai oi ba tuoi truong nhng no ch thay mot cai mu hi u len mot t va co ng ranh chanh gia, nhng ma hien tai cai ma no quan sat hoan toan khac han. Hai ben mep am ho cua co Van co mau hong hong nh mau li cua no va giong nh la mot con so long ma no a tng an, con ba Dan ang trong t the chong hai cu cho xuong cai goi em ai nghieng na ngi coi thang Hoa, nhn ve mat cham chu cua no ot nhien ba Dan n nu ci roi noi:
- Hoa th cho ngon tay vao coi no nuot chng luon o!
Thang Hoa cau may suy ngh va roi ong Dan cung r tay xuong ay ma au co sao mnh th r th coi sao. Ngh la lam no lien dung hai ngon tay ben tay trai banh hai mep am ho cua co Van no ra roi dung ngon gia ban tay phai thut vao cai lo nho xu hong hong cua co Van. Th bong nhien no nghe tieng ren khe khe cua ba Dan, no s lam au co Van no bi v no s ut khong ung lo nen no lai rut ngon tay ra. Bong no nghe tieng ba Dan noi:
-Na i Hoa ut ngon tay vo lo cua co i con no lam co sng lam o!!!
Nghe co Van khuyen khch no lai thoc ngon tay vo lai am ho, lan nay no va thot vo lai va keo ra c nh vay va cam thay ngi cua co Van no ang rung mnh va no phat hien ra mot ieu la khi no thoc sau vo ng am ao, cuoi ng co cuc g chai chai cng cng moi lan no ung en cuc o la co Van no lai rn ngi len.
Hoi nay no thay ong Dan liem liem gan pha mu cua ba Dan va thay ba Dan co ve khoai lam nen no cung muon lam th xem sao nen no rut ngon tay ra va thay vao o la cai li nht nht cua no. Mi au no liem th chung quanh am ho trc, li no va ung vao lan da nhay cam cua phan hang la a thay co Van co ngi lai the la no tiep tuc liem nhe nhe vao mep am ho. Mot cam giac mi la cht ap en, than the co Van c bao phu bi mot luong ien that e me sung sng bi v cha bao gi ong Dan i qua ranh gii cai mu cua co ca. Co ch muon thang Hoa liem va liem cai am ho cua co thoi, co bat giac ren len khi au li cua Hoa cht thoc sau vao am ao co:
-Ah Ah .... sng qua Hoa i sau na Hoa i na i con ah ah...
Thang Hoa cung b kch thch bi teng ren r cua ba Dan mac du no cam thay mui khai khai ngai ngai khu giac lan v giac cua no, mot lat sau th no thay mot dong nc r ra t ca am ao no khong bet la o la nc tieu hay nc g na. Cht thay co Van cam lay con cu cua no an vao am ho cua co. Mot cam giac k la cht chay khap than the Hoa no cam giac mot luong hi nong bc kho chu ang di chuyen khap chau than no va khong co cho nao e phat tiet, mi au no ch co nhuc nhch con cu cua no trong lo am ho ang chat nch bo sat dng vat cua no. Nhng sau o no bat au di chuyen cai mong no ieu hoa hn a len a xuong that nhp nhang. Con ba Dan cam giac nh cac th tht chung quanh am ho c gian n en mc toi a e tiep nhan con cu khong lo cua thang Hoa va mieng ba ren len mot cach eu an vi tng cai thut ra thut vao cua dng vat
- Ah..ah ..ah a qua Hoa oi manh na i Hoa may lam co sng qua con i Hoa i ..ah ah
Sau mot hoi h ha h huc ay nh keo be hi th Hoa a bat au nang nhoc, nhng nhp o cua no cang ngay cang tang no cam giac mot luong chat long trong bau giai no bat au soi suc nh mot dong nham thach co the phun ra bat c luc nao, ba Dan luc nay cung sng khoai en cc iem than the nh c phan ra thanh tng manh va cam giac tng c bap nh c tiep them sc song
-Ah ah ah co len Hoa manh na Hoa i co sap ra roi ah ah ... Ra roi Hoa i
Cung luc o mot dong tinh dch nh bung no t trong dng vat cua thang Hoa ban thang vao trong am ao cua co Van, no cam thay nh cha bao gi tinh dch cua no c xuat ra nhieu nh lan nay, cam giac k la cung t t mat i nhng no van khong kem phan hng phan muon th lai lan na khi nhn thay than hnh tuyet my cua co Van ba chu no. Co Van van con ngay ngat sau hng v c hng nen van nam yen tren ging roi keo sat au thang Hoa roi moi co gan chat vao moi no th tham "Ngi tnh be nho cua co!!!"
Sau o, ba Dan t t ngoi day va noi vi Hoa:
- Bay gi th i tam ra, an cm toi roi em nay co se bay cho Hoa nhieu tro na chung ta se vui het em nay.
Thang Hoa nhay cang len sung sng hoi lai:
-Thiet ha co Van! Sng qua co i . Noi xong no lai nhao len mnh co Van hon hon hit hit len khap mnh may co.
Co Van buong tieng ci xoa, roi ngh trong au "co thang be nay trong nha cung buon khi ong Dan i xa, cu cua no co the lam cho ta nhieu lan me ti hn na oi that la a"
Phan 3:
Sau buoi chieu that sung sng va c hng khoai cam au i c biet mui an ba, Hoa tr nen bao dan han ra. Suot buoi toi, tam tr cua no ch ngh en truyen ai an va c mong thi gian qua that mau e nhay ngay vao ging vi co Van chu no, no c cham chu quan sat tng c ch cua co chu ch s co oi y bat thnh lnh th kho.
Sau khi tam xong, co Van no dien mot bo o that mat me vi cai ao canh xinh san mau thien thanh khoet co khoe bo ngc ay a vun vut cung vi chiec mini jip mau vang nhat phi bay cap ui thon tha, lan da mn ma trang muot trong that hap dan. Nhat la nhng luc co i ngang qua ngang lai trc mat Hoa chiec vay ngan cua co chu tung len tung xuong, nh an nh hien cang lam mau cua no nong len.
Sau khi cm nc xong xuoi, hai ngi ngoi tren bo ghe salon em ai ngoai phong khach cung coi tivi. Tren man anh nho ang chieu phim tnh cam nen khong thieu canh hon ht t at nen t nhien hai co chau cung sap gan lai vi nhau. Co Van e cho thang Hoa t do muon lam g th lam, no a co kinh nghiem hoi chieu nen hai tay no c lam ti khong luc nao ngng, het xoa cho no en nan cho kia lam cho than mnh co Van cung cam giac nhot nhat kch thch, no va hon va ht ha khap moi ni tren than the co mui hng du du toa ra t da tht co chu lam no cang them ngay ngat.
Co Van luc nay cung het chu noi nen vat no ra thanh ghe tuot quan no xuong loi dng vat no ra liem, oi moi mong o cua co tham lam ngam chat lay au dng vat cua thang Hoa nut len nut xuong, con dung ngon tay kheu kheu vao phan nhay cam chan dng vat di bong tinh hoan lam cho no ht ha sung sng, cung luc o co Van a phan mong ve pha Hoa, bay gi hai ngi ang nam ngc lai vi nhau, co Van qu hai ben canh sn Hoa a phan ha bo tren mat no, con no th nam nga au ta len thanh ghe. Hai tay thang Hoa ven chiec vay cua co Van len, t t keo chiec quan lot mau hong nhat xuong khoi ui, van cap ui thon tha ay mot lan na lam cho Hoa ngay ngat, mui thm cua nc hoa at tien quyen vi mui da tht co Van tiet ra lam cho Hoa khong the kiem che c mnh no manh dan the cai li t at cua no re qua re lai cai lan da mt ma ay lam cho co Van re len may tieng sung sng roi tiep tuc cui xuong mut au dng vat thang Hoa lam khoai cam cua no tang len en tot o, cac mach mau dng vat no nh cang ra ch chc no tung, con phan Hoa mieng cua no bat au tiep can vi mep am ho mi au no con dung au li thoc ra thoc vao liem het ben no en ben kia sau cung no dung mieng ke sat vao ca am ho mut chun chut lam cho nc t trong am ho cua co Van chay ra len lang, con hai tay tha no cung khong e yen mot giay phut nao, no dung mot tay kch thch ngay tren am long tren mu am ho con ngon tay tro cua ban tay khac no gai gai tren mep thanh hau mon cua co Van lam co Van n ngi len xuong ra chieu khoan khoai. Toc o liem cua thang Hoa cang nhanh th toc o bu mut cua co Van cung nhanh theo, cht thang Hoa cam thay mot dong tinh kh cua no lai mot lan na ban thang vao mieng co Van nhng co Van van ngam chat lay khong nhng khong nha ra ma con hng lay tng giot chat long cua no khong bo sot giot nao.
Thang Hoa ngoi day keo co Van vao long no roi at len b moi mem mai cua co mot nu hon am uoi, mieng co Van that thm va van con v man man chac la v man t nc tinh dch cua no, no ut li cua no vao mieng co that sau hai cai li lai cuon xiet vao nhau nh khong muon ri ra. No thoc tay vao ngc ao co Van va s nan oi nhu hoa mem mai, se se cai au vu hong hong lam cho chung lai cng cng len, trong khoanh khac con cu cua thang Hoa cung tr lai dung manh nh trc, no dng len nh cay cot c thang dng vi cai au o choe kieu hanh. Co Van bong xoay ngi ng len ghap hong xuong chong hai tay vao thanh ghe, con phan mong cha ra ngoai roi ci ci hoi Hoa:
- ay la kieu g con biet khong Hoa?
Hoa a tng thay may con cho nhay c vi nhau nen nhanh nhau noi:
- Kieu nay la kieu chi cho phai khong co Van. Roi bc lai pha sau cam dng vat ang cng cng re qua re lai trc ca am ho lam cho co Van ren len tc ti:
- Hoa i ut vao nhanh len co chu het noi roi !!!
Thang Hoa con co co mot hoi roi mi cam dng vat cua no choc thang vao hai mep am ho, no cam thay chi theo kieu nay th ca am ao bao quanh dng vat no chat nch, sau o no dung hai tay vn lay hong cua co Van roi keo sat vao. Cung vi luc keo th phan hong cua no di chuyen mot cach nhp nhang thuc ra thuc vo tao ra nhng tieng "bach bach" that eu do hai phan mong cua co Van va phan ui cua no va vao nhau. C the co Van luc nay tran ngap cam giac e me sung sng mieng va suyt xoa,mot tay th van chong vao thanh ghe con mot tay th soa lay bau vu cua mnh va ren len khe khe:
- Ai da, manh len Hoa i may lam co sng qua ai da.. ah ah ha
Thang Hoa cung cui ghap ngi suong luon tay ra trc ngc cua co Van nam lay hai trai tuyet le ang ong a cua co Van va nan va bop. Mieng thang Hoa cung bat au th hong hoc nhng no chu tam kiem gi khong cho no xuat tinh e danh cho cuoc chi toi nay con tiep tuc. Co Van e len ti tot nh vu sn am ho bat au r nc lam moi lan hoa thut ra thut vao cai dng vat cua no th phat ra tieng keu nhem nhep. Thay mnh sap sa xuat tinh thang Hoa lien rut cu no khoi am ho cua co Van luc nay th co Van cung va len en tot nh nen than mnh o ap xuong long ghe mat nham nghien lai cam giac e me khon ta. Thang Hoa cung nam xuong canh co Van choang tay qua om lay than hnh mem mai cua co no lai vuot ve khong chan cai than the non na bo ngc cang ay nha song vong eo thon nho tuyet
ep cua co Van. Ba Dan he mat ra mm ci hoi no:
- a cha con hay con muon na?
- Na i co Van em con dai ma co! thang Hoa hap tap ch s co Van no oi y.
- ung la nga non hao a, mi biet mui an ba la lam ti roi, mai ng co i nhe con co cho may bo bang bon chan luon.
Mac du noi vay nhng trong long ba Dan van cam thay lang lang, a lau lam roi ba cha tng bao gi c thoa man nhuc duc nh lan nay. Tuy hoi con tre co rat nhieu ban trai theo uoi ve van ba va co Van nha ta cung khong kho khan g trong chuyen quan he nhng t khi lay ong Dan th quan he tnh duc cung thieu thon hn trc nhieu. Mot phan cung bi tuoi ba con qua tre nam nay ch mi ngap nghe ba mi trong khi lay mot ngi chong ln hn mnh mot con giap mi au gng gao th con c nhng lau ngay xem ra khong xng. Va lai, ong Dan la ngi co tien tai a v hay v cong chuyen ma vang nha luon, e mot ngi thieu phu tre ep ang trong o tuoi thanh xuan con h h the kia le loi mot mnh th hoi lam sao ma khong co nhng bc xuc oi hoi ve duc tnh cho c. Tuy rang, co Van nha ta cung muon i tm cho mnh mot hai moi quan he hay la noi lai nhng day t cu nhng ma li s mang tai tieng en chong mnh th s nghiep eu tieu tan het ca nay t dng bong co mot a ngay trong nha mnh, cai moi quan he nay ma khong biet qu khong hay th con kieng k g na ma khong ra sc hong thu. Ngh ti ay, hng ch qua co Van nha ta lien len tieng goi Hoa:
- i theo co Hoa i, len tren ging tren rong rai hn.
Thang Hoa ap tieng da ran trong giong noi cua no van khong khoi dau ve vui mng hn h lien lap tc bc theo co chu ben got. Co Van trong bo quan ao soc sech cha kp sa lai cho ngay ngan a bc thap bc cao i len tang tren. Thang Hoa va i va thay chiec vay ngan cua co Van tung len tung xuong theo nhp chan th lien tho hai ban tay tinh nghich cua no soa nan vao hai cai mong tron lan cua co chu xong roi ap luon cai mat vao ht lay ht e ay ba Dan ve pha trc.
e ba Dan vat ra ging lan nay Hoa muon t tay ci het quan ao cua ba, trc tien la no ci cai ao canh cua ba trc ci c nut ao nao la no lai hon ht vao phan da tht va lo ra chut ay. C nh the chang may choc co chu yeu qu cua no lai tran nh nhong.
The la trong thi gian ong Dan i vang hai co chau tha ho bay cuoc may ma an ai, khong ke ngay em cuoc song vo cung hoan lac. Co th ang tuoi thanh xuan tran ay nha song con chau la thang thanh nien mi ln tinh lc doi dao nen khong luc nao ranh roi la hai ngi lai khong bay cuoc giao hoan. Trong thi gian o Hoa cung khong to ra la ngu dot, no cung sang tao c nhieu kieu lam tnh mi la lam cho co chu Van cc k sung sng, c the c thoa man nen ngi luc nao cung ti tan lam cho may ngi ban than cung lay lam ngac nhien. Hoa cung hoc c nhieu co Van nhieu kinh nghiem qu bau rat co ch cho no sau nay, hau nh cha co kieu nao ma sach v va bao ch noi en la no khong sanh soi hoac cha th qua.
Nhng roi cai g cung co luc cham dt, sau hn mot thang i cong tac xa ong Dan tr ve, tuy nhien cung nh iec nam trong trong ong khong hay biet chuyen g ca. Nhng ong cung hi ngac nhien, khi thay ba Dan khong von va oi hoi nh nhng lan trc na. Thi gian nay cung gan dp le tet, nen ong cung nha thng xuyen hn nen Hoa cung khong co c hoi nao e tiep xuc vi co chu ca, lau lau them lam th cung ch s xoang hay hon ht vai cai thoi ch khong lam an c g hn. Lan i cong tac ve lan, cam giac nh la ong Dan co ve quan tam en tnh cam v chong nhieu hn, chac la ong cung t biet mnh gia hn v nhieu nen khong can than th mat v luc nao khong biet. Va ong quyet nh hoi ba Dan i oi gio mot hai thang a Lat e ham nong lai tnh cam v chong cung nh i an Tet xa mot chuyen. Trc khi i, ong cho thang Hoa mot t tien roi bao no ve que an Tet trong thi gian hai v chong ong i ngh mat. Phai xa co chu mot thi gian Hoa cung nh lam nhng no cung vui bi v a lau lam roi no cung khong gap lai me va cac anh ch no di que nen no cung nh lam. Va lai ch mot thi gian ngan sau khi an Tet xong no cung quay lai ay gap lai ba chu a tnh cua no na ma nen no cung hn h ra mat.
Phan 4:
Con Tiep
Kim Lien
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Ch Toi
The la ch i, rung bong hoa gao .
O hay tri khong nn gio cho ngay ch sinh .
Ngay ch sinh tri cho lam th .
Cho net buon vui bon mua tran tr .
Cho lam cau hat e ngi ly li .
Ngay ch sinh tri cho lam th van vng vi si t tri .
Tnh rieng bo ch tnh ngi a oan ( Nhac Trong ai, th oan Th Tao)
Hai ch em toi mo coi cha t cho, chung toi c me nuoi ln . Nam toi len 14 tuoi th ma cung mat e lai hai ch em toi um boc lan nhau trong the gii vo cung phc tap va ngheo kho. Chung toi gap kho mat ve moi mat t tai chanh cho ti s trong vang ve tinh than, cuoc i cua chung toi thay oi t o ...
Cai chet cua ma toi nh em ch em toi vao mot the gii khac han. Chung toi nh mot con thuyen lenh enh tren bien ca khong biet au la ben b . Ch toi phai bo hoc e lo buon ban, lo tm mieng an, cai ao cho toi hoc thanh tai. Mac du ch ch ln hn toi co 3 tuoi, nhng ch rat gioi van, moi chuyen t trong nha ra ngoai eu mot tay ch lo het. Ch ban cac th t trai cay, banh trai, cho ti gao cui, ng au. Ai nay thay the th cung eu thng ch het, mong rang sau nay co the rc ch ve lam dau .
Toi cung thng ch toi lam. Ch co mai toc dai, than ngi cao dong dong, manh khanh va tran ay n tnh . Ch co cap ngc cua mot ngi con gai mi ln, mn mn san chac va ay an. Neu noi ve sac ep th ch khong goi la sac xao, nhng ch rat co duyen, ai nhn thay th cung men cung thng, nhat la tnh tnh cua ch th nhu m va oan trang.
Mi o th ma a mat mot nam va chung toi a ln hn mot tuoi, ch th ngay ngay van lo cong viec, chay on chay ao, con toi th lo viec hoc hanh va ch thnh thoang giup ch phan phoi hang hoa hay phu giup ch ban hang. Ch ban lam, khong mot phut nao ngh tay nen toi t khi c vui ua ben ch nh thu nho. Nh ngay xa , khi con ma chung toi thng hay quan quyt ben nhau, ch toi hay gia lam co dau va bat toi lam chu re . Toi khong thch lam chi tro nay lam nhng v chu ch cua toi nen toi phai lam, bu lai toi c ch lam mon banh chuoi nc da ma toi thch. Chung toi chi rc dau qua nhng cay cau kh . Ch toi trch khan o tren au ra ve thch thu lam. Ch bat toi be nhanh hoa mong tay e cai len au cua ch, va keu toi bat chc ngi ta noi vi ch la "Anh yeu em lam!". Luc o toi van mac quan ta lon tay dat tay ch, chung toi sanh vai ben nhau nh la mot cap that s . Ngh lai that la nh mi ngay hom qua, thi gian bay qua mau qua ! Nhanh hoa mong tay ch con lai la ky niem.
Bay gi nhn lai ch toi bong thay thng ch vo cung . Nhn ch lam lu suot ngay, quan ao cua ch hau nh khong co cai nao c lanh lan. Ngay ngay quan quat vi so hang ban ra mua vao, so tien ch kiem ve khong u cho chung toi lo ngay hai ba cm . Chung toi ch toan khoai on hay cu san e thay cho cm . Chung toi ngheo rt mong ti , nhng tnh cam gan bo gia hai ch em cung u cho chung toi no long. Ch hay bao vi toi la, "nha mnh ngheo, ch khong lo cho em an mac ay u, nhng ch rang lo cho em an hoc ti ni ti chon theo li c nguyen cua ma trc luc lam chung". Moi lan ch noi nh the la toi rm rm nc mat va thay thng ch nhieu hn.
Nha toi ngheo that, mai la ch toan lp bang liep da t luc ma toi con song nen trong no co ve xac x tieu ieu, can nha khong u si am cho chung toi moi khi tri noi cn gio bac hay moi khi cn ma giong o en, nhng khi o chung toi phai thc suot em e hng nc ma. Nhn oi vai ch t sung, tran ch lam tam mo hoi, lng ch am t nh con chuot lot toi bong thay thng ch qua, thng con hn chnh ca mnh, nhng luc o toi hay lao vao gianh lay nhng cong viec cua ch ang lam, nhng ch c noi la, "e ch lam cho, em lo ngh e ngay mai con i hoc". Toi khong nghe li ch, toi van c gianh lam, nhng luc nh the th ch ch biet lac au va ci vi toi .
Tri gan sang, khi cn ma a tanh, chung toi cung met la va ngu thiep i tren ging, ch toi om chat lay toi e si am cho toi, toi cung ngu thiep i mot cach ngon lanh trong vong tay am ap cua ch . Tieng ga gay vang len lam cho toi tnh day, anh sang ban mai soi yeu t xuong mat ch va toi co dp nhn ky khuon mat ch . Ch that ep qua!, ch co cap chan may la lieu, long mi cong vanh ban nguyet , cai mui doc da, oi moi mong t khong to son nhng van o hong, go ma ch hay hay chac co le v dam sng day nang . Nhn ch am am, toi bong thay tnh thng cua ch cho toi that "bao la nh bien Thai Bnh", khi ma toi chet roi th ch t coi mnh chnh la ngi ma ruot cua toi, lo cho toi tng li tng t, t cai an, cai mat ti s hoc hanh cua toi .
Toi gat tay len tran, tap trung nhn vao khuon mat bau bnh trang hong cua ch . Ch ngu that say sa nh mot nang cong chua ngu trong rng, ngi cua ch toa ra mot hi am ma toi cam thay that am cung trong long . Toi nhn ch cham cham khong chp mat va thay hai long ve ve ep cua ch hai hoa nh nu hoa va mi chm n.
Toi nhn ch lau lam, lau khong biet bao lau na, en khi ch tr mnh mieng am ieu g o toi nghe khong ro "a ... m ....a", toi va v nham mat nhng tai toi van nghe ngong, mot lat sau khong thay ong tnh va biet rang th ra ch va m, ch m goi ma trong giac m, toi biet ch thng ma nhieu lam. Luc ma mat, ch au kho nhieu lam, nhieu ngay khong an khong ngu e roi toi phai nh ngi ch ch vao nha thng. Ke ra cung toi cho ch, ma mat roi ch phai ganh vac tren vai mot trach nhiem nang ne: lo lang cho toi, khi tuoi i cua ch cha qua 18 . Toi thng ch qua, c g toi co that nhieu tien e lo cho ch co cuoc song ay u .
Bong "bc" mot tieng, cai cut ao tren ngi cua ch m tung ra, toi bat cht e y vao ni va phat tieng o. Nut ao ch a m bung lo han mot vung da trang toat . Thoang trong phut choc, toi nham mat lai e tranh phai oi dien vi nhng cai ma toi luon luon t chu vi chnh mnh la khong c nhn vao ni o, nhng s to mo cua thang con trai mi ln oi hoi s hieu biet lai thoi thuc toi. Toi phan van khong biet phai tnh sao . Quay mat i la xong chuyen, nhng l nhn roi th nhn na co sao au, toi ngh voi trong luc mat toi ang nham, nhng thc s trong au toi hien ro rang nhng chi tiet tren c the ch, tri i sao bo ngc cua ch trang ngan the, bau bnh the, chac toi khong the kem che mnh c na roi . Toi phai nhn thoi . S to mo cua thang con trai mi ln sao ma no gian ac the. oi dien trc mat toi la mot s knh yeu vo lng cua mot ngi ch va mot s am me them khat a co trong toi t may thang qua . Tnh duc la cai chi ma sao la qua! lam toi phai tranh au vi ban than cua toi vi nhng luan thng ao ly ma ch thng hay ran day cho toi may nam qua .
Toi m mat ra nhn mat ch, hnh anh ngi ch knh yeu cua toi bong lam cho toi thay de chu hn, de t chu ban than hn, toi xoay mat sang hng khac e tranh nhn vao ngc cua ch . Nhng khong c bao lau, toi lai thay toan than bc rc kho chu khi them khat mot s to mo muon biet. Toi bat au theu det nhieu ly do trong au e tha th cho hanh ong sai trai sap dien ra trc mat toi. Toi anh phai chu thua, toi chap nhan nhng ly do o e tha th cho chnh toi, tha th cai cam giac ham muon nhn thay ngc cua ngi con gai, mac ke o la ch cua toi . Toi van nai lng tam cua chnh toi cung nh vi ch du ch mot lan thoi, xin ch hay tha loi cho em nhe ! Ngh ti o, toi quay tr lai nhn ch, nhn ngc ch va nhn thang khong chp mat . Toi bong thoa man vi nhng g trc mat, ch toi qua, tron tra qua, xinh xan qua, trong ch dng nh con ep hn trc na .
Ch lai tr mnh, "bc", mot cai cut ao lai st ra v khong chu noi s can cng cua bau ngc vun cao cua ch . Toi nuot nc bot chiem ngng lan au tien trong i cua toi the nao ve ep cua ngi phu n . Toi co gang nam yen e khong anh thc ch day .
Tri a sang han, tieng ga gay lai vang len, ch toi lai tr mnh lan na, ch quay lng ve pha toi, cuc ca oi luc roi nam im bat ong, ang le th ch phai thc day nh thng le, nhng ch van nam yen, toi biet ch chac met moi lam roi , toi qua ch chay on chay ao e xach nc t thao qua lu roi t lu o vao bon th lam sao ma khong met c . Toi cam thay thng chi vo cung, ch a kho lam roi.
Toi ngoi day nh don nhng ganh hang san ma ch se mang ch ban, e khi ch thc day th ch khong can phai lam . Khi toi ngoi day tnh c toi liec sang ben ngc cua ch mot lan na do khong kem che c ban than. Tri i! Ch toi co cai num sao ma nho nhan de thng the kia . No hong hong nh mot bup hoa t hon nhap nho theo nhp hi th eu eu cua ch, hi th toi bong tr manh hn trc, tim toi ron rang hn , than the cua toi nh nac len tng nhp mot theo phan ng t nhien. Toi lai nuot nc bot . Mat nhn vao ca ngi ch, t au cho ti chan . Ch co mai toc dai xoa mem lat phat qua vai, si nao cung mt va day, cai co thon va dai, mnh ch la mnh day va ch co oi mong tron to nun nuc tht san chac . Toi khong con chu c na, toi muon om ngay ch vao long e thoa cai long them muon ang ot chay con ln long trong toi . Nhng toi kp thi ngan lai, khong the nao, ch la ch cua mnh, toi khong the nao xuc pham ti ch c. Ch ay la ngi ch knh yeu cua toi . Khong the nao toi co the lam cho ch au long c . Mac du toi yeu ch lam, nhng toi cung kem che c ban than. Ngh the, toi lien ng day, khong nhn lai ch na, toi cam au chay ra ngoai ca , chay that nhanh nh e xoa i hnh anh ep e va gi cam cua ch ang khi moc trong long toi tng cn. Tng cn .
Ke t ngay hom o toi e y ti ch nhieu hn, toi nhn ch lau hn moi khi ch quay i ni khac, toi nhn ch lau hn moi khi ngoi oi dien e tro truyen hay an cm toi, toi e y tng hanh ong ng ngoi cua ch, tng anh mat cua ch tron xoe chp sang nh nhng anh sao moi khi ch vui sng hay xuc ong buon kho, toi e y tng net ngon ban tay xinh xan va kheo leo cua ch moi ch lam viec nha, hay thu xep quan ao . Toi con e y thay ch ngay nao cung goi au sach se nen ch mi co c mai toc huyen mt ong anh, ch lai tam rat ky, ca tieng ong ho la chuyen thng. o ac cua ch rat ngan nap, quan ao cua ch c xep thang thm, ngay ngan, nhat la o lot th ch gi gn rat kn ao va sach se . Toi song vi ch a mi may nam roi ma that tnh toi cha bao gi nhn thay quan lot va ao ngc cua ch phi ba bai . Sau khi quan sat ky va e y nhieu lan th toi mi biet, th ra quan ao lot cua ch c phi trong tu quan ao cua ch . Ch co thoi quen moi khi ch tam xong th ch hay giat sach quan ao lot va vat cho that kho, sau o chi mang chung vao tu quan ao va m ca h cho gio hong mau kho . Hen chi toi mi hieu tai sao ma tu quan ao cua ch t khi khep chat lai .
Dan dan toi quen dan tat ca nhng thoi quen cua ch, ch hay tam vao toi khuya luc 12 gi khi toi a i ngu . Lan o nh moi lan toi ang lim dim ngu . Ch toi sau khi lam xong het moi chuyen vat vanh trong nha th ch m tu va lay quan ao bc ra sau nha, toi bong tnh day khi nghe tieng nc xoi , tieng nc chay roc rach xuong mng, toi oan biet ch toi ang tam sau nha, bong tim toi lai anh lien hoi . Toi thay toan than bc rc kho chu , s to mo cua toi , cua mot thang con trai mi ln oi hoi s kham pha c the cua ngi khac phai lai dang len trong long. Toi gat tay len tran, lang nghe tng ca nc xoi va tran troc ban khoan khong biet phai lam sao. Muon ma lai khong dam, bi lng tam cua toi lai bao vi toi rang, ay la ch cua may, may au the nao lam nh vay c, may au the nao rnh ch may tam c . Toi quay mat vo tng, hai mat nham nghien co xua toi vao giac ngu mac cho tieng nc chay roc rach c r ra ben tai cua toi nh thuc duc mot s pham toi can phai lam ngay tc khac.
Khong biet toi a tranh au quyet liet gia ao c con ngi va long ham muon xau xa cua toi cho ti bao lau, sau o toi nghe tieng keo ca cua ch toi th mi biet la ch a tam xong. Toi nh ngi mat hon tm lai c bay va, toi thay than mnh nhe tn thoai mai v a lam chu c ban than. Va sau o toi ngu thiep i vi nhng ieu hanh dien ve mnh.
Sang hom sau khi toi m mat thc day, thay ch lui cui lam chuyen g o . Toi oan biet la ch ang nau chao cho toi an sang . Nhn ch lam lu toc tai cha kp chai bi ma toi thay thng ch nhieu hn . Tuy ch khong trang iem va trang sc nhng trong ch toat ra mot net ep n s thanh thien . Toi bong thay xao tron trong tam hon, khong biet toi thng ch la v tnh thng mau mu la tnh thng ch em hay v tnh thng trai gai nao o bi v ch qua ep, qua hoan hao trong anh mat cua toi . Hoac la ca hai ieu o eu ung vi toi . Noi tam toi bong tr thanh mau thuan va khong biet lam g e phan ro au la au. Toi that tnh mong rang toi khong yeu ch nh tnh yeu trai gai, phai chi toi mai mai la a em trai ngoan cua ch th hay biet may. Toi bong nhn ra ngoai, nang a tran qua bc them trc nha, tri hom nay ep qua lam cho toi thay tran ay long tin, long tin rang toi co the lam c ieu nay.
Ke t luc o toi co gang tranh mat ch nh tranh i tnh cam cua toi gianh cho ch, toi khong dam nhn thang vao mat ch, vao oi mat tron xoe long lanh, khong dam nhn thang vao oi moi cua ch, oi moi mong t ma ngay em toi m mong c mot lan nem th dau biet rang no se ngot lam, no se lam cho toi ngat ngay ma ca i toi khong bao gi quen c.
Toi lai khong dam nhn len vao ngc cua ch na, ni ma mot lan tnh c toi a nhn thay no, mot cai bau tron tron cang cang oi ben di cai num nho be be mau hong ma suot i cua toi khong bao gi quen c, va ch mong mot lan c xuc giac mi au ngon tay mot s mem mai sung sng.
Toi tranh mat ch ke ca ngha en va ngha bong, toi t noi chuyen vi ch hn ke t dao o. Toi co gang t ngh ti ch hn trong au , toi co gang xua uoi hnh anh cua ch ra khoi bo oc van v cua toi tuy rang ieu o that lay lam kho x cho toi bi v toi khong the nao tap trung hoc bai c khi hnh anh cua ch c ln vn trc mat, moi khi toi cam sach tren tay, nhng ch viet tren trang giay nh treu gheo toi, chung no nhay mua quay cuong trc mat toi e roi xep lai thanh khuon mat cua ch an hien.
Sau o toi kham pha ra rang toi cang tranh mat ch, th toi lai cang thng va mong tng ve ch nhieu hn . Toi t than th vi tri vi at la toi phai lam sao bay gi! Toi khong con muon hoc hanh na, cuon sach a b toi quang xuong san va suot ngay toi ch biet vui mnh trong cai men knh mt hy vong rang toi khong con nghe c tieng ong nao cua ch, toi mong nhng bc chan nhe nhang, toi mong nhng tieng lao xao quet don, tieng chien xao o an, ke ca tieng tang hang cua ch moi khi b khoi lam cay co hong cua ch khong con na e toi khong con co hnh anh cua ch trong long na, e cho ch oi vi toi khong con ton tai t gi phut nay tr i . Ma tri i! Toi co the dan lai mnh khi nghe nhng am thanh o, nhng toi khong the nao can c long mnh khi tieng xoi nc luc ch tam no lai c r ra mai ben tai cua toi. No con hn mot cn nghien ang dan vat xoi moi trong tam hon cua toi . Moi tieng xoi nc cua ch la cai nhan mat nhu may ma toi ang tranh au vi ban than chong choi vi con ln long nh muon thoat ra khoi trai chuong cua ao c luan thng .
The roi toi a chu thua vi ban than cua mnh . Tieng xoi nc cua ch khong ng lai co sc manh phi thng nh the . Toi quyet nh toi nay la mot em toi phai lam nhng g ma toi t hoi a ch i qua lau . Thi gian hai thang roi, s ch i cua toi that la vo ly. Toi khong the ch c na . Toi khong the dan long c na .
Tri chang vang toi, an cm xong . Toi lai m sach ra gia v nh ang hoc, ch toi van nh bnh thng lau chui, don dep cac th, va chuan b nhng th khac cho ngay mai . Toi trong cho thi gian qua mau e co the thc hien c y nh cua mnh . Nhn thay ch lau chui nha bep, chiec cut ao m bung ra t luc nao khoe hai bau ngc nun nuc trang phao, toi bong thay non nao vo han, khong con tam tr nao na, ch con biet ngh quan.
Va roi thi khac o cung ti . Toi a ch c luc nay . Khi ch toi m tu lay quan ao va tat en trc e bc ra sau nha . Tieng khep ca sau , ni ngan cach gia phong ngu va nha tam, th toi tung mnh ngoi day. Toi ron ren nhe nhang bat mot cai ghe au cao at sat vach . Tieng nc c van ra thao lam cho toi cang ron rang nao nc . Hai tay run run con hn khi b thay giao goi len tra bai . Nhng toi cung rang bnh tnh e khong gay ra tieng ong nao.
Tieng xoi nc lai vang len luc manh ao ao, luc r ra roc rach. Toi bc mot chan len ghe. Roi hai chan. Toi lom khom ng day . Anh en ien 60 Watts sang hat len vach nha la lam cho toi trong choc lat b choa loa nhng van con thay bong cua ch ky co nhng ong tac eu eu nhe nhe in len vach la lam cho toi cang them mat bnh tnh, hi th tr nang. Toi chom ngi ti co ran mat e trong xuong pha di, nhng toi s vach la phat ra tieng lop xop nen khong dam chom qua cao . Khi o toi ch thay cai au cua ch, toc c bi cao, khoe cai co trang ngan cao sang qua! Toi nhon gon e cho cao hn th ch thay c oi vai tran xng xng cua ch, toi biet ch quay lng ve hng cua toi nen yen tam khong s ch bat cht nhn len. Toi ron ren chong tay vao sn nha , ni co ong tre lam sn ngang, e ty tay va nhong au cao hn nhn xuong. Ch toi ang xoa xa bong khap mnh . Toi bam moi e tranh hi th cua toi gi nay bong tr nen don dap hn trc, toi ch co the th bang mieng. Ch nhn thay oi vai tran cua ch thoi th mau cua toi a soi suc trong long roi . Toi muon u ngi len cao e nhn cho ro nhng g b khuat sau o, nhng toi lai khong dam . Lai ngai b ch toi phat giac. Toi nan ch trong khi van lang nghe tng tieng ong cua ch .
Khi ch cui xuong muc nc trong thao th toi khong thay ch na, khi ch ng len th toi ch thay au va vai cua chi . Nhng toi van kien nhan ng ch ch, ch co c hoi th toi se ngam nhn toan bo ve ep cua ch cho ro hn . Va toi a ch c phut giay o . Khi ch xoi ca nc cuoi cung len tren mnh va bc ve pha trc e lay cai khan mang tren si day gan c moc vo t hai vach nha, luc o th toi co dp trong ro c ban than cua ch sau lng . Tri i! Dang ngi cua ch thon thon, cai eo nho nhan, mai toc th bua xuong dai ti lng eo that ep qua, di uoi toc la mot b mong trang non ep tuyet vi . Oi b mong cua ch, sao ma vun ay the , mot ng che gia cach chia oi b that khau khch. Toi khong con t chu ban than mnh na, hai ban tay toi bop chat vao cay on ngang theo phan ng t nhien , va hoi hop va kch thch trong long .
Ch voi tay lay cai khan, toi co dp nhn xeo di canh tay cua ch, o toi thay c b ngc ma toi a co dp chiem ngng trong luc ch ngu hom trc. Bay gi no lai len len nam di canh tay cua ch, toi thch qua!
Ch t ton lau mnh nh la thi gian hay con qua nhieu cho ch e lam viec o, ch lau luon mai toc dai tng chut tng chut mot . Khi ch lac l oi tay e vat cho toc mau kho th b ngc ch ung a , b mong cua ch rung rinh, toi lai lim dim oi mat e co ghi lai hnh anh ep o vao trong long roi ron ren tuot xuong ghe, mang ghe tr lai cho cu va leo len ging trc khi ch m ca bc ra . The la em o toi c m tng ti ch, ti oi moi mong ay, oi vai thon gay, ti bo ngc vun vun va ti b mong cang mong run rinh cua ch va ngu thiep i vi giac mong ep cha bao gi toi co c trong i .
Va ke t sau cai em hom o hnh anh cua ch ma trc ay toi co tnh xua uoi trong au cua toi lai ao ao tran ve nh cn nc lu pha tan nhng ao c chng ngai a ngan can toi. Toi chu ong nh ti ch va thch nh ve ch, i au toi cung nh ti ch, toi lam g cung nh ti ch, he ranh la toi ngh ve ch, va khi nam m toi cung m toan la ch . Khong gi phut nao ma toi khong ngh ti ch, ngh ti than ngi anh loa the cua ch ep nh mot bc tng ve n cua cac nha ieu khac.
Bnh thng th toi t giup ch trong cong viec buon ban cua ch th nay toi hang hai hn, toi t khi lo cho sc khoe cua ch th toi lai lo nhieu hn . Toi xung phong lam viec hau nh moi chuyen e cho ch vat va . Ch toi bong nhien thay toi thay oi t mot ngi bnh thng t lam viec thanh mot ngi sieng nang hang hai th lay lam la lam, c khen toi luon mieng, toi cung cam thay rat hai long v a lam cho ch c vui, va ke t ngay o th toi quan quyt ben ch luon . Tnh cam cua toi oi vi ch moi ngay a chng to s khac biet , toi khong con thng ch nh mot ngi em thng mot ngi ch ma toi a thng ch nh mot ngi con trai thng mot ngi con gai, ngi an ong chu chuong ngi an ba, va ngi chong au yem ngi v. Toi a biet ghen moi khi co ngi an ong nao co tnh ve van ch, toi biet gian hay noi nhng cau doi hn moi khi ch vo tnh nat toi hay la mang toi, toi biet buon moi khi ngh ti mai nay cuoc i cua ch se ra sao, khi ch phai i lay chong, toi khong biet co cho phep ch lam ieu o khong, toi t noi vi chnh mnh ng nhien la khong, nhng toi khong biet noi sao cho ch hieu c ly do cua toi khi khong muon ch lay chong. Toi khong the nao noi cho ch biet la toi yeu ch lam, toi khong the nao noi la "Toi, la mot thang em trai cung mau mu vi ch a yeu ch nh tnh yeu oi la, tnh yeu trai gai, tnh yeu chong v, ch co yeu em khong?, ch co biet la em yeu ch con hn chnh ca ban than mnh". Toi khong the nao va khong the nao boc lo tam t cua toi nh the c, chang tha toi om moi tnh tham kn mai trong long uat nghen e roi con c chung vi ch, con c chiem ngng ch vao moi buoi toi trc khi i ngu con hn phai mat ch luon.
Mot thi gian sau, s to mo cua toi a khong cham dt mc o o, toi suy ngh va suy ngh, toi tm cach va tm cach . Cuoi cung toi ngh ra mot cach , hom o sau khi giup ch mang hang ra ch ban, toi quyet nh khong i hoc ngay o va tr ve nha e chuan b moi th . Toi i vong ra sau nha , ni can nha tam . Toi quan sat chung quanh va tm ra mot ni tien li . Ben hong nha tam co mot mieng cao su dung e che nang, che ma, toi dung kem e thao thanh nep mieng cao su ra va lay day thun buoc lai au e gi tam ni o. Sau khi xong xuoi th toi tr ra ch e giup cho ch toi ban hang, ch ngac nhien v thay toi khong i hoc, toi noi vi ch la toi benh va a xin ngh hoc ngay hom o. Ch noi, "thoi toi ve i e ch ay ban c roi" , nhng toi khong chu va nhat nh o giup ch, cuoi cung th ch cung bang long e toi giup va ch trach yeu vi toi thoi. Cung nh toi o vi ch ma phat hien ra anh Lan, ngi lang gieng a thng tham ch t lau . Toi biet anh ta hay ve van ch nhng luc khong co mat toi, con khi co mat toi anh lam ra ve tnh c ghe ngang. Toi khong thch anh ta lam, nhng v ne ch nen toi khong co bieu lo g qua ang e lam mat mat ch .
Toi giup ch ban het ngay hom o va giup ch mang ganh ve nha . Sau khi cm nc xong toi lay bai ra hoc va ngoi ch i "thi c" en. Khi ch lay quan ao va i vao nha tam th toi a co chuan b trc, nguy trang san mot cai goi om lot di men trong giong mot ngi ang nam ngu . Xong xuoi toi m ca trc e i vong ra pha sau, ni can nha tam, toi nghe lao xao tieng thay o cua ch th thay mng tham trong bung, toi ron ren thao giay thun buoc cay nep cao su ra, khong mot tieng ong nao . Toi ven mieng cao su qua mot ben e he cai au nhn vao . V ni ay that la toi nen ch toi khong the nao nhn thay c, nhng ngc lai toi thay ro ch mon mot t au ti chan . O ka, ch ch con lai chiec x lp nho nhan, ch ang quay lng ve pha toi khong mai may co mot s ng vc nao cho s hien dien cua toi.
Tri i ch ep qua, ep t tren xuong di, toi khong the nao kem c con ln long t t tnh day, mau trong ngi toi chay ran ran xuyen qua nhng ai mach va tieu mach lan khap than the, tim toi ap manh nhng tieng "thnh thnh" nh muon nhay ra khoi long ngc, hai tay toi run run nh mot ten an trom ang sap sa lay mot mon o quy gia va s b ngi chu bat c qua tang, mat toi cang to va to hn e chiem ngng ky cang tng ly tng ty khong thieu xot nhng ng net phieu dieu gi cam ma lan au tien thay c toan bo.
Ch bat au tuot chiec x lp t mong xuong ui, roi ch khep h oi chan lai lac lac oi mong cho chiec x lp om theo chan t ong rt xuong san, ch bc chan sang mot ben va cui xuong lm lay no roi thay no vao cung ong o d ch va mi ci luc nay . Gi ay ch hoan toan khong mot manh vai nao tren mnh .Toi c dp lan au tien thay ro tng ng net cong cong tuyet ep tren ngi cua ch di anh en vang 60 Watts. Toi thay da tht cua ch trn tru mn mang, o la do bao nam thang ch co tam gn gi . Cung chnh nh lan da sang mn hiem thay nh ch xom nay nen ai nay cung biet ch, nhng co gai mi ln ai nay cung mong co c lan da nh ch . Nhieu ngi do hoi v sao, ch ch ci roi noi gon lon mot cau, "Th t ra nang mot chut, i au cung oi non trum khan...". Qua thiet the, chang nhng ch co lan da ep ma chan cua ch cung ep, no va thon va dai , o la phc phan cua ch do di truyen t gia nh ben noi nen dang cua ch ep vo cung, cao thon gon ge . Toi thiet ngh rang neu ch sinh ra trong mot gia nh giau co th ch co the tham gia thi hoa hau roi .
Khi ch nghieng ngi qua e bi mai toc len th toi co dp nhn thay toan bo cai bau ngc can tron hi tre xuong v sc nang cua no . Hai au vu cua ch vong ngc len tren nh la trai xoai va mi chn au mua, ln het c , cai num cua ch nho xu trong that ang yeu lam sao . Hong i la hong! Nho i la nho !
Khi ch cuoi xuong muc nc . . . tri i toi co dp chiem ngng cai goi la tang pham cua tri cho , no mi ep lam sao, nhen nhum mot am long en tuyen moc lun phun vong quanh cai khe che gia hai mieng tht nho nho vun len kep va kht gia hai ui . Ch muc nc , ng len roi trut t au xuong, roi ch cui xuong muc tiep, ong tac eu eu len xuong lam cho toi cang phan chan trong long bi toi thay ro t pha sau, di cap mong cua ch, gia hai ui cua ch la mot toa thien nhien thap thoang luc an luc hien, luc len luc xuong, luc ong luc m, luc khep luc n .
Khi ch ng day th no khep lai , khi ch cuoi xuong th no xoe ra nh canh hoa va chm n phi bay ro net trai phai hai ben . Va toi co dp tng tan nhng si long bong tuyen t ru xuong cuoi mep , xuoi theo dong chay cua nc ong lai vai giot, nho ron ren xuong at nh chiec la buoi sm mai ong lai giot sng ay nh la.
Khi ch ngng xoi ngc e quay qua ky co th toi khong con tin vao mat mnh na, lan au tien toi mat oi mat vi ve ep cua ch , mot toa thien nhien o so, mot ve ep tht tha phat ph trc cn gio nh mot ve n ng hien ngang, nhng ni can ln th ch co ln , nhng ni nao can nho th ch co nho . Oi, chiec la a cua ch that nho nhan, that xinh xan neu nhn t pha trc, no nh mot oa hoa hng dng ma nhng canh la li ti xep ngay ngan moc xuoi theo ng nc ru xuong, chay doc theo cai khe h h mot mieng tht nho be mau hong nam gia hai mieng tht to hn trang non .
Hai tay ch bat au ky co t co, xuong ti ngc, ch xoa chung quanh hai au num vu, ch ky hai ben sn, ch at hai ban tay gia hai ui vuot len vuot xuong. Nhe nhe . Nhng ong tac ky co cua ch lam cho toi , la mot thang con trai mi ln, that rao rc trong long, toi thay than ngi mnh nong rang, mau bm cang cng ca mnh may nh muon no tung ra tc khac .
Khi ch cui xuong lay xa bong va bat au thoa len ngi . ong tac that nhuan nhuyen trn tru nh chnh tnh chat cua cuc xa bong vay. Khi ch co sat no vao gia hai ui cua ch , toi bong c g toi la cuc xa bong o , co the c hon ht nhng cho kn ao gi cam kia . Toi muon toi c bay nhay khap mnh cua ch, t tren xuong ti di, t nhng khu oi cao ti nhng khe ranh nho xu sau hut vao ben trong.
Bot xa bong phu ngi cua ch , toan than trang xoa, chung quanh hai au vu, va gia hai ui ch phap phong nhng cai bong bong trang nho an hien hoa lan nhng si len ten bong bay . Khi ch gi mot chan len bac them c xay sat ben lu nc e xoa xa bong vao gia hai ui th toi co dp nhn thay toan dien nhng g ma toi hang ao c . Luc o ch cho ban tay vet t di vet ngc len, bot cung theo tay ch i het, ch con lai tat ca la ni o, mot ranh gii han hoi chia gia ong tay, mot mieng tht nho hong hong nam kn gia ni o .
Ch a tay vao gia va ky co ni o that la ky bi ch la ngi rat ky lng, rat ve sinh, toi biet . Toi thay ro ngon tay gia cua ch xoa eu ni o, ch e sau hn va sau hn na va ieu o a lam cho toi giat ban ca ngi, mo hoi rn ra hai ben nach . Hai chan cua toi run ray nhng con ngi cua toi van tiep tuc m to e doi theo moi ong tac cua ch . Mot tay ch keo hai mieng mac nho nho ra hai ben, mot tay ch cam ca nc xoi vao ni o, ni ma ch va mi xoa xa bong va ky co . Nc troi han nhng g vng mac ang che ay s to mo cua toi , e cho toi trong ro cai hong hong chung quanh mot cai lo be be . Ch tiep tuc xoi them nam bay ca nc vao ni o cho en khi hoan toan sach se th ch bo chan xuong va bat au ti nc len mnh e xa het xa bong tren ngi . Xong xuoi, th ch lau mnh .
Toi i cho ch mat xong quan lot vao th ron ren khep mieng cao su lai va i vong ra pha trc . Toi tr lai ging va ap men tr lai trc khi ch tr vao . Khi toi nghe hi th cua ch bat au eu th toi nh lai het nhng g toi thay luc nay em ra het on lai t au ti cuoi . Toi bong thay mnh lai phan chan vo cung trc hnh anh loa the cua ch trong tr oc, toi lan lt phi bay tng bo phan tren ngi cua ch ra trc s tng tng cua toi. Khong che ay th nao het . Khi o toi om chiec goi om va xiet manh va xiet manh hn na, moi luc mot chat hn va nhp nhang hn nhng co gang khong gay ra tieng ong v s anh thc ch toi day . Toi run mnh thay sung sng vo tan nh ang om chnh ch mnh trong vong tay, toi thay gia hai ui mnh nong va am t, toi th phao nhenhom va nam yen om goi ngu thiep i cho ti sang .
Sau o th em nao toi cung len lut nhn ch tam va tr vao ging lien tng ti ch . Cang ngay th toi biet toi a lun sau vao ieu nay ma toi biet toi a l leo len lng cop roi th kho ma tr xuong. Toi lai cang thng ch hn bao gi het . Thnh thoang toi co y ngh c gan gui vi ch e cam giac the nao la tnh yeu am me cua toi gianh cho ch, nhng toi co gang xua uoi no i v biet rang ieu o khong the nao xay ra. Toi bat au hut thuoc va uong ru. Thuoc va ru co the lam cho toi quen i hien tai, quen i cai cam giac la ky a co trong mnh cua toi. i khong x ep vi toi , khong x ep vi ch, v no a cho toi mot hoan canh trai ngang nh the nay thiet khong cong bang cho toi may.
Toi hut thuoc va uong ru e nghien ngam cai s i en nh mom cho a gianh cho hai ch em chung toi , a a toi vao the ket la yeu thng chnh ngi ch ruot cua mnh. Toi trach toi, trach nhieu lam, nhng toi o loi cho ong tri a an bai nh the. Toi biet con ngi khong phai la co cay, con ngi co tnh cam ma tai sao toi lai co tnh cam vi chnh ngi ch cua mnh th that la mot ieu kho hieu, kho giai thch. Tuy toi khong the yeu c ch cua mnh nhng toi a the la khong thng bat c ngi con gai nao khac . oi vi toi th khong co ai co the so sanh c vi ch, ch hien nhat, ch ep nhat, ch la thien than, ch la tat ca ...
Mat khac toi c g toi c om ch trong long c thm len tran cua ch, len moi cua ch, len bo ngc trang ngan cua ch, c vuot b mong vun uc can tron. c cam giac nhng g tham kn cua ch va chia se nhng g ma toi co c vi ch. Toi mong c c tam chung vi ch, c ngu chung vi ch, c ch vuot ve mn trn di long ban va c lam chong cua ch, khi o th toi va ch se song mot cuoc i hanh phuc ch ben nhau.
Thi gian troi qua mau khi hoa cuc trong vn bat au chm n , ch toi a ln hn mot tuoi va ep hn trc na, ep nh lan hoa cuc va bnh d va n gian. Tnh yeu cua toi oi vi ch cang chn mui hn . Nhng toi a quyet e s chn mui o thoi ra dan theo nam thang, e ch toi khong bao gi that vong khi tm ra s that phu phang, s that la ngi em trai cua mnh a thng mnh, a au kho v mnh, va co the suot i nay cua no se khong bao gi co c tnh yeu nao khac.
Toi hay v ch nh mot loai hoa cuc ang yeu o, tuy cuc co mau bnh d nhng cuc rat ep, ep nh chnh ngi ch gian d cua toi o . Cuc n xinh that xinh , ap u trong long toi bao ngay thang. Tuy c ao c gan gui ch nhng toi biet rang ieu o ch la mot giac m thoi. Chnh v the toi co tnh quen vi Lan nha ke ben. Lan la mot co gai khong xau cung khong ep . Lan ln len cung thi vi toi, Lan khong co g ac sac ch ngoai than hnh n nang ch biet lam lun suot ngay, nhng tam hon Lan chan cha mot cn la duc cao ngat tri, chnh v the toi khong kho khan g e chinh phuc c Lan.
The la toi quen Lan, nhng ung hn la toi li dung Lan. Qua Lan toi co the cam giac c da tht cua ngi con gai, qua Lan toi co the lien tng ti ch toi, cung la mot ngi con gai . Toi om Lan trong long nh om chnh ch cua mnh, toi hon len tran cua Lan nh hon len tran cua ch, hon len moi cua Lan nh hon len oi moi cua ch ma tham tng tng ti s ngot du cua no, toi hon len cap ngc o so cua Lan e thay the nao cam giac thc s khi toi co the c gan ch. Chang nhng the toi bat Lan goi au bang bo ket e co mai toc ep nh ch va co mui thm bui ket tng t nh ch . Toi bat Lan mac o giong nh cua ch, toi ke ca bat Lan mac quan lot cung mau vi cua ch , khi o toi co the lien tng nhng g trong vong tay cua toi la ch . La that s ch ! Ch khong phai la Lan.
Vay o... Lan ch la cong cu cua toi , e cho toi li dung khi tnh yeu cua mnh nam trong the tuyet vong. Lan khong biet ieu o au, oi vi Lan th thiet la khong cong bang cho lam, toi biet toi la ngi ch ky , nhng toi khong con cach nao hn la ch bu ap cho Lan bang nhng th khac ma toi co c: Toi se cham soc Lan hn, toi se an can vi Lan hn, nhng nhng ieu nay khong phat xuat t con tim ma phat xuat t s mac cam toi loi oi vi Lan.
Toi a biet ghen khi co ngi an ong en tan tnh ch, nhng toi cang tc hn khi ch a co cam tnh vi ngi o, anh Lan tuy khong phai la hang giau co ep trai g, nhng ban tanh cua ch rat la an phan, ch khong bao gi co y treo cao, khong bao gi co y lay mot ngi chong giau hay ep trai nao o, nen ch a chon anh Lan . Toi biet rang tanh net o cua ch se lam cho toi se phai mat ch trong nay mai . Anh Lan la ngi rat tot, lang gieng ai cung thng, va nhat la oi vi ch anh rat chu ao, an can. Anh Lan thng ch that long va ch cung vay . Toi a chng nhan ieu o cho ch khi tnh c bat gap ch cung anh Lan chan goi .
Toi bong thay gian ch vo cung, gian cho tnh yeu cua ch va anh Lan sao ma suong se tot ep . Gian ch v sau nay ch se co mot i song hanh phuc, con toi th phai om moi tnh cam nn chon vui no di ay long.
Ke t hom biet ch co y trung nhan, toi khong con giup ch mang hang ra ch moi buoi sang na, toi khong con to ra sot sang vi ch moi mat na, toi bong thay han ch a oi x vi toi nh the . Toi gian ch nhieu en noi a quyet nh trao trinh tiet cua mnh cho Lan mac du trc o toi co the la ch gianh cho ch khi nao ch can en . ung vay, toi a trao no cho Lan trong mot lan kham pha ra ch a quyet nh lay anh Lan . Toi khoc nhieu lam, toi bo i suot ca buoi ngay hom o . Khi toi tr ve toi khong an, ch toi lo lang, toi to ra bat can, ch toi lay lam kho hieu, nhng toi khong giai thch . Toi lai bo i mac cho ch keu reo . Toi uong ru nhieu, toi co tnh kiem Lan va ru Lan ra ngoai ong, toi vi Lan gan nh suot em o. Roi chuyen nay ti chuyen kia, toi a trut het o cua Lan ra mac cho Lan t choi noi la, "Lan s qua, Lan cha muon co bau". Toi nh khong nghe nhng ieu Lan noi, toi om Lan trong long khac vi nhng lan trc , toi gh chat Lan trong vong tay ran chac nh s Lan bat than vung day th toi se mat Lan nh la mat ch, toi bong thay han ch roi han Lan v Lan chnh la ngi the than cho ch. Toi khong con nang niu Lan nh nhng lan trc na, toi mac ke Lan co bo toi sau nay, toi hon len ngc cua Lan co phan manh bao va nhat la xe rach chiec quan lot cua Lan ra mac tnh cho Lan keu la hoang s gia ong vang . Toi dang hai chan Lan ra va nam ap chat len ngi Lan. Lan chong choi d doi nhng Lan khong u sc lam the, toi e Lan sat xuong am lat kho, giat phang i hang cut ao trc ngc, toi vui au mnh vao o e nem nhng g toi them khat ch bay lau. Lan nh yeu dan va yeu dan cho ti khi khong con mot chut chong c nao, Lan ngoan ngoan e cho toi t trut bo het ao quan ma nang van nam im ... ch i . Toi at gia hai ui Lan s am ap lan tran, Lan cong chan hng het nhng e me chat ngat . Toi bat than am Lan that manh, Lan cao nat lng toi nhng ng st mau .
The la toi hanh lac vi Lan mot cach voi va nh la mot s tra thu nao o oi vi ch toi. Toi muon vt bo trinh tiet cua toi lap tc cho mot ngi toi hoan toan khong yeu, la Lan o ! Sau khi a trut het cn gian xuong mnh Lan, toi mac voi ao quan va bo Lan lai gia canh ong vang mac cho nang reo goi toi .
Sau o toi tiep tuc hanh lac vi Lan, moi luc mot nhieu hn, va Lan cung co phan am me trong chuyen xac tht . Lan rat thoa man vi kha nang lam tnh cua toi, toi cung rat thoa man xac tht vi Lan nhng hoan toan khong thoa man ve tinh than . Tnh yeu cua toi oi ch luc nao cung con o nhng se mai mai chm sau trong ay tam hon cua toi .
Mot nam sau ch va ngi lang gieng o don ra rieng khi hay tin ch co mang. Toi buon lam v t nay khong con c gan ch na . Nhng dau sao toi van an ui c v ch c hanh phuc vi gia nh mi .
Lan bo toi sau o v phat hien ra toi co g khong on . ung vay, toi "khong on" oi vi Lan, bi v toi ch muon li dung than xac cua Lan ma thoi . Sau o toi tho lo s tnh cho Lan hieu va e ngh chia tay vi Lan. Lan khoc xt mt va noi la se han toi suot i, Lan the la se giet chet toi neu nang co the lam c chuyen o . Toi chap nhan s thu han cua Lan va that sung sng neu Lan co the giet toi chet c, e toi se mai mai khong con au kho vi chnh mnh na .
Toi song bnh yen trong can nha op ep o, nhng ky niem cua ch van con o , hnh anh cua ch van con o van lo cho toi tng mieng cm manh ao, lo cho toi an hoc thanh tai .
Na nam sau c tin Lan co chong, toi nh trut i mot na ganh nang toi loi tren vai . Va na nam sau o na, khi c tin ch cua toi sanh c a con trai au long, ca mo khong c suong se ch gi lai c a con. Ch a ra i nh bong hoa gao a rung xuong, e con lai toi tren coi i nay co n lang le khoc loc trc nam mo cua ch.
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Ca Mau Yeu Dau
Chuyen nay a xay ra lau lam roi ,ngay t mua he nam toi va hoc xong lp 12 . Nam o toi c 18 tuoi, la tuoi mi ln cua mong m va to mo. Toi c menh danh la hoa khoi cua khoi lp 12, chang biet t khi nao, nhng dan dan toi cung quen i va c cho o la ieu hien nhien. Ngay xa trng roi cung en , a hoc sinh nao cung vui buon lan lon. Rieng toi chang biet nen vui hay buon, buon v ngay he phai xa ban hay vui v ngay hom nay nhan c 7 la th tnh.
Tren ng ve nha , toi lap ke hoach cho 3 thang he va cung e anh trong lang may "cai uoi" ang kien nhan ln l sau lng. Ve en nha, toi dat xe vao, nhn ra van thay "cai uoi" ang gia bo uong nc sam.
- My a! vao an cm con - tieng ma goi
- Da!!!!!
Toi ngac nhien v hom nay ba an cm nha. Bnh thng ba ch ve nha vao buoi chieu trc gi cm toi. Cha kp tha, th ba a noi:
- An cm nhanh len ba vi con i tham ong Chn Ca Mau.
- i may ngay vay ba?
- Ba cung cha biet ro, co the 2 hay 3 tuan g o!
Toi chan nan ngoi an cm. Ba toi noi i th khong ai dam cai, co le nh vay ong luon ng chc lanh ao. Vay la ba tuan ngh he i t, khong biet mnh se lam g o? Bay gi nh lai toi chang biet nen hoi han v chuyen i o hay la khong. Nhng Ca Mau qua ung la ni a thay oi ca cuoc i toi.
Xe ch gan na tieng ong ho, toi mi chuan b xong. Ten lai xe quay xuong nheo mat nhn toi mot cai trc khi cho xe chay. Toi rat ghet han v sao toi cung khong biet na. Co le v han hay nhn toi vi mot anh mat rat la. Han ten Tai va ten em la "xe". Toi hay goi han la anh " Tai .........xe".
Xe dng lai mot em tai th xa Bnh Minh. Toi hom o la mot em buon nhat i toi. Nam trong phong nhn len tran nha , tai toi nghe vang vang tieng de keu hoa lan vi giong cua Vu Linh cao hng trong mot bai ca giong co. ang buon thoi ruot, th co tieng ai go ca phong. Toi chan nan tra li Ai o ? Ca khong ong!" . Canh ca m ra, th ke ang ng o a lam toi chan hn, tai sao khong phai ai khac ma la ten Tai ang ghet nay ch? Toi ngoi bat day, hat toc len pha trc e che bt i bo ngc khong mac ao lot, di lp ao s-mi mong. oi mat han nhn toi nh muon thieu ot :
- Chi bai khong co nng ?
Toi ghet nhat ai goi mnh bang " co nng". Thoi mac ke, co han noi chuyen con hn la khong.
- Chi th chi - toi t cam thay mnh lao hn bao gi het.
Han ong ca lai va leo len ging toi ngoi xep bang , t nhien nh phong han vay. Toi va han chi c ba van bai th toi thang ca ba. Han chi d cha tng thay, vay ma cung dam vac mat ru chi bai. Toi noi khong muon chi na , nhng han van ngoi o. Toi khong dam uoi v dau sao han cung la tai xe cho ba toi hn bon nam nay. Han ngoi o nhn toi am am, toi bng bnh nhn lai thang vao mat han. oi mat han kha ep - ieu nay trc ay toi cha bao gi biet. Bong nhien tay toi cam thay mot cai am la lung , han nam tay toi va goi ca ten toi . Toi bat ng git tay ra, v lay het sc mnh nen toi bi nga nga ngi rt xuong san nha lanh buot. Khong kp keu la tieng nao th oi moi toi a b kem ham bi cai li tham lam cua han. au toi lang lang v cai nga au ieng . Luc toi tnh ngi lai th han ang tham lam hon khap khuon mat cua toi. Tay han lan mo trong ao toi, ci ao toi mot cach tai tnh , ma toi t hoi cha chac co the lam nhanh nh vay. Han hon len bau vu tron , trang tinh cua toi, cha lan nao co ke ot nhap. au vu toi sang cng, mot cam giac nhot nhat dang len that kho ta. Toi muon ap han ra nhng ca c the nh khong con sc. Han tng la toi chap nhan, han ra li cham lai va nh ci quan toi ra. Nhng cha thc hien c y nh, th toi a co u tinh than e cho han mot cai tat that au. Toi bat day cai ao lai i thang ra m ca , quay lai nhn han ang con ng ngac, toi gam len:
- Anh ra ngay- toi gian rung ca ngi .
Han keo lai ao, roi cui gam mat i ra, nh mot ke an trom b bat qua tang. Ti gan toi han m mieng nh noi g lai thoi. Chac han nh noi toi ng noi chuyen nay vi ba.
ong ca lai toi nam dai ra ging tam tc khoc. Toi khong phai la mot a con gai suot i gi kh kh cai trinh tiet cho ti luc lay chong. oi khi toi cung thay mnh to mo chuyen an ai, nhng ngi au tien trong i phai la ngi toi yeu . ang nay ke ung ti toi lan au lai la han, ke toi ghet ang ghet cay. Cang ngh cang gian han va gian ca mnh, van khong hieu tai sao luc o mnh khong the ay han ra . Toi vung ngi day i vao phong tam , ci het o ra, lao vao voi sen xa nc that manh nh e troi het toi loi. C the toi du bt di dong nc mat. Toi tat nc, lau kho ngi, ng trc gng nhn thay mnh that la. Trc ay toi van hay ngam mnh trong gng ma t hao, oi khi tham ngh c the nay ma ch mot ngi hng th tiec biet may. Sao hom nay nhn mnh trong gng thay bo ngc mnh nh cao hn, hai num vu th o hong nhong len kieu ngao. Tay toi lau xuong phan mnh di thay con ong lai mot t chat nhn , toi t xau ho vi ban than v toi biet co le mnh thch cai cam giac nhot nhat o.
Sang hom sau, len xe tiep tuc xuong Ca Mau, han nhn toi vi anh mat co loi nh van nai . Toi phan l i , co le v toi rat s ba noi gian va hn na cn gian cua toi i qua rat nhanh. ng xuong Ca Mau that kho i , toi thay met moi trong ngi nen da vao vai ba ngu luc nao khong biet. Lat sau, toi nghe giong ba ang noi chuyen vi ai o, tnh day th thay co mot ngi cao tuoi ang ngoi bang ghe trc, quay au lai noi chuyen vi ba toi. Thay toi tnh giac ngi o mm ci that kho hieu:
- Chau thc roi a! Chac i ng xa khong quen ch g ?
Toi cha tra li ,th ba a noi:
- ay la chu An ,cong an khu vc , ba phai nh chu ay ch nha ong Chn dum!
Toi khong biet noi g, v lai bat gap anh mat ten Tai ang nhn toi lom lom qua knh chieu hau. Toi mm moi , quay nhn ra ca thay thanh pho Ca Mau that la ngheo nan, am nho " i " chay theo xe.
Chang bao lau con ng a chung toi en mot ben o, mot con song khong nho khong ln, chay dai hai ben la hang da nc xanh mt. Chung toi xuong mot cai thuyen nho, ma dan a phng goi la "gio lai". Chiec thuyen a chung toi i nh la xa lam , gan mot tieng ong ho tren song. Cuoi cung chu An cung ch cho cho thuyen dng lai. o la mot ben o nhng that ra giong mot chiec cau gay hn, no dung e cap thuyen vao. Ba toi hang hai bc xuong trc, khong i toi ong a i thang vao can nha ngoi gan o. Ten tai xe a tay ra cho toi nam , toi nhn han khong them a tay a t mnh bc len. Nhng khi mot chan toi a bc len cau th chan kia bat cht tuot khoi thanh thuyen trn trt. Toi ch kp la "ai" th a nga xuong song. Mieng toi uong phai mot ngum nc phen, chua chua man man. Trong giay phut hoang hot th toi cam thay mot canh tay khoe manh choang om ngang ngc toi, xiet chat en ngop th, roi t t a toi vao gan b. Toi nham mat lai khong biet g na , ch cam thay mnh c nang len , roi co ban tay nong hoi s nan that manh t bung len ngc. Toi bat day ma ra toan la nc.
Chuyen sau o toi khong nh ro, ch biet khi mnh tnh day th ang nam tren ging, tren mnh ang mac bo o ba ba rong thung thnh. Sau khi toi hoi c biet bo o nay la cua ba Chn. Ba that la map nen toi phai that giay lng het c mi khong tuot. Ong ba Chn nguyen la cha me nuoi cua ba toi ,v ong ba noi toi mat sm trong chien tranh. Ong ba nuoi ba toi ln len cho i hoc nen ba toi coi ho nh ba me ruot cua mnh vay.
Hai ngay troi qua cham chap, toi khong biet lam g ngoai i theo may a nho hang xom, xem tui no bat cua , cau ca. Ba toi a a ong Chn len Ca Mau kham benh, ten Tai phai theo e lai xe cho ba toi. Con chu An th biet tam t hom o, mac du chu a ha se tr lai dan toi i ban chim. Hai ngay troi qua cung u e toi thay bao ieu la. at Ca Mau nh la mot the gii khac, con ngi ay song that gan thien nhien. Ho ra chen , giat o bang nc song, tam cung bang nc song. Con gai ay tam mi la, luc th ci tran , luc th mac ao nhng rat t khi mac ao lot. Con trai th cung chang kem, ch co quan sot khong bao gi co quan lot. Toi th lai khac muon tam phai i toi khuya , ra sau nha tam bang nc ma, nhng ngai ghe lam v toi s ma. Ma that th khong thay au ch co ma ngi.
Mot hom toi ang tam , nghe sot soat bui ram sau lng toi quay lai, th bat gap ba thang nhoc (that ra chung co le c tuoi toi) ang rnh. Toi hoang qua chay nhanh vao nha, luc hoang hon lai th mi thay tc.
Ngay th ba tai Ca Mau cung la ngaynh menh cua cuoc i toi. Chu An xuong chi nh li ha chu mang theo khau sung ban chim. Hai chu chau i c mot oan kha xa ti mot canh ong trong. Chu ch toi xem an co ang an lua, giai thch:
- Sung mnh co ch ban an ch , rat kho ban chet c no ngay, co le i chim nho hn mnh hay ban.
- Nh chau thch ban co thoi. De ban hn ma chu.
- c vay e chu ch chau ban.
Chu An ng sau lng toi ,vong tay qua vai toi giup toi nang sung len. Hi th cua chu am ap pha vao vung da gay cua toi. V voc dang cua chu hi thap, nen ng xap x cao hn toi mot chut. Ngi chu that cng ran, toi cam thay nh c che ch. Chu noi tham vao ben tai toi: "Ban i , My!". Tay toi rung len, khong can nham, toi lay co, khau sung git manh. an co nh khong hay biet g van tiep tuc ta lua. Chu An vong hai canh tay xuong om eo toi . Toi than thot : "Chu....". Toi buong khau sung xuong at , va nh vung ra khoi vong tay, nhng bat cht chu siet tay manh va sau gay toi co cam giac nhot nhat de chu. Toi a oan c chu ang lam g nhng cam giac nay that mi la nen ngi toi ng im khong chong c, mat nham lai tan hng. oi moi cua chu tiep tuc ra tren gay toi, trong khi hai tay chu cham rai m cuc ao toi ra. Hai ban tay chu lan mo vao trong ngc ao cua toi, roi bat cht bam khoa m trc that nhanh. Bo ngc a cang qua sc cua toi c tha t do, bung ra mot cach kieu hanh. Hai ban tay cua chu that tho va ay vet chai san , chung cha sat len bau vu toi mot cach tham lam.Ca ngi toi run len lay bay, da het vao ngi chu. Chu toi nga xuong at that nhe nhang, b at luc o sau cn ma van con am ut nhng toi thay trong ngi nh thieu ot . Toi om siet au chu vao ngc mnh, chu hon ngc toi mot cach rat thong tha, khong nh ten Tai tham lam ang ghet kia. Mat toi van nham nghien, rang toi rt len moi khi chu anh au li nh ua gin tren au vu cua toi. Trong tham tam toi van biet mnh ang e cho chu i qua lo. Nhng na kia cua toi th ung ho mot cach nhiet tnh. Chu lan mo xuong lng quan cua toi, keo xuong, nhe nhang nang hong toi len e tuot han qua chan . Ben trong toi hay mac quan lot that mong may bang ren v no khong om qua cung khong qua long. Chu An tron mat nhn chiec quan lot mong va nho be qua khong che c nhng g no nen che. Di oi mat cua chu An, am long mn mn cua toi na an na hien nh kieu khch long kien nhan cua chu. Mat chu o ngau long len song soc , tay chu manh bao xe nat manh vai cuoi cung tren ngi toi. Toi s hai khi thay hanh ong o, toi cht tnh ngo va bat au vung vay d doi. Nhng mot khi con thu a oi th lam sao tha cho con moi ngon trc mat. Chu An nh ien dai, e chat toi xuong, mieng th can chat au vu cua toi, mac toi khoc thet len trong cn s hai. Toi muon la that to cho chu tnh lai nhng co hong nh tat nghen. Hai tay toi b be vong ra sau lng, hai chan b chu e giang rong. Quan chu com len cng ngac, cha vao cho kn cua toi, lam toi cht nay ngi len vi mot cam giac rat lan e me. Ngi toi khong con sc e chong c na, toi e mac chu day vo, khong ngh ti nhng g co the xay ra. Toi con nh cai cam giac o cho ti bay gi; toi thay mot hi nong chen vao am ho roi i nhanh vao trong; rat nh rach da, toi bau chat chu muon thet len. Mot cn khoai lac khac dang len, hoa tan tieng thet trong co hong. Chu nac nhanh hn mot chut th toi a gia tng may, toi khong con biet g na cho du lat na co chet i toi van muon c i het oan ng. Mot dong hi nong vot thang vao trong toi ,chu guc xuong ,con toi th lm i trong khoai lac au i.
Sau lan o toi khong gian chu, nhng ch th than mot mnh tiec nuoi; cho i con gai cua mnh hay cho cai khoai lac o toi cung khong ro. Ngay hom sau chu co ti tham toi va cho biet ba toi a ong Chn tr ve Sai Gon tr benh, nhan toi c lai vi ba may ngay he. Sau o chu An khong ti nha tham toi na. Long toi luc bay gi roi bi khong biet mnh se ra sao? Nhng lieu trong luc nay toi co the gap mat ba me ma van gi kn c moi chuyen.
Mot tuan sau toi nh chu kinh khung, toi them c gan chu ma khong biet phai lam sao. Toi cung cam thay ci m hn vi tui thang en ,con Be ke nha. Toi bat au tham gia tam song vi tui no, ba Chn phai canh chng v s toi khong biet bi. Nhng sau o ba khong lo na v thay tui xom khong luc nao ri toi. Toi manh dang hn tham ch tam song khong mac ao lot. Toi chu y thay bon cu en hay nhn toi am am, toi lay lam thch thu. Toi biet mnh hn bon con Be v toi co nc da trang va than hnh boc la cua mot ngi an ba.Nhan thc c ieu o, am con gai dan dan xa lanh toi.
Toi th khong he g v luc nao cung co ke lam anh hung e hong c ke can. Toi co cam giac mnh nh mot n chua. a la mot n chua th phai tra cong cho ba quan van vo, nhng nhng quan than t nguyen cua toi khong thch bong loc g ca; ngoai chuyen ngoan ngoan phuc tung toi. Bon no lam u th chuyen t tap cho toi bi, hai me , man... bat c chuyen g, neu co c hoi ung cham vao c the toi la khoi a tnh nguyen. Trong tham tam toi biet bon no khong ngoai muc ch li dung , nhng toi cung thay thch thu nen e mac; du sao i na toi ngh cha co a nao trong bon chung biet mui an ba.
Mot hom bon toi cung nhau i coi thang en bieu dien bat ran . ng i lay loi va xa toi nhong nheo khong muon i na, bon no phai thay phien cong toi i . Suot ngay hom o khong thau c ket qua nao. Tren ng ve toi that s bc rt trong long v hai au vu cua toi cha sat len lng tui no suot doc ng, bay gi a cng ngac. Khi i ngang qua mot canh ong trong, tri bat cht o ma that to, bon toi chay thuc mang vao mot can leu trong . Va ut va lanh, bon con trai nhom c ong la nho xu ch u h nong tay. Toi lanh run, hai tay cha sat vao nhau, ao toi dnh sat vao tht da , thay ro nh in. Toi cht co mot y nh tao bao e th khieu khch bon chung. Toi cht ci ao ra nh mot a hong kho dung. Lan da trang cua toi phi bay ra di nhng con mat hau hau cua bon chung. Toi va thch thu va hoi hop, khong biet chuyen g se xay ra. Thang en ngoi ke toi, cung la a ln nhat trong am (ln hn toi hai tuoi), khong kien nhan c na ,no vong tay qua man me vu toi. Tay no am ap lam toi de chu, lim dim mat. Bon a con lai khong ai bao ai ,t ong ngoi quanh toi vuot ve. N chua nam dai ra nh ngu, e mac mi ban tay xoa bop khap than the - ay co the goi la mot bong loc ln tra cho ba quan. Khap ngi toi co mot cam giac kho ta, chay ran ran t au en chan, no lam am ho toi r ut t khi nao. Khong kh im lang trong leu nhng lai cho tieng nuot nc bot va tieng ren khe khe cua toi. Cac em hoc sinh eu tap trung cao o e lam mot th nghiem mi. Chung thay phien nhau bu vu toi say me nh mut chung mot cay kem lan lt khong danh dt. Toi bat cht cam thay gio lanh phan than di, mi v le bon no a tuot quan toi ra , chung khong ngay th nh toi ngh. Giay phut nay ay tren ngi khong manh vai che than, nam gia mot am quy tran truong vay quanh, toi cam thay hoi hop va kch thch tot o. Tng a mot leo len mnh toi , tng cai liem, nu hon , toi nh ien cuong thoa man nh trong mot giac m. Chung toi quan lay nhau cho ti luc met la suot buoi chieu hom o. em o toi ngu that ngon , trong giac m nhng hnh anh c lap i lap lai ,toi con thay ca chu An trong am tui toi, chu la ngi hng dan, toi th giong mot vat th nghiem. Nhng ngay sau o toi chm am trong be ai an vi tui thang en, nhng that s toi van thay thieu mot cai g o khong c toan dien.
Khong bao lau sau o toi cam thay lac long va chan nan v xung quanh luc nao cung bao quanh bi tui con nt. Tuy tui no hau het eu ln tuoi hn toi nhng au oc khong c trng thanh bao nhieu, ch quanh i quan lai may tro tre con. Thi gian nay toi co rat nhieu cam xuc trong long khong biet tam s cung ai. Toi khong i chung chi vi tui thang en na, ma danh nhng giay phut con lai cho suy ngh ve ban than.
Toi thay trong mnh luon luon xuat hien hai suy ngh trai ngc, mot th thuc ay toi lam nhng chuyen truy lac, con cai kia khuyen toi nen dng lai nhng chuyen ay. Suy ngh sa oa luon manh hn, lam c the toi oi hoi mot cach khong kiem soat c, nhng sau khi thoa man toi lai thay hoi han va co loi vi ba me. Toi khong dam ngh la mnh sinh ra co mot dong mau dam ang nh vay.
Khong giai ap c nhng thac mac cua ban than, toi chan nan muon ve Sai Gon mac du biet la mnh cha chac a dam oi dien vi ba me trong khi long roi nh t vo. Toi xin phep ba Chn, ba rat lo nen goi ien cho ngi quen Ca Mau nh a toi len Sai Gon. Toi khong tam biet am ban nho v khong biet noi g vi chung. Chiec thuyen nho khong bao lau a cap ben o, toi cam thay lac long ngay lap tc, khong hieu tai sao mnh khong i ba xuong on ve.
ang ng ngac nhn qua nhn lai, gia pho ch ong uc cha biet i ng nao, bat cht phat hien cai vali nho be toi ang e di at b lay mat luc nao khong hay. Toi o mat v tc, ngen ngao muon oa khoc len that ln. Bong cam thay ai chop vao vai mnh, toi quay lai th thay chu An ng o ti ci. Toi nh gap c v cu tinh, nhao vao om chu, va mng va tui, toi khoc ngon lanh trong vong tay vng chac cua chu An. Chu vo ve va dan toi lai chiec xe may cua chu. Toi cung khong biet se i au vi chu, nhng van leo len xe mot cach ngoan ngoan. Tren ng i chu giai thch cho toi biet la chu va nhan c ien thoai cua ba; nh chu trong toi dum , hai ngay na ba se on toi ve.
Can nha tap the cua chu that nho be, nhng rat ngan nap. ch mot phong khach va mot phong ngu. Tai san cua chu ch co chiec ging , bo ghe go va mot cai tu quan ao . Chu chau toi noi chuyen u th suot buoi tra, nhng chu khong he e cap ti chuyen luc trc. Ve phan toi; ngoi oi dien vi ngi an ong au i cua mnh toi thay cam xuc dang tran. Chu co hoi toi ve thi gian qua toi lam g; toi khong giau c nen anh phai ke het cho chu nghe. Chu i t ngac nhien nay ti ngac nhien khac, nhng sau khi biet ly do toi muon ve Sai Gon , chu cht th dai tham nao.
- Chu that s la ke co toi , chu noi, ban au v kiem che khong c chu a hai i chau, nhng loi cua chu con ln hn gap ngan lan, v chu ma chau a sa oa.
- Chau khong trach chu au, ch v chau khong kiem che c long mnh thoi.
Toi cam ong qua chom ti hon chu, mong c chu vuot ve lai nh luc nao. Chu cht lui ra, noi nho va nhanh:
- Chau ng lam vay! Chu khong muon gay them toi loi.
Toi b ng , that vong va xen lan ca t ai. Co le chu cung cho la toi dam ang hay sao? Toi gian doi suot toi hom o. Chu nhng cho toi phong ngu va om chan men ra phong khach ngu. Toi tran troc suot em, en gan 5 gi sang mi ngu c.
Toi tnh day nhn ong ho a 12 gi tra. Cht toi nghe tieng hai ngi an ong ang noi chuyen to nho, nhan ra tieng cua chu vi ai o. Toi m ca phong ngu bc ra, tren ngi ch mac chiec ao s mi cua chu An ( v a mat vali nen khong co o ngu). Co mot ga ang ngoi noi chuyen vi chu, ngo toi nh muon an ti nuot song. Ga la anh ho chu An, nhng ln hn chu gan hai chuc tuoi , theo toi oan t nhat cung 55 tuoi. Nghe noi han ta lam an tai Sai Gon, bo dang han cung chng minh c ieu o, beo phe au hoi, long may rung gan het. Toi vao phong tam e lai sau lng cai nhn them thuong cua lao Sam ( ten lao anh ho chu An ). Toi ci ao ra, vat ao sau ong lai mot vet vang o, nc cua toi r ra khi nam suot em them nh chu; toi bu moi noi vi mnh: "D ao th chu rang ma chu , ai bao ?" Toi ch hi tiec la ch con hom nay, khong u thi gian e ngh ra chuyen choc tc chu.
Toi ngam mnh trong dong nc mat, tnh han ngi, dong suy ngh cung c troi chay hn. Toi nghe tieng lao Sam r ra ben ngoai: " Sao may noi no mi 18 tuoi ?" khong nghe ro tieng chu tra li , lao lai noi " Con gai nha ai 18 ma phat trien nh 20 vay ca ?" . Toi nam o t hao tham, mac du toi biet con gai ch can co chut mui an ong th nay n nhanh thoi. Trong au toi cht nay ra mot y ngh tao bao, toi se lam chu An quy luy di chan toi. Toi t trc ti gi van c nuong chu nen khong thch ai t choi mnh. " Dt khoat mnh se thang! " toi mm ci ac ch.
Toi bc ra phong tam mm ci vui ve , van vi chiec ao s mi ngu cua chu tren ngi. Chiec ao cua chu hi ngan that kho che ap cap ui dai va thon cua toi. Toi ngoi xuong ke ben chu oi dien vi lao Sam. Lao khong gia v khong e y nhng cap mat khong ri khoi ta ao ven cao len khi toi ngoi. Chu An vui ve gii thieu va hoi xem hai ngi muon an g e chu i mua.
Khi chu ri khoi nha, toi van ngoi o tiep chuyen vi lao Sam. Toi biet lao that s mat tap trung khi lao hoi toi lien tuc ve u th chuyen nhng khong he chu y ti cau tra li. Toi biet ke hoach cua mnh ang i en cho quyet nh thanh cong hay that bai. Bay gi toi se vao phong gia bo thay o cho lao nhn, th mi co chuyen e khieu khch chu An khi tr lai. Toi khong t th nhieu cung thay ghe tm lao ta, ngoai bo mat ra, lao t nhat cung ngang nga tuoi ba toi. Toi hoi hop, lung tung khi chuan b i bc ke tiep. Thu het can am toi ng thang ngi that mau, nh bung noi vi lao : "Chau vao phong thay o " nhng ke hoach nao cung co s sot. Khi nhn vao mat lao ta, toi thay lao mat lao ra, nhn am am vao phan di cua toi. Toi nhn theo anh mat lao, cht then en o mat , vi chiec ao s mi b xep nep khi toi ngoi a khong t ong ru xuong ma dnh sat len phan ngc, e cho phan long kn cua toi pho bay ra het. Toi voi vang phu ao xuong bao y nh trong au tan trong may khoi, toi khong bao gi ng ti chuyen nay co the xay ra.
Lao Sam nhn toi vi s tiec nuoi, tay lao giau trong tui quan rung len that khe. Toi quay ngi i e tranh cai nhn o. Ngay luc o toi thay ngi bat cht b kem chat t sau lng, lao Sam chop toi that nhanh va manh nh lao ang tuoi oi mi. Toi ng yen cho lao om . Lao khong nhe nhang chut nao, cai ao b lao xe t ca nut, vt xuong san. Lao chui mui vao ngc toi ngau nghien nh b oi ba nam. Toi bat au thay s khi cai li hoi ham cua lao tra kham khap ngi toi. Lao vat toi xuong san nha lanh, s nan khap ngi toi mot cach tho bao. Lao cht ging lai ngam nga tach pham cua mnh, roi t t loi ra dng vat cng cng cua han ra. Toi phai nham mat lai e khoi phai th dai that vong, v cua han that nho khong xng vi tam than to beo. Lao nhap lien tuc tren ngi toi, pha hi th hoi thuoc la vao mat toi. Hai canh tay cua lao nh khong chu noi sc nang ,run len roi lao ha ca than mnh len toi. Toi muon ngat di trong lng ay. Mieng toi ren that khe, cam giac khoai cam nho nhoi va ti th lao a xuat tinh.
ot nhien canh ca m ra, chu An ng o nhn toi ang tran truong nam di at. Toi thay ke hoach cua mnh a thanh cong, mm ci thoa man. Lao Sam ngoi day keo quan len, khong dam nhn mat chu An a ra ca i thang. Toi cham rai ng day khong them mac ao unh nh i thang vao phong. Sau lng toi nghe tieng ca sap lai that manh, chng to chu An ang gian ien len. Toi met moi vi chien thang that tre con cua mnh, nga than mnh len em ging, lim dim mat.
ay la lan au tien toi lam chu An gian nh vay, cung la lan cuoi.
Chu nh mot ngi khac , lao vao phong, khong mot tieng ong, lat ngi toi nga ra, toi cha hoan hon a lanh mot cai tat that manh vao ma. Toi bat ng qua, cha kp cam nhan cai au th thay chu ng len t ci o ra, moi chu mm lai.
- Chau muon the nay ch g ? Chu noi vi giong that tram
- Chau.... cha noi het th chu a bt mieng toi lai.
Chu An ut au dng vat vao ca mnh toi, nac that manh. Toi au ieng ngi khong keu la c v mieng b bt chat. Toi co cam giac mnh b ha nhuc, cam giac giong nh b hiep dam. That la vo vong muon vung vay cung khong c, mat toi nhoe i trong nc mat. Nhng cam giac au n cung dan dan nhng lai cho khoai cam . Khi chu An thay toi bat au ren r, chu keo dng vat ra that nhanh, keo au toi len, ut dng vat vao mieng toi nhap lien hoi. Toi cht buon oi, v trc ay toi cha bao gi lam chuyen nay, dung li muon ay ra. Nhng chu cang manh bao hn gi chat lay toc toi, va ay lien tuc vao mieng toi , mac toi vung vay. Chu cht nhan au toi manh vao ngi chu, roi xuat tinh vao mieng toi. Toi vung vay d doi, co ay chu ra, mui tinh trunh nong nac xong len mui lam toi ngac th, toi anh nuot het . Chu buong toi ra nam xuong ging, nham mat khong noi mot li.
Toi nam sang ben kia ging , ghet chu cha tng thay. Toi bat khoc, khoc that ln, khoc v na gian chu, na gian mnh khong nen choc tc chu lam g. Chu nh a nguoi, vong tay sang om toi noi nho, do danh: "Chu xin loi chau !" Toi cang khoc to hn. Chu hon mieng toi khong cho toi khoc. Chu hon khap mat toi, vuot ve than the toi. Toi me ly trong tng cai vuot. Toi khong con biet g na ,cuon lay chu, hon khap ngi chu, man me nut dng vat chu . Chung toi lai lam tnh mot lan na, nhng lan nay that em du nhe nhang, nang niu nhau tng t. Suot em hom o toi va chu An quan lay nhau khong ri.
Sang hom sau toi ri Ca Mau ngoi ben ba vi mot nu ci n tren moi. Ten Tai xe van nhn len toi qua kieng chieu hau, toi khong e y ti han. Ba hoi toi: "Co chuyen g vui con ke cho ba nghe vi !" Toi noi: "Khong co g au ba a! Con ch hieu ban than mnh hn trc thoi!".
Ca Mau con ay trong k c toi. Mot bai hoc gia tr trong i ma toi se khong tm lai c chon phon hoa o th.
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Phan 1:
The la toi a lam viec cho ong ba chu c 3 nam roi. Cong viec that ra cung nhe nhang, sang day th don dep nha ca va giat o, sau o i ch nau cm; chieu lai don dep nha ca mot lan na roi nau cm chieu. V ong ba chu khong co con, mac du a hn 40 tuoi, nen toi khong nhieu viec phai lam. Ong ba chu la ngi lam an ln, co nhieu ca hang khap ni trong thanh pho, nen ho rat giau co. Tuy nhien ho lai khong co con mac du a tm u thay u thuoc. V the nen ong ba chu rat thng toi, coi nh con e. Mac du la ngi lam nhng toi cung co phong rieng c trang b ay u khong thieu th g, t ging nem, may lanh cho ti ban trang iem. Quan ao va my pham toi ang dung la do ba chu mua cho, mac du khi nhan toi vao lam ho noi la toi phai t tuc mua sam nhng th o. Trong nha, toi co the ti moi ni toi muon, an cung mam vi ong ba chu, khi trong nha co tiec mi khach th toi cung c an mac sang trong ra on khach, va ong ba chu van gii thieu toi luc th con nuoi, luc la chau, mac du toi ch la ngi lam thue trong nha.
Toi van con nh nh in ngay toi c ngi quen dan ti gii thieu vi ong bachu e xin vo lam ngi , ong chu hoi toi:
- Chau ten g?
- Da con ten Nguyet, Minh Nguyet.
- Ten ep qua! ba chu buot mieng.
Toi cam thay mac c khi ba chu khen, e then o mat cui xuong, hai tay van ve ta ao, con mui ban chan re ti re lui tren san nha. Nam o toi mi 14 tuoi au. Luc au ho bo tr cho toi mot can phong nho sat nha bep, ch ke u mot cai ging va mot cai tu e quan ao.Dan da, ong ba chu ngay cang quy men toi, ho thay toi hien, biet nghe li va lam viec cham ch. Cach ay mot nam, ba chu a cho toi don ti can phong ln ma trc ay van e danh on khach phng xa nh qua em. ba chu noi:
- Ngay mai con don en can phong nay i. Khach phng xa chang may khi ghe nha, trong khi cai phong e lau khong lam g cung uong.
- Da. Toi l nh ap.
Ba nam troi qua, toi a 17 tuoi au. Do c trong nha ong ba chu an sung mac sng, lai chang phai lam viec cc nhoc, nen en tuoi day th toi bat au tro ma. Thnh thoang sau khi tam xong, toi lai ng trc gng e t chiem ngng than the cua mnh. Lan da toi trang non va mn, s tay vao thay mat ri, du toi khong he xai my pham dng da. Cap nhu hoa cua toi nho cao nh hai ngon Thai Sn, cang tron va tran ay nha song, ma ai a leo ti nh roi th ch muon lai o suot i. oi luc toi a tay man me hai bau vu trang hong nh hai trai tuyet le ma cam thay khoan khoai vo cung. iem tren nh nui la hai cai num xinh xinh, luc th gian ra, luc th xoan lai. Can gio toi va thon lai va cao, hai cai ui tron lan trang muot trong rat bat mat. Gia hai cap ui la huyet ong, ben ngoai moc lun phun mot nhum long en. oi khi toi vach am long en o ra, ngoi soi trc gng coi co thay g khong, nhng ch thay mot m tht hong hong o o. Toi muon cho ngon tay vo trong coi th ra lam sao, nhng mi cho vo c na chng thay no au au nen toi lai thoi. Toi trong cao ln han ra, i ng t tin hn, noi nang lai kheo leo, nen ba chu rat thch dan toi i cung moi khi en tham ban be hay i ch mua sam. Toi biet ba rat hanh dien khi co mot co be xinh ep i cung. Ai cung ngh toi la con cua ba qua cach ba cham soc toi, va ba cung co tnh e ngi ta hieu nh vay. Ba khong muon ngi ta biet ong ba khong co con. That ra ong ba chu cung cham soc toi nh con vay, i au xa ve cung co mot mon qua cho toi. Ngay le tet, ong i mua sam cung dan toi cung i. Toi ngh rang mnh la ngi may man nhat i khi lot c vo nha nay, t nay ve sau toi khong con phai lo lang g nhieu na, du ch la a trong nha ngi ta. Cuoc i toi se mai la nhng chuoi ngay vo t va ngay th neu nh chuyen o khong xay en lam cuoc i toi chuyen sang mot bc ngoat mi.
o la vao mot ngay mua ong, khi ong chu toi phai i ra Ha Noi e gap mat ban hang nh ong van lam hang thang. Toi day t sang sm e giup ong chu thu don o ac cung nh chuan b o an sang cho ong.. Toi muon day sm hn thng le e co thi gian chuan b ky,khong bo sot th g, mac du ong chu i ch co hai ngay. Thi tiet lanh ot ngot ngoai Ha Noi co the lam ngi ta cam lanh, toi ngh vay, nen toi a mang may cai ao lanh cu cua ong ra giat ngay hom qua, sang nay mi mang ra ui. Chuyen bay vao luc 11 gi tra cho nen ong cung chang co g voi va, con ba chu th chay ra ch mua them cho ong cai ao lanh. Toi quyet nh mang vo phong cho ong chu e cho vao va-li nh nhng lan trc, neu khong toi s ong chu quen trong luc voi. M ca bc vo phong, ong chu ang loay hoay sap o ac vao gio nen khong thay toi bc vo, toi lien en ke ben e giup ong lam cho le. Thay toi bc lai ong ngc nhn len thay toi, th ong co ve ngac nhien lam. Hai mat ong m to nhn toi khong chp, ngi ong ngay ra nh ngi hanh tinh la mi lac vo trai at, trong khi ong chang he m mieng noi mot li nao ca. Ong nhn toi nh the ong mi gap lan au, giong nh muon nuot chng toi vay. Toi cam thay het sc boi roi, khong biet mnh co lam ieu g sai trai khong, nhng ngh i ngh lai th toi co lam ieu g khac thng au, ma co lam sai th ong cung ch nhac nh toi nh moi lan thoi, ong co bao gi chi mang toi au. Hay la mat mnh dnh cai g? toi tham hoi. Liec mat nhn vo gng, toi thay mat mnh hoan toan sach se. Luc nay, toi mi e y thay mat ong ang chieu tng vao ngc toi, liec nhn xuong, toi mi giat mnh thay rang toi quen mac ao lot, trong khi cai ao ngu toi van cha thay ra. Thoi chet roi ! toi nhu tham trong bung, vay la ong chu nhn vao ngc mnh. Biet lam sao bay gi? Toi het sc lung tung va vung ve, mat toi th o ng len, quay qua quay lai, nhn thay mnh trong gng toi mi thay rang mnh trong xinh ep hn khi hai ma ng hong. Ong chu cung nhan thay ieu nay, mat ong cung o ng nh con trai 18 tuoi, ong cung to ra boi roi khi nhn vao mat toi. Con ep lam, Nguyet a! Ong m mieng. Toi van ng ngay ngi ra ngay trc mat ong, sat gan en noi toi co the nghe tim ong ang ap thnh thch nh tim toi ang ap t nay gi. Roi ong a tay ra nam lay hai vai toi trong khi toi van bat ong va bat au thay run len trong long. Bat thnh lnh, ong om chat ngi toi lam toi muon nget th, toi muon keu to len th moi ong a khoa chat mieng toi. Vay vung trong s hai va tuyet vong, toi co thoat ra khoi vong tay ong chu, con ong th nh con thu khat moi, khong e cho toi ca quay. Toi uoi dan i, kha nang chong c cung giam dan, luc nay mieng ong mi ri ra e cho toi c t do ht th. Toi lien la to len e mong co ai o se vao cu toi ra khoi cn hoan nan, nhng ch keu c co hai tieng th mieng toi tat lm. Khong phai v toi het hi, cung chang phai v ong chu bt mieng, ch v toi cam thay b kch thch cao o khi mieng ong chu ngam vao num vu toi. Toi muon keu to len na, nhng sao lai chang m mieng c. Toi muon ay ong chu ra e chay thoat, nhng sao hai tay toi lai c gh chat au ong chu vao ngc mnh.
C nh the, toi khong biet co bao nhieu thi gian a troi qua. Ngi toi c lang lang, bong benh nh con thuyen troi tren song nc. No c troi mai theo tng con song, luc dang cao, luc xuong thap. Toi nh ang lac vao coi than tien, nh na tnh na me, chang biet loi i ng ve. en khi cam thay n t ben di, m mat ra mi biet ang nam tren ging ong chu, tren ngi khong con mieng vai che than, con ong chu th ang vuc au vao hang toi. Cai cam giac lang lang a toi i t khoai lac nay en khoai lac khac, chang luc nao ngi. Toi khong dam nhnh na, hai mat toi nham nghien lai, khong biet v s hai hay muon tan hng. Bay gi toi cam thay nhot nhat, hnh nh co cai g cng cng am vao hang mnh. M mat ra, Tri i! ong chu ang dung cai cua n am vao ca mnh toi. Toi muon ngat xu khi nhn thay no, va to dai lai va en. Kieu nay chac toi chet mat, lam sao ma no chui c vo ngi toi c ch. Toi s lam, nhng sao lai muon ong chu ay no vo mau mau, co le toi hng qua roi. A, hnh nh no ang chui vo trong! nhng sao toi thay hi au. Ong chu ay vo mot chut roi lai rut ra, lap i lap lai may lan, th ong bat than ay manh mot cai. Toi au qua, muon het len that to, nhng toi chang con sc e het na. Trong au toi bay gi la nhng suy ngh trai ngc nhau. na muon thoi, na muon tiep tuc. Chang biet phai quyet nh ra sao, thoi th anh e ong chu quyet nh dum vay. Ngh the nen toi buong li luon, muon ra sao th ra.
Ong chu dng nh cung hieu la toi ang au nen ong e nguyen cai cua n trong ngi toi, ch co mieng ong la tiep tuc bu vao ngc toi lam toi khong con ngh en chuyen cong c na. Cn au cung t t het, thay vao o la cai cam giac sung sng ma toi mi gap lan au trong i khi ong chu thut ra thut vo cai cua n trong ngi toi. Toi nh ngi ang i tren may xanh, rong chi cung cac thien than trong vn a ang. Mot cam giac lang lang kho ta, chay doc trong cot song t hau mon len ti nh au. Ngi toi nh cang ra, cac th tht tren ngi giat giat theo tng nhp tim. Hai chan toi giang rong ra nh muon nuot chng cai cua n o. Toi a hai tay len xoa xoa hai bau vu theo quan tnh ma chang he hay biet.
Ong chu van thut ra thut vo cang luc cang nhanh, mieng ong th ph pho nh con bo ang keo xe len doc. Toi cung th ph pho nh ong du nay gi toi ch nam di hng thu. Toi a hai tai xuong di om vao hong ong chu nh muon giup ong lam vec cc nhoc hn, vao toi cung cam thay sng hn khi ong thut manh vao ngi toi. Toi thay hng phan lam roi, co cai g o tch tu trong ngi nh muon thoat ra ngoai, mieng toi buong tieng ren "mm...mm.." khe khe. ung luc toi ang i dan len nh vu sn cun gong chu th ca phong xch m.
Phan 2:
Nghe tieng ca m, ca toi va ong chu cung giat mnh nhn ra. ng chan ngay gia ca la con cho long xu cua ba chu. Hu hon! neu ba chu ma thay c canh tng nay th khong ai biet c chuyen g se xay ra. Toi chan chan se b tong co ra khoi ca cho du toi co keu oan en may. Lam sao ma ba chu biet c la toi b ong chu hiep, ch toi nao au dam an ngu vi ong chu. Con ong chu neu khong b ly d th hang em then nao cung c nghe giao huan cua ba chu tcho en cuoi i.
Du sao th o khong phai la ba chu nen moi viec lai tiep tuc nh chang he co chuyen g xay ra, du ca phong luc nay m toang, ai i ngang cung co the thay c tran chien ang hoi gay can. Ong chu tiep tuc cong viec du toi i len may cung ong, tiep chinh phuc tham cung cua ngi ma ong hang yeu quy nh con gai ong vay. Moi vat trong phong nay eu vo tri vo giac, nen au biet rang co ngi ang b hiep, au biet rang ong chu ang lam tro oi bai vi mot co thieu n con trinh cha tng nem mui i. Chiec ong ho qua lac treo tren tng van c tch tac, con chiec ging th co gong mnh chu hp lc ang ngay cang tang tren mnh no, phat ra tieng cot ket theo nhp ay cua ong chu nh muon than th gium toi. Nhng bc tng chung quanh am tham phan xa lai nhng am thanh nhop nhep phat ra t chon tham cung nh khong muon mot am thanh nao lot ra ngoai, s co ngi nao o nghe thay. Con chiec gng to cua ban trang iem th lang le quan sat hai than the tran truong ang quan lay nhau, lan qua lon lai tren chiec ging nem ln at goc phong.
Toi nh quen mat la mnh ang b ngi ta cng hiep, hai mat toi lim dim tan hng nhng khoai cam ma ong chu ang mang lai. Ban tay toi a len xoa xoa vao hai num vu mot cach vo thc, hai ui toi kep chat lay ong chu nh s ong chu dng lai gia chng. Mot cam giac lang lang kho ta tran ngap ngi toi va ang dang len cao theo tng nhp c ong cua ong. Khong biet ong chu co biet toi ang hng phan cc o hay khong ma ong c ong moi luc mot nhanh hn va manh hn. Ong bat au th doc trong khi ngi toi cang ra het c e tan hng tng cai thuc manh cua ong. Moi lan thuc vo la ong lai ay toi en gan nh vu sn, va roi khong chu c na, toi tran mnh len, om chat lay ong gh xuong, ca ngi toi muon rung len. Tri i, sao ma no a qua! toi khong ng no lai sng nh the nay, mat toi m lai khong con thay g het, ch thay ngi mnh ang bong benh troi tren dong song Hang co nhng v sao lap lanh.
Sau cung th khoai cam cung i qua het, ong lai trong toi ch con s hut hang va trong rong. Toi dan tnh tr lai, mot noi buon menh mang au o keo en tran ngap hon toi, co cam giac nh mnh va anh mat mot cai g o quy ga vo cung. Ca mnh toi bay gi t nhep bi tinh kh ong chu va nc trong ngi toi chay ra. Toi bat au cam thay au au gia hang, ung tay vo th thay rat. Thnh thoang mot giot mau hong lan lon gia am nc nhn lai r ra. Tri i, toi a lam g vay? Co cai g ang e nang tren ngc, co toi muon nghen lai. Toi a b hiep bi chnh ong chu cua mnh, noi nhuc nha bay gi ang troi day trong ngi toi. Khong chu c na, toi bat khoc. Nhng giot nc mat tui nhuc lan dai tren ma nh nhng hat chau sa. Toi guc mat vao hai ban tay mnh khoc nc n.
Ong chu cung a tnh tao tr lai, va ong cung a nhan ra ieu toi bai ma ong a lam vi ngi t gai ma ong van thng nh con. Mat ong cui gam xuong at nh toi o ang ng trc vanh mong nga. Hai ban tay ong nam lai vi nhau at gia hai au goi, ngi ong ru xuong tor6ng hta tham hai. Ong noi trong co hong:
- Xin loi con. Ong co y nh cng hiep con au ong ch v khong cam long c khi nhn thay con ep nh vay.
Toi biet ong noi that nh ong cha tng gat toi bao gi. Toi biet mnh cung co loi trong chuyen nay. Neu toi an mac kn ao mot chut th chuyen a khong xay ra. Bay gi th noi g cung qua tre, toi lang le giup ong thu xep o ac roi tr ve phong mnh nam thon thc trong uat c nghen ngao. Toi muon het len that to cho a cn tui nhuc, nhng lai s ba chu nghe thay. Toi bay gi nh ngi b cp, khong con g e mat, trong long luon cam thay trong rong va hut hang, chang g co the bu ap c.
T sau hom cng hiep toi, ong chu tr nen quan tam va san soc toi nhieu hn, co le ong muon chuoc lai loi lam cua mnh. Ong mua cho toi u th, ca nhng th toi can va nhng th khong can. Co ba, ong noi vi ba chu:
- Anh nh mua cho con Nguyet cai xe may e i ch cho le. mai mot em co can nh no ch i au th cung tien.
Ba chu khong he phan oi, nen t ngay sau toi a co xe may e i ra ng. Mo thi gian ngan sau, ong lai mua cho toi mot bo ao am rat ep, noi la e toi tiep khach phu ong chu moi khi nha co tiec. Cang ngay ong cang cham soc toi ky hn va thng xuyen hn. The nhng, moi quan he gia toi va ong van lanh nhat. Moi lan gap toi, ong ch noi mot vai cau chieu le roi tac tt khong biet noi g hn, mat ong cung khong dam nhn thang vao mat toi moi khi ng oi dien. Toi biet ong con an han ve chuyen a lam. Rieng phan mnh, toi cung dan thay nguoi ngoai khi c ong chan soc tan tnh, nhng noi mac cam va tui nhuc th van an cha au o trong long, thnh thoang no lai troi len lam toi khoc het ca buoi hoac khoc thau em. Vet rach ni ca mnh a lanh sau mot thang, nhng vet thng long th van con o. No van c au hoai du ong chu a co gang het sc, du toi a co quen no i.
Ba thang troi qua, toi ang dan bnh phuc, tinh than toi a bt nang ne va u uat. Mieng toi thnh thoang cung n c nu ci vi ong chu, du ch la gng gao. Cai cam giac nhuc nha ang dan qua i, e danh cho cho cai cam giac lang lang moi khi toi ngh lai luc b ong chu hiep. Phai cong nhan la, du la b cng bc, quan he xac tht vi an ong thch thu biet chng nao. No c nh ang i lac vao chon thien thai, ni than tien hay lui ti. Cang nh lai chuyen cu, toi cang cam thay hng tnh mot cach thu ong. Hang toi cang ra, am ho tr nen cng ngac va nho cao len. oi luc, toi a tay xoa xoa am ho cua mnh e t kch thch cho a nga.
Trong khi toi ang dan thay oi, luc nao cung cam thay hng tnh nh con thu ang ong c, th ong chu van lui ti phong toi luc ba i vang e an ui ong vien toi cung nh san soc toi theo cach cua ong. Va roi, nh ong ba ta co noi "la gan rm lau ngay cung chay", toi va ong chu lam tnh vi nhau mot lan na. Toi rat knh trong ong chu, hoan toan khong muon cung nh khong co y nh chiem oat tnh cam cua ong. Ch n thuan la toi b kch thch bi lan b ong chu ham hiep ma them c quan he the xac vi an ong mot lan na cho thoa cn them khat. Ong chu hoan toan b ong khi toi chu ong thay o ra nam san tren ging e ch ong vao tham nh thng le. Ong khong tin vao mat mnh khi ven men thay bo ngc trang hong cua toi khong he b che ay luc toi gia benh nam im e ong ti gan. Ong khong dam ung vao hai ngon oi nho cao ang phap phong theo hi th, ch dam s nhe vao tran toi xem toi co sot hay khong. Luc toi gia v khong biet, ay tong ong xuong ngc mnh, ngi ong ban len nh ngi b giat ien. Nhng roi chuyen phai ti a ti. Ong cung toi lam tnh suot mot buoi, lam cat lc nhong co the lam c, e bu ap lai nhng mat mat ma ong a chiem oat cua toi. Bao nhieu sc lc, ong vat ra e truyen het cho toi. That khong g sung sng bang! Toi biet ong cung rat sng khi lam tnh vi mot thieu n con tre nh toi. Hai bau vu cang tron cua toi lam cho ong rat thch thu moi khi ca vao. Ca mnh toi con hep nen ong tm c rat nhieu cam giac khi ut vao trong o. Con toi th khoi phai noi, toi muon lam cho a e bu vao nhng ngay them khat phai thu dam mot mnh. Cho ong nam ben di, toi ngoi tren ngi ong phi nga suot buoi ma khong biet met. Toi xuat het lan nay en lan khac, nc kh chay ra dam de, hoa lan vi tinh kh cua ong. Toi lam tnh mot cach cuong nhiet va sung man, trc khi guc xuong ngu vui khi cuocmay ma a qua i.
T sau lan o, toi va ong chu lam tnh vi nhau eu an moi tuan mot lan. Ong chu khong con mac cam toi loi na, va toi cung khong con khoc v b ong chu tc oat mat trinh tiet. Moi tuan, chung toi lai ap dung mot kieu lam tnh mi ma ong chu hoc c qua phim anh hoac do toi ngh ra trong luc ranh roi. Du vay, ca toi va ong chu van khong co y nh thay oi moi qua he a co t lau. Ong van la ong chu cua toi, va toi van la ngi t gai ma ong thng nh con e. Chung toi en vi nhau n thuan ch e giai quyet nhu cau tnh duc cua mnh, khong he co y muon thiet lap mot moi quan he mi. Ba chu van khong hay biet g ve chuyen nay, van lo lang va cham soc toi chu ao.
Moi quan he ac biet gia toi va ong chu ch keo dai c hai nam th ong qua i v chng benh ung th. Con ba chu th mat mot nam sau o v qua thng nh ong chu. Toan bo gia tai do ngi vo chong ngi chau ruot ong ba tha hng. Toi cung c mot so tien kha ln do ong e lai, tnh ra ngoai lam an rieng, nhng v ngh lai tnh cam cua ong ba chu oi vi toi luc con sinh thanh nen toi quyet nh lai lam ngi lam them mot thi gian cho en khi ho kiem c ngi lam mi. Toi van can phong ma ba chu sap xep cho toi luc trc, hang ngay van lam cong viec trc ay toi van hay lam, ch co ong chu la khong con ay e thoa man nhu cau tnh duc cua toi ang vao thi ky sung sc. Ong chu mat i roi,khong biet ong co linh thieng hay khong ma mot em ong phai ngi chau trai cua ong i lon vao phong toi do tri toi. Bc vao phong toi, anh ta trn ngc hai mat, mieng ha ra kinh ngac khi thay toi ang tran truong ngoi dang hang tren ging, mot tay ang ut vao ca mnh thut ra thut vo, con tay kia th ang t s nan ngc mnh. Khong cam long c, anh ta lien bc nhanh en, ngoi thup xuong va vuc mat vao ngc toi.
Phan 3:
Toi nh muon ien len khi cau chu ngam mieng vao vu toi va bat au bu mot cach ngon lanh. Tay cau chu s soang vu con lai, van ve cai num nho ang san cng. Ban tay cau xoa xoa cai bau vu nh a tre ang nghch vu me. Hai moi cau chu muon ngoam lay het ca cai bau vu cua toi trong khi li cau liem qua liem lai cai num lam toi thch vo cung. Toi oan la cau cung thch ngc toi lam v ngc toi va to lai va chac. Trc ay ngc toi ch thuoc loai trung bnh, nhng t ngay co quan he tnh duc vi ong chu, ngc toi n ra to hn, trong ma phat them, nh am con trai cung xom van hay noi. Mong toi n ra nh hai trai da hau, ong a theo moi nhp bc, ma ch can nhn thoi cung a thay ong tnh roi.
Toi a tay lan m cuc ao cau chu, e lo ra than hnh n nang ran chac. Ngi co than the nh vay chac han la sung sc lam, toi tham ngh. Hai canh tay chac nch, bap tht noi cuon cuon, trong nh nhng vo s au ai. Lan mo xuong di, toi ung ngay mot khuc xuch xch cng ngac nh cuc sat nh ang muon choc thung chiec quan tay e chui ra ngoai. Cau chu hi nhon ngi len e toi co the ci quan cau ra cho de dang. Chiec quan tay va c keo xuong la khuc xuch xch loi ra ngoai trong that la khung khiep. No en lui lui, cai au th o hong va bong lng. Mot chum long en ram rap pha di am ra tua tua nh muon che ay hai hon ngoc c boc trong mot cai tui en en ang san lai. Toi a tay man me cai xuch xch, cam lay no suc ra suc vao va lay tay m th. Tri i, no dai hn mot gang tay cua toi, ma lai to kinh khung. Mnh no cong len nh ang n ngc ra khoe vi toi. Thch qua, toi suc ra suc vo cang luc cang nhanh, con cau chu th nh ang gong ngi len e hng ng. Chac la cau chu thch lam, toi oan vay, neu ma toi ngam vao no ma mut th chac se ap phe hn. Ngh sao lam vay, toi cau chu len va e nam ra ging, cai xuch xch ngong len cao nh choc tc toi. Hai tay banh hai chan cau chu ra, toi le li liem vao cai au khat. Cau chu tran ngi len khi moi lan li toi liem qua mot cai. Liem chan, toi a ca cai khuc xuch xch vo mieng, ngam lay that chat va bat au mut no nh a tre ang an kem. Hoi con quan he vi ong chu, toi cha tng bu dng vat ong bao gi v toi khong he ngh en chuyen o. Sau khi ong mat i, e lai cho toi s them khat an ong, toi a ngh ra u kieu lam tnh cung nh khao khat co c cai dng vat an ong. Toi c ao luc nao o co c no se ngam vo mieng ma mut cho thoa nhuc duc, va gi ay toi ang co no trong tay. Toi bu no theo u moi cach ma toi ngh ra ma khong ngh rang no lam cau chu toi sng ien len c, cat tieng ren khe khe ah..ah...ah, uh...uh...uhhhhh.
Co le cau chu thay toi bu nh vay cung u roi, a en luc lam cho toi sung sng, cau lien ngoi day, lat toi nam nga ra, roi cau nam up len tren, a li liem vai hai cai num tren ngc toi. Cai li ay gai nham cua cau ra ti au la toi rung mnh ti o, gai oc noi cung mnh, nc nhn bat au r ra n t cai hau mon. T t, li cau i dan xuong di, vt qua lo ron va bat au tham nhap vung cam a. Toi co hai chan len len, n ngi len e a ca mnh len cao. Hai tay cau hai chan toi va dang ra hai ben, e lo ra ca thanh dan vao chon tham cung. Canh gi ben ngoai ca thanh la hai mep tht o o, cau dung cai li e ay no ra hai ben, roi cau bat au liem vao trong. Cai li cua cau nh con ran bo ngo ngoay ben trong ca mnh, het am vo roi lai thut ra. Roi li cau lai re len tren, cham vao am vat cua toi lam toi giat thot ngi len. Cai li a qua a lai cai am vat mot luc th toi chu het noi, cong ngi lai va rung mnh. The la toi xuat c mot lan, nc xuan tnh tuon ra lai lang, cau chu le li liem sach va nuot vo bung. Mieng cau van ngam vao am ho toi, cau a hai ngon tay banh hai mep am ho cang ra e cai am vat loi len, ngay tc khac moi cau ngam lay no va mut vo tng hoi. Toi nghe tieng cau nuot nc mieng ng c nh ang rut het tinh kh trong ngi toi, con cai li th nut chat lay au am vat. Toi nghe nh co luong ien chay trong ngi doc theo xng song, soc len tan oc. Khong co g co the ta noi toi cam thay sng ra sao trong luc nay. Toi rung mnh noi da ga, hai tay bau chat xuong ging, ca ngi toi cang cng ra, dam thuy tuon ra xoi xa, mieng toi ren nghe thanh tieng uhm...uhm...uhm lien hoi. Toi nghe ngi ta noi nc tinh kh bo lam, co tac dung cai lao hoan ong, ai nuot vo se tre mai khong gia, than the cng trang. Khong biet co ung hay khong, nhng toi thay cau chu liem no mot cach ngon lanh. Chac toi cung phai th nuot tinh kh cua cau xem sao.
Toi nng het chu noi roi, tay toi a len xoa xoa hai bau vu mnh, neu cau tiep tuc bu nh the nay chac toi no tung mat. Toi keu len:
- Len ay i cau, con het chu noi roi, ut vo le i cau.
Khong i toi noi lai lan th hai, cau chu trn ngi len tren, tay cam lay cai khuc xuch xch ca qua ca lai hai ben mep am ho lam toi tc muon chet i c. Bat than, cau a vo gia va ay mot cai that manh. Ot! Cai xuch xch chui tot vo trong, ngi cau ap vao ngi toi cai chat. Toi nay ngi len v sng, om lay hai mong cau ma ay ra ay vo. Hieu y toi, cau chu bat au rut ra thut vo cai xuch xch trong ngi toi, hai tay ngi nam lay hai chan toi khoac len vai. Cau ngoi pha sau thuc moi luc mot manh. Tieng nhop nhep phat ra t t cam thanh hoa lan vi tieng hai c the va vao nhau nghe nh mot ban nhac ay duc tnh. Hai c the tran truong quan lay nhau, lan qua lon lai, tieng hi th hon hen cua cau cung vi tieng ren cua toi tao thanh mot ban hp xng gia em khuya.
Bay gi, cau lat ngi toi lai, nam bo chong mong ra. t the nay, ca mnh toi quay ra pha sau, nen cau chu quy t pha sau thoc ti, hai tay cau gi lay hong toi, con mong cau c ong nhp nhang nh ang tap the duc. Tieng "tach ..tach" phat ra moi khi bung cau ap vao mong toi lam vang ong ca can phong. Cau chu bat au th ph pho, mo hoi toat ra nhe nhai, thuc vao toi moi luc mot manh hn. Toi sng het biet, moi khi khuc xuc xch chui ra roi thot vo la toi lai gong mnh len, keu cai h, mot luong ien chay t hau mon doc theo xng song len tan oc. C nh the toi cung chang biet baolau na, cung chang nh la mnh xuat kh bao nhieu lan, nc xuan tnh tuon tran lai lang t het bung di cua toi, hai au goi a thay moi, mot y ngh tao bao bong nay ra trong au.
- Dng lai i cau
- Sao vay?
- Con muon lam kieu khac. Cau ng ra ay i.
Toi ngoi tren ging, con cau chu ng di at ngay trc mat toi. Cai xuc xch to ung ch thang ra pha trc, t nhep bi nc xuan tnh cua toi. Thay no, toi cam thay ghe ghe, nhng trong long a quyet roi, nen cam lay no cho vo mieng va bat au mut. Cai dng vat cua cau chu dai va to qua, ngoam het c ma cung ch vo c phan na, na con lai toi anh phai dung tay nam lay ma suc. Hai cai moi cua toi giong nh cai ca mnh, nut chat lay cai dong vat cua cau chu, mut ra mut vo nghe chun chut. Trong khi o. Li toi liem doc theo cai dng vat moi khi mut ra tao ra rat nhieu kch thch. Thnh thoang, toi lai dung cai li liem quanh cai au dng vat trong khi mieng toi van mut ra mut vo lien tuc, lam cau chu sng qua, ngi cau giat giat lien tuc, hai tay cau gh chat lay au toi vo hang mnh. Cai mui ngai ngai cua dng vat cong vi cai v man man cua dch nhn dang r ra t au dng vat cua cau lam toi muon ngop, a vay con b cai chum long an ram rap quanh dng vat choc vao mui lam th khong muon c. Dau vay, toi van gia tang toc o, tay toi suc cang luc cang nhanh, mieng toi th mut that chat trong khi li toi c liem doc theo cai dng vat moi khi mut ra. Cau chu khong chu c na, ngi cau rung len, giat giat may cai, tc th thoi cam thay mot luong tinh kh ban thang vao mieng mnh, mot so chui tot xuong co. Mot cai mui tanh tanh man man xong len lam toi muon non het ra ngoai, nhng toi van co chu lai, tiep tuc mut cau chu cho en khi khong con mot giot kh nao con dnh tren cai xuc xch cua cau, cho en khi no u xu xuong nh con ga mac ma th toi mi thoi.
Ca toi va cau chu met ph, than the ra ri nhng ay thoa man. Tren mat cau n nu ci man nguyen, giong nh cau cha tng c lam tnh nh vay bao gi. Con toi cung cam thay thoa man, lau lam roi toi mi c lam tnh a nh hom nay. Tuy nhien, mieng toi cha kp n nu ci thoa man th.....RAM..., canh ca phong m tung ra. Xuat hien ngay chnh gia cakhong ai khac ngoai co chu knh men cua toi. Tri at nh toi sam lai, toi th nh ngi tren tri b ri xuong at, con cau chu th tai met mat may, u khong noi nen li.
Sau vu o, toi b tong co ra khoi nha ngay em hom o, con so phan cau chu ra sao th ch co hai v chong ho biet. Chang biet la buon hay vui, toi i lang thang khap thanh pho suot em nh nhng ke khong nha. Mac du toi co tien, rat nhieu tien, do ong di chuc cho, nhng toi khong muon vao khach san ngu tam qua em. Bay gi sao toi lai cam thay co n qua, them co c mot mai am gia nh. Toi thay nh ong ba chu cu vo cung, gia ma ho con song th toi au co cam thay co n nh em nay. Trong long toi trong rong va hut hang, bc i lang thang khong muc ch. Tri ve khuya, sng bat au ri xuong, ay o mot vai ke khong nha ang ngu ben he ng. Mot vai co ca-ve het gi lam viec ang tren ng ve nha, a on ho la bon con trai nha giau vo cong roi nghe, thch cap ke vi gai ca-ve e an ngu vi nhau. Thnh thoang, nhng co gai ban hoa ngoi pha sau xe gan may chay vut qua, ho mi kiem c moi e lam toi nay. Gai ban hoa co nhieu loai, lp th ng ng, lp khac ngoi ch thi trong cac vu trng e bat moi, hoac trong cac bar-cafe. Hang sang hn la gai goi, c vo vu trng nhay nhot nh nhng dan chi thi thng, ch co ngi goi la di chuyen en ni hen san. Du co nhieu loai, nhng rat de nhan ra ho, bi cach an mac va hoa trang cua ho. Co tieng xe thang gap pha sau, toi giat mnh quay lai, tren xe la hai chu nhoc trong co ve th sinh, nhn toi ay dam ang.
- i khong em?
- Khong!
- Sao? Che tui anh t tien a? thang ngoi trc lai xe hoi.
- Khong phai.
Toi cam thay met moi va chan nan, chang buon thanh minh la mnh khong phai gai ban hoa, quay mat tiep tuc bc i. Co le thay toi ep gai, nen hai thang c leo eo theo sau hoi hoai, bc mnh toi bc vao mot con hem nho lam chiec xe khong chay vao c. en nc nay hai ten nhoc mi chu bo i.
Con hem cang vao sau cang toi do khong co en ng. Toi lan mo tng bc mot, chang biet con hem nay se dan ra au. i chng c hn tram thc, toi nh quay tr ra, th nghe co tieng th tham nho nho au ay. Theo tieng ngi noi, toi tien en mot can nha nam cach o khong xa, trong nha co anh sang l m cua chiec en ngu hat ra. Ap mat vao canh ca so ch khep h, toi a mat nhn vo trong. Di anh sang l m cua chiec en ngu, mot canh tng ang dien ra lam toi sng s. Toi khong tin vao mat mnh, khong the ng lai co chuyen ong tri nh vay.
Phan 4:
Con Tiep
Jin Yung
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Tra Thu
Chang la mot nhac s noi tieng, lai co mot cai ten rat la lang man: Nhac s ... Lang Du. Nang la mot ca s cung noi tieng khong kem. Ten nang nghe cung vo cung th mong. Ca s ... Heo May. Trai tai gai sac, cap vi nhau cung la chuyen bnh thng thoi. Chnh Lang Du a tng vo ngc khoe rang trong i chang ch co hai cai am me. Th nht la chang me am nhac. Th nh la me ... am ho. Heo May cung vay. Nang a tng tam s vi ban be rang i nang cung ch co hai cai am me. Th nhat la me ca, va th nh la me ... cu. That la xng oi va la. Hai ngi hieu y nhau nh Ba Nha vi T Ky. Ch can nhn vao mat nhau, la ho a hieu ngi kia muon g roi. Ma that ra th cung chang co g kho hieu. Bi ca hai au co muon cai g khac hn la ba cai chuyen ... u eo. Lang Du va Heo May quen nhau vao mot mua football. Sau khi thua o, chang ngoi nha om an gay khuc Nam Ai. Tieng an nh than, nh oan, nh khoc cho mot kiep ngi xui xeo, l ham vui bat o e bay gi chay tui, ch con co nc moc khuc hot dog len ma gam cho oi. Lang Du co ng au, tieng an the lng cua chang a xe gio bay en tai nang. Heo May luc bay gi ch mi bc vao tuoi 17. Cai tuoi be gay ... cac an ong nh chi. ang ngoi nho long nach, bong Heo May ngng tay nghe ngong. Nang ngac nhien t hoi. Tieng an cua ai ma chui qua vu, lot vao tai lam trai tim nang phai rung ong. Sau mot luc nh than e nghe ngong, Heo May ng day i ra ca, "nng theo lan gio", tm en can apartment cua Lang Du. Nghe tieng go ca, chang hoi vong ra: Ai o? c vao t nhien nh nha ... cau.
Heo May manh dan m ca bc vao, t gii thieu: - Chao anh. Em ten la ... Heo May. ang lung bung hai lo tai v oi. Chang hoi lai: Heo ... g? - Da, Heo May.
Giong nh la gio heo may vay ma. Nhn voc dang con nho co ve ... ngot nc, chang hien ngang t gii thieu: - Chao Heo...May. Toi la ca nhac s... Lang Du. Han hanh c gap Heo May. - Anh c goi em bang ... em cung c ma. Vay... em en tm anh co viec chi? Heo May ben len, chp chp cap mat co eo long nheo gia dai nh hai cai quat, lam mai toc la tha cua Lang Du bay phat phi. Nang e then ap mot cach that tnh. Chang dau g anh. Luc nay ang trong restroom, cht em nghe tieng an cua anh. Lang Du ngac nhien tro mat hoi: - trong restroom ma nghe c tieng an cua anh sao? - Da nghe. Tai v em hong co... ong ca. Phan ng t nhien khien Lang Du phai "nn th" e hoi tiep: - Nghe tieng an cua anh trong restroom? Roi em co thay cai g khong? Nang ngay th hoi lai: Da ... thay cai g, la ... cai g a? - Em co thay ... long mnh rung ong khong? - Da, rung th co. Ma ong... th cha. Bi vay em mi tm anh e nh anh lang xe. Lang Du nhn lai nang mot lan na, c tnh coi cai voc dang cua nang co the tien than bang nghe ca hat hay khong trc khi th giong. Lang Du thay cung c. Cai giong con gai ma co cap gio dai, nc da trang, len san khau de bat mat ngi xem lam. o la cha ke cai phao cau tron lan, ai nhn ma khong muon can mot phat. Chang hoi nang sau khi vo chi tiet: - Vay em co biet nhac ly khong? - Hoi nho em co hoc. Nhng bay gi ch con nh cai not "Si" nam ngay chnh gia thoi. Chuyen Heo May co biet nhac ly hay khong cung au co g quan trong. Chang ch hoi cho co chuyen. Lang Du nhn vao cai not "Si" cua nang mot chut roi mi noi: - Thoi c. Anh se day em sau. Bi v ngoai nghe ca s, anh con la mot nhac s. Chuyen mon ve hoa am, phoi ... kh. Heo May mng r nh trung so. Nang e cap ngay van e chnh: - Vay anh cho biet ... em phai deposit bao nhieu a. ang thua football hong con mot cac, nghe nang hoi, Lang Du tra li mot cach "rong lng". - Mot khoa 600 ong. Em c ... a het cho anh, khoi can deposit. - Da em khong co mang tien theo ay. Thoi, e en toi em em qua. Va noi, Heo May va a tay chao Lang Du, quay got ra ve. Ca nhac s Lang Du chom ti, noi voi theo: - Em a trc anh hai ong i. Con bao nhieu en toi tnh sau. Heo May ve en nhavi niem vui oa v trong long. Neu c Lang Du nang , trc sau g nang cung se la ngoi sao sang tren nen tri ca nhac hai ngoai. Heo May ngoi hoi tng lai cuoc i nang. T thu be, Heo May a co mot tieng khoc khac thng. Tieng khoc manh nh mot li khoan ien xoay vao lo tai ngi nghe. Tieng khoc cua nang a lam nhng a be khac, cung song chung trong vien mo coi phai s hai khoc thet. Them vao o la cai bc i ngang nh cua. Th thieu thi, ban tnh Heo May la khong thch i thang. Nang cung chang hieu tai sao nh vay. Co ngi a xem ch tay, ch chan cho biet la nang c tri sinh e lam "ca s kch ong." Ly do la tren mi au ngon tay cua Heo May co u mi cai hoa tay. Luc buon buon, chang co viec g lam, nang tan man a hai ban tay xanh xao len xem lai. Heo May thay hoa tay cua nang sao hi giong vi Hoa Lieu... Sau khi tam va ra that ky, Heo May ngoi nhn ong ho, mong cho mau en toi e gap chang nhac s cua long mnh. Chiec ong ho c thong tha go tng nhp tch toc, tch toc cham rai nh e treu tc Heo May. Ch mot gi ong ho ma a dai nh sau mi phut. The roi viec g phai en, a en. Gi phut thieng lieng a iem, Heo May mac bo o ng y nhat cua nang, khong quen mang theo may mon phu tung nh long nheo gia, vu gia va mong gia. Ch co cai bao th ng 600 o la la that ma thoi. Nghe tieng go ca, Lang Du phong ti bang nhng bc chan ron rang niem vui. Canh ca m rong, Heo May hien ra nh mot ba tien rc r. Mot ba tien sexy mang tien en cho chang. Bang nhng c ch lch s cua mot ngi nghe s "tai tieng", Lang Du mm ci that tnh t. Chang noi: - Anh ang ch em nh ... nang han ch ma rao. Heo May ap lai bang mot giong cung cai lng khong kem: - Em cung non nao nh ... co dau trong em ong phong hoa chuc. T tra ti gi, trong tui hong co mot cac.
Chang biet lay cai g lam tien e i an. Chang nam co ni xo nha. Bung th oi, ma cac th nng, ch nang en. Nhng bay gi th trong au Lang Du ch ngh en van e trc mat la ... thc pham. Con chuyen u eo th tnh sau. Co thc mi git noi giay lng quan ch. Chang hoi Heo May: - Em co em ... hien kim ti khong? Heo May mm mieng ci duyen, a ca cai nu rang en thui e tra li chang: - Le d nhien. Tien hoc ph, hau mi hoc nhac ly, ch anh. Lang Du chu lam. Con gai phai lanh le nh vay mi c. Chang ngh tham: - Neu tri thng. Hai a cung co the dng nen c o lam ch. Tieng noi thanh thot cua Hoe May vang len lam Lang Du cht tnh: - Vay, chng nao mnh bat au, anh? - Khoan. T t a em. Ngay au tien mnh phai lam le cung to ... - Cung lam sao? Anh ch em i ... - Bay gi phai ra nha hang. Cung to o trc. Sau o ve ay, hai a mnh cung them mot phat na. Trc khi en vi Lang Du, Heo May a trang iem ky lng. Nang cung a tnh ti viec mi han i an mot buoi dinner lang man, co en cay, co nhac em du ... Bi vay, va nghe Lang Du e ngh Heo May hoan ho het mnh. Nang gi cao hai cai nach a c nho het long hoi sang noi ln: - ong y ca hai tay. Co rung rnh 600 o trong tui, Lang Du manh dan khoac tay Heo May, i hien ngang y nh vua Salomon cung n hoang Saten. Nha hang P.38 vao buoi toi ong nghet khach. a so thuc khach ay la gii tre an chi, nhay nhot, tuoi trung bnh t 16 en 66. Trc kia, ni ay ch la mot quan an nho, co cai ten la quan: "Na Khuya". Quan ch ban c vao khoang t 10 gi em en 4, 5 gi sang. Khach cua quan phan ong la dan chi bi, trac tang, may ch em ta va nhat la may tay i uong bia om ve khuya. a la quan cua dan chi th le d nhien la phai hap dan th hieu cua moi ngi. Tieng lanh on xa, tieng d on ba ngay ng. Quan Na Khuya th tieng lanh tieng d g cung co het.
Co le v vay ma quan cang ngay cang ong khach. Dan chi en cang nhieu. Roi dan que, dan dom, dan ba lang cung keo en cho co ve ta ay la dan chi. Gia luc quan Na Khuya ang vao giai oan thnh vng nhat, th ung mot cai xay ra mot tran au sung ghe hon gia hai nhom bang ang. Hau qua la quan Na Khuya b chay rui. Moi ngi ai cung bui ngui tiec re. Ch rieng lao chu quan la van tnh b. Du sao th han cung la dan ... chi ma. Sau may thang an ngu, i uong bia om moi toi. Lao chu quan c hang insurance boi thng mot so tien kha ln. Cam tam check gan hai tram ngan trong tay, lao lam mot bai tnh nham chp nhoang. Chi cho hai nhom du ang ma lao mn em hom o, moi nhom nam xap. Chi cho thang bep; e t ruot cua lao nam xap xai chi v co cong ... o dau ot quan. Bo ra tam chuc xap e "biu lai mot cai nha hang khac, to hn, ep hn, sang hn cai nha hang cu gap mi lan. Tong cong het mot tram xap. Lao van con d mot tram e bo bang xai chi. Ke t ngay o, moi ngi bat au quen mat vi cai nha hang mi long lay, sang trong vi tam bien hieu bang en neon. "Restaurant P.38". ang ngoi cung ly nhau com cop ben trong quan, bong moi ngi t nhien khng lai. May cai mieng ang ha hoc chc an, chc noi cung ngng lai. Moi con mat eu o don ve pha ca quan khi Lang Du va Heo May ang bc vao. La mot ban nho danh rieng cho hai ngi, chang a Heo May en ngoi, trnh trong goi thc an. Thay moi cap mat eu o don ve mnh, Heo May hang dien vo cung. Nang ngh ngi ngoi ben canh la mot nghe s tai hoa, tieng tam lay lng. Nhng that ra khong phai vay. Hau het moi ngi trong quan ai cung biet Lang Du la mot ten oi kinh nien. Neu co en th han cung sa vao mot ban nao o, ch lam g co tien ma tra. Vay ma hon nay, han hien ngang cap tay mot ngi ep, hap dan nh Heo May. Mat cang cang len nh vay la u biet han va vo manh. Moi ngi tiep tuc buoi an, nhng ai cung thnh thoang liec ve pha cai ban co hai ngi ngoi. Sau mot ngay oi khat, Lang Du an nh e tra thu cho loai ngi a da man bo oi han t sang en gi. Han an nh cha bao gi c an. en luc bao t a tam on. Han mi hoi do Heo May: - Hien nay em ang ... song vi ai? Mac du a biet "cht" t nam 14, 15 tuoi a co sau, bay ngi tnh va bon lan pha thai, Heo May van thay con "chim" mnh rung ong khi oi dien vi oi mat cua Lang Du. Nang ap ung tra li: - Em song mot mnh, khong co cha me than nhan g x My nay ca. Cau tra li nh mot ha hen nhieu man me ly, hap dan sap ti. Lang Du manh mieng hoi tiep: - Em co ... ngi yeu cha? Heo May ong lien mot man kch hn doi. Hai ma nang phung phu, giong nh chang va mat sat nang mot cau nang ne ghe lam: - Anh ... ngh em la ... hang ngi g ma hoi em cau o. Em con nho ma. Lang Du ngh tham trong au "Em e ra anh con c. o ma nho". Nhng chang cung lam ra ve lch s, nh chnh lia la: - O, anh xin loi. Tai em ep qua nen anh ngh co nhieu ngi theo uoi em. Chac la ... - Theo uoi em th rat nhieu ngi. Nhng em a nguyen vi long la ... cong hien i mnh cho am nhac. Bi vay em ch yeu khi nao gap mot ngi ... ong mot tam trang vi em thoi. Cau chuyen lam hai ngi cang luc cang gan nhau hn. Tha c hoi khong ai e y, Lang Du lon tay di gam ban at tay len bap ve non cua Heo May ma xoa xoa. Heo May thch lam, nhng cung lam bo xoay qua nhn Lang Du vi ve ngac nhien, lam nh t nho en gi cha co ai r nang nh vay. Thay anh mat cua Heo May, Lang Du hi khng lai. Nhng chang ngh nhanh trong au: "a chap nhan cong hien i mnh cho nghe thuat, th ba cai chuyen lat vat nay an thua g." Ban tay cua Lang Du cang tien manh hn na. Nh hai ngi ngoi trong goc ket, lai co cai khan ban che kn nen Lang Du c tnh b nh trong phong ngu. Heo May khep hai bap ve lai cng ngac. Nhat quyet khong cho ban tay Lang Du ung ti vung at cam. Nhn thay mat Heo May o ng len, hai chan khep chat mot cach cung quyet, Lang Du que qua. Chang ta keu boi tnh tien roi i ve. Tren ng ve, Lang Du khong noi mot cau.
Trong au nha nhac s ngh tham " Tha la tra tien lai no cho roi ... Day do no lam me g trong khi no hong cho ... chi. Tha tm em khac, xau hn mot chut cung c. Bo cong ra th phai co hng ch." Ngh la lam lien. Lang Du moc het tien trong tui ra. Tr tien an, trong tui chang con 586 ong. Lang Du a het cho Heo May: - ay, anh xin gi lai em so tien hoi nay. Con thieu 14 ong, anh se ... tra sau. Nghe s c cai tnh o. Ngheo th ngheo ch khong tham tien. Ch tham tnh. Heo May khoc loc tham thiet nh cha chet. Nang nghen ngao: - Anh ng hieu lam em ... hu, hu, hu ... Lang Du ngh la nang noi han a hieu lam Heo May la hang gai khong ang hoang, mi lan au tien ma a lon xon. Han nh chnh: - Anh hong co hieu lam g het. Anh ch ngh la hai a mnh hap nhau th ket hp, hong hap th chia tay. The thoi. Heo May cang khoc ln: - Em biet. Em thay hai a mnh hap lam. Lang Du bc doc, han gat len, cau co: - Hap, hap cai g ma ... ung ti hong cho. Heo May cang ti: - Anh ng hieu lam, oan cho em. Ai hong cho anh ung hoi nao au? Lang Du bc tc thieu ieu chi the. Han la ln len: - Co cho sao kep... cng ngat vay? Luc bay gi Heo May cung la ln khong kem e giai toa noi oan c: - Tai v ... em co thang. A, ra the. Lang Du cht hieu. Han noi vi nang bang mot giong nhe nhang hn: - Co thang th cung noi cho ngi ta biet vi ch. - Anh au co hoi au ma em t nhien noi. Lang Du va nhet lai so tien vao tui va hoi Heo May: - Co thang ... roi ... chng nao dt? - Da ... ngay mot. - Vay, ngay mot ti hoc. Mai ngh. Trc khi chia tay, Lang Du om siet lay tam than tron lan cang ay nha song cua Heo May ma hon nang t gia. The roi ai ve nha nay. Ca em hom o, hai ngi chang ai ngu c. Moi ngi mot tam s, moi ngi theo uoi mot y ngh, mot hnh anh. Y ngh th khac nhng hnh anh th that kha giong nhau. o la cai not "Si". Tri cho moi ngi mot phan so. Ma cai so cua hai ngi la phai i oi vi nhau mi kha c. That vay, ch sau ba thang an roi ... ong ca tap dt, Lang Du va Heo May bat au ra quan. Buoi trnh dien au tien a gat hai c thanh cong ngoai sc tng tng cua hai ngi. Trong khi Lang Du om an oan oai, so lo bat ke tri at th Heo May cung bieu dien cai giong ca thien phu, vt thi gian, vt khong gian va vt luon ca "bc tng am thanh" cua nang. Heo May va hat va nhay nh con choi choi. Bc chan nang i en au, khan gia gao thet len en o. Heo May cang hng ch. Nang vung tay a chan nh mot vo s Thieu Lam ang bieu dien mua quyen. Heo May co biet au. S d thien ha la het ien cuong nh the la v trong luc nang qua say sa anh a, chiec minijupe a rach toac mot ng dai, loi han chiec quan x lp trang a vang o, rach may lo bang au ngon tay. Cuoc i bao gi cung ba chm bay noi. Co le hai ngi eu loi gioi nen noi ao ao. Ten tuoi cua oi danh tai Lang Du va Heo May ngay cang i sau vao quan chung. Ni nao co chang la co nang. Hai ngi nh bong vi hnh. Anh au th em o.
Nhng cuoc i khong em a troi nh Lang Du mong i. Vao mot ngay tri u am, Heo May bao cho ngi tnh biet la nang va c mi i ong phim. Lang Du hot hoang phan oi: - Khong, i mnh la e cong hien cho am nhac. Anh khong thch ien anh. Anh khong nhan li. Heo May phan tch cham rai: - Ngi ta mi em ch co mi anh au ma anh phan oi d vay. Heo May cung nh bao nhieu ngi khac. Ai lai khong muon tr thanh tai t ien anh. Tai t dau sao nghe cung oai hn danh ca ch. Nang noi bang mot giong cng quyet: - Em a nhan li ngi ta roi. Lang Du hot hoang: - Nh vay roi mai mot anh hat vi ai? - Anh hat vi ai th ... ke anh ch. Lang Du long lon len nh mot con thu d. Chang ta trn mat hach hoi: - Em ... dam noi chuyen vi anh nh vay ha? Heo May tnh b: - Co cai g au ma hong dam. Anh la cai g cua tui... ma tui hong dam. Lang Du gian tm mat may. Chang a bo bao nhieu cong lao e day do, huan luyen, lang xe nang mi co c ngay hom nay. Vay ma bay gi nghe li thang mac dch mac toi nao mi i ong phim nang lai tr mat mot cai ret. Lang Du bang nhe giong: - Em phai ngh ti tng lai s nghiep hai a ch ? - Anh co tng lai cua anh. Em co tng lai cua em. Manh ai nay lo. X t do ma. Lang Du chu het noi, ben tro cai giong ke cong ra mong nang thng tnh: - Cong lao anh day do bay lau. Chang le ch v mot ao anh ma em ap o het sao em? Heo May tra li giong ieu vo cung ... dan chi: - Anh ng ke cong, ke n ra ay. Anh ngh coi, Anh day tui mot ngay hong ti mot tieng ma anh bat tui nam nga cho anh nac mot ngay 3, 4 cai. Cha ke luc buon, anh con bat tui ... bu cac. Neu hong co tui, anh i chi . Th hoi mot ngay ton bao nhieu? Lang Du het y kien. Chang ngh tham "no noi cung ung thiet". Neu chang lam gang len, tc nc th v b. Heo May bo chang i luon th chang ... bo me. Ai them keu chang i "show" na. Roi tien au ma tra tien nha, tien an. Ch co cai xe th cung chnh Heo May ng ten. Nang ra i th Lang Du ch co nc moc khuc hot dog len ma gam tiep. Sau mot luc suy ngh thiet hn, Lang Du noi giong yeu xu: - Chng nao th ... bat au ong? - Em a th 'tet" roi. Th hai bat au. Heo May vao phong nam suy ngh, bo mac Lang Du nam mot mnh ngoai sofa ang tc ... dai. Nang khong ng cuoc i nang lai may man en nh the. Heo May sinh ra trong mot gia nh ngheo kho. Cha me khong nuoi noi, phai bo nang vao vien mo coi luc Heo May va tron mot tuoi. Nam len mi, tnh c co mot phai oan ngi Phap ghe tham Viet Nam. Ho en vieng trai mo coi, va mot ngi trong bon ong long xin nhan nang lam con nuoi, roi lo cho nang ve Phap. Co le nh hap phong tho. Lai nh song ngay tai Paris, chiec noi van hoa cua the gii. Heo May sm phat trien t the xac en tam hon. Mi 14 tuoi ma nhn than hnh nang la muon ham. Tam hon Heo May that lang man.
Nang ch m c en nhng thang Tay mui lo. Ban tnh cua Heo May la vay. C cai g ... lo la nang thch lam. Vao mot ngay ba me nuoi i vang. Heo May i tam. Nang lam bo quen khan tam, anh phai nh ong cha nuoi em vo gium. Nhn a con nuoi mn mn, vu t ngon ngon trc mat, ong Tay gia chu het noi.
Tay chan run lay bay, va ong ta te sap. Vo tnh, con cu cng ngac cua ong xoc thang vao lon, lam rach man trinh cua Heo May. Ke t hom o, c moi lan ba me nuoi i vang, la Heo May lai ... quen khan. Heo May moi ngay mot o da tham tht. Vu t n nang thay ro. Con ong Tay gia th cang ngay cang top lai. Nhng thay oi o khong qua mat c ba me nuoi. Chang them noi mot tieng, ba am tham ch dp thuan tien tong nang i cho khuat mat. Nhan dp co thang chau t My qua chi. Ba am gia cap cho hai a i chi chung. en ngay thang chau tr ve, ba xui Heo May i theo qua chi cho biet x My. Ba am gia con to mot c ch ep mua cho nang mot cai ve may bay ... "one way". Heo May va i, ba voi vang gop o ac ... don nha, oi luon so ien thoai. Ve en My, thang kia cho Heo May ri ngay lap tc e i vi con ao con ang trung hoc cua no. Ngay qua Phap, co nang th han chi cho buon vay thoi. Ai bieu i theo ve ay th rang ma chu. Mac m g en no. Thay My vui hn Phap, Heo May cung chang mang en chuyen tr ve. e giai quyet van e an , Heo May lam cho nha hang bia om mot thi gian. Nh vay nang e danh c mot so tien lam von, va gap chang nhac s Lang Du. Heo May khong phu nhan cong n cua han. Cung nh han ma nang tr thanh danh ca an khach. Nhng neu bo han e tr thanh mot ai tai t th dai g hong bo. Va lai, cong lao Lang Du cung a c nang en bu xng ang roi. Coi nh song phang. Cang suy ngh, Heo May cang thay la mnh quyet nh rat ung. Lng tam nang khong he can rt. Heo May thiep i trong giac ngu nhieu mong ep. Bat au t hom o, Lang Du khong dam nhan i "show" na. Han t biet tai mnh ca khong hay, tieng an nghe cung d... Nhng han noi tieng la v i cap vi Heo May. Bay gi hong co Heo May, chang le han hat be mot mnh, khong co giong ca chnh. C sang sang, mot chiec Mercedes en bong en rc Heo May i mai en toi khuya mi tha ve. Lang Du nam mot mnh em th TTKh ra ma than than trach phan. Toi van i ben canh cuoc i Ai an lat leo vi ao toi ... Han ngam th cho buon, tui. Ch that s th t luc i ong phim, Heo May co cho han "cht" cai nao au ma "ai an lat leo." Lang Du tc lam, nhng han lay t cach g e c n ay. Han song vi nang ca nam nay, tha biet Heo May co cai mau dam. Moi toi hong chi la ngu hong c. Ma nang hong ngu th han ng co mong nham mat. Vay ma hom nay, i thi thoi ma ve en nha la nang leo len ging ngu vui. Chang them ngo ngang g en han.
Co em "va" qua, Lang Du mo vo tnh kiem an, b Heo May c n hong cho. Chang anh phai ca bai con ca no song v nc. Anh song c la ... nh em. Em ma hong cho anh "cht", anh bop dai anh chet. Thay toi nghiep, Heo May thng tnh tuot quan cho han chi. Nhng nang giao ket: - Cai n an tnh coi nh em a tra anh xong het roi. ng oi hoi na. Anh phai ... cai i. - Cai th cung t t. Ai cung vay, giam dan roi mi dt han ch. - Anh noi vay cung c. Tuan au em cho anh chi... ba ngay mot cai. Tuan ke em cho anh chi sau ngay mot cai. Xong roi dt luon, c cha? Ket qua, co con hn khong. Han gat au lia la. Trong bung Lang Du tha biet la vi cai mau dam cua Heo May. Nang khong cho han chi, co ngha la suot ngay a co thang nao chi roi. Biet vay nhng han van chep mieng noi tham: "Thoi ke me no. C chi trc roi tnh sau." Tham thoat a hai tuan le troi qua, Lang Du coi lch, hnh nh han ch con chi c mot cai na la coi nh ... cai luon. Heo May th i suot ngay. Co luc nang i en hai ba ngay lien mi ve mot lan. Tnh trang nay coi nh nc a ti chan. Tnh g phai tnh le le, khong th coi nh hong kp. Han goi phone long distance, hoi lai ngi ban than mot lan na cho chac chan: - May co chac la chi nh vay la no ... tan i khong? Ngi ban ca quyet: - Chac ch sao khong. Tao bao am vi may. Tao a chng kien nhieu vu roi. Lang Du yen ch. May hom nay trong au han ve ra mot ke hoach tra thu khung khiep. Han a do hoi ky nhieu ni. Mot ngi ban a ve mot phng phap tham hiem cho han. Ho co dan ky la ch co con nao ma han cam thu ghe gm lam mi phai dung phng phap o thoi. Han th thu Heo May qua c roi. Giet c nang han cung dam giet ch ng noi chi chuyen cho nang tan i. Theo ke hoach, lan cuoi cung c Heo May cho "cht" trc khi cai han. Han se s vuot, liem bu u moi kieu cho nang that hng, cho mep lon cung nh ca t cung n rong ra. Roi han se am tham nhet mot cuc a phien nho xu vao au cu va ut sau vao lon nang. Khi han xuat tinh, tinh trung se ay luon cuc a phien vao sau trong t cung. Ke t luc o, cuoc i Heo May coi nh vt i. Nang i en au, mui hoi thui se boc theo o. Ruoi nhang bay theo nm np, khong thuoc thang nao tr khoi. Lang Du tan man lay cuc a phien han a nh mua may hom trc ra coi lai. Mieng mm ci ac y. Cai em hanh ong a ti. Lang Du va non nao va hoi hop, ch i. Mi gi, roi mi mot gi. Mai en moi hai gi Heo May cung van cha ve. Lang Du sot ruot i ra i vo ca em, khong ngu c. Ca ngay hom sau cung chang thay Heo May ve. Lang Du cang ien tiet len. Nhng en khoang 9 gi toi th chiec Mercedes en au ngay trc ca. Bo Heo May xuong roi chiec xe phong i ngay. Ch nang vao phong tam ra xong xuoi, Lang Du bc vao tren tay cam cuc a phien. Han cha kp noi g th Heo May a noi trc: - Em chuan b i Hawaii lien bay gi. o at em xong het roi. Lang Du hot hoang: - Em i roi ... chng nao em ve? - Cung hong biet na. Chac lau lam. Thc hien mot cuon phim chng vai ba nam la chuyen thng. Heo May ngng mot lat, roi nang noi tiep: - A, con nha ca em cung thanh toan xong roi. Cuoi tuan nay anh don ra e ngi khac vo . Tien deposit th anh c lay, cat i ma xai ... Lang Du gian run len. Nhng van rang gi bnh tnh e thc hien ke hoach: - Lam g lam, em cung phai cho anh ... "cht" cai chot ch. Mnh a giao hen roi ma? N tai t Heo May lac au quay quay. Va xach va li len, nang noi: - Em vi anh het roi. Con vui sng g na ma "cht" vi chot. Lang Du van nai khan khoan: - Mot lan na thoi. Lan cuoi cung ma em... Heo May van lac au. Nang moc bop thay cho Lang Du t giay 100 o. Roi va bc ra ca va noi: - Anh i ... chi i. Chiec Mercedes mau en tr ti, rc Heo May xong, lao vut ve hng phi trng. Lang Du ban than ngo theo. Tnh yeu a chap canh roi. Han chang con g ngoai t giay 100 nang va th cho va cuc a phien tren tay. Lang Du ngoi tram ngam suy ngh: - a khong co dp banh lon no ra ma nhet, th nhet ai vao t mnh cho roi. a l thui th cho no thui luon.
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Chuyen Ngi Con Gai Ten Thu
Thu t Can Th len Sai Gon lap gia nh luc 20 tuoi. Lay chong c 6 thang, ngay 30 thang 4 nam1975, Sai Gon b tiep thu. Sau o chong nang b a i cai tao. Thu nghe ngi nay ngi no ban dan ban hoi o at qui ga va n trang e chay chot , ut lot cho can bo phng khom vi hy vong lo cho chong tr ve. en khi khong con tien cua va tieu tan het tai san ma chong th van i biet tch. Thu mon moi ch i chong gan nh ien loan a may lan toan t t. Cuoi cung Thu ban can nha ch Ba Chieu. Nang troi ve Giong-Ong-To ngoai thanh Sai Gon va tau c can nha nho ngay pha sau ngha trang Nguyen Van Troi.
Thu mua ban ve chai va giay vun song qua ngay. Mai toc dai Thu a cat ngan i, lan da trang cua Thu a tr nen sam nang, mong tay mong chan nang khong con sn phet nh xa na. Tuy song lam lu, nhng Thu khong the nao che dau c mot than hnh manh khanh, dong dong cua mnh. Khi Thu quay cai ganh ve chai len vai bc i, th oi mong tron nun nuc van veo theo moi bc chan cua Thu. Neu nhn Thu t pha trc th khong tranh khoi cap ngc to bau bnh va cai eo nho nhan.
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Chieu nay ten cong an khu vc em mot xap giay t en nha Thu. Han la ten can bo gia t mien Bac vao. Han ngoi xuong ghe roi a cap mat cu vo nhn xoi moi can nha. Thu ai ngai len tieng:
"Mi bac Sau dung nc !, a tha co chuyen g ma bac ti nha con vay"
Ten can bo gia nhe cai ham rang vang khoi thuoc, ci he he roi noi:
" , toi can bo tuc ho s cua chong co."
Han tham van roi bien bien chep chep vao giay t. Thu ngoi xuong tra li nay no gan hai tieng ong ho mi xong. Trc khi ra ve han noi:
"Toi co the giup co lo cho chong co ve. Co can gi kn mieng ay."
"Da , tram s nh bac Sau, neu khong nhieu tien th con co the lo"
"c lam, chieu mai toi en ban vi co "
Ten can bo gia i roi, Thu mng nh m c trong bung. Hn mot nam roi Thu khong co hy vong g ve viec chong mnh. Nang xuong bep khieng may cai lo qua mot ben , ao may cuc gach len. Thu kiem iem lai tai san. Nang cat hai mieng vang tr lai, roi can than lap dat lai, lay may cuc gach e len roi khieng may cai lo at e len tren.
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Hom nay Thu khong i mua ve chai. Ca ngay Thu bon chon lo lang. Nang don dep nha cua cho gon ge. Khoang 8 gi toi th ten can bo en. Han cam mot ong giay t e tren ban roi ngoi xuong ghe. Thu ngoi oi dien, nang cung a e san lon bia va mot da tht heo quay tren ban. Han khong e y en viec an uong ma vo e ngay:
"Tnh ra th trong ba nam qua chong co a hoc tap rat tot. Toi co the e ngh an xa va co the xin cho anh ay ve nha cuoi nam nay"
Thu mng muon khoc. Len tieng nghen ngao:
"Da , con nh tat ca vao bac Sau, rang giup con, bao nhieu con cung rang lo"
Ten can bo, nghiem net mat lai:
"Toi khong can tien"
Thu ang hoang mang th han noi tiep:
"Toi giup co chuyen nay th toi can co giup toi lai mot chuyen khac"
"Da tha bac , chuyen g a."
"Khong dau g co, Toi ch can co thu dam cho toi mot lan. Co khong mat mat g au. neu co khong thch th cung khong sao."
Thu te ng ngi. Khong biet phai tra li lam sao, cuoi au khong dam nhn ten can bo. Tam trang nang hon on. Bau khong kh tr nen im lm. Mot luc sau, ten can bo co le hi ngng, han len tieng:
"The th khong sao, co dng ngai, coi nh khong co g xay ra. Thoi toi ve nhe"
Thu khong tra li, ten can bo t t thu xep giay t roi ng len, i ra ca. Mot cu xoc manh, Thu tnh hon lai. Nang lay het can am chay theo ra goi ten can bo:
"Bac Sau !, bac Sau !"
Ten can bo quay au lai nhn Thu. Thu nhe nhang gat au roi i vo nha. Ten can bo gia tr vo ngoi ben len tren ghe. Thu ngoi ben han, han tuot khoa keo quan, cam tay Thu nhet vo. Thu giat mnh khi cham en khuc tht nong nong a cng cng len t hoi nao. Nang cam thay ho then khi cam lay dng vat cua ten can bo gia ang tuoi bo mnh. a gan ba nam roi Thu khong va cham vi an ong. Thu quay au cho khac , tay cam lay dng vat han ma lam nhiem vu.
Thu vuot ngc dng vat han len roi vuot suoi dng vat han xuong luc manh luc nhe. Ten can bo gia ngoi tran ra o, lim dim mat thng thc ban tay nam ngon cua Thu. Dng vat cua han bay gi th cng nh khuc go. Thu tiep tuc vuot len va vuot xuong theo chieu dai cua cay batong tht o. Ten can bo gia bat au ren trong hong. Thu co cam giac la dng vat han a cang qua o. Thu lien sut thiet la le va bop thiet la manh. Han mat ha hoc mieng, ngi rung len ban bat. Dng vat han giat giat lien hoi, roi han ban manh tinh kh ra ay quan.
Thu khoa ca lai tr vo nha ngoi t l. Trong luc vuot bop cu cua ong Sau, Thu cam thay mnh may nong ran, co phan thch thch, va nang cung a tuon nc nhn ra ay quan. Chnh nang cung khong biet tai sao la mnh lai co cam giac kch dam o. Nang thay ho then trong long.
Nhng roi Thu lai co cam giac la nao nc va xon xao, t nhien nang them thuon sinh ly mot cach ky la. Lau lam roi Thu a quen han i cai cam giac nay. Thu lay tay ang xoa bop hai au vu cho a them.
Khong kh oi bc cua mua he lam Thu chay mo hoi nhe nhay. Nang ci bo phat het quan ao, ngoi tran truong tren nen nha gach cho mat roi t mnh thu dam. Thu keo tht cua hai mep lon rong ra cho cai mong oc troi ra ngoai. Nang kheu nhe len mong oc, roi dung ngon cai va ngon tro r va bop chung quanh o. Thu cam nhan la rat me ly , nang tiep tuc vo ve cai mong doc cho ti luc at ti khoai cam roi ngng mot chut.
Thu dung hai ngon tay xoa tron mong oc luc nhanh luc cham luc manh luc nhe . Nang nham mat lai , ren trong co hong. Roi Thu chum ba ngon tay lai t t at vao ben trong am ho. Thu bat au nay mong len ao ao trong khi dung tay thuc vao va rut ra am ho. Ch trong choc lat Thu lan ra san nha phe nh ang lam tnh vi ai vay. Thu nh a at ti khoai cam e me roi , nang rut keo tay ra khoi am ho, roi co hai chan cha sat hai ui lai vi nhau . Nang lam nh vay mot hoi rat lau. Nc nhn ra rat nhieu t dam hai ben hang Thu.
Nh b oi bung lau ngay mi c an, Thu i xuong bep tm lay mot trai chanh. kep no gia hai ui. Thu kem hai chan sat lai, ep manh ui cho trai chanh co sat vao mong oc . Thu tha long hai ui ra cho trai chanh vot ra chut, roi lai ep manh hai ui cho trai chanh an vao tren mong oc. Nang c lam nh the cho ti luc nang nh hoang dai len. Thu ngoi banh hai chan ra lay tay nhet trai chanh cho chui tot vao trong am ao, roi kep xoan hai chan lai. Thu lim dim mat ma ren hu hu .
Van cha thoa man, Thu lai xuong bep nhn mot vong tm xem co cai g co the tr giup nang trong cn san khoai nay. Thu nhn thay trai da leo, nang chup lay, tr len nha , nam ra dai ra gat mot chan len ghe. Thu nhet trai da that sau vao trong am ao. Sau o nang ngoay ti ngoay lui trai da leo o trong ca mnh. Thu rut trai da ra , ay trai da vao cho no trt ti trt lui trong t cung nang. Thu va lam va ren thong thiet. Mot tay Thu di ong trai da ra vao am ao eu an. Cung mot luc Thu dung tay kia vuot se cai mong oc cua mnh. Thu b kch thch qua thu roi, nang rt len tng hoi. Thu sng lam. Nang at khoai cam qua cao roi.
Thu ngay ngat , tng chng khong chu noi s khoai cam tot cung, ma lau lam roi nang quen mat i.
Mot tuan sau lao can bo gia tr lai nha Thu. Han om theo mot ong giay t va tren tay con cam theo mot 1kg ng ma han lanh c phng hoi chieu. e may th o tren ban, han ci noi;
"Co Thu a, hom nay toi c mot ky ng, toi khong dung ng nhieu, nen xin bieu co "
"Cam n bac, con khong dam nhan au"
"O co g au co, toi khong dung th co dung vay, ng co ngai nhe, co khong nhan toi buon o "
Thu anh mien cng nhan roi noi;
"Vay thanh that cam n bac, mi bac ngoi"
Lao gia noi ngay ve van e chong cua Thu:
"Toi bao cho co 1 tin mng, Toi a gi ho s xin an xa cho chong co i roi. Trng ban quan tr trai cai huan la ban than cua toi. Toi se co gang, chac chan la se tot ep thoi. C tin toi i."
Thu mng vui han len;
"oi n bac! oi n bac! tram s nh bac ca."
"Khong co chi, a nay, co can ky ten vao ay nhe."
Thu bc qua trc han roi vui mng cuoi xuong ky ten vao ong giay t tren ban. Ten can bo gia ang dng sau lng Thu, noi mau de , gia v nga vao ngi Thu roi te xuong. Han keo Thu nga theo han xuong di at.
Thu hoang hon nhng roi lay lai bnh tnh. Thu biet la lao gia muon kiem chuyen, Nang t nhu "Neu han muon thu dam na th mnh c thoa man cho han, dau sao th mnh cung khong mat g". Thu len tieng hoi trc e han khoi ngai:
"Bac Sau ne, bac muon con thu dam cho bac khong ?"
Ten can bo gia ci roi gat au. Lan nay han khong keo khoa keo quan xuong ma tuot het quan ngoai quan trong ra. Han nam tran truong dai ra at, Thu ngoi ke ben bat au cam dng vat han ma suc. Thu khong con thay ngai ngung nh lan trc. Nang va bop cu, suc cu cho han va nhn am am vao cai dng vat han.
Bat thnh lnh Han chom day e Thu nga nga ra, xe bt tung nuc ao cua nang. Thu v l enh nen b han giat phang cai ao ba ba ngc ra sau. Thu co tranh ne ma cap vu nang qua to nen no n nho len, luc lac qua lai trong luc nang chong c . Han dung sc de len ngi Thu roi cui xuong liem vao hai bau vu cua Nang. Thu khong muon la v nang biet la cung vo t ma thoi. Lao can bo ngam num vu Thu hon mut chun chut. Nang tc gian en tuon trao nc mat. Thu chong choi mot cach yeu uoi, roi nang yeu dan .. yeu dan. Cuoi cung Thu nam yen xoay hai tay.
Thay Thu nam yen, lao can bo keo tuot cai quan ba ba ra, roi tuot luon cai quan lot ra khoi ngi nang. Thu nam tran truong, Han c tiep tuc hon ht Thu. Cai dng vat cng va nong cua han c co quet tren than the nang. Thu bat au b kch thch, mot cam giac buon tuoi va han nhng lai e me va te dai ang en vi Thu. Nang khong con chong na ma c nam yen ra o e han bu liem khap ni.
Han liem het ben nay vu en vu ben kia. Han ha to mom, ngam tron vu Thu ma mut chun chut. Thu khong con t chu na, mot cam giac me ly a lan tran khap than the nang. en nc nay roi Thu khong con chong c g na, a l roi. Thu nham mat lai khong nhn Lao can bo, nang co tng tng ra la chong cua nang ang bu liem nang.
Lao can bo t t chuyen xuong pha di, dung li liem bung roi nut lo run Thu. Thu chu khong noi cai nhot va cai rn rn o, nang thot bung xuong roi bau hai tay lai, dng nh Thu ren len nho nho. Han a ban tay r vao gia hai hang Thu, lan theo hai b mu cua am ho. Roi Han banh rong hai b mu lon nang ra, Thu a tuon nc nhn ra ay, han cuoi xuong liem lach bach nh vt uong nc. Thu bat ra tieng keu v cai sung sng e me ang lam nang quu ca ngi.
Han c liem nh the lau lam, Thu ren len tng chap, va rt len tng hoi. Han lai Han banh rong hai b mu lon cua Thu ra. Ben trong la mot mieng tht o hon, nc nhn nhn uc uc c tiep tuc tiet ra. Han chum ba ngon tay roi cha thang vao gia hai ben mep am ho. Thu rt len, han keo tay ra, roi an manh vao, Thu lai rt len na. C the ma han lam, Thu ren rt, oan oai, quu tay quu chan lai.
Thu sng len , e me len , quen i la mnh ang b hiep. Lao can bo rut tay ra roi ap mom vao am ho Thu ma mut nh ieu o na. Thu ang dang rong hai chan ra, e han tha ho ma i ng mieng. Thu phai cong nhan la li lao can bo rat la ieu luyen. Han ra li xung quanh am ao, choc thang vao, liem i liem lai cai mong doc, li han xoay i xoay lai, thut vao thut ra, liem sach nc nhn chun chut.
Thu ngay ngat nam thu hng gan nh me lm i. Nang nh ang bong benh tren may gio. Lao can bo say sa, liem cang nhanh, bu that manh. Thu van nham mat ma mieng th ren h khong ngng. Nang giat phang phang moi khi han nut manh cai mong doc cua nang. Am ho cua Thu bay gi ang noi cang phong len trong to han ra nh sap v tan vay . Chan tay Thu th run run theo s khoai cam. Thu cha tng c liem mut ca tieng ong ho nh vay, nang te dai th ca ngi ra.
Lao can quay tr len ngc Thu, liem nut va can cap nhu hoa to tron cua Thu mot lan na. Thu n ngc len mi moc . Han bu vu Thu mot luc lau, roi chuyen lai xuong am ho nang . Bay gi th am ho nang t nhem nhep va sng vu len. Am hach loi ra nho len cao gia hai mep am ho o hong. Han lai liem vao am hach nang lam Thu rung mnh, ren len v sng qua. Han liem doc theo chieu dai cua ng ranh roi liem xung quanh hai b mep am ho. Nc t trong am ho Thu lai tiep tuc chay, ban vao mieng han tng t. Thu khong chu noi na, ren rong len roi tum lay toc lao can bo an manh vao am ho mnh.
Tri i ! sao ma sung sng qua vay. Thu ren len ... ! Ngi nang nay nay len theo cai li quai chieu cua lao can bo. S sung sng cua Thu bay gi vo cung manh liet. Nang khong km ham than the c na, t no , khi th no lan lon, khi th no on eo, khi th no giat phang phang .... Co luc ca ngi Thu an, tay chan s soang, than xat ru ri ra... cai li quai ac ay van khong ngng, Thu xuat kh ra am e...Co luc Thu sung sng qua , nang thet to len, quan quai nh con trung b nc soi.
Giong Thu nh tat nghen, nang co ngi nay len ren r:" Bac .. sau ! ... Bac sau ! ... thoi .. thoi ... i ...bac ..".
Lao can bo ngoi cam lay dng vat cng ngac cua mnh cha vao am ho ang cang o cua Thu an manh. Thu re len mot tieng het xe tri "Aaaa". Han tiep tuc nhp len nhp suong tren am ho Thu. Hai tay e tren hai vu cang phong, chac nch ang sang cng cua nang ma bop manh. Thu ngay ngat trong s khoai lac tot nh. Toan than nang t ke toc, ngon chan en cac bap tht eu run cam. Thu c rt len v sung sng.
Thu th hon hen , trong khi cai dng vat cua han c nhap nho trong cai ho tham cung am ap. S ngay ngat cua Thu gia tang cao o. Lao can bo dap len dap xuong lien tuc, mat Thu tai xanh co the nang sng qua , Thu th khong ra hi.
Lao can bo rut cu ra, Thu c dp ngh met mot chut xu. Roi Han vac hai chan Thu len vai, xoc oi mong tron tra len, vong hai tay om chat ui, roi lai nhet cai dng vat vao am ho Thu. Han c nhap ra nhap vao mai ... luc nay Thu cam thay te dai tat ca moi ni tren c the. Thu sng vo cung, rn ngi len can vao vai lao can bo.
Lao can bo lat Thu nam sap lai, keo chong mong Thu len cao roi thoc cai khuc tht cng vao t phia sau. Han c rut cu han ra roi lai an manh vao am ho nang ao ao nh vu bao. Thu khong con biet mnh la ai na, nang la bai bai. Thu nay ngi day roi lai vat xuong. Thu khong biet lao can bo thuc ra thuc vo am ao mnh bao lau roi ma mat Nang a dai i, chan tay nang a run bay bay , mieng th ha hoc ra.
Lao can bo nh mot con thu d, va chi Thu han va nam toc nang gat manh. Han ay manh, cu han chuoi lut can sau trong t cung nang. Thu u trong hong roi th doc. Han gi chat toc Thu cho co t the, han rut cu ra that le , xong roi ay cu vao that manh. Thu ru len au n, nhng trong cai au o nang cam thay sng te. Lao can bo gia van hung huc thuc .
Lao can bo van con sung lam, Han lai lat nga Thu ra tren nen nha, banh toac hai chan nang ra na. Roi han lai nhet cai dng cu o vao am ho Thu. Thu ha hoc mieng, quang quai ren siet di nhp thuc cua Han . Thu th khong ra hi, nang la het , rong rt len. Thu nh muon ngat i.
Lao gia nhap nh vu bao, roi han guc len ngi Thu, om g chat nang, ngi han giat manh may cai roi lien tiep ban ra nhng tia trung tinh nong hoi vao tan t cung Thu. Thu cong ngi lai, het re len "aaah aah aah..". Lao t t tuot con cu ra khoi Thu, roi buong nang nga nga. Thu gan ngat xu, chat nhn cua Thu va tinh kh cua lao gia oa ra ben hai mep lon Thu ...
Thu nam dai ngi ra san nha, d am cua cuoc bao dam vu bao con xot lai, c vai ba phut th ngi nang giat phang len. B lao gia quan quat gan 2 tieng ong ho, Thu sng qua, nang cha bao gi c sng nh vay.
Sau vai lan lam tnh vi lao can bo th nhuc duc cua Thu hoi sinh tr lai. Nang bat au ghien mon li ho phap cua lao gia roi. Nhng lao ta ch ghe nha Thu va ngu lai o mot tuan co mot lan ma thoi. Do o Thu co ghien th cung khong biet lam sao !. Co may lan Thu muon t mnh thu dam lay, nhng roi nang ngh la khong tot nen khong dam thu dam.
Mot tuan ch co mot lan, nen moi khi lao xuat hien th Thu co gang tan hng tng giay tng phut cua cai duc vong ang day vo the xac nang. Thu rat thch c bu liem, cang lau cang tot. Nang cung nhan thay la ng li cua Lao gia vo cung li hai. Nhat la moi khi han keo hai mep am ho nang cho rong ra roi liem nut tat ca nhng g ben trong o, Thu cam thay e me va te tai en chn tng may. Nang thng nham mat nam yen va dang rong hai chan ra ma thng thc.
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Thu khong con i mua ban ve chai giay vun na. Thu a lam trng phong ban phan phoi nhu yeu pham trong phng. c s yem tr cua lao can bo, Thu thao tung hp tac xa, nang toan quyen trong viec phan phoi lng thc. Thu tr nen co tien co bac va co a v.
Mot buoi chieu Thu i lam hp tac xa ve, va m ca th co tieng goi "Thu, em ". Thu quay au lai, Nang giat mnh khi thay Khoa (chong Thu) . Thu va mng va hoang hot;
"Anh !, anh mi c tha ve ha? "
Khoa a tay len che mieng roi keo Thu vo nha:
"Xt, ng co noi ln , anh vt trai tron ve. Anh theo cai a ch tren th cua em en ay. Anh tm ca ngay nay mi ra o."
Thu run len bay bay, khoa cua lai roi loi Khoa vo nha trong.
"Tri at, anh a .. em ang lo chay cho anh , anh tron ve the nay th chet ca am o .."
Thu va Khoa om nhau na khoc na ci. Roi Khoa i tam ra cho sach se, trong khi o th Thu ngoi th ra va lo va mng.
Khoa tam xong roi tran truong i ti cho Thu ang ngoi. May nam roi han khong gan an ba. Nhn Thu ngi Khoa nong ran len , con cu dng cng cha thang ra ve pha trc. Khoa hon cham lay v. Thu hieu y, nang thay toi nghiep cho chong, Thu qui xuong cam con cu cho vo mieng mut, Khoa nham mat lai ren h h lien lap tc. Con cu Khoa t t ln va cng hn. Thu mut nhe nhe tren au khat roi can nhe, roi ngam tron cai thoi tht o vao mieng ma mut chun chut.
Khoa lim dim mat , chang ng chum nam au ngon chan lai va t chang th git git . Cha ay 3 phut ma s sng ngat dang trao khap chau than cua Khoa. Chang dang chan rong ra , nga au ra sau hng thu cai tuyet nh cao o o. Them hai phut na Khoa ru hai mong run mnh xuat kh ao ao vo trong mieng Thu. Thu giat mnh "sao le vay !" nang va t nhu va keo con cu Khoa ra khoi mieng th Khoa lai tiep tuc ban them mot loat kh na. Tinh trung trang uc bay ay tren mat , mui, toc, tai cua Thu.
Hom sau Thu khong i lam, nang nha ca ngay nau nng tam bo cho Khoa. T sang cho ti chieu Thu va Khoa an uong roi lam tnh, lam tnh roi lai an uong. Ca hai eu khat khao duc vong kha lau nen ho lam tnh ca ngay roi ma khong biet met. Tnh ra co en bon lan roi. Ho trong nha , tran truong nh nhong, giong nh ang song tren mot hoang ao khong co ngi.
Va mi an cm chieu xong, Khoa lai noi hng na , Chang nhao ti om chat lay Thu roi hon ti tap len mat nang. Khoa s soang cap vu Thu, roi dung li ra len ra xuong mot hoi tren hai au vu hong non na. Hai au vu Thu o ng len , ngi nang bat au nong ran . Thu om Khoa roi at nhng cai hon nong bong len moi chang .
Luc nay duc vong hai ngi dang cao d doi va cc o. Thu mut that manh that cuong loan. Con Khoa th cuon li lai xoan vo mieng Thu lam nang ngay ngat, ngi mem nhun ra. Roi Khoa e Thu nga ra san nha , mot lan na Khoa ra moi va li xuong ti ngc Thu liem mut cuon nhiet. Ke en chang ra moi xuong phan di , roi banh rong hang Thu ra xa , Chang ta d nhng mon s trng cua ham rang va li va can nut say sa am ho Thu. Li Khoa bong nhien dng lai ngay tren cai mong oc , roi c dung li ma an ngay tren hot le cua Thu . Thu rt re len , qu hay tay nh ngi ta ang bi nga . Khoa ua gin vi mong oc cua Thu roi bat thnh lnh chot thang chiec li vao gia hai mep am ho nang ma ngoay. Thu ien len , can rang that chat , ong thi hat hat nay nay cai mu lon cho cao len. Khoa chum tay lai thoc vao am ao Thu, lam nang sng muon chay nc mat ra. Khoa lai an manh tay vao lien tuc mot giong dam thuy nc ban ra . Thu ngat len trong cn khoai lac cc o.
en phien Thu , nang xoay ngi lai roi cam lay dng vat cua Khoa ang cha thang ma a vo mieng roi Thu can liem thoi tht o nh ien dai. Hai ngi nam xoay nhau kieu 69. Khoa van tiep tuc bu mut cua mnh Thu mot cach cuong loan. Ho quan qut nhau bu mut u kieu. Khoa ngam lay tron am ho Thu lam nang nhot nhat gan nh tat th, tay chan nang luong cuon len ma cai am ho th co co giat giat lien hoi.
Thu b kch thch qua manh roi. Nang nng len en luc khong chu c na th lay dng vat Khoa nhet manh vao am ao mnh. Khoa nac nhe nhe roi nac lia la, Thu sng cc o , rt len . Thu n am ao len e am dng vat Khoa cam sau vao. Thu la len "Anh , anh .. manh len , manh .. na i anh".
Khoa lat Thu lai chi kieu cho. T sau t Chang banh hai mep am ho Thu ra , roi nhet sut mot cai, th dng vat chang a nam gon trong am ao Thu roi. Thu rung mnh len , co le nang ang sung sng e me en cc o roi. Khoa nac that manh, sang qua sang lai khien dng vat am vao rat la sau tan t cung cua Thu. Thu ren het in oi ca len ! "A a , ah .. ahh a a , ah ahh ". Thu va la va tuong tran nc mat v nang qua e me sung sng. Co le dng vat Khoa cang luc cang to len, Thu cam thay no cng lam ma no cung am sau vao lam . Moi lan Khoa chot no vo lon nang, Thu nhong t cho cao len e an khp vi nhp ieu cua Khoa.
Thu chom day om Khoa vat chang nga xuong roi leo len. Thu ngoi nhom ngi, tay kem dng vat Khoa cho chat cng roi ke vo gia hai mep lon trn trt ma t t ngoi xuong . Thu h huc xang qua xang lai tren ngi Khoa , Khoa th a tay bop vu nang lia la. Thu va ci va nhan mat va th hong hoc. Thu ci manh bao va d tn qua. Khoa phai la len " Em , em.. ngng chut i em, anh sap ra o , ngng chut i em "
Nhng Thu cang xang cho manh , dam kh t trong lon nang tuon ra khong biet bao nhieu ma ke. Tieng bep xep oc oc c keu len eu eu o s co xat cua hai mep lon cua Thu va con cu b cua Khoa .
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Khong thay Thu i lam hom nay, Lao can bo lo lang. Chieu nay Lao lien ghe nha Thu. ng trc cua , lao nh len tieng goi, th nghe tieng Thu la het trong nha. Han nh than lai , tieng la nay nh la tieng la lam tnh ch khong phai tieng la b nan. Lao ghe tai nghe cho ky ! Hm, lai co tieng ren, roi rt , roi la re na. Lao ta gian xam ngi lai. Lao ghe mat qua khe ca nhn. Lao run len , ng nh khong vng na. Lao thay Thu ang ci tren ngi mot thang thanh nien. Thu ang sung sng e me , nga au thng thc. Lao ien len "Con nho nay, may phan ong a, may dam ru trai ve chi , may dam phan ong a ". Lao ghen , ung roi lao ang ghen. "Con phan nghch, ong lo cho may ma may lai phan ong, con phan !".
Ngh ti ay , lao ien tiet len, rut khau sung luc ra. Cam cay sung lm lm tren tay, lao gi chan ap cai ca. "Rramm ..". Cai chot cua ben trong khong chu noi sc ap cua lao, canh ca m bet tung ra.
Thu ang e me, run ri va phe len en tan chn tng may. Nang nh cha tnh han sau tieng ram cua cai ca nga xuong, nang lim dim mat quay co nhn ra ca , thay lao can bo , Thu s ha hoc mieng, th ngay luc o Khoa xuat tinh, ban manh vao t cung Thu. Tuy rang ang hoang hot nhng Thu khong cam noi s khoai lac cua giong tinh trung nong bong ang bay ao trong tan tham cung, Nang het re len "Ao Ao ao ah ahh aa ".
Mat Lao can bo o rc , lao ta bop co sung lien tuc may phat. Thu te xap tren ngi Khoa, mau vang t tung. Lao nham vo ngi Khoa roi bop them nay phat na, Khoa giat giat ngi len roi nam im.
Lao can bo nhn hai t thi tran truong nam tren nhau mot hoi roi lao bo i ra ca
Het
Anh Khoa
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Con Chn Ben o
Ro ma ghim van con hn phan na, con Chn ngc nhn bau tri a ve chieu, khach xuong o a bat au tha tht, con nho nhn lai ro ma ma ngan ngam. Con Chn buon cho than no, phai chi no la con trai, tay chan lanh le th chac khong phai dam ma dai nang em ngay nh vay, no nh ti am thang Sau, thang ba Ga, thang Ut mun, may a no la con trai, tay om thung coc, oi ma van nhay xuong xe o ao ao du la xe ang chay. Chieu chieu ngoi tu tap ben trong quan tra a, chung no em tien, thang nao cung c nam bay chuc ti mot tram, ch rieng mnh con Chn la t khi nao ti c ba chuc, thng ch c mi lam ti hai chuc la kha lam roi. Con Chn chan nan, ngoi bep xuong goc cay ven ng, thung ma ghim at ben canh, mac cho am ruoi vo ve bay ln chung quanh. Con Chn ngh ma thng cho than phan no, ba me no a chet het, e lai hai ch em no tren cai coi i o troc nay. Ba con than thiet cung t t xa lanh no, gia thi buoi cui que gao chau, long nhan ao cung ch co cai gii han cua no. Ho th cho hai ch em no nam ba ky gao roi thoi, ho con phai lo cho an con nheo nhoc cua ho na. Con Chn cung khong buon ve chuyen o, no ch tui cho hai ch em no khong c quan lanh ao ep, hoc hanh nh nhng ngi khac ma thoi. Con Chn ngoi suy ngh van v mot hoi roi cht nh en con Song ch no. No nghe noi hoi me no mi co thai lan au, bac s noi cai thai qua yeu, s h! Me no a khan vai em ngay, en luc sinh ra th a be yeu t nho xu, me no s no chet nen mi at ten cho no la con Song, roi en a th nh tc la no, me no khong biet at the nao cho co van, chang le a trc la Song, a sau la ... Chet, nghe khong c nen ba at ten no la Chn. Song, Chn, nghe cung hay hay ... Con Chn cang nh ti ch no, no cang thac mac, chang biet ch no lam cai giong g ma luc nay t nhien thay ieu han ra, tng ta nay n, ao quan lang con. Chieu chieu con bay at thoa son phan, sn mong tay o chot, i ti na em mi chu ve. May a tui thang Sau, thang ba Ga, hay choc no la con Song i lam ... gai, no cung chang biet i lam gai la cai g, nhng no cung oan hieu mot cach m ho la con Song lam mot nghe g o khong c ang hoang nen ngi ta mi choc gheo. Giong thang Ut mun vang len sau lng lam con Chn giat mnh. - May con nhieu qua vay Chn, a bt phan na e tao i ban phu cho. Con Chn quay lai, thang Ut a ng sau lng no t bao gi. Con Chn cam ong noi: - Ban thay me t sang ti gi ma cha c na thung, con may the nao, bo ban sach het roi ha? Thang Ut tra li giong hanh dien. - Tao ban bon nam thung cung het. Thang Ut ngoi xuong, t ong st bt ma ghim trong thung con Chn qua thung cua no, roi oi len au i thang lai pha may chiec xe o ang ch qua bac. Con Chn nhn theo, long no lang lang mot xuc ong nhe. Trong so nhng a tre buon thung ban bng bac My Thuan nay, con Chn thay thang Ut la de thng nhat, no khong hay choc gheo ngi ta va san sang giup cho may a ban ong canh.
Con Chn ue oai ng day, oi thung ma ghim len au roi lng thng noi got thang Ut i xuong ben. Con Song bieu thang Bay bo no ng ch ngoai au hem, e no vao coi con Chn i ban cha. Sau khi biet chac chan la con Chn a i roi no mi ngoac tay keu thang bo no vo nha roi ong kn canh ca lai. Thang Bay nhao ti om con Song e len ging lien. cai tuoi mi tam, mi chn, mi biet chi, hai a nh hai thoi nam cham, ng gan nhau la ht dnh cng ngac. Thang Bay va hon ma hai tay th c mo mam ben trong lan ao mong cua con Song e man me au vu. Con Song co vung ra nhng khong c, anh phai xuong giong nan n. - T t, e tui ci ao ra a, coi chng rach bay gi. Lam cai g ma nh cho gap ... ct vay. Con Song nam nay a c mi chn, ln hn em no hai tuoi, tuy ngi nho thon nhng cung tng oi co da co tht. T ngay ba me no thay phien nhau qua i. No phai xoay s u nghe e song, t i en gi con cho ngi ta, chuyen qua nghe ganh nc mn, roi i ban bia om ngoai ben bac. Trong thi gian nay no cap bo vi mot thang l xe hay en quan no uong bia. Roi no b pha trinh ngay tren chiec xe o ma thang l toi toi hay ngu e gi xe. Cai giong gai mi ben hi trai, ke t sau cai em hom o, gan nh em nao no cung mo ra cho thang l "dt" no. Tnh ngha ang o man ma th co ngi bao cho chu xe biet, ong ta nam au thang l ap cho mot tran roi uoi no tuot ve Ca Mau, noi nghiep ong cha lam nghe ... p ba kha. Con Song nam nhung nh "ngi tnh tram nam" mot thi gian roi cung nguoi ngoai. No an a quen, nhn khong quen, con Song bat au chieu chieu son phan lang vong vong kiem thang khac. Nay thang nay, mai thang kia, bon con trai ang iem coi no nh mot th bo lac khong hn khong kem. Nhng luc noi hng, tui no xach Honda re re i kiem con Song, em ve thay phien nhau e "lam tht". Luc co tien th cho no vai ba chuc, khong co th thoi, "van nghe" mot buoi cung au co sao. Con Song cung khong oi hoi, cai tuoi nh no, nng ngay nng em, nng ca trong giac ngu, co thang chi la may lam roi. Thang Bay leo len ke moi hon ht mat may no loan xa cho co le roi t t xuong ti cap vu. Gai mi ln co khac, vu con Song du nho nhng tron trnh nh trai cam sanh cat oi up hai ben. Mat thang Bay ke gia hai oi vu con Song ma hon trong khi hai tay no nan bop vu con nho mot cach tho b nh ngi ta ... vat cam. La mot ieu la con Song khong au ma lai cam thay sng te ngi, hai chan no c thay phien nhau co duoi, mot chat nhn t trong lon no a ra lam hai cai chan no c ong co ve nh b vng vu, rt rt. Thang Bay bop vu no chan che roi san tay keo cai goi ben canh chem di xng khu con Song lam ngi no b uon cong len. Chiec mu khum khum lt pht nhng si long en lam con cu thang Bay cng cng len nh ang gian d, san sang am bat c ni nao. Con Song va suyt xoa va ren khi thang Bay xoe ban tay xoa nhe nhe tren mu lon lam nhng si long nh roi lai vi nhau. Con Song a nng lam roi, hai mep lon no a t am nhng khi cu thang Bay ra ra ti mep lon th con Song cung con lam ieu, sang t qua mot ben e ne tranh.
Thang Bay re cu theo th con Song lai sang qua hng khac, lon con Song sang ti au th con cu cng ngac cua thang Bay re theo ti o, giong nh oa hoa hng dng, luc nao cung xoay ve pha mat tri. Thang Bay bc mnh, no khong thch ua gin trong "gi phut thieng lieng", no om ngang eo ech lat sap con Song lai roi quy goi len, xoc hai chan con Song hong len cap vo eo ech no, roi t ang sau, no ut con cu cua no ti. Con Song keu ren nghe that tham thiet, no cang ren thang Bay cang hng ch, con cu dai va to cua no c thut thang canh vao trong lon am a kh cua con Song keu nghe ong oc. Con Song tuy tng ta nho nhan, nhng neu ai ngh no yeu uoi la lam to, mot mnh no a tng au vi bon nam thang la thng. No cung khong hieu tai sao no dam nh vay, nhng he con chi la no con sng, ma luc no sng th kh cua no c am ra hoai nh khong bao gi dt. Thang Bay biet trc nh vay nen buoi chieu trc khi en cho hen vi con Song, no a can than chay ra tiem thuoc bac mua chai "xay-xap-d" ma may thang an anh no day la thoa vo chng mi lam hai chuc phut roi nhap tran la bach chien bach thang, chi cho con Song tn ti gia, chi sao cho ba ngay sau con Song len van con nghe mui ... cac lo. Thang Bay nap a hn mot tieng ong ho roi ma van cha thay nhuc nhch, chang hieu trieu chng nao cho thay la no sap sa xuat tinh, cung may lon con Song lien tuc ra kh lam trn nht cai pt-tong cua thang Bay, ch neu khong th chac la thang Bay phai lot den roi. Thang Bay cam thay hi moi met, no lat ngi con Song nam nga ra roi nam ke xuong mot ben, keo chan con Song ghe qua ngi no, t the nay no co the lon cu t di ma nac len. Con Song hnh nh ra kh a hai ba lan roi, ngi no va ra ri va sung sng, hai mat l , hai tay a len t bop vu no. Thang Bay va nac, va a ngon tay cai nham ngay hot le con Song ma cha long vong, lam con Song ren r, ngi nay nay nh b ien git. en gi phut nay th thang Bay a qua moi met, no muon ra cho roi, nhng con cu no van tr tr nh a, vng nh ong, no nac cham dan roi ngng lai. Con Song that la lung, nay gi no met la nh sap chet, nhn no ma thang Bay cam thay thng hai, nhng khi thang Bay va ngng lai th con Song bat ngoi day leo len mnh no nh mot xac chet va hoi sinh lai, con Song cam cu thang Bay cha thang vao lon no roi t tren ngoi phup xuong keu nghe cai "ot". Thang Bay c nam yen mac cho con Song nhap nha nhap nhom tren mnh no ... Tri chang vang toi th thung ma cua con Chn va thang Ut cung va ban het. Con Chn han hoan cam tien cua thang Ut a cho ma cam n roi rt roi lat at i ve. em hom o, no thay con Song ch no nha, khong i nga nh moi hom, no cung chang e y ti ch no, no ra sau nha vo noi gao bat len bep roi ra song muc nc tam. Thang Ut mun ch ma no va i xong la lon tay vo ket vach moc cai bao tien ra em, tong cong gan chn tram ong, o la so tien ma no a danh dum ca nam nay khong cho me no biet.
T ngay ba no mat i, mot tay no i buon ban ben bac em tien ve nuoi me, nhng khoang thi gian sau nay, ma no mi bat au d que. Ngay nao cung vac cai ban mat xuong xom di ieu binh khien tng, ba me t xac en mc o khong con dom ngo en no na. Thang Ut ngh ma tui than, hai ngi anh cua no a vao lnh va lan lt chet cach ay may nam, no la ut, khong hieu sao nc da no en thui en thui nen hai anh no goi no la Ut mun, riet roi quen, ai cung keu no bang cai ten o, thang Ut cung vui ve chap nhan. oi vi no, Ut mun hay Ut Tra On, Ut Bach Lan cung vay thoi. Ma no c moi lan thua bai la ve hach sach, hoanh he no, thang Ut con nghe ngi ta xam x la hnh nh me no co bo bch lang nhang g vi thang cha chu cha bai na, v vay ma no bat au dau diem tng ong e phong khi can en. Thang Ut goi gon lai goi tien roi ut tr vao cho cu, no nga ngi nam mien man ngh ngi en con Chn. Trong so nhng a con gai buon ban ben bac, thang Ut thay con Chn that de thng, du khong ep lam, nhng con Chn co ve mum mm, luc nao cung a cai mieng co chiec rang khenh ci vi moi ngi du la thung ma ghim van con ay ap. Con Chn khong tranh danh, khong chi bi khach khi ngi ta la ma roi ma khong mua, luc nao no cung am tham vi cai ve chu ng, hien hoa. Thang Ut nh ti cai nc da banh mat cua con Chn, khong biet co phai v giang nang ngay nay qua ngay khac hay khong ma nc da con Chn co cai ve ram ram, nau nau khoe manh, nhat la cap chan dai thon tha cua con Chn trong lp vai quan mong manh. Gap ngay ma, con Chn cuon hai mep lng quan len hai ben e ong quan khoi dnh bun snh lam noi bat cai "mu cao gi cam". Thang Ut cam thay hai ben thai dng giat giat, ngi no lang lang nh say ru, bat cht no lon tay vo quan ui r thang nho ang cuc ca tr mnh. Con Chn nhn so tien tren tay, roi nhn thang Ut no ngac nhien hoi: - Tien g vay? Thang Ut mm ci tra li: - Chn khong can biet, Ut cho th Chn c cat i, tien cua Ut e danh o, hong phai tien an cap an trom g au ma Chn s. Con nho ngai ngung tra lai nhng thang Ut dt khoat bo i, khong cho con Chn co c hoi tra lai tien cho no. Con Chn nhn theo cai tng chac nch cua thang Ut ma long dang len mot cai cam giac kho ta, no muon chay theo a lai, nhng khong hieu sao no van ng yen mot cho noi vi theo. - Toi nay Ut ghe nha chi, Chn se lam cm ai Ut. Thang Ut quay lai nhn no gat au mot cai roi i thang vo quan tra a ben ng. Con Song va i khoi chng na tieng th thang Ut ti. Con Chn a bay san noi canh chua vi hai con ca tre chien vang ben canh to nc mam gng e ai no. Hai a no biet nhau ca chuc nam nay roi, t cai hoi sau bay tuoi cho en cach ay may nam, hai a no cung buon ban trai cay theo mua ben bac, tui no van keu nhau bang may tao, nhng khoang chng vai thang nay, con Chn t nhien nho gio, cao ln, n nang va ep thay ro. am thang Sau, thang Ba ga ban no van thng nhn con Chn mot cach them thuong. Thang Ut cung thay ieu o, no thng tm moi cach e c gan gui con Chn va bat au xng Ut ch khong con may tao na, con Chn cung vay, no a ngh ti an ong t cai hom tnh c ve nha bat gap con Song ch no ang tran truong nam banh cang cho thang con trai nac. Cai hnh anh o a am anh lam no mat ngu nhieu em. Ch cho con Chn don dep xong xuoi, thang Ut ru no ra sau vn ngoi doc b song chi cho mat, con Chn ngoan ngoan nghe theo li, hai a i xuyen qua may cay man xum xue pha sau nha. Thang Ut nam tay con Chn keo ngoi xuong ben canh no, con Chn mac c nhng khong muon rut tay ve, no moi au suy ngh roi hoi thang Ut mot cau cho ngn. - Chn hoi that ch ... tien au ma Ut cho Chn ca tram ong vay. Thang Ut tra li giong hanh dien: - Tien Ut e danh ma sao Chn c hoi hoai. Con Chn van khong chu thoi, hoi tiep: - Ut a e danh sao con a cho Chn chi vay? - Tai Ut ... thng Chn, thay Chn buon ban cc kho ma khong kiem c bao nhieu nen Ut tang Chn e ... ky niem. Va noi no va vong tay om ngang eo ech con Chn keo sat vo ngi no. Con Chn cam ong that s, no cung cam men thang Ut lau roi nen khong phan oi khi thang Ut a tay nang cam no len ma hon vao mat no. Con Chn nham mat lai tan hng cai hon au tien trong i. Thang Ut bao dan hn, hon xuong b moi ang he ra ch i, cai li con Chn t ong le ra e cho thang Ut tha ho ma mut. Thang Ut quynh quang, ay la lan au tien trong i no c om hon mot ngi con gai, hai tay con Chn vong qua au vuot vuot toc thang Ut lam no cang bao dang hn, no nam tay con nho keo xuong roi up gon long ban tay con Chn vao cu no ang nam vat ngc len trong quan ma cha len cha xuong roi noi: - Ut thng Chn lam ... Con Chn mat nham ht lai nh ang tan hng giay phut than tien, no tra li: - Em cung vay ... Tay con Chn van xoay vong vong cho o hoai, thang Ut tay vay no lien a tay xuong m si day nt ra keo manh "phot-m-tuy" xuong, Con Chn cung t t a ban tay vao ben trong quan x lp cua thang Ut ma bop nhe con cu ang cng cng va nong hoi, bong dng no run mnh may cai, co le v ay la lan au tien trong i no mi biet cam cu con trai, con Chn tho the ben tai thang Ut: - ay la lan au tien ma em biet c con cu cua an ong con trai ... anh Ut thay em co bao lam khong? - Em Chn c t nhien i, ba cai vu nay co bao th tot ch co sao em ... Thang Ut noi xong no a tay lan m hang nut bop trc ngc con Chn. Con Chn th hon hen, a tay ra nam lay ban tay cua thang Ut, nhng van e yen ch khong ay ra, trong long con Chn, no va mac c va thch thu vi cai cam giac rn rn sung sng ma lan au tien no c hng. Hai vat ao va bung ra th hai ban tay cua thang Ut a voi va s soang nan bop lam con Ut va kch thch va nhot nen c ruc au vao ngc thang Ut e mac cho hai ban tay no tham hiem tren vung oi nui nhap nho cua c the no. Thang Ut va xoa nan vu, con Chn va run trong bung, con Chn con run hn ca no nhng van khong nen c tieng ren khe khe phat ra nho nho trong co hong no. Thang Ut du con Chn nam xuong co, cap vu san chat nho cao di anh trang trong trang nhe nhai, lam thang Ut khong kem c, no chom ngi nam e len mnh con Chn roi ha to cai mieng ngoam lay het phan na phan vu cua con Chn ma mut tui bui, au vu con Chn t t n to ra, ngi no uon cong len v sng, hai tay no bau lay may am co dai... - Em a qua tri anh Ut i! Hi th con Chn don dap gap rut, mat no nong dan len, tim ap manh, mau huyet chay nhanh hn, thang Ut biet con Chn gi a nng lam roi, no t t thot tay vo quan con Chn th a thay t nht nhat t bao gi. Thang Ut thay a chac an, nen no keo tuot quan con Chn ra cho khoi b vng vu, hai chan no t t dang rong ra, thang Ut lan tay xuong dung ngon tro xoay long vong xung quanh hot le con Chn, lam no chu het muon noi ... - Anh Ut! ... em sng qua
... Thang Ut van bnh tnh t t thot ngong tay vao trong lon con Chn lam no te tai ca ngi, t no nhong len, may ngon chan quu lai trong khi hai tay con Chn th rt chat lay au thang Ut lam no au ieng. Con Chn va th hon hen va dang rong hai chan ra nh ch i. Thang Ut run run cam con cu cua no an vo lon con Chn, nhng lon con nho chat cng nen cu no khong vo trong c, thang Ut c an vo lai b tuot ra may lan nh vay, no biet la con Chn con trinh nen mi kho khan nh vay, no lam bo ra giong ngay th: - Em Chn i, sao kho qua vay em? Con Chn mac c o ca mat, no cung khong biet tra li sao nen noi ai. -Chac tai cu cua Ut to qua nen khong va, em con la con gai nen lan au tien chac cung kho khan lam. - Nay gi Ut lam em Chn co au khong? - Da co ... em rat lam ... nhng Chn s anh buon nen khong dam ... Thang Ut nghe con Chn noi vay trong long no cung cam ong lam, no tran an con Chn ngay. - Hong co sao au em Chn, em ng co s, mnh ran chut na chac c ma. Noi xong no tiep tuc cam con cu ut vao lon con Chn, no co gang lam roi ma ch mi lot vao trong mot na, con Chn th c bam moi, nhan mat, hai tay om cao len tren lng thang Ut, hnh nh no ang au n lam, thang Ut cam thay cang ngay cang de hn nh kh t trong lon con Chn tuong ra lam cu no trn t. Tha thang xong len, thang Ut anh bao chong cu ay manh mot cai lut can lam con Chn het len mot tieng au n. - Ui da! ... tri i! chet em roi anh Ut i, anh lam cai g ky vay! em thon qua ... chet em roi! ui da! No xo bat thang Ut ra, cung va luc o nhng giot kh am t con cu thang Ut ban ra tng giot, tng t lam t het ca mu lon con Chn. Con Chn va khoc am c va a tay bum lon lam thang Ut s hai, lang lang mac lai quan ao roi bo i mot nc khong kp ngo au lai. Con Song a that s bc chan vao chon lau xanh, ban au no ch i nga, kiem trai e thoa man cai mau dam ang cua no ma thoi, nhng sau cung no nghe li may a ban xui giuc, "tha la vo ong lam gai con co tien xai, ch bo lon chua hay sao ma e tui no chi khong". Con Song thay co ly nen i theo bon no vo ong xin viec. Thay tng ta con Song co ve ngon cm, Tu ba ong y va con co phan u ai no. Ba ta thng hay gii thieu vi khach, con Song la ... em mi. Con Song kiem kha bon tien, no bat au len quan, len ao trong sang nh ... . Roi no cung khong ngh ti viec tr ve tham hoi con Chn em no na, no an tai ong luon cho tien viec u eo. Viec con Song bo nha i chang nhng khong lam cho con Chn buon, ma trai lai no con mng tham trong bung. Con Chn chang s g ch no, nhng co con Song nha no cung hi lo ngai. Chnh mat no a tng thay con Song dan bo ve nha bao nhieu lan, nhng no la em, no khong co quyen ngang nhien nh vay. Sau cai em b thang Ut pha trinh ngoai b song, ngi con Chn au rat vai hom roi bong nh thang Ut en nau ngi, no them cai ban tay xoa nan au vu no, them cai hi con trai va them cai cam giac luc nam banh hang cho thang Ut ut con cu vo ma nghe te ieng cai cam giac va au n, va sung sng ran ran trong c the. Con Chn cang nh en thang Ut, ngi no cang rn rn cai cam giac non nao kho ta. No phan van khong hieu tai sao thang Ut c lanh ne nh la s phai oi dien vi no. Con Chn quyet nh phai i gap thang Ut ngay, no khong tha thiet en thung ma ghim na. Thang Ut t nha con Chn chay thang ve nha no, no cam thay hanh dien vi s kham pha lan au tien cua cuoc i no va con Chn. Thang Ut cam thay au cu no b au thon. No i mau ve en nha. Ma no lai i anh bai nh moi hom, thang Ut mng r ra sau bep lay ngon en thap that sang roi tuot quan ra coi, no hoang hot thay con cu no ln cn mau, tham o chiec quan xa lon trong ngi. Thang Ut bun run tay chan lo s, no chay thang ra song tam ra ky co va giat cai quan xa lon. T trong tham tam thang Ut, no thay cai cam giac lan au tien c ut cac vao lon mot ngi con gai, ma lai la gai con trinh, du lam no au thon nhng that la tuyet dieu, cai cam giac khong the nao em so sanh vi cai g khac c. Nhng roi no lai lo s, no hieu mot cach mu m la no a pha trinh con Chn, a lam ngi no yeu thng au n en 'tet lon chay mau". Thang Ut cang ngh cang thay lo s, no ngh la con Chn ghe tm, khinh khi, oan han no nen c lam let, thay con Chn au la no lang i ni khac ... Thang Ut va ngoi xuong keu ly tra a th con Chn cung va bc vo. Thang Ut ngng ngung ci vi no ma mat khong dam nhn thang vao mat con Chn, no noi trong khong. - Uong tra i. Con Chn nhoen mieng ci lam thang Ut an tam, no t ong keo chiec ghe au ra ngoi ben canh thang Ut roi noi luon. - Sao thay Ut la la, bo ... co meo roi ha? Thang Ut ngac nhien, trn mat nhn lai con Chn tra li. - au co, meo chuot g au. - Sao Ut gap Chn la tranh xa vay, bo chan che roi ha? Thang Ut that tnh tra li. - Tai Ut ... s Chn gian nen khong dam gap. Con Chn m li dum no. - Chn au co gian hn g au, Chn van ... thng Ut ma. Thang Ut mng run trong bung lam ly nc tra tren tay song sanh. - Thiet ha, Ut cung nh Chn muon chet ma khong dam ti. Con Chn biet thang Ut con kh hn no nen khuyen khch. - Vay th bay gi Ut lai nha Chn chi i, nha hong co ai au, ba Song i bui i luon roi. Thang Ut mng r lat at cam ly tra uong mot hp that ln, no ng len i thang lai quay tra tien, xong lot tot i theo con Chn thang ve hng day nha cap b song. Canh ca va khep lai la bao nhieu thng nh, hao hc trong long hai a tuon trao. Chung om nhau nga vat tren chiec ging cay cu ky, tay chan s soang t tung. Thang Ut hon lien tuc vao mat vao mui lam con Chn va ngop va khoai, no ci ruc rch nh chuot trong vong tay thang Ut. Con Chn t ong a tay len giat hang nut bop tren ao nghe lach cach roi ven cao ao len ti co, phi bay cap vu trang ngan, giong y nh hai cai banh bao trong long kieng ma may chu ba tau hay ay xe i ban ngoai ben bac. Thang Ut cui au xuong ma hon len cap banh bao ang yeu o. Con Chn tran ngi khi b moi thang Ut ung en cai num, tha la no cha biet mui th thoi, ang nay no ch mi va th qua mot lan ngoai b song, bat au biet them biet nh th thang Ut tron biet, mai en hom nay mi tai ngo, th th hoi lam sao con Chn khong non nao sao c. oi tay thang Ut giong nh nhng cai chan nhen nhen bo tren ngi no, va khi va bo xuong qua lo run th con Chn cam thay dam thuy no bat au chay a ra. Gai mi bay co khac, ch can co hi an ong la con Chn a bun run tay chan, sai ngi nam buong xuoi ch i. Thang Ut lan nay khong voi va, khong run s nh trc na, no a c may an anh ngoai ben xe giao duc, c cham cham tng bc a con Chn i tm nhng khoai cam than tien. Thang Ut c vn con Chn nh meo vn chuot, mai cho en khi hai mep lon con nho a t am duc tnh no mi a au con cu ang cng cng ma keo ra t di t con Chn len ti mong oc roi lai keo tr xuong, khien ngi con Chn c dn len nh song bien. No ch ti luc con Chn chu het noi phai va ren va nan n no mi chu cho "tot au d vo cung". Con cu thang Ut am sau vo lon con Chn ngot st, con Chn thet len mot tieng sung sng tot o, ngi no giat nh b kinh phong... - Sng qua Ut i! Thang Ut cho au cu ra khoi mieng hang roi lai t t ut vao, no khong cho cu no vao sau trong lon con Chn ma c thong tha cho vao trong c phan na th lai keo au cu ra, lam con Chn am c muon ien, con Chn a hai tay om choang ra sau lng thang Ut keo sat vao ngi no va noi: - Nac manh len i Ut ... Thang Ut nghe con Chn noi ra ve tham thng thay cung toi nghiep no va nac va noi: - Ut nac manh ay, Chn de thng qua ... ep qua, Chn co sng khong? - Chn sng lam ... a lam, ng ngng nghe Ut. Thang Ut nac con Chn tui bui hnh nh khong biet ngng la g, tieng va cham ra vao cua hai dng vat keu nghe anh ach, lam thang Ut cang hng tnh hn, no nac con Chn het kieu nay roi ti kieu khac, hai a no va trai qua mot cn khoai lac tot nh, ma chac chan trong i hai a cha bao gi co. Con Song lam trong ong au c chng ba thang th phai long thang T ma co, cai nghe lam luon luon phai tiep xuc vi u moi hang ngi, hoc sinh co, con nha giau cung co, cho nen am ban ong nghiep cua no a nao cung cap bo vi mot thang ma co e nng ta. Ngoai nhng gi phai tiep khach, con Song ve vi thang T nh kieu v chong h. Thang T xuat than t mot gia nh th thuyen, ba no lam nghe ong ghe ben bac, suot i ong lam lu e lo cho thang con trai duy nhat cua ong an hoc nen ngi. Nhng thang T khong thch hoc bang i theo may thang du ang gic doc ngoai ben xe. No cam thay no co uy vi cai am lu bu ngoai ben bac khi no i cap ke vi bon anh ch. Hnh anh ma no m mong la se tr thanh mot an anh khet tieng, di tay co ca am an em ho am la am, ho chem la chem. Thang T em ngay m tng la trc sau g no cung se tr thanh mot an anh cao ca, no ve nha gom gop het may lng vang ma ba no dau tren mai la roi i bui i luon, khi may lng vang a tieu tan th thang T cung va b ghien x ke. "Ban cung sanh ao tac, khong an cap vat lay cac g an" Thang T bat au i chom cha, uy hiep may ban hang i sm ve khuya mot mnh roi t t leo len ti cai chc ... ma co. em ngay no trc ong , ch thang nao khong tien ma i chi sang la no ra tay, khi gap nhng ong khach d dan, anh ap ch em ta la thang T khong ngan ngai cam dao bay ti can thiep. Hai a song chung mi ba thang th con Song cam thay c the no bat bnh thng, ngi ra ri, tay chan cham chap, hay ua ma khi khi va bat au them chua. Chuyen co bau oi vi ch em ta la mot tai nan nghe nghiep ma kho tranh khoi. Thang T a con Song en nha thng th kham, sau khi th tho, bac s xac nhan la con Song a co thai c ba thang, nhng cai thai rat yeu, co le v thang T chch x ke nhieu qua nen b anh hng. Hai a no ban nhau i pha, ma khong pha cung khong c. Cai nghe lam ma mang cai bung the le th lam sao co khach, roi e ra th ai nuoi, lay cai g song trong thi gian nay, hai a no ban ti ban lui mat het gan mi phut roi i en quyet nh pha thai. Mi sang sm, phong mach bac s Ro a nm np khach en vieng, a so la cac ba cac co thuoc vao loai tron chua lon chong, xen lan vao o con co mot so ch em ta en chch Penicilline tr bnh lau. That ra ong Ro khong phai la bac s, cai ngay con tre, b ong vien vao lnh, ong Ro lo s phai cam sung ra tac chien nen lo tien, chay chot e c vao lam "ta lot" mot th sai vat trong ban quan y cua n v, song lau len lao lang, ngay man lnh tr ve ong cung biet lem nhem mot so ten thuoc thong dung nh Chloroquine tr sot ret, Optalidon tr cam cum, nhng ranh nhat co le la may cai loai tru sinh ma ngay trc ong hay chom cha e ban ra ngoai. Roi thi the tao anh hung, ong Ro cho ve ai mot ch thap o treo trc ca nha roi e them may ch. "Y ta, chch thuoc theo toa bac s". Khong ng dan chung cai xom ngheo doc b song My Thuan sung bai; coi ong nh mot ang cu nhan o the c tri biet phai xuong e giup dan lanh l mang benh lau. c mot ieu la ong Ro cha benh rat mat tay, lau mu, lau ke, mong ga hoa khe, cu inh thien phao g ong cung chch cho mot mui Lyncosin la dt noc. "Hu xa t nhien hng". Dan chung quanh vung chieu co en ong ngay mot ong, ha s Ro ngay nay t nhien c moi ngi goi la bac s Ro mot cach knh can. oi khi ngoi mot mnh ben chai ru tay loai at tien ong Ro nghien ngam lai cuoc i mnh, ong ngh co le ngay xa ba ong qua i, tnh c c chon trung mach rong hay mach ln g o ma ngay nay ong phat hoach tai khi khi.
Tha thang xong len, ong Ro cho cat them mot can phong nho ben hong nha, ac biet danh rieng cho dch vu pha thai. Thng th sau khi nao thai xong, nan nhan va au n va mat sc phai nam lai t nhat cung t na buoi ti mot hai ngay mi ra ve, trong thi gian nay benh nhan se c ngh ngi tai can phong nho o. Em nao l dai mang bau, a uong nc rau ram, an u u c ma cai thai van ngoan co khong chu ra th c en vi ong. Can nha nho cua ong Ro ngay nay a tr thanh mot benh xa nho nho chuyen tr ba benh. Con Song ch cho vang khach roi mi ron ren bc vo, no ke khai ranh mach t m tng chut cho bac s Ro nghe roi nh bac s giup dum. Sau khi kham xet trong ngoai xong xuoi, ong Ro bop tran ra chieu suy ngh, ma ong Ro ang suy ngh that, ong ang tnh trong au coi ... chem con nho nay bao nhieu tien. Thng th ong Ro tnh tien theo kieu "coi mat at ten". Giau tnh khac, ma ngheo th tnh khac, ngi giau ma tnh re th uong, con ngheo ma tnh at th mat moi. Ong Ro a tng gap nhieu trng hp benh nhan che mac, on xe loi len nha thng th tren tnh, va khoi ton tien va chac an. Sau khi co ke bt mot them hai, hai ben nga gia, ong Ro a con Song qua can phong "hoi sc" ch i, ong ha sau khi khach en kham benh ra ve het ong se giup cho. Con Song bc vo can phong m m toi ma rn rn trong ngi v lo s. Trong phong a co san mot ngi nam, tam drap trang phu dai t co xuong en chan nh mot xac chet cha chon. Nan nhan nam thoi thop, mat nham nghien, hai mat thut sau. Ong Ro bao no c t nhien ng lo s. Ong ta bao "con nho o cung mi pha thai xong". ong benh tng lan, con Song cam thay thng hai cho ngi ong canh, con Song bc ti gan nan nhan nh hoi tham vai cau xa giao. Trong bong toi l m cua can phong, con Song nhan ra ngi nam o la ... con Chn em no.
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Toi may man sinh ra mot vung que that tru phu. Lang toi ven song. Sau lng nha la ruong lua bat ngat va nhng vn cay an trai u bon mua Trc mat la giong song nc ngot ay tom ca quanh nam em em chay. Chnh bi nhng ieu kien thien nhien u ai nh vay nen con trai con gai lang toi ep nc tieng ca vung. Con trai th ngi nao cung vam v, da xam nang, con gai th co nao cung toc en huyen, da trang nh trung ga boc. Lam cho trai gai ti tuoi cap ke khap ni them chay nc mieng.
Gia nh toi la mot gia nh thuoc loai trung trung trong lang, ngha la khong kha lam va cung khong ngheo lam. Cha me toi lam chu c may cong ruong hung hoa Nh may man nhng cong ruong nay nam vao cho at tot nen nam nao cung co d chut nh e cho cha toi len quan sam sa quan ao cho gia nh va mua t chai ruu tay ve e ba ngay tet ngay gio em ra nhau nhet vi ba con xom lang.
Toi la con ut trong nha, trc toi la ba ch ga Me toi ke rang khi sanh en ch ba Ngot cua toi roi th ong ba that vong lam v ngh rang se chang bao gi co c mot thang con trai e noi dong noi doi. The nhng khong biet do mot s may man nao ma ti khi ch ba Ngot toi 7 tuoi th ma toi lai co bau va e ra toi. Mng r qua, s thang con kho nuoi nen cha me a at ten toi la thang Lm, ut Lm. Cai ten Lm sau nay a lam toi kho kha nhieu v chnh ngay cai ten a to cao s que mua va thanh phan gia nh cua toi vi moi ngi.
Bi la con ut va lai la con trai duy nhat nen toi c cng nhieu nhat nha... Tuoi th cua toi la mot chuoi ngay that ep vi nhng rong chi pha phach, nghch ngm noi tieng khap lang. Nam toi 10 tuoi, trong mot lan cung am ban pha lang cua toi nhay vao vn chom chom cua ong Ca cuoi xom hai trom, b cho rt toi s qua nhay ai qua hang rao kem gai the nao ma vng vao ngay cua quy rach ca quan, xc mot ng dai that sau ngay con cu, mau chay lenh lang. Ngi nha ong Ca bat c toi em ve giao cho cha me to.. Cha me thay toi mau me ay ca quan th s lam ben dan toi en nha ong y ta Ngu ngoai ch nh may lai cho b rach. Sau khi may xong nam bay mui au thau tri xanh, ong y ta Ngu con gin: "Nh nghe may, ng an tep, an tht bo, cho may nay no u nan len la chet me con gai nha ngi ta het nghe may". Toi khong hieu g ca nhng cha me toi co ve thch thu, hai ong ba nhn nhau ci tum tm hoai.
Nhng ngay sau o con cu toi no sng len va muon lam mu cho b thng toi nong lanh kho chu vo cung, cha me toi lo lang nen a dan toi tr lai ong y ta Ngu e nh kham. Khi m con cu toi ra ong Ngu co ve hoang s, ben noi cha me toi hay ch toi i benh vien quan ngay. Ong noi: "Ong ba hay ch thang nho i ngay hom nay, ng e ngay mai nguy hiem"
Ri nha ong y ta Ngu me toi ve nha cho nha hay tin con cha toi th dan toi ra ch bao xe lam ch toi len benh vien. Xe chay rung rinh, nghieng nga au ca hai ba tieng mi ti benh vien quan. Lap thu tuc nhap benh vien roi ngoi ch ca tieng ong ho toi mi c kham. Bac s cho cha toi hay toi b nhiem trung kha nang phai nam lai benh vien e cha tr. Nam benh vien 7, 8 ngay, ngay nao cung m bang thao bang khau khau va va hoai lam toi muon khung luon. Cuoi cung khi thao bang ra th toi co mot con cu hnh dang that ky quai ba boc chung quanh th xan xui u nan theo vt tum lum va co nhieu lo lung nh ngi ta xo lo tai va ac biet nhat la no khong con ngay thang nh trc nua ma cong cong nh cai moc thay ma tc ci. Tuoi th cua toi c theo nhng nghch ngm pha phach nh vay ma troi qua. Ti nam 13 tuoi th toi c cha me cho len quan hoc trung hoc v di lang toi ch co cap tieu hoc ma thoi.
Cung i len quan vi toi nam o cung co vai ba a chom xom, trong am duy nhat ch co mot a con gai, o la con Lai, con ba Tam Hi. Tuy la cung len quan hoc nhng tui toi moi a mot ni va ch gap nhau trong trng. Nha toi tro hoc la nha ong T canh sat, hien lam quan, cho quen biet cua cha toi. Can nha cua ong T kha ep, co hang rao xung quanh. Trong vn trong nhieu hoa va cay an trai. T nha ti ch quan, ni ba T co cua hang xen cung cach khoang 2, 3 tram thc. V nha kha gan ch nen rat vui.
V chong ong T ch sanh c hai co con gai nen ong ba rat cng chu. Co ch ln ten la Hng, nha goi la hai Hng, ln hn toi 3 tuoi. Nam o 17. Ch hai Hng co mot nhan sac man moi va mot than hnh that boc la Ch noi oi chan dai, t cang, hai vu tron quay nh hai trai bi ay khieu khch la a lam cho bao ngi muon ngac ng roi, ng noi chi en nu ci lang l mi goi luon n tren moi ch. Ch th hai ten Hue, nam o 15 tuoi. Ch ba Hue sac sao hn ch hai Hng nhieu, nu ci anh mat quyen ru vo cung lam bao nhieu hoc tro trong quan me met. Chang co mot cuoc thi hoa hau nao c to chuc trong quan ca the ma moi ngi eu mac nhien coi ch ba la hoa hau quan. V toi may man chung vi ch nen oi khi cung c may ga si tnh trong quan cho an keo, uong nc hoac dui vao tui may ong bac e nh a th cho ch.
Hoc het nam e that, e luc th toi a 15, 16 tuoi va ch hai Hng, ch ba Hue a ngi mi bay ngi mi chn, xinh ep nh tien, da de hong hao, vu t ngon ngon thay ma me. Thi gian sau nay thay toi a ln cac ch khong con nng nu vuot ve nh nhng ngay trc na. Khoang thi gian o co the noi la thi gian rao rc nhat cua tuoi mi ln cua toi. Toi a oi lan chiem ngng than hnh nga ngoc cua ch ba Hue trong nhng man tam h henh va mot hai lan muc kch canh ch hai Hng lam tnh cung thang cha Chn Cang canh sat. Ten nay la e t cua ong T. Nhng lan vo tnh hoac co y muc kch c nhng canh o con cu cua toi no cng nh khuc cui va u nan xan sng len nh cai au con ga trong ang hung hang xu long co len trc ch thu. Khong biet co phai la giong khong, ch con cu toi no ln lam, cha toi la ngi noi tieng trong lang v co con cu b. Ngi ta van thng goi ong la ong Ba Qua "chay vo" (Chay Vo la cay chay gia gao vung que)
Buoi tra hom o, sau khi hoc hai gi Viet Van, buon ngu qua toi ben lay giay ra se lai, dung thun rnh ban vao t con gai trong lp th b ong giam th hang lang bat c uoi ra khoi lp khong cho hoc tiep nhng gi sau na. Ra khoi trng, tui khong tien nen chang biet i au toi ben lui thui ve nha. Ve ti cua nha th a thay chiec xa mobilet vang cua Chn Cang khoa ngay cay trng ca trc ngo. au toi bong ngh ngay en canh hap dan cua ch hai Hng va Chn Cang nen nhe nhe vong ra ca sau, nhay qua hang rao rao nha that em. Nh ten an trom toi mop mnh bo lai gan chiec ging cua ch hai Hng, ven man chui vo nup sau chiec lu ln ung gao cach cai ging khoang hai thc. Tren ging ch hai Hng va Chn Cang ang tran truong nh nhong. Chac co le la mi nhap cuoc nen Chn Cang con ang vn ch hai Hng nh con meo vn mo Chn Cang noi nho nho trong hi th: "Em i hom qua anh mi c thang ban tren tnh ve cho mn cuon sach day cach bu lon sng lam em i, hom nay em nam im anh th coi ra sao nghe cng". Ch hai u u ngung nguay ra cai ieu mac c: "Thoi thoi ky lam anh i, d thay mo i". Chn Cang thay coi moi c ben tan cong luon. Va noi han va cui xuong tren hang ch Hai: "Anh thng em ma d cai g, cng c nam yen i". Ch hai vung vay nhe nhe chong oi lay le roi tran mnh chu Chn Cang le lu that dai liem nhe nhe quanh hang va run ch hai kha lau, khi thay ch hai co ve tham thuoc han a tay banh rong hai chan ch ra roi dung li ngoay trong lon ch lien hoi, ngoay chan han dung cai cam cha cha tren mu lon ch. Ch Hai cong ngi len nh con thu b thng, mieng ren r khong ngt: "Anh i! Lam g ky vay, sng qua chac chet, anh i". Chn Cang thay ch hai a ti ch, han keo ch ra sat thanh ging, cui au xuong han ngoam nguyen cai lon cua ch mut chun chut lam ch hai re len tung hoi, tay chan qu quang cao cau tren toc tren lng han. Ti luc o Chn Cang chac chu cung het noi roi ben lum khum the na ng na ngoi cam con cac d vao mu lon chi hai cha len cha xuong. Ch Hai chu i khong thau mieng u ren r: "e vo i anh, chet em roi anh i... e vo i anh..." tieng ren cang luc cang thong thiet lam cho Chn Cang nh ien len han ben ay manh con cac vo lon va ap len ap xuong lien hoi, mieng luon rt len: "Sng qua em i! Sng qua em i!" Nhp ap cang luc cang manh va nhanh hn roi t t cham lai ngng luon. Han nam im tren bung ch hai mot hoi roi lan xuong, sai tay chan th o o. Ch cho hai ngi ngu say th that eu toi mi chui ra va leo len gac nam mat may nong ran nh say ru, trong khi con cu toi cang cng nh muon choc thung quan.
V c quanh quan rnh rap ba cai vu tam ra va leo len xuong cua hai ba Hai Hng Ba Hue, ngi toi luc nao cung nh say ruu, bc rc kho chu vo cung. Cho ti mot hom c hoi a en vi toi that bat ng. Buoi tra hom o c ngh hai gi sau v thay bnh, toi ben ve nha ngay e mong may man co the gap canh cup lac nh nhng lan trc. Va bc vao nha a thay ch hai Hng ang ng trong phong khach mac mot bo o ngu mong trong that hap dan. Ch hai ci that ti hoi toi sao hom nay ve sm va That vong v thay khong co g toi am u tra li qua loa roi i thang len cau thang chui vao can gac xep cua toi. Va ci quan dai ra mang tren moc, nh bung la se kiem cuon sach coi roi ngu cho khoe th nghe tieng chan ngi i len thang lau. Toi ngong au ve pha cua phong th thay ch hai xuat hien. Da vai vao thanh ca, au nghieng nghieng ch hoi toi: "Em lam g o sao khong xuong nha chi vi ch". Toi noi: "Hom nay met qua em muon ngu". Coi nh chang e y g ti cau tra li cua toi, ch hai bc lai gan va ngoi xuong thanh ging cua toi. Thay toi co ve hi lung tung ch ng day i lai pha ban hoc cam mot cuon v len lat lat vai trang ra xem. Thay khong kh co ve ngot ngat toi kiem chuyen hoi ch:
- Sao may hom nay em khong thay anh Chn Cang lai chi ?
Net mat buon buon ch noi nh khoc:
- Ba ch biet chuyen anh Chn thng ch nen tha len tnh oi anh ra tuot mien Trung roi, ch bay gi buon lam em i !
- Sao ch khong noi anh Chn Cang ci ch e ch theo anh ra Trung?
- Ci sao c, anh bo v con cho ai ma ci.
Noi ti o nh cam long khong c ch hai Hng rm rm nc mat. Thay ch muon khoc toi qua toi lai gan ay cai ghe ban hoc noi ch ngoi xuong va tm li an ui. Trong t the ngoi khum khum au ch cui xuong hai tay cham nc mat, toi ng trc mat nhn thay ro hai go ngc cang tron cua ch vi lan da ng hong that quyen ru. Mat toi nh b thoi mien c nhn cham cham vao o. Bat cht ch hai ngc len bat gap oi mat nh ngay dai cua toi th ch co ve hi lung tung phan ng t nhien hai tay a len che ngc, mat quay i cho khac. B bat qua tang toi ngng qua nh vung chay xuong lau th ch hai nam tay toi lai. Ch noi voi va trong hi th, trong khi mat c nhn vao cai quan xa lon cang len thu lu mot ong pha trc cua toi.
- Khong sao au em, c ay vi ch.
Noi roi ch keo toi lai gan ch hn va vong tay ch t t xiet lay than the toi. Mat toi ap vao ngc ch, mui da tht con gai lam toi nong ran len, hai tay qu quang vuot vuot sau lng ch. Luc o toi nh ten say ru khong con biet g na. Ch hai keo toi lai ngoi xuong ging hoi nao khong biet na, ch m ao e lo hai vu cang tron vi hai num vu o nh son, ch noi hay hon len ngc ch. Thay toi c hui hun hun tren ngc hoai ma chang biet lam g ca ch ben lim dim mat noi:
- Em ng hun na ma hay bu vu ch i, em bu nhe nhe, lay li ma ra tren au vu ch i em. Le len em...
Toi chui vao vu ch lam ung nh li cua ch khien ngi ch cong rn len va ren nhe nhe "ung roi o em bu na i, a li manh len i em. Ch sng qua em i". Ren la mot hoi, ch bong ngoi nhom day tuot quan xuong va bat toi bu lon ch. Muc nay co ve toi kha hn v a muc kch tan mat canh Chn Cang bu ch cach ay t lau nen toi lam nhien nh khien ch ngat ng nh muon xu. Thay ch hai a qu quang toi ben tut voi quan xa lon cua mnh xuong va e au con cu xan xui qua kho cua toi vao ngay cua lon ch ma ca nhap ca nhap. Thay toi c ca nhap ca nhap hoai ma khong chu ut vo ch hai ben ngoi nhom day cam ngay thang nho cua toi ma nhan manh vao lon ch. Theo a tay cua ch toi nhan vao tuot trong sau va mot cam giac e me sng khoai la lung ngay ngat tran ngap trong toi, con cu cua toi luc o nh b bop that lai va au con cu nh b mut lien hoi lam toi nhot nhat muon chet. Toi ang e me tan hng th ch hai rt len:
- Nac manh i em, nac manh i em... oi con cu cua em ln qua ky la qua... sng qua em i... nac manh i em...
Toi nh con ga ien tiet nac lia nac la, nac en noi ch hai la khan ca co, mat trang da ra nh muon xu toi mi tuon trao ra tran ngap lenh lang trong ngi ch. C e nguyen con cu trong ngi ch toi nam mot lat lai thay no cng ngac nh hoi au va toi lai nhoi xuong lia la lam ch hai qu quang quynh quang nh ngi mac kinh phong. Thay ch hai chu het noi toi tuot xuong va ruc vao nach ch ngu vu
o la lan au tien biet mui con gai cua toi... qua that a i... Luc o toi ngh neu cho toi c quyen th toi se sa lai t khoai cua con ngi nh sau: "u, an, ngu, a" ch khong phai "An, ngu, u, a". V the cua u phai len hang au chu khong the khiem ton hang th ba nh vay au.
Phan 2:
Sau lan may ma tri o ch hai lai nh hoa hong mt rt khong con buon ba khoc loc na. Ch hat ca toi ngay va ch ch c hoi la xui toi cup cua ve sm e roi lai tiep tuc dien ra nhng man cup lac no la tren can gac xep cua toi ma thoi. Thi gian o ung la thi ky oi thay nhat trong c the cua toi. Con cu, cai li cua toi c dt nhieu lan nen no nhien nh ... Con cu th muon len luc nao la len ngay, con cai li th nh cai li con ran the ra thut vao le nh chp, ray that manh, that sau bat c cho nao ma toi muon. Ch hai Hng a tng xac nhan vi toi nhieu lan la toi an bt Chn Cang ve moi mat.
Can gac xep cua toi rung rinh muon sap xuong khoang o hai ba tuan le th ong ba T phong phang biet tin ben keu ten T Toai, cung la canh sat thuoc quyen cua ong T en ga ch hai Hng. Ch khoc loc nan n cach may ong ba cung khong chu am ci dien ra vao nhng ngay ma giap Tet lam toi buon thui ruot gan. em trc khi ve nha chong ch a khoc tren vai toi va hen se tm cach len ve vi toi.
Ch hai Hng theo chong len mai tren tnh, cach quan ca hai ba chuc cay so. Ten T Toai dng nh nghi ng ch hai co t tnh g quan nay nen gi rt khong cho ch ve tham nha lam toi nh muon ngac ng. Toi nh ke that tnh, toi ngay them khat than the ch. Trong ngi c bt rt nh nhng ten ghien thuoc phien them thuoc. Noi nh nhung rng rc boc khoi trong toi kep dai khoang hn mot thang th co ve nguoi ngoai va toi bat au e tam ti a ban khac. Ngay em toi rnh rap ch ba Hue, trong khi ch ba Hue van nh hoa ao phi phi trc gio chang e y g ti toi ca. Ch ba Hue khac han vi ch hai Hng. ep mot net ep thuy m sang ca. Chiec mui thon thon tren mot khuon mat trai soan eu an, iem vao o la mot nu ci that ti vi chiec rang khenh that duyen dang. Thu hut nhat tren khuon mat ch la oi mat bo cau t mong. Theo mot so li ban tan cua may thang cha hay theo uoi ch th sau nay i song tnh cam cua ch se kho nhieu v oi mat qua buon nay.
Trong am ong theo uoi ch ba Hue, toi thay thay giao Chng day trng tieu hoc quan la co ve c iem nhat. Thnh thoang thay Chng ghe nha chi va c ch ba cung nh ong ba T tiep ai nong hau Dng nh ch ba Hue cung a co hen ho rieng t vi thay giao Chng roi nhng toi ngh chac cha co g d dan au, bi le thay giao Chng qua mo pham, con ch ba Hue th qua hien lanh.
Cuoc tnh cua ch ba Hue va thay giao Chng tng se ket thuc em ep nao ng gia chng t ganh. Chuyen xui xeo xay en cho ch ba Hue vao mot buoi chieu khi ch cung vi toi ra ch phu ba T don hang ve nha. Con ng t nha ti ch co mot khoang that vang, hai ben la ruong bap cao lap au ngi. Khi chung toi ch con cach ch khoang 100 thc th ot nhien co mot am chng 3, 4 ten t trong am bap ua ra om chat lay tui toi va dung giay troi tay chan tui toi lai roi khieng vao am bap. Trc s the bat ng ch ba Hue va toi la lang qua tri nhng b tui no bt mieng, tui no thoi vao bung nen phai im tieng. Khi a vao sau trong ruong bap, chung quang toi nam mot ong di at khong ngo ngang g toi na, ba bon thang he nhau rinh ch ba Hue ra mot khu at gan o, a th lot quan a th lot ao, mac cho ch ba van xin nan n, la o chung van nh nhng con soi. Sau mot hoi tan cong vo hieu, v ch ba chong oi quyet liet qua mot ten co ve xep song ra lenh cho may ten kia nam tay nam chan ch lai cho no leo len. Trong bong toi cua chieu nha nhem va khoang cach chng 4, 5 thc toi nhn thay ro mon mot than the trang phau nga ngoc cua ch ba quan quoai khoc re len khi con cu thang xep song xan vao lon ch. Mac cho ch la het len ten no c nh con ho oi dap len dap xuong ti bi lam ch ba xu len xu xuong, mau me tran vay ra ca hai ben hang. Sau khi a i ten xep song tut xuong th hon hen noi vi may thang an em:
- a qua tui bay i, con nho nay con trinh o, chuyen nay tao hen ro.. a nao lam tiep th tiep le len roi dot...
Nh cai may mot ten trong am nhao ra va le lang leo len ngi ch ba, trong khi ch ba s qua ngi cong oan lai nh con tom mieng khoc loc ren r:
- Thoi may anh i em au qua ro.. tha cho em i may anh... tha cho em
Nh a say mau ten o chang con nghe g na c xan nga ch ba ra va tm u moi cach e ay c con cu vao lon ch. Khi con cu cua han a vao tuot trong lon ch ba roi toi thay ch nam yen khong nhuc nhch, chac co le la au qua chu het noi nen ch a xu Ten no nh khong can biet chuyen g ca cu nac lia nac la roi tuot xuong th. Ten th ba, roi ten th t nhao len ngi ch nh nhao len mot xac chet khong hn khong kem... Sau khi a chia phan ay u bon ten he nhau len hai chiec Honda ro may dong thang ve hng tnh, bo mac ch ba Hue va toi nam cheo queo o.
Toi tm u moi cach let lai gan ch ba va keu ch lien hoi. Ch ba qua au n nen mieng u ma cha m mat noi, toi c tiep tuc keu reo mot hoi na th ch co ve tnh m mat ra nhn toi roi khoc rong. i cho ch tnh tao hn, toi cha hai tay b troi ra e ch m nut that si giay cho toi. Sau o toi tiep tuc m giay troi di chan. V giay da qua cng va b xiet chat nen nhng cho b buoc tren tay tren chan cua toi rat rat rm mau Lm quan ao vung vai quanh o toi a ch ba mac vao va du ch ra lo. Tren ng ve ch khoc hoai va oi t t. Ch hoi toi co nh mat ten nao khong. Qua tnh toi va s va gap cam giac qua manh nen khong nh ro mat ten nao ca. Ch ba noi ch nh mat ten xep song co mot cai theo ln ngay cam. Ch co the nhan dien c ten o.
Ve ti nha th thay ba T a ng ch trc ca. Ch ba chay lai om me khoc rong. Ba T khong biet chuyen g c cuong cuong len hoi ch ba chan roi lai quay qua hoi toi. Ba nh ien len chi rua um sum. Chi mot hoi xong ba quay qua chui ong T:
- To cha cai thang cha cua ma.. toi ngay c lo i nhau hoai, con gai b hiep gan chet ay roi ma cung khong biet g het, thiet la tc chet i thoi !
Chi rua mot hoi roi ba quay qua toi:
- au thang Lm, may th chay thang qua cha hoi ong Tng coi co ong ben khong. Chay le len nghe Lm.
Nh cai may toi vung chay ve hng nha ong hoi ong Tng cuoi pho quan. Qua ung nh d oan cua ba T, ong T ang cung vi nam bay ong ban nhau nhet ci noi um sum phong khach nha ong hoi ong. Sau khi nghe toi noi van tat s viec ong T vut ng day len xe ch toi ve nha ngay. Va bc vao nha la ong T a la ln:
- Me no au? Con ba au, sao khong thay. Chuyen g ky cuc vay ne...
Ba T lo au t cua phong ch ba noi:
- Ong lam g ma um sum vay! No gan chet roi ka! Toi ngay c lo nhau nhet hoai!
Ong T chay vao phong ch ba mot hoi kha lau roi bc ra mat that buon. Thay toi con ng s r phong khach ong hoi toi nh nat:
- Thang Lm sao may i vi ch ba ma may khong lo cho ch e en noi nh vay?
Toi u :
- Da tha chu T, tui no ti bon thang lan, thang nao thang nay nh con trau cui lam sao con vi ch ba lam lai.
- Vay may co nh mat thang nao khong?
- Da con khong nh mat nhng ch ba noi ch thay thang au ang cai cam co theo.
- May co thay tui no chay ve hng nao khong?
- Tui no chay ve hng tnh bang hai chiec Honda an ong.
Nh a tam u, ong T noi vong vao trong nha:
- Ba nha lo cho con ba nghe, toi i ra on xem co tin tuc g khong
i cho tieng xe cua ong T mat hut, toi lung thung i len cau ma long buon that buon.
T sau ngay tai nan xay ra ch ba co ve gan gui vi toi nhieu hn. Ch thng thng theo hoi toi nhieu cau lien can ti chuyen au buon cua ch. ai loai nhng cau v van nh:
- May hom nay em co nghe ngi ta noi g ve chuyen cua ch khong?
hoac:
- Ho co khing de, ci che g ch khong?
Hay:
- Khong biet ch b nh vay anh Chng co con theo ch na khong?
Toi nghiep ch ba qua nen trc nhng cau hoi nh vay toi tra li phn pht qua roi tm cach an ui ch.
T ngay ch ba gap nan tnh a gan na thang ma thay giao Chng van khong thay ghe tham lam ch ba co ve that vong va to ra chan i. Co oi lan ch a co y nh t t. Thay tinh than ch ba co ve sa sut qua, ba T lo lang nen a nh toi theo sat ch e phong ch lam bay. Bi e y ch ba a lau, nen san s nh va nay toi suot ngay ngoai gi trng ra la quan qut ben chi ba nh hnh vi bong. Dan dan moi cam tnh cua ch oi vi toi theo o ma cung tang len. Mot hom sau gi hoc toi ve nha th thay ch ba trum men kn mt ren hu hu. Thay toi ve ch nh toi hai xa sau nha nau cho ch noi xong. Le nh chp toi chay ra bui xa um sum sau nha bung mot nhanh ln rua roi bo vo noi bac len bep nau Khi toi bng noi xong vao phong th a thay ch ba ngoi san ch. Toi noi:
- Ch phai ci ao ra xong mi mau het benh.
Ch co ve mac c hoi:
- Sao ky vay? Nong qua phong da sao em?
- Ch c mac ao nh thng nhng sau khi a bat au o mo hoi th ci ao ra cho no tham hi nong cung ngi mi tot. Me em nha noi vay o ch ba.
Noi roi toi hoi ch ngoi xuong gan noi xong roi lay men phu kn len ngi ch. Trong men lung bung ch ba keu nong qua a nh muon m men chui ra Toi voi noi:
- Rang len ch chu kho chu mot chut ban au thoi ch ba a.
Va noi tay toi va e cho men ch ba muon m ra. trong ch ba lau bau:
- Nong muon chet a... chu khong noi Lm i.
Can nhan nhong nheo them mot hoi na roi ch im luon. Chac ch a quen c vi hi nong. Toi s noi xong het nong nen hoi ch:
- Ch ci ao ra cha, phai ci nghe ch, rang mot chut se mau het bnh.
Tam men che chao ong, toi chac ch ba ang ci ao. Tng tng cai lng trang ngan cua ch ma ngi toi nong ran len. Khoang chng nam mi phut sau ch Ba he men noi:
- Het nong roi, em lay cai khan long tren moc o a cho ch
M he mot goc men toi ut cai khan long vao Ch ba m men ng len tay om khan che kn ngc, lng e tran trang boc trong that muon chet. Thay toi s r mat tho lo nhn ch hoa Ch i lai gan toi quay lng lai noi:
- Em lau lng cho ch i, mo hoi qua tri ne.
Nh m c trong bung toi voi nam vat khan keo ngc ra sau lng lau len lau xuong cho ch. Ch ba ng im nh tri trong, con toi th c nh ngi say ru, mau chay ran ran trong ngi c the ma lau len lau xuong cai lng trang nga hoai trong khi chang con mot giot mo hoi nao Luc o khong biet trong ngi toi the nao na, c nh cai may toi quang tay om ngang ngi ch ba. Thay ch khong phan ng g toi manh dan hn quay ngi ch lai, buong cai khan cho ri xuong at, toi cui au vao hai cai vu tron quay xinh xan nh hai qua cam, vi hai cai num vu hong hong cua ch ma hon nhe nhe. Mat ch ba nham lai hi th don dap, hai chan ch nh muon qu xuong. ang ti phut me ly hap dan nhat th bong co tieng xa gan may cua ong T ve. Ca hai a toi cht tnh nh sao, ch ba voi ay toi ra chup lay ao mac vao, con toi th nhanh nh chp phong ra ngoai phong khach ng s r. Ca buoi chieu va suot buoi toi hom o toi nh ngi mat cua ngan ngan ng ng, con cu that ky cuc no c cng ngac hoai khong chu xuong.
Am c rao rc au cung ca tuan le sau toi mi co c hoi e thoa long m c. Hom o la ngay Chu Nhat, tng sang sm ong ba T a thc day e sa soan len tnh an ci mot ngi chau goi ong T bang chu. Ong T hom o len o ln, ba T th mac ao dai bong o, nhn hai ngi that sang khac han thng nga Ch ba Hue va toi cung thc day sm e tien chan ong ba. Khi bc chan ra ca ba T con dan do:
- Thang Lm may nha coi chng ch ba gium chu thm, chieu chu thm ve...
Khi ong ba T a i roi, nha trong trn ch con lai hai a toi thoi. Muon qua chng roi ma chang biet lam cach nao e nhap tran. Ngh ti ngh lui chang tm ra phng cach nao, trong khi ch ba th van tnh b nam im lm trong phong hoai. ang xa quang xa quang cha biet tnh sao th thang Tu ban hoc cua toi ti ru i coi a ga cuoi xom. Ngh trong bung chac ch ba khong chu nen mi em re hoai trong phong nh vay nen toi sa soan theo thang Tu ra i. Khi toi lo au vao cua phong ch ba, nh noi cho ch biet toi i coi a ga th ch co ve gian hn, ch noi:
- Nha khong con ai ma em cung bo ch i, thoi ham a ga th i i, tui khong can au.
Noi roi ch lam mat gian quay mat vo vach khong them ngo ti toi na. Sng ren trong bung toi chay ra phong khach noi vi thang Tu la toi ket khong i c va bao no ve. Thang Tu chang biet at giap g ca, t nhien thay toi t choi khong i na, no lang lang ra ve. i cho thang Tu i xa xa roi toi mi vao phong ch ba, thay toi bc vao ch co ve mng nhng van gia bo gian lay:
- Sao khong i chi ma nha lam chi vay?
Toi lai gan ch noi nh do danh:
- Tui au co i na, tui uoi no ve ro.
Nhn net mat ch a co ve vui vui, toi ben boi them:
- Ai biet au, hoi sang gi thay ch ba em re tui tng ch ngu nen mi i chi chut o ma..
Thay ch khong noi g toi tien lai gan lay het can am at tay len vai ch, ch run len khi ban tay toi bop nhe nhe tren phan da tht mong va em cua oi vai can ke vi nach. Nh mot phan ng t nhien ch da vao ngc toi mat lim dim mat nget ra ay ve hng tnh. Khong e l c hoi toi nhe nhang quay ngi ch lai va t t m nhng chiec nut xinh xan tren ngc ao ch e lo nguyen bo nguc tron trnh vn thang len vi hai nam vu hong hong nh son. Ti o toi nh khong con bnh tnh na nhao ai vao ngc ch hun hun liem liem tng bng... Ch ba mieng u oi chan nh khong con ng vng na, hi th hon hen nh muon ut oan.
That gng nhe toi du ch ba lai ging e ch ngoi xuong va toi lai tiep tuc dung li ra tren au nam vu roi chung quanh vu ch. Thay ch a co ve tham thuoc qua roi toi lay tay luon ra sau lng t t tut quan ch xuong, phan ng t nhien ch ba lay tay gi quan lai mieng u ren r khong thanh tieng:
- ng em, ng Lm i, ch s lam...
Toi nh chang con nghe thay g na c t t keo cai quan xuong va dung than hnh cua mnh e len ch e ch nam xuong t the na tren na di cua thanh ging. Vi t the nay cai mu lon cua ch vn len cao, mum mup vi long t en nhanh moc sat rat trong that hap dan. Toi lay li ra ra t tren run ch dan dan tuot xuong di. Oi cai lon that ep hai ben mep cang mong, gia khe o au nh thoa son vay, toi va hon xung quanh hai ben mep va liem ngay khe gia ma thay sng khoai te me. Thay ch ba nh a chn mui toi dung hai cui cho nhe nhe dang rong chan ch ra va dung li ngoay sau vao tan trong lon ch. Khi li toi cham vao mong oc th ch run len ban bat va tiet ra mot th nc nhn nhn. Thay ch a te me sng khoai qua chng roi toi ben dt iem luon bang cach can nhe nhe, nhan nhan vao hot le lam ch cong oan ngi len tay chan qu quang nam chat lay toc toi ma e manh au toi vao lon ch roi nh chu het noi ch rt len:
- Em i, Lm i ch sng qua... chet em i.
Ti luc o ngi toi cung muon no ra chang con kem che c mnh na, toi voi tuot quan mnh xuong cam con cu cng ngac nh khuc cui t t nhan vao lon ch. Nhan ti au ch ba ren ti o, mat ch o ran len nong rng rc ap sat vao ngc toi ma ren xiet... toi nh con ho oi nhoi len nhp xuong ti bi, lam ch nh muon xu.. ch buong xong hai tay ra va mat nh muon lac than. Thay vay toi s qua t t ngng lai xem sao th thay ch tnh lai hai mat lim dim nh ang thu hng. Toi lai hang mau tiep tuc ao at tan cong ch cho ti khi toi met nhoai tinh kh ban ra nh ma bao mi chu ngng, roi tuot xuong om chat lay ch nam th roi ngu thiep i hoi nao khong hay.
Nh vay la toi a biet mui ngi con gai th hai trong i... Oi nhng ngi con gai tuyet vi vi nhng than hnh nga ngoc. Ke ra th toi cung thuoc loai nhieu may man.
Phan 3:
Con Tiep
Phi Long
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Bay em Khoai Lac
EM ONG PHONG
Ch !
en hom nay em mi c ranh rang viet th tham ch e bay to long hanh phuc ang dang trao trong tim em e ch hieu the nao la an ai cua mot co gai con trinh tiet lan au tien c hng thc mui v cua yeu ng.
Ch.
em hom ay, tiec tung va xong, ban be than thuoc lan lt ra ve ch con lai chang, em va mot ngi giup viec ang loanh quanh don dep v buoi tiec nha ca that be bon. Mat chang o ngay v hi men, chang xiet lay tay em va au yem dui em vao phong...
Em thay then then, va cui au, long hoi hp vo cung, khep ca phong xong chang quay lai om em vao long hon len ma em nhe nhe nut moi hong non non nh mot oa hoa xuan tran ay nha song... Cai hon luc au cua em tan hon se m man biet bao ieu huyen dieu. Mot cam giac lan lan len nhe vao long em, lan au tien da tht em tiep xuc vi da tht an ong, that em thay ron ra khac thng ch a.
Oi cam giac mi that la lung lam sao, ngi em bong thay nong bng rung ong...
ang me man vi nhng cam giac mi la th chang buong em ra, nhnh cai d v cua cai hon nong nan, hi th nong bong pha vao mat em van con quyen lay em.
Luc o, em ang mac chiec ao ci bang vai trang, mau trang trinh bach mong manh nh than the nhe nhang ea la cua em. au em cai mot vong hoa trang om lay m toc huyen buong tha tren b vai Mui nc hoa Chanel 05 nh mn man pha lan vi mui da tht ngay ngat cua em thanh mot mui ac biet du du. Em biet rang em ep, c nhn net mat am me cua chang th ro. Chang mm ci bao em thay ao ra va ch chang ra ngoai ra mat cho tnh tao... Em a nho nho, chang nang cam em len va at vao moi em mot nu hon am uoi roi bc ra.
Nhn gian phong xinh xinh em thch vo cung, chiec ging Hong Kong trai ra trang em ai, at trech ve pha trc nh mi moc tan nhan, goc phai la chiec tu ng sn verni trang, co gng soi. Mot ban trang iem that my thuat at canh ging, tren ban phan son, nc hoa ay u th.
Ben hong tu la chiec ban rong boc da cao mau xanh la ma am, co le la ban viet cua chang, tren o ay nhng qua ci boc giay bong loang.
au ging co e san cho em mot bo quan ao trang tinh, c ui gon rang can than. Em nhe nhang trut bo chiec ao dai trang va choang mot bo ao ngu, nhn vao gng soi em mm ci vi em. Chiec ao canh ngan, tay may rong, co e h che ay
Va nhot nhat va khoan khoai... oi moi khuon mat am ap cua chang ang ap vao ngc em , no ang muon g hn la nhng chiec hon...
Em hoi hp qua chng! Hay phut quyet nh cua i con gai a en vi em roi chang?
Em ang ng ngan vi nhng y nghi hon tap, th tay chang a lan vao ao em roi, nhe nhe tien dan, len oi vu san cng cua em, tay man me se au vu. That em thay ron ron va hoi hop het sc, va then va lo, em xo tay chang ra, long bang hoang... th chang a om gon em vao long au yem bao:
Em yeu ng s, hom nay la ngay sung sng nhat cua i chung ta. Lat na ay anh se lam cho em e me sung sng. Anh se dan dat em vao tot nh ai an. Nhng em rang kien nhan chu au mot t nhe.
Roi chang qua co manh lc ky la, nh ay em bt i nhng t hiem, b ng ban au. Em cang rao rc hn, quang tay om lay lng chang, bay gi em mi nhan thay mnh may chang tran truong nh nhong, bo ngc cang phong ay sinh lc c iem them mot chom long en tang them net quyen ru. oi canh tay ran chac, cuon cuon bap tht ang xiet tay em. Qua that em khong hieu chang noi tot nh cua tnh ieu la g! Nhng luc nay em a thay thch thu lam roi...
Em ruc au vao bo ngc chang roi nho nhe ap lai, nhng li ma t trc en nay em khong bao gi dam noi: "Em yeu anh ! Em yeu anh lam ! ng lam au em anh nhe!" . khong hieu khi thoat ra cau ay em a ngh g nhng em a bang long cho chang lam au em roi. Cht ngh ra ieu ay em thay ten qua, c chui vao ngc chang im thin tht. Chang biet chang co ngh en cau noi cua em khong nhng tay chang ang m khuy ao cua em roi. Mot nut...Hai nut... ngc em nh co g chan ngang, tim em ap thnh thch.. chiec ao nt b m toang ra, bo ngc vung cao kieu hanh, oi num vu xinh xinh, o hong nh khieu khch nh ang mi moc chang...
Ta nh con ho oi ang gap moi ngon, chang cui xuong vu em hon lay, hon het ben nay roi ben kia, hon that lau vao hai num vu xinh xan, xong chang ke mieng vao nut... Em sung sng e me, nham nghien mat lai, lim dim tan hng, lu bay gi ngi em nh khuc go, mot tng go sung sng...
Mieng chang th nut, li chang th ra ra vao au vu em, tay man me va bop va r... va se se lay num vu, that va khoan hkoai va nhot nhat vo cung, ngi em an, tay em cung s soang, xoa nam lay lng chang, chan em co duoi vo chng, than em ru ra...
Luc ay em a thay di hang em co mot dong nc nhn chay ra, em khong the nao ngan lai c. Tri i ! sao em sung sng qua. Mieng em ren nho nho:...Anh i ! Ngi em nay len, tay em ban chat vao ngi chang. Luc ay chang nh a thong cam vi s sung sng manh liet cua em, tay chang r vu va tien ve pha di... lan qua lp quan mong manh, s vao am ho em. tay chang that ky dieu nh co ien, s en au la em rn rn en o. Than the em bay gi khong km ham c na no lan lon nay len uon eo... Mieng chang nut num vu cua em khong ri, ben nay xong lai ben kia, tay chang s mo vo cung... Em khong chu noi nhng kch thch cua chang na, nghieng qua om lay chang that chat, chang cung om lay em, co y e dng vat cng vao gia hai hang em va ca qua co lai. Tay chang th mo man nut quan... Mot luc sau chiec quan cua em a c chang ci ra t luc nao, chiec quan silip chang cung ang lan vao ci tiep...
The la tren mnh em cung nh chang, bay gi khong con g che ay na ca...
Tam than trinh bach non na cua em lo lo trc mat chang, oi vu no tron ay sinh lc ang cang phong theo hi th cua chiec co thon thon, nhng ng cong tuyet my hai ben hang va nhat la chiec ca mnh ay an cua em qua khieu khch ang ch chang "chieu co". Chang cui xuong hon vao ca mnh em, go ma mn man nhng si long mn mang... tay vuot ve hai ui thon non na cua em luon. Chang hon vao ay that lau, oi tay chang cang luc cang qua quat, no cung vi chiec mieng nhieu s cua chang lam hi th cua em them don dap hoi thuc... Bat giac em a tay vao s hai ben hang chang. Eo i ! Dng vat chang va to va dai thay ngan, no cng nh que cui, khong ngng guc gac chiec au khac o hong ang n loe ra, trong that ngoan muc. Em cam no mai trong tay khong thay ri. Chang s bop khap ni tren than the em roi lai nut au vu em mot cach say sa... Nhng luc nay khac hn luc nay, mieng th nut, li van ve num vu em, tay van hkong quen s soang khap ngi em!!!... Luc nay em khong con thiet g vi s viec ben ngoai na ca.
Bong nhien chang bet hang em ra, tay vuot ve hai ben hang, roi mot ngon tay lan vao ca mnh em... C the em ngng ong lai, em tran mnh lai ren len nho nho, ban tay quai ac ay van khong ngng, no tien lan tien lan vao ben trong... tien vao lui ra, co ben nay co ben kia, khien em lam rung mnh xuat kh ra am e... Chang nh cha thoa, no tien sau vao ben trong em tran mnh trach i... th no cang lui ra, roi lai tien vao, ti lui khoang cach khong biet bao nhieu lan ... e roi lai tien sau vao ben trong na em c chng a vao het mot ngon tay, ma nao no chu yen au, c ngo ngoay luon luc ngoay ben nay luc ngoay ben kia khong ngng. Em co ngi nay len giong ren r:" Anh, anh, anh i ! thoi i anh, Em...". Giong em tat nghen mieng chang cung ri vu em ra ke vao ca mnn em va nut. Li chang that tai tnh, no xoan man me ve van cai mom oc roi ut lan vao ben trong nh mot nha tham hiem to mo muon kham pha xem co cai g b mat ben trong. Li chang ra qua ra lai lam em a het sc. Chang cang nut sau hn vao hang em tng chng nh muon nuot song ca mnh em vay. Li chang luc le dai ra luc thut lai lien hoi lam em rung mnh. Mot dong kh vut ra chay vao mieng chang. Le lang, chang nuot het roi lai tiep tuc ra liem, nut lam em sung sng qua muon thet len, ngi em quan quai ren r, tay bau lay lng chang lan lon...
Chang biet em a sung sng lam roi, nh day cung ang dng thang en tan cung th phai buong ten. Chang ngoi bat len bet hang em ra roi hon ca mnh em mot hi that dai. Chang bao chiec hon ky niem tien a i trinh n ca em, a i em bc vao mot giai oan mi ay hoa thm co la. Em va hoi hop va lo au, oc to mo thuc ay em manh dan tien ti e biet c the nao la hanh phuc v chong. Em a trai qua giai oan au, giai oan m man a lam cho em e me sung sng, oan oai biet bao. Chac rang dng vat cua chang ut vao ca mnh em th se lam em sung sng hn gap boi. Em biet rang chang cung nh em, cung sng khong kem, the nao chang cung lam em toai nguyen, nen em c yen long ch di phuc me ly...
Th ay...
Sau cai hon dai khoai tra va roi, chang cam dng vat cng t t an vao ca mnh em. Ch ! that em thay ai ngai cho em qua, dng vat chang va dai va to ln the kia, lam ma the nao no chui c vao ca mnh em, chui vao th cho au cho no vao... nhng... Luc dng vat cua chang ut vao ca mnh em c mot khuc roi, chang t t an sau vao them... Bong em thay ran rat, voi lang ngi i e trach th chang lai nhe nhe rut ra roi lai ay vao ... rut ra... Em thay ca mnh em te te khoan khoai, em lim dim e tan hng cai cam giac sung sng ay. Cht em thay au xe ruot, luc ay chang an dng vat vao that sau, em cam giac au qua muon bat khoc th giong chang rot vao tay em:
Em i ! hay rang chu au trong choc lat, roi em se thay sung sng vo tan, ay la bc au a em vao coi h vo than tien ay.
Em van cam giac au nhng cam giac au ay co pha lan e me sung sng. Em can rang nan n chang lam nhe dum em. Chang cui xuong hon luon oi mat ang m le v rat buot. Luc bay gi dng vat cua chang a chui lot vao trong ca mng em roi... ky dieu thay, lam sao luc nay em khong thay au n kho s nh luc nay na. Tuy co hi rat, nhng moi lan chang an manh dng vat vao ti t cung em th em thayrung mnh sung sng. Ch th nh xem cai vat am am cng ang thoc sau vao c mnh mot cach tai tnh nh the th em sung sng en mc nao...
Luc nay em sung sng lam ch i ! Cai cam giac e me te tai ca mnh, tham cung khong lam sao ke xiet c.
Thay em het au, chang yen long nhan vao sau them, cang ut sau vao co t cung chng nao th em sung sng chng ay... Chang nac ne nhe vao mnh em, em phai tran mnh, nghien rang lai ma chu s sung sng tang dan em a muon lm i... Ch i ! Sao ma sung sng the nay, em gh chat lay mong chang an vao them cho a, mieng em ren r :"Anh ! nac na i anh." c em khuyen khch chang nac cang mau va manh hn, nhng lam sao luc nay em thay van cham va cang hoi thuc chang mau len na... Bay gi, nc nht kh a chay t hang em roi, cang ra nhieu th cang sung sng... Ngi em nong ran ran... Hi th don dap t doan... Moi luc chang nac cang manh hn, dng vat chang an sau vao ca mnh em. Moi cai nac cua chang la moi lan em ren r. Dng vat chang a vao sau qua roi, am vao t cung em luon, em e me sung sng khong ngt ren r :"Anh ! sng qua anh i". S sung sng a len ti tot do, hi th em don dap... roi em tran mnh lai... t ca mnh em nc nhn chay ra am e... Chiec ging Hong Kong van nhun nhay eu eu theo nhp nac cua chang. Chang nac cang manh, kh em cang ra am e gay nen nhng tieng oc...oc...oc. Em muon thet len v qua a, cap ui non cua em a khep chat lai. Dng vat chang b don ep ca manh vao ca mnh em lam em te ngi run len v sung sng... Em hay ch len phu vi chang cho dng vat am vao sau ca mnh em hn... Tay chan em bun run, mat em dai i... Luc nay chang cung sung sng qua roi, nac vao that gap... roi tran mnh lai om cng ngi em... Dng vat chang ban manh tinh kh am am vao long em nh suoi chay... roi nhng cai xiet, van mnh, vay lay the xac em lam em nget th. Chang th nang than the day da, e len mnh em nhng khong thay kho chu, lai con e me na la khac.
The la het, ngi em lang lang. Em c hng giay phut ai an lan au tien that tuyet vi. Mang trinh a rach, t ay em khong con la mot co gai ngay th trong trang na bay gi em la an ba, nhng em khong hoi han, v em a cung chang biet c mui v cua ai an, that than tien tuyet dieu nh i. Va t ay em se con c nem mui v sung sng hn na...
Bao nhieu khat khao a c thoa man, nhng cam giac rao rc ham muon luc ban au a lang xuong. Chang th dai khoan khoai hoi:
Em co sung sng khong ?
Em mac c khong tra li roi ru au vao nhc chang ngi lay cai hung v ngay ngat cua an ong... Ngi em thay lang lang nhe nhang. Than the em bay gi ran ran nh co kien bo vay. Luc nay em mi thay rat ca mnh, nhng cai rat de chu lam em thch thu hn la au n.
Tam drap trang vay ay nht kh cua chang va em. Chang lay khan tay trang , nhe nhe chu vao am ho em... nht kh hoa lan mau hong nhay nhua ay khan...
Chang bao se cat chiec khan nay lam ky niem buoi ang ghi nh nay.
Sau cuoc ai an ti bi em thay chan tay ra ri. Em nham mat lai hoi tng lai t au ma khong khoi nong bng hai ma...
Chang van cha chan, van om ap em hon ht, tay man me cap vu em, se se vu lai roi hon vao ay. Luc nay em khong thay ngai ngung, then thung nh trc na. Mot lan chung ung vi the xac chang , em a hoan toan thuoc ve chang roi, chang muon lam g em chang c...
Nang niu s bop vu em chan chang lai lo o a tay dan xuong ca mnh em man me, vuot ve chum long t mn tren chiec go ay an cua am ho em, roi ap mieng vao hon to ve au yem lam... Chang lam g th lam em van nam yen khong mot chut khang c... Mot luc sau chang d dng vat vao mui em bat em hon e ta n no v no a lam chung em sung sng. Em cung ngch ngm vi dng vat cua chang... thut vao keo ra. Moi lan nh the au dng vat lo ra trong rat hay khien em nghch mai khong chan.
Chang dng nh thch thu vi tro nghch ngm ay lam...dng vat chang t t cng len, chang lai om lay em , roi hon vao ca mnh em lien hoi, li chang tm thay mong doc em ma nut... Long em thay ron len mot long ham muon. Cung ben trong ,va nut va bu mot hoi lam em rung mnh, nht kh lai chay ra... Tuy vay, nhng em cung to y muon chang lam lai mot lan na va chang a chieu y em. The la chung em lai sung sng, lan nay em thay sng hn lan trc nhieu v chang chi that lau, nac that manh lam em ren la ht ha khong ngi.
Xong lan nay em mi that s thoa man. Chang om em c the ma ngu en sang to. Va m mat chang a man me au yem em ngay,xac tht em lai bng len oi hoi...
Ca mnh em lai mot phen ti bi v phai chu nhng cai am, thot, tr, nhung... Mnh em tran lai chu ng... roi nhng tieng ren r ht ha... khi chang ri em ra th em ch con la mot the xac oan oai, e me... Ngoai kia mat tri sang toa.
EM TH HAI
Ch a ! Hom nay la ngay th hai sau ngay ci cua em. Em a trai qua mot em ay hanh phuc. Long em luon nh ti em qua. Mong cho thi gi mau qua e em c gan chang.
Cm chieu xong , chang a cho ba Sau ve nha ngh e chung em c t do. Xong chang du em vao phong, sau khi can than khep ca buong lai, ca ngay hom nay em ch mong co the...
Chang om lay tam than mem mai eo la cua em va xiet chat, dat len oi moi hong ti tham cua em mot nu hon nong bong ay ham muon... Em a hon moi lai vi chang e to y phuc tung... Chang ngam lay moi em, bu li em mot cach say sa, them muon tng chng nh muon nuot chng lay em vay. T mieng em nc chay ra ay ca, chang c nut c nuot ng c, en khi em kho ca mieng chang mi chu buong em ra. Van cha chu thoi chang lao len ging om cham lay em hon vao oi go ma trang treo, mn mang, chiec co non na roi lai bu li em na... Chang hon em nh the tuy co thu v that, nhng c hon mai nh the nay lam em sot ca ruot.
Nhng roi, viec g en roi se tien, chang hon em a roi ngoi day ci bo o ang mac, chiec slp cung khong cha.Than the chang tran truong, dng vat chang cng , au khac lo ra o hong c ong khong ngng, t au no g ra mot dong nc g nhn nht. Trong thay dng vat chang ngi em a ron len roi.
Chang lan vao ao em, ci chiec soantiente, roi nhng nut ao keu bc... bc... be ngc trang non na cua em a lo ra trc mat chang. Em ngoan ngoan e chang ci bo tat ca nhng g tren ngi em, em khong e le nh em trc na. Va bay gi than the em a loa lo. oi mat chang loe len nhng tia la them muon nhn cham cham vao bo ngc non na cua em... roi nhn vao khoang gia hai cai ui non cua em nh muon tan hng het nhng ng net tan ky cua mot ngi con gai ang o xuan th... va ch i cho duc vong len en cao o roi mi bat tay vao viec... Em hoi hop qua i, long hoang mang khong biet hom nay chang se lam em kieu g ay ma tram tro mai cha chu vao cuoc...
Chang khong e em ch i lau v chac rang chang cung nh em ang b ngon la duc tnh un o... Nh hom qua,chang dung tay s soang khap ngi em lam em noi gai oc ay mnh, roi tay man me bop vu em,hai tay chang man me bop mot hoi, ngon tay se se au vu lam em sng ca ngi, chang ke mieng vao hon ht roi cuoi cung nut lay num vu, au vu em cang cng len, chan chang vat qua ui em ca len ca xuong. Em luc nay ch biet lim dim oi mat tan hng nhng thch thu va ch i chang ! ca mnh em a bat au r r , nc nhn a chay ra roi...
Chang van nut num vu me mai, ch cho em cao hng tot o roi chang mi bao:
Em ieu, hom qua anh va pha mang trinh cua em, mang a rach neu hom nay anh lam na th s em au, rat khong chu c anh ch bu thoi, em kien nhan ch i mot vai hom na cho ca mnh em lanh roi th chung mnh se lam nghe em.
Nghe qua em bang hoang th ra nhng gh lai li chang co ly nen em ch xiet lay au chang vao ngc em to ve chu. Chang ri vu em, bet hang em that rong roi quy xuong up mat vao ca mnh em hon, chang ht mot hi that dai roi le li ra liem khap ca mnh em. Chiec li chang that la tai tnh, liem em that a, chang a li vao hai ben mep trong ca mnh, ra that lau vao ay nut lay mong doc o hon cua em. Em th nam nga, chang th nam up sap mnh tren ging ma liem that sat lam tay chan em bun run, c qu quang bau lay lng chang chan co duoi khong ngng.
Bong chang le li vao tan tham cung cua em ma nut liem, au li nham nham cua chang co ngoay cham vao t cung lam em nay ngi len, tay e chat lay au chang nhan them ...Li chang the ra thut vo lien tiep, ra ben nay ra ben kia cham vao t cung em lam em sng run len, em ht ha ren nho nho. Chang cang lam hang hn, va nut va bu, ra liem lam em ren xiet v sung sng. Than the em oan oai e me ...cht chang liem that gap, li a qua a lai, thut ra thut vao that nhanh cham vao t cung em khong ngng. Tri ! em sng chet i c. Em ren len, rang em nghien lai, chiec ui non cua em khong con bet ra na, em khep chat lai v sng, tay em gh lay au chang nhan vao, nhan vao them... Li chang van liem ra, ui em khep vao bet ra khong ngt cho en luc sng qua em khong con kiem ham c na em ngoi bat day, tay e d chat au chang vao hang em, t em hay len... chang ra ra liem nut d doi hn, cho en luc tht em hai ben hang git len, tay chan em ra ri, em nga ngi xuong ging th t khe gia khe ca mnh em vot ra mot dong nc sen set trang uc nh sa ban vao mieng chang. Nht kh em ban ra lai lang chay bao nhieu chang nuot het bay nhieu mot cach ngon lanh, coi o nh la mot phan thng thc thch thu sau hn na gi vat va...
Sau mot luc vat va lan lon trong khoai cam, em nam tenh benh, tay chan em mem nhun, khong muon c ong g na het. Ma toc huyen cua em buong xoa xuong nem trang xoa. Mat em lim dim e me thng thc cai met moi trong khoai lac... than the loa lo cua em bat ong trc oi mat them thuong cua chang. oi vu xinh xan phap phong len xuong theo hi th don dap...
Khong gian c chang cuoi xuong up mat vao ngc em hon lay hon e, tay se se hai au vu lam e me lai e me them. Dng vat chang c ong luon, au khac n to ra, nc nhn r r chay ra... nh mi moc em... Chang om vai em, nghieng ngi em lai d dng vat vao mieng em bao em nut, bu...
Em cung khong ngan c them muon, khong t hiem, ke chiec mieng hoa ti tham ngam au dng vat chang nut nhe nhe. That la tuyet, ch a! Dng vat chang nh la mot cay gan dai, am am nam gia hai hang chang, pha tren la mot chom long en ram rap xoan tt lay nhau nh la mot cong trnh tuyet vi cua tao hoa ban cho, lam cho ngi phu n chung em sung sng vay.
au dng vat chang man man, boc ra hi thm tho ngay ngat cua ngi an ong lam em nut mai khong chan. Tay em nam tron lay dng vat chang thut ra thut vao, co luc man me hai hon dai buong thong. Em va nut, tay em va bop chat, va thut va keo. Em cang thut nhanh chng nao chang cang to ra thch thu chng ay...
Em cung bat chc chang a li ra liem quanh au dng vat cua chang, lam chang sung sng lay tay gh chat lay au em va ut sau dng vat vao mieng em. Em biet chang cung cao hng lam roi nen cang nut manh ra ra li liem that sat, tay khong ngt thut dng vat chang c thoa thch va to cho chang biet: em ieu chang.
Mot luc sau, dng nh chang a sng lam roi, chang lat nga em lai roi tran mnh nac nhe nhe vao mieng em... Chang that kh qua ch a! Co cai ch nac manh qua, dng vat chot tuot vao mieng em lam em muon nget th... Em ngam dng vat chang nut lia la lam chang sung sng qua om chat lay em. Neu tay em khong ngng man me hon dai chang th chang cung khong kem, c nhoi bop se se cap vu em luon. Nut mai em moi mieng lam roi. Tuy nut nh the th chang cung thay rat sng ma em cung thay sng na, nc nhn ca mnh em c r ra luon... Bong chang nac that nhanh, hi th chang don dap... Em biet chang a sng en tot nh roi, em ngam lay dng vat chang nut lia la... Roi... chang ngng lai, mot dong kh t au dng vat ban vao mieng em man man, beo beo...Nht kh chang chay ra vo cung nhieu...em khong t hiem nuot ca...
Chang th mot hi dai khoan khoai, buong mnh nam dai tren ging ngh met...
Hom nay em va chang a thng thc mui v cua nhau that thoa thch. Chnh cai mui v nay, mui v ieu ng lam cho chung em quyen luyen nhau mai khong ri...
S e me nay va dt th chang bay ra tro khac, tiep tuc na... Chang om chat lay em, au yem nut vao chiec hoa xinh ep cua em roi khe bao:
Anh bu em nh vay em co bang long khong?
Em tht th ap:
Em bang long.
Chang mm ci xiet chat lay em, cai dng vat cua chang c co vao hai hang em va nhot nhat va thch thu. Chang bao em ng xuong ging bet hai hang ra, roi chang quy xuong di ben di hai ui non trang treo cua em, ngan mat len ke mieng vao ca mnh em ma bu nut na... Chang lam kieu nay th co li la em ng mong ta vao ging, t cung em thong xuong nhieu hn nen khi chang le sau vao ben trong, th cham vao ngay t cung em lam em sung sng het sc. Chang cung a li ra, ra qua ra lai, bu liem, nut, luc nay chang lam a qua, gap may lan luc nay... Hai tay chang om chat lay t em, dau c rut vao hai hang em ma bu khien em c giat nay len tng hoi... c the chang cang lam le, li chang c ra manh vao hai mep ca mnh lam em ren r len tng hoi... Roi... ti mot luc li chang lam em kch ong qua o, em chu khong noi na chup lay ngi chang.... Ca hai nam lan tren ging giong em van v:"Anh, anh i! em sung sng qua... chu khong noi na, chieu em mot lan nhe anh..." Em nam nga hi th don dap, cap vu phap phong... Em dang tay mi chang... Dng nh chang cung khong dan noi na v b kch thch qua o. Chang vo lay em, cam dng vat nhan vao ca mnh em keu mot cai ot...
EM TH BA
Ch a!
Hom nay la ngay th ba, hai ngay qua em a c ngup lan trong ai an.Ngay hom nay ca mnh em van con ran rat, co le ni mang trinh b rach cha lanh nhng cai rat quai la nay lam em nga ngay ben trong hn la au. No lam em rao rc moi khi ngh en chang.
Tri sup toi, xep at cm nc xong, th chang chay vao sa xuong ben em vuot ve nung nu, chang hom nay that ti mat, hai em roi mat ngu khong lam chang met moi t nao ca, sc lc van doi dao. Em va tam xong than the that thoai mai. Chang nam ke ben em phac hoa chng trnh ma lat na em phai oi pho. Nghe chang noi em bt rt khong yen ch muon bat tay vao viec.
Hom nay qua that khac vi hai hom trc, em hoi hop het sc khong biet roi ay em co chu noi chang khong? Chang bat au ci o em va chang ra, dng vat chang a bat au dieu vo dng oai, au ngac len cao, tay chang bat au hoat ong s mo khap ngi em. Em va nhot nhat va that khoan khoai. Chang s khap ngi em, vuot ve hai ben bap ui non mn mang cua em roi dng lai ca mnh em. Em biet chang sap sa lam g roi. Tuy chang chi em nhieu lan roi nhng em van that rung ong. Ban tay chang r en au, gai oc em noi len en o. Em bet ui ra th ngon tay chang a lan vao hai ben mep ca mnh em co ti co lui, ben nay roi ben kia lam em khoan khoai het sc. Co luc chang se nhe vao mong oc va bop khe khe, phai biet rang ni ay de lam cho than the b bien ong nhat, ma chang th that ac c nham vao cho ay ma se bop mai, em sng run ca ngi len.Ngon tay chang lan sau vao lo cua mnh em va co co ngoay ngoay, khi thut sau vao luc lai rut ra, em thay a het sc. Ngi em bat au nay len tng hoi, luc lach qua ben kia khi lach lai theo chieu ngon tay cua chang. Chang ut ngon tay vao sau hn na, c nham au t cung em ma ngoay. Oi! em sng qua ch i!
Chang cang ngoay manh em cang sng ien len c. Rang em phai nghien that chat e khoi bat len tieng thet, chang van iem nhien ngoay thoc cho en luc em khong con kiem ham c na, mot dong nht kh bat chay ra t ca hang em, chang mi thoi dng lai em ngoi day. Em ng ta lng vao vach tng hang bet rong ra, mu lon em nay ve pha trc. Ca mnh em lo lo ve pha trc. Ca mnh em lo lo ve pha chang nh kieu khch. That em hoang mang het sc nhn chang ng pha xa tay lam lam cam dng vat dai thong cng , cha ve pha ca mnh em. Khong hieu chang chi kieu g ay ma em co chu noi khong?
Bong chang lay trn roi chay nhanh ti, dng vat chang am ngay vao ca mnh em keu len tieng. Tri i! Em sng ien ngi len, ma cung thon het sc. Dng vat chang a chui tot vao ca mnh em, thau ti t cung. Chang lai rut ra, roi chay lai am ti na. Ba bon lan, lan nao em cung chat li ht ha v sng, v thon. Sau vai lan nh vay dng vat chang thot ngay ca mnh em, hai tay chang b lay t em ma nac thoc vao. Tay chang siet t em vao them, cai nao cai nay em sng te ca ngi, c chat li ht ha luon. Chang cang luc cang hng nhieu, nac cang manh vao ca mnh em... oc oc...
Em sung sng lam roi, rung mnh luon may lt. Nht kh t cua mnh em chay ra dam de, t ca hang em va hang chang va nhieu ca xuong at. Em om cng chang lai, chang e nguyen dng vat trong ca mnh em, c the be em at len ging. Ni ay em lai mot phen e me vi chang na. Em lim dim oi mat khong con biet g na, ch thay thch va a trong ca mnh lan trong t cung. Ben tai em nhng tieng oc oc... oc oc... lan hi th nong bong don dap cua chang. Em ch biet nghien rang tran mnh chu lay s khoai lac ay. co luc em phai ren len nho nho, xac tht em bay gi ang oan oai trong cn ma gio phu phang. Roi mot hi th dai khoan khoai, mot than the nang ne phu chup lay ngi em, mot dong nc am am ban vao ca mnh em, vao tan t cung em. Em tran mnh on nhan cai cam giac sung sng, nhe nhang lan vao xng tuy, xac tht em.
Ch a! a la than gai, neu ai a mot lan mem mui v ai an vi ngi mnh yeu th c them muon mai. May em qua em va sung sng va au n, nhng van thch thu muon chang chi mai.
Oi! Chi sao ma sng qua, chi sao ma a qua. Chang a chi em bao phen oan oai, ao ien v than xac chang.
EM TH T
Ch! ch a hnh dung c may hom va qua cua em ay hoan lac.
Ch a! em nay la em th t, e em thuat lai cho ch nghe e ch chia se niemhanh phuc cua em. em nay that la mot em tng bng cua i em. Sung sng cung lam ma au n cung nhieu. Ch co the ngh, than em manh mai ma lien tiep ba em roi em chu ng biet bao giay phut ti bi, th lam g tranh c cai au n chut t. Noi ro hn v ca mnh cua em con mi, khong c rong lam, ma dng vat chang th to ln, tranh lam sao khong khoi au n rat buot. Nhng ch a, chnh v nhng cai e am rat buot ay ma s sung sng cang tang. Em au n trong sung sng hoan lac that kho nghe phai khong ch? Nhng ai a tng an ai roi mi hieu ro c. Rieng chang, chang rat thch thu trng hp cua em, chang bao chang rat thch nh the, v cua mnh em co that mi xiet dng vat chang hn, chi nh the thay sng hn. Ch sau nay em sinh con e cai roi th ca mnh em rong ra th s sung sng se kem i. Bi the an ong van thch chi "gai con trinh" hn.
Thoi dai dong qua e em ke cho ch nghe. em nay khong i chang bao, em vao phong ci het quan ao ra roi em nam ch chang.
Ch a! qua may em chung ung vi chang ngi em a thay khac, vu em n nang ra kheu gi hn, num vu th o sam hn ch khong con hong nh trc na va cung to hn hoi con con gai. Mong em cung n to ra va c ch rut re e le bien mat. Chang thay em h hang mot toa thien nhien lo lo th thch lam, trut ngay quan ao ra len nam vi em. Chang nam lay tay em roi hon vao ban tay roi khe hoi: "Hom nay em a het rat cha?".
Em gat gu e chang yen long, neu khong chang khong dam lam het sc. Chang ngam oi vu no tron cua em a tay s bop s soang man me cap vu. Em lim dim tan hng nhng vuot ve au yem cua chang. Kinh nghiem day em, trc khi muon chi can phai lam cho ngi mnh "nng len", cng len roi mi chi. Chang vuot ve man me hon ht that lau. Ca mnh em bay gi cung n nang va trong hap dan hn, hai mep vun cao len, chnh gia mong oc o tay, cha len nh mot choi non va he nhuy. Chang se vao ay lam toan than em rung mnh. Mong oc o san cng len roi em thay hng qua ngi em bat au ham ham nong. Ve phan chang th dng vat a nng len cng ngat ang guc gac au lam le muon chui vao ca mnh em. Chang bat em ngoi khom au ra pha trc, hai tay choi xuong ging, t ngang cao len nh ang bo vay, ca mnh em lo ra pha sau nguyen ven. Chang cam dng vat ut vao ca mnh em, co the hai tay chang om chat lay t em ma nac ti. Cang luc cang nac thoc vao lam em e me sung sng, chang cang c the cang am sau dng vat vao ca mnh em hn, no vao qua sau, au khac cua dng vat chang ung vao t cung em, em gap mnh lai ren r.Thay sng qua ch i! Nhat la luc au khac cua dng vat chang ca vao t cung cua em. Nht kh ban ra khong ngt. Chi kieu nay dng vat chang vao that sat that sau, thnh thoang chang lach qua lach lai khien dng vat chang ngoay t pha trong t cung em lam em hi thon nhng vo cung sng. Cang luc chang chi em cang a hn. Em ren r luon mom c tran mnh lai chu nhng cu nac cua chang ma ht ha. Nht kh chay ra lenh lang theo hai ben mep lon ma chay xuong ging.
Bay gi chang bao em nam xuong hai tay bop lay vu em chang th ngoi tren hai ui em thoc dng vat ut sau vao ca mnh em that manh.
Ch i! Em rat thch chi kieu nay, no rat la sng. Hai tay th bop nan cap vu em khong ngng con t th c nac vao ca mnh em lia la lam em sung sng en cc iem, ren xiet khong ngng. Em luc nay va a lai va thon va e am v moi cai nac thoc cua chang la am xuong la cham manh vao t cung em. Va lat em nam nga hai ui em khep chat lay dng vat chang, co rat sat vao xng hai ben ben lam em e am qua. Nhng cang e am, cang khien em cang sung sng. Bong chang nam len mnh em, hai tay bop chat cap vu em, chang nhoai ngi ra nac thoc vao oc..oc.. ngi em te dai i v a qua. Em rung mnh nghien rang nham mat, hai ui kep chat lay dng vat chang. Tng dong nht kh ban ra ngi em sng run len. Chang luc ay cung vay, ban kh lai lang vao t cung em. Cung mot luc em e me ca mnh va khoan khoai cap vu. Chi kieu nay chang va em sng biet bao nhieu ma ke.
Chung em ong y chi i chi lai oi ba lan that a roi em mi tran mnh lai nam nga, chang lai am dng vat vao ca mnh em ma yen giac. Xong hom ay, em bai hoai ca chan tay v nht kh ra qua nhieu.
EM TH NAM
Bong chieu ta buong dai tren tham co. Chung em cm nc a xong. Ba Sau ang lo pha nc chuan b cho chang than the thm tho mat me. Tam xong em ti tan trong bo quan ao mong. Di lp ao mong manh bo ngc em cang phong, khong che ay c s ham muon rao rc ang am ben trong.
Chang thng bao bo ngc em la ieu bat hanh cho ke nao nhn no.
Em hoi chang sao vay, th chang tra li: "Tai no qua khieu khch, hang ngay anh c om ap no trong long, tay nang niu no ma moi lan thay no anh van them muon huong chi la ngi khac".Em bat ci v nhng y ngh ngo nghnh cua chang.
Va that vay ch a! Lan nao c gan em la chang nang niu vuot ve cap vu luon, ieu o lam em t hao va khoai ch vo cung.
Co mot vai ngi ban en chi, chang vi ho ngoi phong khach.
That quai la lam sao, gi nay toi en ni roi ma con khach vi kha. Chang goi em ra chao hoi s s roi cho vao. Qua that nh li chang noi, s hien dien cua em ni phong khach lam cho bao nhieu cap mat tram tro. Ho co gi lch s e khoi to ra so sang nhng trong cai nhn cua ho khong che giau c s c ao khao khat c. Luc ay em that long lay, bo ngc kieu hanh vun cao len, chiec quan mong om lay chiec mong chac nch, tron tra, ben trong map m an hien chiec silip trang lam boc lo bao nhieu ng net tan ky cua mot ngi con gai. Quai sao ho lam g ma lau the. Em nam ay c nghe thay x xao ci noi cua ho lam em sot ca ruot. Chac chang cung ang nong long lam v em nghe chang ang ..a cho qua chuyen. Chiec ging nem trai ra trang tinh van con ghi lai am a nhng cuoc ai an cuong bao, au ay con phang phat hng v am a cua chang va em, mot noi khao khat rao rat trong long em.Em methiep i trong giay phut thoai mai ay ...khong biet bao lau ...mot ban tay nong hoi tuot nhe chiec quan em ra,roi chiec ao canh lua hong cung c ci ra not .Ban tay am ap ay bop bop vu em ,roi oi moi hap tap nut vao au vu, em sung sng lang ngi i ,ca mnh em cung b mao may mot hoi ,ngon tay lach vao mu lon em ngoay nhe nhe,t cung em e me .Em phai tran mnh e khoi bat ra tieng ren.Ben tai em hi th don dap nong hoi quen thuoc cua chang .Roi chiec mieng hoa xinh ti cua em b khoa chat bang mot nu hon khat khao ,vu em b bop nan se lien hoi ,ngon tay ca mnh cung tho ra thut vo ,ngoay ben nay co ben kia.Cung luc tai ba ni cua than the em b kch ong manh liet ,th ch i!lam sao em chu noi .Em quan quai e me ren len ..u..u..Hai tay em s soat bau vu vao khoang khong .Em kep chat ui lai va rung mnh mot dong kh am ap buc ra ,tam than e me ay hoan lac cua em ang lenh benh troi trong khoang khong .Chang van cha chu ngng .Moi em, vu em,ca mnh em van b kch ong d doi hn.Em vat va ren xiet nho nho , giong em nghen ngao :
"Thoi anh i ,thoi i anh,em chu het noi roi,mau i anh".Em bat day vo lay chang ,chang em day ,lon hai chan chang di chan em ,chang va em ngoi oi dien nhau,va mot tieng "ot"dng vat chang a chui vao ca mnh em trong s e me khoai lac. Em nham nghien oi mat ,hai tay om lay co chang,chang th b t em len cho dng vat vao that sat,ut that sau vao ca mnh em, au khac cham vao t cung em
Oi ! ch i! Lam sao tac s sung sng gan nh ien loan cua em luc ay.Trong cai the ngoi ay , hai tay chang om lay t em roi c the ma ca qua ca lai ,lach ben nay lamben kia ,dng vat chang theo a ay ma am vao t cung em.
Ch i !luc ay em a het sc .Em tran mnh ,mieng keu ren ht ha khong ngt mat em nham nghien lai. Dng vat chang hnh nh cang luc cang to hn,cang dai hn .No c am thoc ngo ngoay mai khong ngng .Em that kho ,va sng te ca ngi ,va thon ay ,lam em c ht ha ren r luon .Ma nao chang co chu buong em ra au.Chang c lat lach ,om t em xiet vao ,ca qua ca lai ,chang c lam manh dan manh dan ...Em cang ren len to hn ,vong tay xiet chat lay co chang , ui kep lay mong chang ,sng qua em muon het len that to .Em run mnh len lien tiep ,nhng dong nht kh buc chay ra sen set trang uc nh sa tuon ra t ca mnh em lai lang . Luc ay ,chang mi at em nam xuong roi nam phu len ngi em ,om cham lay tam than em ma nac thoc vao nh ma bao ..oc..oc Em lai e me lan lon ,t nay len lien hoi hi th don dap .Mac em lan lon, chang van gh lay em ma nac thoc ti .Em lai nghien rang ui kep lai ,nht kh lai chay ra dam de .Tieng ren cua em nh tat nghen lai va ri ben tai em mot hi th khoan khoai ay sung sng ,t cung nhan lien tiep nhng giot tinh kh nong bong lam em e me . Xac tht em lai qua mot em khoai lac ti bi.
EM TH SAU
Ch a!
Chang ban ngay rat ban ron ,cong viec rat be bon nen du chang the nao cung khong the bo be c. Xa chang phut nao em cang thay nh phut ay ,v chong mi ci la the ay!
Co nhng buoi tra nong trong can phong vang ve ,em nam tran troc ,em khong the nao ngu yen c ,c chp mat c mot chut la em boi hoi ngh ti s khoai lac en mc ien loan ma chang a ban cho em.
Ch i em thay nh chang qua .Co chang nha co khi nao em c yen au, khong om ap em th chang cung s mo, nan vu em, het s mo roi th hon ht mai khong chan.Nhng vat va nhat la luc ban em, chang lam u th :hon moi, nut li, ngam vu... roi "cuc cng", chang pha phach en khi em ren xiet. Ch khi nao chang thoai mai xac tht hoan toan mi buong em ra. Nhng la lam sao ch i ,em nh ong loa vi chang vay .Neu chang khong ngo ngang en em th em tm cach kheu gi chang.
Buoi chieu va ve ti nha,chang a tm en em ngay .Em sa vao long chang nung nu .Em bao sao chang ve qua muon lam em nh muon chet .Chang mm ci hon vao oi go ma hay hay o cua em va bao rang chang cung nh em muon chet vay.Quanh i quan lai ch vi nhng cau yeu thng thng ngay.
Chung em tam ra chung va dung cm xong th tri cung va toi m .Bong em thuan li cho nhng ngi yeu nhau.
Ch i !em nay so vi may em trc that la mot em sung sng nhat.
Chang chu chuong em u moi ieu .Tnh yeu chung em cang luc cang them am a, mat thiet .Than the nay n cua em thch hp vi bo quan ao bo sat hom nay.Nhng ni ang nhn tren ngi em noi len nhng ng cong tuyet dieu .Ni than the em toat ra mot mui hng du du khien chang phai say me ngay ngat .Va khep ca phong lai ,chang gh em vao long ,gan vao oi moi mot nu hon nong bong .Chang ngam lay li em nut ngon lanh ,voi vang nuot lay nhng g thm tho cua mieng em ,tay th s mo mong em siet chat vao long chang .Dng vat cng o cua chang cha ra nh muon xuyen thung hai lp quan tm en cua mnh em vay.Chang be em at len ging ,nut ao em keu len..bc..bc..,roi chiec quan em c tuot ra not .
Trong choc lat hai than the em va chang tran truong quyen lay nhau .Chang an nhe dng vat vao phan na trong cua mnh em roi nac nhe nhe.Va tay chang r mo man me oi vu non na cua em.Ngon tay chang s nhe vao num vu ang cang cng ngat ,e me qua chng .Nhng cai loi kch thch na chng lam em va rao rc va uat c ,sao chang khong ut het dng vat cua mnh vao ma chi cho em thoa man, c nhap nha nhap nh, xac tht em oi hoi manh liet .Em nghien rang tran mnh lai chu ng.Chang c nhap nhap ,va roi em khong the chu ng c na em bat day nh chiec lo xo ,chup lay ngi chang nay t that manh ti,"ot" mot tieng .Em bun run ca tay chan ,no a vao trong tham cung em roi ,bay gi chang mi nga ngi xuong nem ,dng vat chang sung sung nh mot cay cot cha thang len tren,chang e em treo len mnh chang ma chi cho a .Em khong ngan ngai e no ngay cua mnh em ,roi ngoi xuong trn len mnh chang nhan that manh xuong roi nac thoc lay chang .That kieu nay rat mi la trong may ngay qua, chi kieu nay em thay sung sng het sc ,v em ong vai tro chu ong ,ch cho a th em nac that manh vao ,t em xoay ben nay tr ben kia ,khi lat khi lach ,moi cai gap mnh cua em la dng vat chang thoc sau vao tan t cung lam em a a,nac vao oc..oc.. Chang th c nay t len phu hoa lam em sung sng e me .Dng vat chang a vao sau em con muon vao sau hn na . Chang gh lay em ren r v sung sng .Moi luc em nac cang gap oc..oc..oc..roi em tran mnh nghien rang ,tinh kh trang uc nhn nht t cua mnh em chay ra dam de .S sung sng cang tang ,chang van bam sat lay em va nac nh vu bao .Em lai rung mnh ,ngi em quan quai ,co luc em lai ren len h ..h...t em bat au sang qua lach lai cho that a .Dng vat chang am ben nay thoc ben kia lam em rung mnh luon .Hi th em gap rut ,chang van don dap nhan ti tap vao,vao sau ,sau na.Em nghien rang ren r ,than the em ti bi ..oc..oc..oc .
Em sung sng ien len "Anh ! Anh i sng qua ". Roi chang tran mnh lai ,gh lay em tham cung em nhan nhng giot tinh kh am ap cua dng vat chang e me ban vao nh suoi chay. Em e me sung sng om t chang nhan vao them. Ch mot luc ngh dng vat chang lai cng len. Em lai treo len mnh chang ma vat va e me ra ri. Ca mnh em lai c mot em thoa thch
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Khoa Nguyen
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My Megan ch. 1-8 (mf nc reluc oral anal blackmail)
By Foxbat
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are completely fictional, and bear
no intended resemblance to characters in real life. This story contains
graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read if such
stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.
Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the disclaimer
and author's name remain intact and unaltered.
Feedback is welcome: [email protected]
This story starts out fairly rough, but is at heart a love story.
Chapter 1: Work Program
The only way to begin a story like this one is to begin at the beginning.
My name is William, and I am a senior (or Sixth Former, as they say) at a
private New England boarding school, although I happen to be a day student.
I get fairly good grades, play soccer and lacrosse, and am editor in chief
of the school newspaper. School takes up nearly all my time, between
studies, sports and my activities, leaving me with little time for a social
life.
Before you decide that I am a pathetic nerd, let me remind you that finding
relationships in a small school where everyone knows everyone else and their
history and problems can be a difficult thing. The phenomenon of the
"hook-up" has arisen to deal with this problem. Relationships based more
upon physical need than anything else are common, and the social scene is
more tangled than most rural hill billy areas.
Enough about me, though. This entire part of my life began one afternoon
as I was walking through the science wing of the school, trying to find one
of my physics teachers to ask about a recent quiz. In the small amount of
time between the end of classes and the beginning of sports, most students
have a so-called work program, a chore to do like vacuuming, or emptying
trash, which is part of the private school philosophy to teach
responsibility. Holding my position in the newspaper exempt me, however,
from such a lowly activity. Unfortunately, it didn't exempt Megan.
I absentmindedly walked into my teacher's class room, expecting to see my
teacher at her desk. Instead, a young freshman I had seen around but never
talked to jumped up letting a sheaf of papers fall back to the teacher's
desk. Megan had dirty blond hair, had a swimmer's build, and had been
digging through the open files now in disarray on the teacher's desk.
Under normal circumstances, my friends wouldn't describe me as a naturally
nice and thoughtful person, but they wouldn't characterize me as mean
spirited or sadistic either. However, this one afternoon, I had had a long
day, and wasn't in the mood to play games. I was also horny as hell.
I think it was the horniness that did it, but I'm not really sure. It
might have been the feeling of teenaged sexual frustration which any male
past the age of 15 can empathize with. Whatever it was, it took control of
my mouth.
When I entered the room, Megan's look of guilt removed any questions as to
what she had been doing. I heard myself shout at her, "what the fuck do you
think you are doing?"
She barely managed to stammer back that she was looking for something.
Barely had the last words escaped her mouth when I slammed my fist down on
the desk in a fit of put-on rage. "Looking for what? Looking for a test?
Looking to cheat? I know exactly what you are doing, so don't lie to me.
Do you know what this means for your career here? Cheating is grounds for
expulsion."
Megan's face turned white with the last word. The last thing the parents
of a nice day-student girl would want to here is how their daughter had been
expelled for cheating. Megan knew this too, and she stood there, mouth open
slightly, hands limply holding a manila folder which dropped back down to
the desk. The noise it made brought her sharply back to reality, and she
began to plead with me.
Her words ran together, tears welled up in her eyes, and all I could hear
was the phrase, "anything you want."
There are a few words which are guaranteed to get the attention of any
high-school boy, and that is one of them. This was exciting - I felt a rush
of power and adrenaline go straight to my head. My voice sneered at her.
"Anything? Do you really mean that?"
She was on the verge of a nervous break-down. All I had to do to was write
a slip of paper to a dean - my word against hers - a Sixth Former (with a
perfect record, who knew most of the faculty), against a new freshman - it
wouldn't be close.
Megan looked up at me through tear stained eyes, and croaked out the word
"anything."
Music to my ears. I looked at her, and told her to return to the physics
classroom after dinner. She began to tell me she couldn't, that she had to
be home for dinner in a rush of fear and anxiety, but I cut her off: "All
it takes is a report from me, and you are history. Be here." I stalked
off, leaving her to dissolve onto the floor in fits of sobbing and pleading.
Chapter 2: Dessert
Soccer practice seemed to drag on forever. All I could think about was the
little blond freshman who would be waiting for me in that physics classroom.
After practice, I showered and changed as quickly as I could so I could
get to dinner.
I decided to eat slowly though. I was sitting with a group of my friends,
and the conversation was good. I spotted Megan on the opposite side of the
cafeteria, eating with a bunch of other freshmen. She had cleaned herself
up remarkably well, leaving no sign of the tears that had marred her pretty
face only hours ago. That said, she just staring into her food with a blank
expression instead of talking, or interacting with the rest of her table.
My eyes returned to my table when someone asked me to pass the napkins, but
my mind lingered on Megan.
After I was done with dinner, and had cleared my tray, I looked across the
cafeteria directly at Megan. She must have felt my glare, because she
looked up and back at me for a moment, before dropping her gaze submissively
to her food. I walked out of the dining hall, barely able to suppress the
bounce in my step from my anticipation.
The night was cool, but not freezing as I walked to the academic building.
I paused part of the way there to collect myself. Thoughts of caution began
to flood my mind, but I quickly brushed them aside with thoughts of what I
would do with my new toy.
I continued walking, entered the building, and traced my steps back to the
science wing. I found the classroom, and let my self in, turning on the
light as I walked in. I proceeded to the back of the classroom, and sat
down on one of the lab tables. I sat in silence for about two more minutes
before I heard the door click and a very scared Megan walked in.
She managed to look at me for 3 seconds before looking at the ground in
front of her. With one hand still on the door, she opened her mouth, and
began to deliver a speech she must have composed during dinner with a dead
tone. I was beginning to have more control over myself by this point, and
after a few seconds, I interrupted her with a soft, "no."
Her false composure faded, and tears started rolling down her cheeks again,
although she fought sobs in silence. After a pause, I commanded her to come
over to me. She let go of the door handle, and walked across the room. She
stopped a few feet in front of me. Still sitting on the table, I reached
out and lifted her chin so she was looking into my eyes.
"I have decided not to write you up, but you have to make it worth my
while. I won't say anything about this incident to anyone, but I want you
to do some favors for me first. If you say anything about what happens here
tonight, no one will believe you, and you are toast at this school. Got
it?"
Megan managed to nod dumbly.
With my own safety guaranteed, my urges began to stir. "You have convinced
me, but I think Little Willie still needs to be convinced."
She looked puzzled for a second, but when I stood up and reached for my
fly, it all became clear. She continued to stand and stare as I unzipped
and pulled out "Little Willie." Little Willie was actually not little
(although he wasn't huge either). He was about normal sized, but for a
freshman girl raised in the lap of relative luxury, he must have looked
rather intimidating, because Megan's eyes widened. Still only half erect, I
began to stroke my cock slowly, as Megan continued to stare.
I placed my free hand on her head, and put pressure on it, forcing her down
to her knees. She looked up at me and stammered, "I... I... I have never done
this before."
I looked from Willie to her, and back again. "Don't worry," I said gently,
"it won't bite you. You can touch it, you know. That's the idea here."
Looking as if she were about to touch a snake, Megan reached out and
touched my cock softly at first. I wrapped my hand around hers, and used
her hand to continue my stroking action as my dick began to get hard.
"Lick it," I said curtly, as I took my hand off from around hers. She kept
stroking me as I had done, and slowly stuck out her tongue. As her tongue
slowly touched the end of my dick, I felt delicious sensations of pleasure,
heightened by the circumstances. She continued to lick the tip of my dick
as she stroked it, until I directed her to take it into her mouth. "Just
pretend it's a blow pop," I said, as she gingerly began to feed my cock into
her mouth.
I looked down at the head of a cute blond freshman bobbing slowly on my
cock, and I was in heaven. Although this wasn't the first blow-job I had
experienced, and although it certainly wasn't the best, it was definitely
the most exciting. My eyes were glued to her lips engulfing my now rigid
cock, and I could feel her beginning to experiment as she moved her tongue
against the underside of my dick. As good as this was, I wanted more.
"Move faster," I commanded her. Her eyes rolled up in an attempt to look
at me, but she obediently began to pump faster with her hand and mouth. My
hands which had been running through her hair and toying with her bangs, now
moved to a more controlling position behind her head. As her pace
increased, and I felt the orgasm building in me, I applied pressure.
When I finally climaxed, she was almost choking from the pressure as I
began to slam my raging hard cock into her warm mouth. Her eyes went wild
and I heard her grunt as pulses of my hot cum flooded her mouth. To her
credit though, she didn't stop sucking and licking.
When I was spent, I withdrew my deflating cock from her mouth, stopping
only to wipe it on the side of her face as I put it back in my pants and
zipped up my fly. I could see she was trying to figure out what to do about
my cum which was still in her mouth, so I told her she could either spit or
swallow - her choice. She looked for a place to see it, gave up, gulped and
swallowed. I reached down, and lifted her to her feet. A streak of my
semen lay across her cheek, and a few strands had dribbled from her lips. I
ran my finger over her face, collecting the remainder. I held it up, and we
both looked at it for a second before I moved my finger against her lips.
She opened her mouth, and sucked the cum off my finger and swallowed that
too.
We sat in silence for a few seconds, and then I reached out and gave her a
little hug, the way a master pats a dog after he has performed a good trick.
I then walked by her and out of the classroom, leaving her to deal with
her mixed emotions and the salty taste now stuck in her mouth.
Chapter 3: Encore
Days passed after our little encounter, and both of our lives returned to
normal. I quickly lost track of Megan under the onslaught of my work and
activities. From what little I saw of her in the course of a normal day, it
seemed that Megan had also returned to her old self, frolicking with her
freshman friends.
The thoughts of her which had consumed me that one afternoon more or less
melted and faded into the background until one night when I was layout my
latest newspaper. I had come across a picture of her playing field hockey,
her eyes focused on the ball, her little tits bouncing and her hair wild in
the wind. Suddenly, I felt her lips and tongue on my cock again, and I
needed to have more of her. I hesitated for a moment over whether I could
blackmail her a second time before I brought up my email program and fired
off a message to her telling her to be in the science wing at the early time
of 7:00 AM the next morning. Since classes didn't start until 8, almost no
one would be around at that hour.
I was waiting for her, and at 7:05, she walked down the hall, dressed
nicely in a short black skirt and buttoned blouse. I just stood there and
let my eyes roam as she walked down the hall to me. When she stopped, I
looked around. Rather than the risque setting of the physics classroom, I
decided that a maintenance closet which had been left over was a safer
option. I motioned to her to follow me, and we walked across the hall to
the closet.
Once inside, I closed the door most of the way, and looked at her. Once
again, she was staring sullenly at the floor. After a second, she looked up
at me with her big blue eyes. I nodded; she understood and dropped to her
knees. She waited for me to free Willie, but I motioned for her to do it
herself.
Now, I admit that I have a limited experience in this world. There are a
lot of places I have not been and a ton of things I have not done. But I
would be willing to wager that there are few feelings as tinglingly
delightful as feeling a young girl's hands reaching in your pants and
playing with your dick.
After a little fishing around (I never realized that a fly could be
confusing), Megan managed to get my dick out. Before she could go at it
though, I instructed her to get my nuts out as well. She complied and
succeeded in getting both my nuts out of my shorts without pinching them too
hard. I put my hand gently on her neck and she took my cock into her mouth
for the second time.
Because the shock and fear was less this time, I let myself be a little
rougher. I actively sawed my dick in and out as she tried to keep up with
her hands. I had to remind her to involve her tongue, but once she did, I
could feel myself stiffening right away. I screwed her mouth for close to
ten minutes in the maintenance closet that day. I didn't want it to end,
but eventually, the feeling of her cute little tongue on my dick and her
small hands wrapped around my member did me in. I wrapped my hands in her
hair, ruining her pony tail, and took control. She was a good sport, and
kept up as best as she could, but I could tell she wasn't liking it when I
came deep in the back of her mouth. She started swallowing, and the feeling
of her mouth moving against my dick was amazing. I kept pumping, despite
the overpowering sensation on my cock. When I was finally done, I almost
slumped back against the sink behind me. She stood up and wiped her face on
a towel hanging on the wall.
There was an awkward silence as we stood there. I reached out and drew her
to me, giving her a hug, before I left.
I felt much more energetic that day, and it wasn't long before I was
planning to have Megan again.
Chapter 4: Fugue
I forced myself to capitulate to the practical requirements of our
schedules, and it was a full week before Megan received the next email with
a date and time.
This time, I told her to go to the newsroom. The newsroom was a unique
place on campus - it occupied what must have once been an old washroom on
the fourth floor of one of the old buildings. Due to the incompetence of
the faculty advisor, no teacher had set foot in the room in decades. The
walls were covered with shelves full of boxes of old issues and where there
were no shelves, pictures and graffiti covered the walls. The furniture was
an eclectic collection of whatever the newstaff had been able to haul off
over the years. Various computers, cameras and coffee machines were stacked
on the tables, along with the paraphernalia necessary to put out a paper.
Since our paper was only a bi-monthly publication, the newsroom was only in
use a few nights a month. And since I was one of the only students with a
key, it was the perfect place for me to play with my new toy.
I had to explain how to get there to Megan, who had never heard of the
place before, nonetheless, she managed to make it there on time. I was able
to enjoy her with less risk of being caught and in greater comfort. The
newsroom was much better than a maintenance closet.
When Megan walked in, I was sitting in my over-stuffed old CEO-type chair,
waiting. I had Little Willie was standing at full attention, and she wasted
no time. Megan's skills had improved greatly since I started coaching her,
and slamming my cock into her throat had become one of my favorite
past-times. With my hands wrapped in her hair, I forced her mouth onto my
dick as she tried not to choke. The feeling of her mouth around my cock was
wonderful, and the feeling of power I had as I manipulated her head on my
pole was a rush. I came quickly, but I was charged enough to go for a
second round. With a little work, Megan revived Willie and I let her have
more freedom as I built towards climax for the second time. This time, the
sight of her little cute head bobbing up and down was too much. I reached
for the digital camera we used to take pictures for the newspaper, and
snapped a few pictures of her head mounted on my cock. She noticed, but
kept going, even though tears began to roll down her cheeks yet again. She
sucked, slurped and stroked like a fiend, and swallowed when I came gushing
into her. She even cleaned off my limp dick without being told. After
adjusting her hair, I pulled her to me. I looked her in the eye as I drew
her mouth to me, and kissed her. I could feel her surprise as I invaded her
mouth with my tongue. Our kiss lasted for maybe 30 seconds before I
withdrew and let her go.
My new blackmail material was sufficient to ensure further cooperation, and
I what I had planned definitely required cooperation.
Unfortunately for poor Megan, I began to develop a taste for her. Our
encounters took on the form of a weekly appointment. I don't know what she
told her mom, but once a week, she would eat dinner at school, and then we
would sneak up to the newsroom for half an hour of intensive oral sex.
After each blow-job extravaganza, I would give her a quick hug or another
exploratory kiss, she would redo her hair, and leave in silence.
Chapter 5: Familiarization
As the year wore on, and the days got shorter, Megan spent more time with
me up in the newsroom. The lack of sunlight and natural loneliness
associated with winter made me long for her warm presence more often, and
she was still under my control enough to obey my summons.
In time, I found something reassuring in my little trysts with Megan. I
had someone who wouldn't walk out on me, a captive audience.
After one of her better blow-jobs, I stopped her from leaving. I directed
her to one of the other chairs. I could see she was confused - she had
already gotten me off, what could I possibly want?
Although I was a little embarrassed, I told her I wanted to talk to her.
It seemed strange that someone who could touch my dick without the least feeling
of awkwardness was terrifying to talk with. Megan asked what I wanted to
talk about and was rather perplexed when I shrugged and said, "life."
I asked her how her practice had gone that day, and how her classes were,
and which teachers she liked. Although it was like an interrogation at
first, she eventually began to respond in more than one word answers. By
the time I told her she could leave, I felt that I had made a little
progress.
From there on out, after getting my rocks off, Megan and I would sit around
and talk for a while. I learned all about her little social circle, her
friends, her love interests, and her thoughts. It seemed strange to me at
first, but perfectly reasonable upon retrospection, that the little blond
girl who sucked me off a few times a week could be interested in other
freshmen. Megan began to warm up to me, and I noticed an improvement in her
oral skills as a result. We often would talk about whatever was on her
mind, and we conquered such lofty subjects as god and sex along the way. I
think in time, she too began value our talks - I was someone who had gone
through what she was going through at school - someone in whom she could
confide without having to worry about being socially betrayed. There was
always a clear distinction between the first 15 minutes where she was a
piece of meat whose sole job was to make me orgasm, and the rest of our time
where we interacted as equals.
Although I played my own social scene for all it was worth, nothing beat my
time with Megan in the newsroom. I could get some of the other girls to go
down on me, but none on a regular basis, and none were as good as Megan had
become.
I began to fantasize, and plot.
Chapter 6: Escalation
You wouldn't think it, but even good quality blow-jobs get boring after a
little while. I was feeling restless, and I wanted to try something new.
The next time Megan walked into the newsroom for one of our little
appointments, she had a surprise coming. She let herself in with the key I
had now given her, and got down on her knees in front of my chair as always,
and was reaching for my fly when I stopped her. She had that wonderful look
of confusion which had graced her face at all the important moments during
our time together, and now was no let down. I told her to take a seat.
"I have made two decisions. First, I have decided that from now on, I want
you to get a piece. Believe it or not, I feel a little bad about using you
for so long, and I think the best way to fix this is a little reciprocation.
I think it might be fun, and you will definitely go for it after you know
what it feels like.
"Second, I have decided that I want to escalate things. Given that I
already use your mouth on every occasion I get, I foresee two possible ways
to heat things up. However, since I know you want to remain a virgin, I
will give you a choice. Front door, or back door. You can decide, but I
will have one of them."
Megan had looked shocked after I revealed my first decision, but her jaw hit
the floor when her ears received my second decision. She stared
uncomprehendingly at me for a minute.
"Front door or back...." Megan echoed, her voice trailing off. I suspect she
understood, but couldn't believe that that was what I was telling her.
"Front or back," I snapped, "you can take it where it belongs, or I fuck you
up the ass. Sorry to put it so bluntly, but that's the choice."
Megan stuttered a few times, and looked wildly around the room. Up until
now, I realized, her responsibilities had been almost mechanical. Sucking
my dick had become an activity like any other for her, and required little
attention or commitment on her part. Having me go down on her, not to
mention getting fucked, threw this idea out the window. No longer could she
be a detached observer (or think of herself as a forced victim), she was now
a full blown participant (no pun intended). I think the idea overwhelmed
her.
"You can leave now, if you want, but tomorrow the fun starts for both of
us."
Megan stood up and walked like a zombie out of the room. I sat there, and
had to suppress a chuckle. I had forgotten how naive she really was, and I
had unknowingly rocked her world, yet again.
Chapter 7: Firsts
The next day, I was waiting in the newsroom at our regular time. I had
stopped by CVS beforehand, and picked up a few supplies which would come in
handy for our activities, earning an odd look from the clerk who rung me up.
Megan walked in, trying to look as composed as she possibly could. I just
sat and waited. With her hands clasped behind her back, and with her eyes
flitting around the room, she started to talk, "I....You... You can have me, but
please let me still be a virgin." She sighed with relief at having gotten
her decision out on the table.
"Good. I don't mean to hurt you, and I will try to make it as pleasurable
for you as possible, but I won't change my mind, so you can save yourself
the effort of asking." I stopped, not knowing how exactly to start doing
what I had proclaimed would happen. Megan stood there awkwardly too,
waiting, I suppose, for me to come take her.
Inspiration hit, and I went over to the main computer. I kept an extensive
collection of mp3s on it for late-night music, and I brought up a song with
nice slow dance beat. I turned the volume to a comfortable level, and
walked over to Megan.
Megan was still standing as stiffly as when she walked in. I looked down at
her face and slid my arms around her waist. "Let's dance first... I think we
both need to loosen up a little before either of us is capable of doing
anything." I began to let myself sway to the slow music, and Megan
gradually began to follow. She put her arms around my neck, and staring
straight into my chest, began to dance. We danced slowly for a few minutes,
and Megan rested her head against my chest. I could feel the tension
draining from her, and I began to feel calmer myself.
The music tripped over to the next song, another slow drippy love song.
For a second, I was going to change it, but then I stopped at let myself
enjoy the feel of a lovely freshman pressed into my body. I looked down at
her dirty blond hair, and her head with eyes closed pressed into my chest.
I could feel her hands around my neck, as we slowly turned to the music,
oblivious to the outside world.
I gently moved my hands on her waist, letting the music guide me. I could
feel her stir, and I moved my hands in greater and greater sweeps from her
hips. I brushed the underside of her breasts, and then gently and slowly
ran my hands down towards her ass. She kept her eyes closed, but began to
respond with light pressure against my hands, as if she wanted me to press
harder. As the music climaxed, I ran my hands up to cup her breasts through
her shirt.
Believe it or not, I had never felt Megan up before. She had smallish, but
firm breasts, and my hands felt natural as I cupped them, and gently rolled
them against her. Although I felt her suck her breath in at first, she
exhaled and relaxed, letting me rub her breasts. I ran my hands back down,
and back up again, stopping only one hand at her chest. The other hand
traveled up over her shirt to her head, which I tilted back so we were
looking at each other. I caressed her cheek, swirling my hand softly
against her skin, as I brought my head down. There was an almost electric
sensation which jolted through me as our lips met. I paused, my lips
against hers, before I opened my mouth and invaded hers. I felt her start,
the intrusion still surprising her, but I upped my fondling of her left tit
and pressed her to me, and she began to respond. Our lips and tongues
dances in each other's mouths as our kiss grew more passionate and less
mechanical.
I would never have thought that a freshman girl could kiss so well, but I
guess Megan was a born natural. When we parted for breath, Megan was back
on me before I could exhale. I felt her hands moving against my back, and,
taking this as my cue, ran both my hands back down to her hips and back up
again, this time under her shirt. Megan was wearing a bra, and my hands
traced the bottom curve of her breasts back around her sides to the clasp in
the back, which seemed to magically give way. Her bra floated to the ground
and I moved it out of our way with my foot. My hands crawled back around to
the front, and I played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
I could feel them stiffening, and I could feel her face flushing against
mine.
Reluctant to interrupt the action, I drew her shirt off over her head,
breaking the kiss only as long as it took for the red t-shirt to pass
between us. With her tits free, I carefully mashed them together and rolled
them around, much to her enjoyment, as I felt her little gasps absorbed in
our kiss.
Suddenly, a back corner of my mind realized that something had stopped.
Before I could realize what, I felt more than heard a new song come on, with
a rapid dance beat. Megan adjusted seamlessly, in contrast to my stop and
start. Breaking the kiss but not our contact, she lowered her arms until we
were pressed together but in a better position. I dropped my hands to her
hips, and drew her closer and moved her off center, until my leg was
bouncing and jostling against her crotch as we began to grind. It was not a
serious or overtly sexual grind at first (if such a thing is possible), but
there was definitely contact and stimulation, and I felt Megan bounce and
jerk against me.
Feeling inspired by the music, I reached down for another kiss - a
ravishing animalistic kiss this time, as teeth became involved. I felt
Megan moving and the next thing I knew, my shirt was on the floor. Not
wanting to be outdone, I ran my hands across her chest, down her stomach,
and caressed her abdomen before plunging one hand into the dark unknown.
I felt her nearly buck against me out of surprise and sexual arousal, as my
hand gently manipulated her most private area. I withdrew after a second,
and unzipped her shorts. When I had freed my other hand, I pushed them down,
and sent her panties to follow.
I had her now completely naked, and I wanted to be there too, but I waited.
I began to massage on of her ass-cheeks as my other hand returned to her
crotch. Megan was definitely aroused, as I could tell by the moisture. I
ran my hand through her slit once, and then let her fuzzy mound rest against
the palm of my hand. She pressed back and began to rub herself in little
circles against it, as my fingers danced over her clit and lips.
I could feel her jolt each time her clit came into contact with my palm,
and each time my fingers probed her depths. Ready to join in, I dropped
trow, and jettisoned my boxers.
By this time, the music had ceased to matter to Megan, who was beginning
her ascent of the mountain known as Orgasm. After stopping the music with a
free hand, I spun her around so her back was to me. My dick was raging hard
by this time, and I felt it poke between her upper buttocks - although the
sensation barely penetrated the haze of the building orgasm which covered
her senses. With one hand still glued to her tit, I began to manipulate her
faster with the other hand. I could her squirming, and approaching the
summit. Just as she began to tense up in orgasm, I took my hand away.
The proverbial music stopped and I felt her hand go shooting for her clit.
I intercepted it just in time, the mood broke, and she looked up at me in
frustration and confusion.
As an answer, I took her hand, and led her over to one of the cushions we
kept on the floor. I lay down on my back, pulling her on top of me. Before
she could kiss me again though,
I looked up at her and told her she was riding the wrong way. Again looking
deliciously confused, I turned her around and pulled her back down in a 69
position. At first she didn't get it - though I was starting her back on her
journey, I wasn't feeling the love. A light slap and a few strokes gave her
the right idea, and she got busy.
I began to worry that she would seize up in her orgasm and chomp little
Willie, but she remained gentle. I ran my tongue around the outside of her
cunt, before lapping through it. She tasted sweet and fresh, and I began to
eat her out vigorously. I could feel her response to each time my tongue
hit clit, and, using my hands to hold her open, I shot her the last of the
way towards orgasm as I locked my mouth around her love button. With her
mouth still sealed on my cock, I felt her go still, and then start bucking.
I had to use my arms to hold her ass down on my face, but she kept going on
my cock, sucking like a hoover and bucking like a banshee. I felt myself
coming, and I started throwing my hips up to meet her as she stroked and
sucked my dick. As pulses of my hot cum shot into her waiting mouth, she
slowly began to come down off of her wild orgasm.
When Megan had sucked the last dribbles of cum from my cock, and after I
let my head fall back to the floor, letting go of her clit, I let the wave
of sexual satisfaction wash over me.
In that moment, I realized that I now had a problem. I looked down at my
rapidly thinning cock, and smiled. We would see how good a cock-sucker
Megan really was. I could feel her still breathing hard when I told her to
start sucking again. She obediently lowered her mouth and began to stroke
life back into my limp member. After a minute or two of her attention, I
was at attention, ready for the next round, though not as raging hard as
before.
I indicated to Megan that she could stop, and I reached into my CVS bag
from where I lay and flipped a small foil packet to Megan. She looked
confused until I told her it was a condom. I sat up on the cushion and
pulled her across me so she was laying face down in what would be most
recognizable as a spanking position. I drew my handy CVS fun bag closer,
and began to massage her ass cheeks. It was at this point, when the
recollection of getting banged up the ass penetrated (no pun intended) the
haze of sexual satisfaction which had fogged her mind until now. She tried
to jerk upright, but my hand in the small of her back forcing her down kept
the situation from changing.
"Just relax... it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. I will be real
gentle, and if you really don't like it after the first time we can stop," I
promised. Looking at me with a mixture of trust and suspicion, Megan nodded
and lay back down.
I resumed massaging her ass and fingering her delicate folds, drawing my
finger through her pussy and back over her ass-crack. I tried to trail as
much of her natural juices as I could, and keep her aroused. However, she
wasn't quite as soaked as she had been earlier, and I wanted to make sure
nothing bad happened. Enter KY jelly. I put a dollop on my hand, and after
rubbing it between my fingers, I began to draw little circles around the
little rose-bud which was her asshole. I could feel her shiver, as the KY
was colder than my hands had been, but she didn't make any move to resist.
I worked round and round, and then slipped my index finger in an inch or so.
She stiffened on entry, but then relaxed as I gently moved in and out. I
applied more jelly and worked inside her, without going much deeper than an
inch. She had relaxed by this point that I gradually pushed my finger in up
to the knuckle. I let the jelly coat her insides, and slowly twisted and
probed as her ass learned to accommodate the foreign object which it now
found itself hosting. With my other hand gently stimulating her pussy, I
could feel her arousal returning. I decided it was time to move on, so I
withdrew my hand from her ass, added more jelly, and worked a second finger
back in with the first. Again, it took her a minute to relax and
accommodate the second finger, but it wasn't long before she was enjoying
that too.
After five minutes of ass play, I decided it was time to go for it. I gave
her ass a pat, and had her get up and face me. I showed her how to tear the
foil, and roll the condom down over my prick, which was again begging to
lose interest. With the condom in place, and after a few reviving slurps
from her, I applied some KY and decided we were ready.
I instructed her to get on her hands and knees, and told her to just relax.
I moved behind her on my knees, and placed my hands on her hips, pulling
her cute little ass back towards my rubber coated dick. She jerked forward
when the tip of my dong touched her asshole, but I kept pulling her back. I
slowly pushed the head of my dick just inside her sphincter, as she moaned
and tried to clamp down and expel me. With hesitation, I felt her let go,
and I pushed another inch inside her. Again she seized up.
I reached down and began to play with the folds of her pussy hanging below
her impaled ass. I spread her lips, and stuck my thumb as far as it would
go into her vagina, while using my two fingers to stimulate her clit. I
felt her respond, and, without stopping, I used my other hand to draw her
hand back. I pressed her hand into her burning genitals, letting her take
over and freeing my hands.
With both hands free, I shifted my angle so I was no longer on my knees,
and I moved both of my legs around and under her inside her legs, gently
pulling them apart with pressure from my shins. I was on my feet, but
hunched over so my cock could be in her ass and my face not far from hers at
the same time. I leaned forward, as much as I could and turned her head
back to go for a kiss.
With one hand on her hips, and one hand on the back of her head, I waited
for our lips to lock. When they did, I slammed my cock forward into her
unsuspecting ass, swallowing her scream into our kiss. I took my hand from
her head, and without waiting for her to adjust, I began giving it to her.
I pulled my cock almost out, leaving only the head inside, and shoved
myself back in forcefully. Instead of a scream, I got a loud moan, but our
kiss muffled that. I broke the kiss, and began to fuck her, slowly pulling
my cock out on each out-thrust, and then ramming home on each in-thrust,
feeling her tight ass gripping my cock the whole way. Although at first she
tried to squirm forward out of my way, I kept her in place. Her tits
jounced with each thrust, and I reached forward to fondle her as I kept
stuffing her to the max with each thrust. The whole time, her hand was
buried in her own muff, frigging away.
I had never had anal sex before, but it was great. The difference was
greater than that between a good blowjob and Mr. Palm. Her entire ass was
holding onto my cock, and I felt like I could feel her entire being through
the tissue which was parted by my organ.
I began to think it was a good thing she had gotten my off earlier, because
I would have cum the minute I got inside otherwise. With my endurance
however, I kept slamming away, letting my balls swing forward to smack with
a wet noise against her pussy and hand which was busy working away.
Suddenly, I felt her ass get even tighter and her hands go into even faster
motion as she orgasmed. The spasming of her ass around my cock was enough
to push me over the edge too, and I let loose with another stream of cum, as
I pounded my bitch for all she was worth.
Even after the white love juice stopped flowing, her ass kept pumping,
giving me almost more stimulation than I could handle. My legs went weak,
and I plunged down into her as I fell on top of her. She gave way too, and
we wound up on the cushion on our bellies, me still on top of her, and my
cock still embedded in her ass. After a few more minutes of blissfullly
lying together, I reached down and withdrew, watching as her asshole take a
second to realize its new friend was gone and to close to its normal size
from the gaping opening which it had been.
I stripped the condom off, tossing it in the trash, and pulled Megan up to
me. We kissed, but unlike our other kisses, this was a kiss of passion
fulfilled and there was a tenderness and a trust which wasn't there before.
I moved the now passive Megan onto my lap, and turned her chin to me so I
could look in her eyes.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Mmmmm" she replied, with a smile and sparkle in her eyes.
Chapter 8: Variety is the Spice of Life
The change which had come over Megan was remarkable. I didn't see her for
two weeks, because she had a class trip during our usual day, but from
watching her at lunch and seeing her in the halls, it was clear that
something had changed. There was an excitement and animation about her,
whereas she had been much more sullen and passive before. The change was
almost marked enough that I worry about people asking questions.
Two weeks to the day after her choice and subsequent discovery of the
wonderful world of anal sex, Megan was waiting for me when I let myself into
the newsroom. I sensed a nervous tension to her, and the exuberant hug I
got from her as I was trying to get my key out of the lock confirmed it.
As soon as my key was free and I had dropped my pack, I turned to Megan,
drawing her to me with an arm around her waist. We kissed, a quick ravenous
kiss, and got right down to business. I shucked off my shirt, and rolled
her top over her breasts. She was not wearing a bra. We kissed again, and
I pushed her back against the desk, lifting her so her ass was perched on
its edge. I reached up and fondled her tits, rolling her nipples again as
we kissed.
Breaking the kiss, I reached down and hiked her short skirt up high enough
to give me access her pussy. Her panties dropped unceremoniously to the
floor seconds later, and I buried my face in her sweet honeypot. I felt her
hands on the back of my head, and I lapped and nuzzled and slurped. She had
already been wet when I arrived on the scene, but was soaking now. She was
beginning to thrust her hips back at me, and I took that as the signal to
move into high gear. Using my teeth to gently hold her clit in my mouth, I
lashed my tongue across it. The effect was immediate, as she started
moaning and bucking under me.
She rode the climax for another minute before slumping back across the desk
with eyes closed. I let go, dropped by pants, and whipped out Little Willie
who was feeling left out. A few strokes and a condom later, we were ready
to go. Megan was just beginning to recover from her first orgasm of the
day, as I applied the lube and lined her up. Once again, I think I caught
her by surprise as I slowly rammed my dick into her unprepared and
unsuspecting arse.
I thought she was going to jump clear off the desk at first, but then she
relaxed as I slowly and inexorably pushed the rest of my cock into her.
Once again, it was a heavenly feeling to have cute teenage ass surrounding
and squeezing my cock. I withdrew as she moaned and I felt her ass
twitching as it struggled to accommodate the visitor with which it was
quickly becoming familiar.
With her legs wrapped around my back, I drove my cock into and out of her
repeatedly, establishing a rhythm, as she rocked back and forth on the desk.
I reached down and spread her pussy lips, letting my fingers dance around
her clit to keep her interested. Before long, she caught on, and started
beating the beaver while I was drilling her so I could use both my hands to
pull her cute ass onto my rock hard dick.
I managed to keep going, as she climaxed again. I reached down and pulled
her upright, and then, hugging her to me, I lifted her off the table so I
could stand freely. My cock was still buried up her ass, my hands holding
her ass cheeks apart, and her hands were around my neck supporting her
weight. Carrying her, I moved towards the door, pinning her between me and
the door as I drew my dong out and rammed it home again. I began thrusting,
mashing her into the door as I drilled her over and over. I could feel her
hot ass gripping my cock as I screwed her. We kissed, and I felt orgasm
approaching as I continued to skewer her. I shot my load of cum, and slowly
put her down, letting her climb off my now flaccid dick.
I lost the condom, and sat down. She walked over to me (walking like she
had just had the ride of her life) and sat on my lap facing me. She leaned
forward, and kissed me tenderly, before snuggling up against my chest.
They say women always want cuddle time after sex, and Megan was no exception
- she lay there, rubbing her face against my chest, and softly cooing. I
put my arms around her, and hugged her to me, letting the last twinges of
post-orgasmic glow run through my nerves.
More to come....
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My name is Cindy. I'm 20 years old, 5'4" and weigh about 120 pounds. I have light brown hair that I keep a little bit longer than shoulder length 34c tits and I exercise regularly to keep my body in good shape. About a year ago my boyfriend kicked me out of his apartment when he caught me cheating on him. Breaking up didn't bother me, we weren't really going anywhere together anyway. But I wasn't making much money so I found myself having to rent a room in a four bedroom house. The owners have an arrangement set up so that each room was rented under a separate lease. Everyone shared the kitchen and living room, and the water and electric were split up four ways. It wasn't an ideal situation but it was all I could afford at the time unless I wanted to move back in with my mom and step-dad. And that wasn't about to happen.
I met two of my room mates, Bill and Josh, when I toured the house. They were working out in the garage which has been converted into a rec-room of sorts. The garage has a connecting door going into the kitchen and they had a weight bench, pool table, an old couch, stereo system and an extra refrigerator out there in addition to the washer and dryer. Bill and Josh are both tall, really good looking and muscular, in their mid twenties. They told me that they worked in construction and that the third room mate, Andrew, was into marketing.
Anyway, I didn't have much to move and the guys seemed happy to give me a hand with the heavy stuff when I offered to buy the beer for the night. It only took me a couple of hours to get moved in. After a quick shower I threw on a pair of daisy dukes and a tank top. I followed the music out to the garage where Bill and Josh were playing pool and drinking a beer, which is their usual habit after work. I joined them and after a few beers I noticed that they were paying close attention to my cleavage whenever I bent over to take a shot. I liked the attention so I started trying to give them a better look but my playing, which isn't very good to begin with, began to suffer. After one particularly bad game Bill began to stand behind me and help align my shots. The nearness of his body to mine was getting me excited. His hands `accidentally' brushed across my breasts a couple times as he helped position my hands and I could feel my nipples harden, straining against the thin material of my top. I finally made a shot and spun around excitedly to give Bill a hug. When our bodies pressed together I could feel a solid bulge in the front of his shorts. Bill put both of his hands on my ass and squeezed, pulling me tighter against him. I tilted my head up and our mouths met in a passionate kiss, his tongue darting between my parted lips.
Just then a car pulled into the driveway. It was an older model with a few dents and spots of gray primer all over. The engine stopped and a large black man in his early thirties stepped out. He was wearing baggy jeans and an old t-shirt and looked like he hadn't shaved in three or four days. He walked right up to Josh and they shook hands, "What's up," Josh said. "This is that new chick we told you about, Cindy." To me he said, "Cindy, this is Andrew."
I was confused at first. They had said Andrew was into marketing so I had expected him to drive a nice car and come home wearing a suit. And I honestly thought he was going to be white. My confusion cleared up quickly when Andrew said, "Y'all check it out, this is some killer shit." He then pulled a large bag weed out of his pocket. They had never mentioned exactly what kind of marketing Andrew did but it obviously wasn't used cars. Bill closed the garage door and latched it while Andrew took out some papers and rolled a joint. He lit it and we passed it around a couple times. Then one of the guys suggested that we shoot a game or two as teams.
They paired me up with Andrew, stating that his skill would make things pretty much even. I was really buzzing, and couldn't make even the easiest shots by now but the guys insisted that I keep playing. When I was leaning over the table, trying for a fairly difficult shot I heard Andrews voice from behind me saying, "Hold on girl, don't shoot that thing yet."
Looking back I asked, "What's the difference, I ain't gonna make it anyway?"
Andrew was standing a few feet behind me staring at my ass with a big smile on his face. "I don't care about that, girl. I just want to enjoy the view a little longer."
Josh piped in from the other side of the table, "Shit, it's looking good from here too." When I turned to look at him I could see that he had a perfect view of my cleavage from where he was standing.
I looked back at Andrew, "Maybe you should help me with this one."
He checked with the other two and they said okay, so Andrew stepped up behind me and helped position my hands on the stick, leaning against my body in the process. A soft moan escaped my lips when he pressed his hard cock against my ass. Even with Andrews help, I blew the shot. It was Bills turn next. I stood next to Josh sipping my beer while Bill looked over the table. I felt a finger tracing up and down the center of my ass moving steadily lower. I spaced my feet apart slightly and Josh let his finger slide into the crevice between my legs. He ran his finger back and forth pressing against my slit while Bill shot and missed, Then Andrew made a few shots before it was Josh's turn. When he took his turn at the table, Andrew took over with me. He cupped my ass with both of his large hands and pulled me to him. Leaning down, he kissed me, snaking his tongue into my mouth.
The guys had me so excited by this point that I was ready for anything. Josh missed his shot and the stick was handed to me once more. Bill said, "Let's make this more interesting. If you miss a shot you have to take something off."
"That's not fair," I said. "You guys are wearing more than I am, and I suck at this game."
Andrew put his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers up against my pussy. "And I want to see you suck something else real soon."
I almost came right then but he took his hand away and turned me toward the table. Well, I didn't make my shot. As a matter of fact, I accidentally sank the 8-ball. "That's it, take it all off sweetheart." Josh yelled out, and the other two nodded their agreement.
"That was only one shot," I argued. "Why should I have to take everything off?"
Andrew told me, "That 8-ball cost you the game baby. Lets see that body!"
I started to take my top off slowly, "Let's have another game then," I said, "to give me a chance to win some clothes back."
Andrew said, "I'm okay with that. Every man for himself. Every time you make a shot you can put something back on"
He paused and all eyes were on me as I pulled my tank top over my head, exposing my firm tits. Then I turned my back toward them as I pealed my tight shorts and panties down my thighs. I bent down as I went, and gave my ass a teasing little wiggle as I stepped out of my clothes. I stood and turned, facing them once more giving them a clear view of my shaved pussy. Then Andrew continued, saying, "And whoever sinks the most balls gets to be first to sink his cock into that fine looking pussy."
"What if I win?" I asked, teasingly. "What do I get?"
Bill piped in with, "Then you get to pick who you want to lick you pussy."
I smiled at that. I knew that there was no way I was going to win but at least they were willing to humor me. Josh broke while I stood between Bill and Andrew who both let their hands roam freely over my body. The guys all played well, hoping for the prize of first crack at my pussy, which they were fingering constantly as the game continued, even when it was my shot which I'm sure you can imagine was very distracting. I didn't make a single shot, though I did have three orgasms leaning over the table with three or four fingers pumping in and out of my wet cunt.
In the end it was Andrew who won with Josh coming in a close second. Andrew wasted little time unzipping his pants and ordering me to my knees in front of him. "Get down there and suck my dick, bitch!" he said as he pulled his thick cock through the opening in the front of his boxers. I eagerly followed his command, anxious to feel a hard cock between my legs. I took the tip of his cock between my lips and sucked him into my mouth. As he began to harden, the head inched its way toward the back of my throat until I could feel him beginning to block off my airway. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft taking him as deep as I could with every stroke. Once he reached full size I could only get about half of his cock into my mouth in that position, leaving a good five inches of meat for my hand to stroke.
Andrew had a hold of my hair and he pulled my head back suddenly causing his cock to pop free of my mouth. "You got two more dicks to suck." he told me, turning my head so that I was facing Bill. He had his shorts off and his seven inches of man meat was just inches from my lips. As I opened my mouth to grant him passage Andrew pushed my head toward Bill and his cock slammed roughly into the back of my throat. I had never been handled rough like that before but I it sent a shiver of excitement through my body. I began to moan happily as Bill took control, thrusting his cock deeply in and out of my throat. As he began thrusting hard and fast I felt hands on both of my tits, their strong fingers finding and then pinching my nipples. With a cock stuffed deep in my throat and both of my nipples being pinched and twisted my pussy began to convulse in orgasm without so much as being touched. I lost control of my senses and only the three sets of hands on my body kept me from collapsing on the floor.
Once I regained my senses Bill pulled his cock out of my mouth and was quickly replaced by Josh. Josh has the thickest cock I have ever seen. It isn't as long as Andrew's but it is as big around as a beer bottle and a good eight inches long. I opened my mouth wide to take him in but I couldn't take it very deep so I concentrated on swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking it as hard as I could. My nipples were still receiving a great deal of attention, the pinching and twisting giving way to pulling and stretching. When Josh had had enough of my oral ministrations, he pulled back and grabbed one of my tits in each hand, squeezing my sensitive glands roughly. "Oh, god!" I cried out as my pussy began to spasm again. "Somebody fuck me, please!"
Still gripping my tits, Josh pulled me to my feet and turned me to face the couch where Bill was sitting. "Suck that cock, slut!" he ordered as he maneuvered my face in the direction of Bills lap. I immediately took Bills cock into my mouth and he grabbed my hair firmly in both hands and used it as a handle to guide my movements. While this was happening Andrew was standing beside me tweaking and pinching my nipples alternating from one to the other. Josh ran his fingers up and down my wet slit then began working them inside me, not one at a time but all four together stretching me open until his thumb was pressed firmly against my asshole. Once he had penetrated me as deeply as possible without using his whole fist, Josh began to pump my pussy vigorously with his hand. The combined sensations I was receiving from all three men were overwhelming and once again I found myself in the throws of a powerful orgasm. My pussy convulsed, gripping Josh's hand so tight that he couldn't move it for several seconds. When my muscles relaxed he pulled his fingers out of me and told Andrew, "I think this little cunt's ready to get fucked."
Andrew stepped behind me and positioned his ten inch fuck stick at the entrance to my pussy and shoved it in. With one powerful stroke he reached to the depths of my being. The tip of his cock slammed into my cervix then pulled back for another stroke. Bill had his cock buried deep in my throat as Andrew began to hammer away at my pussy without mercy for what seemed like a good ten minutes bringing me to one climax after another. When I felt Andrew's cock spasm I tried to tell him not to come inside me because I hadn't been on birth control for a few months at the time but Bill kept his tool lodged deep in my throat. I came again as Andrew sprayed jet after jet of hot semen into my womb.
As his orgasm subsided Andrew slowly withdrew his softening cock from my pussy. I could feel his plentiful seed dripping from my gaping hole as Andrew pulled me away from Bill and turned me to face him. Pushing me to my knees he told me, "Bitch, you need to clean this shit up," as he guided my face toward his come coated cock. I felt like such a slut as I opened my mouth to take him inside once more, licking and sucking our juices from his shaft until it was nice and clean. When I finally let his tool slip from my mouth Josh was there to take over. He guided me over to the pool table and pushed me onto my back. As I spread my legs wide he stepped between them and started working his thick cock into my juicy cunt. I loved the feeling as he stretched me open a little bit at a time stuffing his cock deeper inside me.
Once he had his full length inside me he began to fuck me, pounding my cunt hard and fast from the start. I was moaning loudly as he hammered away at my pussy, my body bouncing back and forth on the pool table in response to his powerful thrusts. I had orgasm after orgasm, one starting as soon as the previous one diminished. After a few minutes he slowed his pace, drawing his cock out slowly and stopping when just the tip was inside me, then he thrust back in with all his strength. "Yes.." I panted between his thrusts, "Shove it... in me! Make.. my.. pussy.. take it.. all!" He started pumping into me faster and I knew he was about to explode. "Oh god, yes!" I cried. "Flood my pussy!" Then he began to pump a huge load of hot come into my aching cunt.
Josh kept his thick pole lodged deep inside me long after his orgasm, slowly regaining his breath. Then, with his cock still inside me, he picked me up off of the pool table and moved me to the couch where someone had spread a couple of towels. Finally he withdrew his giant staff from my pussy. Come poured out of me like water from the kitchen sink. When Josh stood I sat up and took his as much of his shaft as I could into my mouth, sucking lovingly until I had removed all traced of come from his wonderful cock.
Once I had finished with Josh, Bill stepped up and slipped his cock easily into my gaping hole. I could feel the first two guys` come oozing out around his shaft as he pumped in and out a few times. Then he pulled out suddenly and moved up to offer his cock to my mouth. It was coated in thick white cream and I opened wide, taking his cock to the back of my throat and sucking hard as he pulled back. There was an audible popping sound when the tip of his cock left my mouth. I let the tangy juices play across my tongue as he moved back down and stuffed his cock back into my pussy. Three or four strokes and again he pulled out. I swallowed what I had in my mouth just in time to take his shaft between my lips again. He thrust into my mouth a few times while I sucked the cream coating off, then returned once more to my sloppy pussy. Three more times Bill fed me the come coating from his cock before he finally started fucking me hard and fast. He had great staying power and I had three or four more orgasms before he pulled out again. This time when Bill moved his cock to my lips he started spraying his own come into my mouth. I closed my lips over the purple knob and ran my tongue around the tip as his seed flooded my mouth. When he stopped spurting I sucked hard, trying milk his cock of every last drop before swallowing his tasty come.
After taking a few minutes to recover my senses I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I got back to the garage Bill informed me that we were out of beer so I put my tank top and shorts back on, not bothering with the panties, and we jumped into his car to make a beer run. It was only a few minutes before we were back with two twelve packs. The garage door was open and I could see two more black men talking to Andrew and Josh. I got a little embarrassed when I noticed that someone had tacked my panties up on the wall next to the weight bench.
We all had a beer and the guys started up another game of pool. I watched this time as Bill and Josh played. Andrew came over to me with his two friends who's names I learned later are Tyrell and Evan. Andrew let his hands run over my body while they talked. One of them commented on my body and Andrew told me, he didn't ask mind you, he TOLD me, "Take your shirt off so my man have a look at them titties." If someone had said something like that to me a week earlier I'd have told him to go fuck himself but I found myself taking my top off and giving my nipples a little pinch to get them nice and hard. Then I gave my tits a little shake to get them bouncing a little. I could feel my breathing getting deeper and crotch of my shorts was soaking wet..
One of Andrew's friends, Evan, gave my tits a squeeze and I sucked in my breath. "Damn, she got some nice tits, man," he told Andrew. "I don't know though.."
"Show him the rest, baby," Andrew told me, giving my ass a little squeeze.
Just about that time I remembered that the garage door was wide open and I told Andrew, "The door's open. Someone's going to see."
"There ain't nobody looking, bitch! Get then fucking drawers off!" Andrew snapped, giving my ass a hard slap. For the second time in as many minutes I found myself eagerly obeying commands that I never would have considered before.
Both of the men looked my body up and down. "Turn around," Tyrell said. "I wanna take a look at that ass."
I looked at Andrew and, at his nod, I turned my back to them and wiggled my ass teasingly. I watched Andrew over my shoulder as I did this and I felt a tingle of excitement when he smiled his approval at my action. Tyrell cupped my ass and one of his fingers slipped between my legs, tracing along my wet slit.
Andrew told his two friends, "You get the word out for me and I'll let you hit it cheep every time." I moaned as my pussy contracted in orgasm. The sudden realization that Andrew, who I had just met a few hours ago, was planning on pimping me out to his friends had me so excited I could barely contain myself. I saw the two men handing Andrew some money but I couldn't tell how much. Then Andrew told me, "Go on inside, baby. Make sure you treat `em real good." As I started toward the door I heard him tell his friends, "Don't be afraid to tear that shit up, man. She likes it rough."
I walked through the house naked with Tyrell and Evan in tow. At that time I didn't even know their names. Once we got to my room Tyrell took the lead by turning me to face him and pushing me to my knees. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock which I immediately began to suck like the whore Andrew had just made me. After several minutes I could tell that Tyrell was ready to explode. He pulled his cock away from me and pushed me toward Evan, saying, "It ain't gonna be that easy, baby. Suck on this one for a bit." I went to work on Evans pole with just as much enthusiasm as I had with Tyrell, trying my best to suck his impressive shaft down my throat.
They had me switch back and forth, deep throating one cock then the other, for the next twenty minutes or so before Tyrell said, "Alright now, I'm bout to get up in that pussy." He had me get on my bed and open my legs wide, then climbed into the saddle. I was so excited that I came as soon as his cock touched my pussy lips. I was really wet down there and his cock was coated with spit so he had no problem sliding all the way inside me with one easy stroke. He went right to it, pounding away at my pussy as hard and fast as he could for five minutes or so before filling my pussy with yet another load of man juice. Tyrell then pulled his cock out of my pussy and said, "Andrew told me about this shit," he moved up my body so that his cock was positioned right above my face. "I want to see you suck my dick clean like a good little slut."
"You like dirty girls?" I asked as I took his cock head into my mouth.
He answered by grabbing a hand full of my hair and pulling my head up to meet the thrusts of his cock into my throat. He let me suck him for a few minutes before moving off the bed. And Evan was right there ready to take is turn. He offered his cock for me to suck. "Get that thing slicked up baby," he said. "We're going for a ride!"
I did what he told me, coating his shaft with plenty of saliva as I worked my mouth up and down his meat. Then he stood beside the bed. "Turn over," he instructed. "Get that ass up in the air." I got on all four and he gripped my hips with both hands. He pulled me toward his hips and his cock stabbed into my pussy again and again. After just a few strokes though, Evan pulled his cock out of my dripping cunt and moved it to the opening of my rear passage. He pressed in firmly and his cock met with little resistance, sliding in to my ass in a single stroke. Then he pulled out slowly so that just the tip was still inside. "Get ready for it!" he said, and then thrust into me so hard that my body nearly collapsed onto the bed. Again he pulled out then slammed back into me. Over and over he pounded his hard cock into my asshole until he was ready to explode. "Turn around baby," he said as he pulled his cock from my ass. "I got your desert coming hot and fresh." I spun around just in time to catch the first jet of semen across my face, then he stuffed his cock between my lips and I sucked hard, draining his balls of every last drop. He pushed his cock deeper into my throat a few times before tucking it back into his pants and leaving. I made a trip to the bathroom before returning to the garage just in time to see Tyrell and Evan driving off.
Andrew handed me a beer then went to close the garage door for the night. After passing another joint around, we all went into the house. After watching a little TV they took me to my bedroom and each of the guys fucked me again. Bill and Andrew took turns in my ass for a good hour before coming in my mouth, and Josh gave my pussy a thorough workout. And I gave each of their cocks a thorough tongue bath when they were finished.
The next day I woke up really late. The guys were all gone so I took some time to clean the place up a bit. By the time Bill and Josh got home I had the whole house clean, including their laundry. They were both really thrilled. House keeping isn't their strong suit. Bill ordered some pizza for dinner then I sat between the two men on the couch while they wound down from their days work over a couple of beers. It wasn't long before I found myself with my head in Bills lap, sucking his cock while Josh pumped four fingers into my wet pussy from behind. Then we all went to my bedroom and they fucked me silly for a good hour.
I was still laying in bed gently stroking my sore pussy when Andrew came home. Without a word, he walked into my room and pulled his cock out of his pants and pressed the tip against me lips which parted welcomingly as he entered my mouth. He then fucked me really hard, depositing the third load of come of the day deep inside me. After I had cleaned his cock with my tongue Andrew went to my dresser and started looking through my clothes. "Get yourself cleaned up," he told me. "We got to meet up with some friends of mine in about an hour." He pulled out a tiny denim skirt and a sheer white halter top and tossed them on the bed.
"Panties are in the bottom drawer," I told him as I headed for the bathroom, trying to save him some time searching.
"And they can stay there," he told me. "I don't want any of that shit getting in the way. From now on you go with out. We'll call that rule number one. NO fucking underwear!" Andrew followed me into the bathroom, still talking. "And I don't want to see you wearing anything at all in the house. That's rule two. Got it?"
I turned around and looked at him. My pussy was incredibly sore from all the fucking I'd done in the last two days but I was getting wet all over again. "And I fuck anybody who comes through the door?" I asked him.
Andrew laughed, "No bitch," he said. "You fuck who I tell you to fuck. And while we're talking rules, since you seem to like doing it anyway, rule three is any time someone fucks you, you suck his dick clean after he's done. And keep that pussy shaved," he added before leaving the room. "I like it nice and smooth."
After I washed up and touched up my makeup Andrew drove me across town, to a neighborhood I would never have gone into on my own. He stopped the car in front of an old two story house with graffiti covering the walls and several broken windows. Before we got out Andrew told me, "Once we get in there you just keep your mouth shut and do what you're told, know what I'm saying?"
The house looked dark but I could here muffled music coming from inside. There was a condemned notice on the door, which was partially open and hanging from a single hinge. The floor where we entered was covered with broken glass and garbage, and it smelled terrible. As Andrew led me up the stairs I could detect the scent of burning weed. The upstairs was a little cleaner than the ground floor, but that isn't saying much. The whole floor consisted of a single room with an attached bath, which stank of stale piss, and a balcony. All of the windows had been broken out and someone had swept the broken glass into one corner. There was a boom box near the stairs playing rap music and at least fifteen black men were passing a pipe around. The lighting was better here than in the rest of the house. Along one wall there was a board set atop two cinder blocks holding several lit candles. Next to that an old mattress and a single dirty pillow lay on the floor. The only piece of real furniture in the room was an old metal desk. There was light spilling in the broken windows from a streetlight not far away. Still, the room wasn't very bright. The men were all talking loudly and from what I could see and from their voices I would have to guess their ages varied from about eighteen to well into the forty's or fifty's.
"This the ho you been telling everyone about?" one of the men asked Andrew as he looked me up and down appraisingly. From the look on his face I could tell he liked what he was seeing. I heard several other men making comments to one another about my body or what they were going to do with me.
"You got that right," Andrew answered. He put a hand on my shoulder and guided me toward one of the windows where the light was best. "She's a freak," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. He turned me to face the men and cupped my tits from behind, squeezing them tightly. I sucked in my breath in pleasure from his rough handling. "Still needs a little breaking in though. That's what we're doing tonight, y'all. I want this bitch walking out of here bowlegged." Andrew patted me on my ass and told me, "Show `em what you got, baby."
Although I was incredibly turned on at the thought of all these men wanting me I was a little hesitant at first. When I didn't move to obey him, Andrew spun me around to face him. He grabbed my top with both hands and pulled me close. "If you don't want to do this," he said quietly in my ear, "tell me, and we can walk right now."
"How wet is my pussy?" I asked him, my voice barely audible.
Andrew put a hand up my skirt and two fingers slipped easily into my juicy pussy. He laughed then, "Damn you're a nasty ho!" He then ripped the front of my top open and turned me to face the room. "Alright y'all," he told the men. "Let's see how much this bitch can handle." He pushed me toward the man he'd spoken to earlier.
The man put his hand between my legs and stuffed three fingers roughly into my wet hole and pumped them up and in a few times. "Get your ass over there and get on your knees," he said indicating the mattress. "I want to see how good you suck dick."
I did as I was told and he opened his pants, waving a long thick cock in my face. I sucked him hungrily, trying my best to make him come in my mouth which he did after just a few minutes. After I swallowed his load he told me, "Not bad at all darling. I'll see you later for a bit of that sweet pussy." Then he tucked his cock back into his pants and walked away. There was someone there to take his place and in seconds I had another cock in my mouth. This man was younger and very muscular. After a few minutes of sucking his cock he put me on my back and told me, "Get that fucking skirt out of the way!" As soon as I pulled my skirt off he got between my legs and started pounding away at my pussy until he fired his load inside me. It occurred to me then that I could easily turn up pregnant and I would have no way of knowing who the father was. That thought, as much as the cock spurting inside me triggered the first of countless powerful orgasms that night.
The man pulled out and stood up to leave but Andrew stopped him. "That ho ain't done yet," he told him. "Ain't that right, baby. Tell the man what you want."
I remembered Andrew's list of rules and asked, "Let me lick it clean for you, please." The man smiled and put hands on my head as I happily licked and sucked every inch of his softening tool. As soon as I finished with him another man took his place, fucking my pussy really hard.
This went on for hours as one by one each of the men fucked my pussy hard and fast in just about every position. Most of the men were a little rough, pinching my nipples or slapping my ass while they fucked me. A couple of them squeezed my tits really hard, pulling on them violently while jamming their cocks in and out of my pussy. And several of them, Andrew included, also fucked my ass. In addition to those already there when I arrived at the house, several more men wandered in through out the night and after handing Andrew some money took their turn fucking my aching pussy. It was near dawn and most of the men left when one of the new comers, after fucking my ass and shooting his load in my mouth, suggested that they find a cup and feed me the come dripping out of my pussy. I don't know where it came from but someone produced a coffee cup and they had me squat over it and let the come drain out of my over used holes. Someone scooped up the globs clinging to my thighs as well and they handed it to me. There was a pool of come about an inch deep in the bottom of the cup. I took a sip and swished the fluid around in my mouth before swallowing it.
I looked at the men as I licked a few stray drops of come from the rim of the cup. There were six of them left not counting Andrew. All of them had already fucked me at least once. I remembered two of them distinctly because they seemed to be friends and had been particularly rough with me. I watched them closely as I took another sip from my cup. I looked one of them straight in the eye and licked my lips, "Mmm! And it's even better from the tap," I said before drained the remaining contents of the cup in one gulp.
The two friends came to me then and pulled me to my feet. They were both very large men, easily big enough to play professional football. They took me to the old desk and bent me over it. Then one of them slapped my ass really hard, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. That slap was quickly followed by another, from the opposite side. I started to squirm but they easily held me in place as they continued to alternate smacking me hard on the ass. Then one of their hands landed solidly between my legs. I yelped and pulled my legs together.
"Spread them legs, bitch!" one of them commanded, and I obediently opened my thighs again. Another hard slap landed on my tender pussy lips and my legs shut tight as I cried out. "Last chance," the same man said pushing my legs apart. Again, I opened my legs and tried my best to hold them open when the next slap landed. I flinched, but managed to keep my legs apart enough to satisfy the man. But the next slap was harder and my thighs shut reflexively.
I heard Andrew's voice asking, "Anyone got a belt on. I got mine so we need a few more."
The men who had been spanking me lifted me off the desk and one of them pulled it away from the wall. Then they put me on the desk, this time on my back. I was positioned so that my ass was right on the edge at the front of the desk and I was hanging over the other side from the shoulders up. Several belts were made available and Andrew used two of them to secure my wrists to two of the desks legs. He then hooked two belts together end to end forming a large loop. My legs were pushed up and back until my knees were just above my shoulders and the belt was first put around one ankle, ran behind my neck then secured around my other ankle. Andrew then adjusted the belts, taking out as much slack as he could, leaving me fully exposed and defenseless.
"Since you wouldn't do what you were told," Andrew said slapping me hard on my vulnerable pussy, "we ain't going to be so easy on you." Again his hand came down hard, the tip of one finger landing right on my clit. I cried out as my body shook in orgasm. One of the other men was standing at my head, his cock dangling in front of my face. He tilted my head back and I opened my mouth so he could slide his meaty tool into my throat. I moaned loudly around his manhood as I felt a leather belt land a stinging blow squarely on my wet slit. Then I felt a hard slap on each of my tits. Again and again the belt hit my pussy. Hard slaps alternated from one tender breast to the other. My cries were muffled by the cock pumping in and out of my throat. I came again when someone started to pinch and twist my nipples. The cock in my mouth started to squirt and I had to swallow quickly to keep from drowning on the come filling my throat.
I panted loudly when the man pulled his shaft out, clearing my airway briefly. I looked up to see who was doing what to me and found that it was Andrew in charge of the belt raining stinging blows on my pussy. The two men who had brought me to the desk were working over my nipples, twisting and pulling the sensitive flesh and slapping my breasts with their other hands. One of the other men stepped up and pulled my head down again and stuffed his cock in my mouth. They kept this up for a long time, with each man taking a turn fucking my throat, though no one ease came in my mouth during that time. The room was getting brighter when the belt stopped crashing against my pussy and someone filled it with his hard cock. The cock in my mouth was removed and I raised my head to see Andrew hammering away at my cunt. He thrust in hard, his hips smashing against my stinging pussy lips again and again. He pulled out after several minutes and moved quickly around the desk, feeding me his cock just as it started to squirt.
Someone else was in my pussy then, slamming me hard and fast. Andrew released my wrists once he finished filling my mouth with his hot cream but he left my legs restrained while each of the men took a turn pounding my pussy mercilessly until they came deep inside me. After I bathed the last man's cock in my mouth Andrew finally freed my legs and helped me to my feet. Sunlight was pouring in through the windows. Andrew handed me a towel and told me to get ready to go. I had come all over my face and it was running down my legs. I did my best to wipe it off then went looking for my clothes. I found my halter top, which was ripped open in the front but my skirt was nowhere to be found. Andrew told me, "Fuck it, I'll get you a new one. Let's get out of here." I was trying to cover up the best I could with my halter top before going out to his car but Andrew grabbed it out of my hands and tossed it into a pile of garbage on the floor. "Ain't no reason to keep this shit. Well go to the store tomorrow."
There was quite a bit of traffic on the road when we got outside. I tried to hurry up and get in the car but Andrew made me wait on the sidewalk while he put a clean towel on the seat. I started to complain about how long he was taking because I could tell he was moving slow on purpose. Several car horns honked as they drove by. Andrew stopped what he was doing and told me, "I could just let you walk your ass home, you know." That shut me up in a hurry and finally Andrew let me get in the car.
I slept through most of the day and wound up getting fired from my job when I didn't show up to work. I did wake briefly in the evening when Josh and Bill brought me something to eat then gave me a quick after dinner fuck. My pussy was really sore, as were my tits, especially the nipples. But that made me want the guys to fuck me even more. I'm sure Andrew told them about my night out with him because they were both playing a lot rougher than they had before. Bill started sucking on one of my nipples and I surprised myself by practically begging, "Oh, that feels so good. Pinch the other one for me! Make it hurt!"
Andrew took me to the store as promised the next day and bought me a new skirt and top. The skirt is much shorter than the one he was replacing, barely long enough to cover my ass. And the top is really sexy and shows off more than it covers. He also took me to a local thrift store and picked up several pairs of jeans that fit really tight, some too tight to button. These he cut off when we got home, so short that about a quarter of my ass hangs out the back when I wear them. And the crotch is cut so thin that it is nothing more than a strip of cloth separating my pussy lips. Oh, that's rule number four. When I go out, I have to wear the shorts that he cut off for me unless I am told to put on a skirt. The only exception to this is if I go out to the garage to shoot pool with Bill and Josh. Then I am to wear a short skirt and tube top so they can have easy access to my pussy whenever they want it.
That Friday, Bill and Josh had a bunch of their friends over, including the construction crew they worked with. And Andrew said that he would have about a half dozen of his friends stopping by to see me later. We all hung out in the garage and the guys all tried to flirt and hit on me until Andrew's friends showed up. They handed Andrew a wad of money and he sent me to my bedroom. Andrew's friends all fucked me hard, treating me like a ten dollar whore. They left as soon as they finished fucking me. When I went back out to the garage about an hour and a half later the guys all started feeling me up whenever I got close enough. It was obvious that I was enjoying the attention so they quickly became more bold. I heard Josh telling someone that I was a dirty little slut and that I really liked rough sex. Not long after that Andrew sent me back to my room saying that someone would be there in a minute. It turned out to be three someones. They did something I had never tried before. One of them got on the bed and had me climb on top of him, slipping his cock into my pussy. Then another climbed onto the bed behind me and inserted his cock in my ass. The third man stood on the bed and fed his cock into my mouth and they all started pumping into me together. After a few minutes they all switched places with the one I had been sucking lying under me, taking a turn at my pussy. The one who had been fucking my pussy got behind me and started fucking my ass and the one who had been in my ass moved to my mouth. They continued like this, switching places every few minutes for about an hour before the first man came in my mouth. He stepped out of the way after I swallowed his load and the man in my ass took his place, eventually feeding me another load of hot semen. Then the man who was still fucking my pussy rolled me over and hammered away at me, depositing his seed deep inside my hot cunt.
By the time they were done, the party had moved inside. I went into the living room and the men immediately started groping my naked body. Someone bent me over the back of the couch and I felt something cold against my pussy lips. I looked back and saw that he was working an empty beer bottle up and down my slit. I came hard as he stared to push the bottom end into my gaping cunt. It slid in easily and he began to fuck my pussy with it vigorously. The other men seemed amused and started to egg him on. Then he started fingering my asshole with his free hand. I think he was about to fuck my ass when Andrew suggested that he take me into my room. He pushed the bottle in deeper, so that just the small opening at the neck was sticking out of me and walked with me to my bedroom. He had me get on my knees and suck his cock with the bottle still inside me. He was really long and thick, the way I like them. I did my best to swallow his whole shaft, and when I finally got him all the way down I heard cheering from the open door. He then put me on my hands and knees on the bed and got behind me then slowly stuffed his big cock into my ass. I felt so full with his thick cock deep inside me along side the beer bottle in my pussy. And it must have made things feel much tighter for him. He started pumping into me quickly and before long was spraying my bowels with hot come.
I turned around to suck him clean and one of the men watching from the doorway took his place, fucking my ass hard and fast. That was how I spent the rest of the night, with one man after another shoving his cock deep in my ass. When I woke the next morning I still had that beer bottle stuffed in my pussy.
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A Lesson For Melissa - PART IV
By Buckaroo Bonzai
Naturally, I was running late. With my wife's (hopefully)
final encounter with her blackmailers scheduled for that
night, I'd tried to get to the studio as early as possible.
But of course, my boss, bad traffic and a driving rain all
conspired to set me back.
The rigors of implementing my big plan during the preceding
week didn't help. The first step had been to plant a seed in
my wife's mind. I wanted to give her a good threat to use
against her tormentors, without creating any suspicions that
I knew what was going on.
"Hun? Listen to this," I'd said earlier that week, rustling
the newspaper as though reading from it. "That
actress...what's her name...the one whose husband is
divorcing her because of all the pictures he found with her
and all those other men...well, she found a way to explain
it! She said she'd been drugged and then they took advantage
of her, repeatedly. She said all you have to do is look at
her eyes in the pictures to see how dead they look. Of
course, now it's her word against their's. And surprise! She
doesn't want to prosecute them and drag her name through the
mud. She just wants them to leave her alone. I don't know if
the husband's going for it, but it sure makes a pretty good
excuse."
I figured that would be enough of a clue. When she's not
under the pressure of a deadline, Melissa's a pretty quick
thinker.
As I pulled into the office parking lot, the last employees
were straggling out the door. The building would be pretty
empty tonight; thunderstorms and heavier rains were expected
later in the evening, making a late-night trek to one's car
even more miserable. I slipped inside and took up a post in
the men's room just outside the studio's reception area. I
planned on stealing inside as soon as Melissa took off for
her dinner break in the cafeteria.
As I waited, I reviewed the phone call I'd received just an
hour ago, reporting on the success of Part 2 of the Big
Plan. You see, once I'd found out for sure that the three
weasels were going to back out of their deal with my wife, I
called in a big debt with the owner of an area private
detective agency. It was no problem for his guys to break
into and search Smoothy's, Shy Guy's and Punk's houses, in
search of the other set of negatives. They'd found the
negatives at Punk's house, none too creatively stashed under
his mattress. They'd also found a couple of photos at
Smoothy and Shy Guy's houses, which they would also turn
over to me. The detectives all knew and respected Melissa; I
had no doubt they would keep quiet about what they found, if
they even looked at all. Now there was no more hard evidence
that Melissa had ever fucked around with someone else. And
once she got the pictures and negatives they owed her
tonight, no more blackmail material.
That was the good news. The bad news was the information the
detective agency gave me about "Terry," the new director
that the guys manipulated Melissa into accepting. This was
something I couldn't help Melissa with. She'd have to find
out on her own, and deal with it on her own.
Waiting in the mens' room, I glanced at my watch. Time was
growing short, and Melissa still hadn't taken her break. If
she didn't leave soon, I would miss the final fuck-a-thon.
Now that I knew for sure that this would be the last night,
I didn't feel quite as guilty letting my wife be punished
for her indiscretions. And I still wanted to watch over
things, to make sure they didn't go too far.
Finally Melissa left to grab something to eat, and I darted
inside, immediately going to my outpost in the Producer's
room. She'd powered up all the equipment in the control
room, and the floor camera was already in place pointing at
the mattress and desk. This time everything was set up on a
carpeted platform, and there were even a few plastic potted
plants nearby. Fortunately, the control room door was
propped open, and I knew from last week's session that it
would probably stay that way.
No sooner did I get settled than Melissa came back, munching
on a sandwich and bustling about the studio. I could see
nervousness in her energetic fussing; evidently last week's
events left her somewhat shaken.
Finally, at five minutes to the hour, Smoothy, Shy Guy and
Punk trooped in, followed by a petite, yet buxom blonde. No
more than five-foot-two, this little dish wore a short,
tight black skirt that prominently displayed her tiny legs
and rounded butt. Her scoop-neck sweater was nicely filled
out by substantial cleavage, in turn framed by long,
glistening blonde hair. With an upturned nose and high
cheekbones, her face was just barely marred by a somewhat
crooked smile. Her eyes, I thought, would normally be a
sparkling blue, but today were cloudy and glassy. As soon as
she giggled at the sight of Melissa's face, I knew she was
probably pretty high.
"Liss, I'd like you to meet Terry, my girlfriend," Smoothy
said, suavely handling the introductions. "She'll be our
guest director for this evening. Terry, this is Melissa, the
one I've told you so much about.
"And I've told her everything," Smoothy added, in an aside
to Melissa.
"Heeeeyyy! This wasn't part of the deal," Melissa protested,
sidling away from the other woman. "I mean, you can't want
me to do you in front of your girlfriend!"
"Since we haven't actually started, I'll overlook the fact
that you didn't call us Master. And to answer your question,
you not only have to do me in front of my girlfriend, you
have to do whatever my girlfriend says! Or no pictures. No
negatives. No nothing! Got that?"
Faced with that ultimatum, Melissa backed down, nodding her
assent. With that, Terry reached into Smoothy's backpack and
drew out a white cloth. "Here, put this on," she ordered
with a predatory smile, throwing the cloth at Melissa. Head
hanging, Melissa went behind a studio curtain to change,
while the guys readied the studio for the shoot.
When my wife emerged from behind the curtains, all activity
stopped. The guys looked at her as though seeing her for the
first time, Terry regarding them all with a sly smile. The
white garment turned out to be a body suit, which draped
from Melissa's throat down to her crotch. High-necked and
lacy, it perfectly encased her body, stretching seductively
over her tits, creating a taut tent down to her flat belly,
and bunching tightly between her legs. At Terry's order, she
pivoted and modeled the back, which swept sharply up over
her ass, revealing just enough of her muscled ass cheeks.
The fabric clung tightly to her hips, sides and back, ending
high on the neck, well under her soft, bouncy hair. The high
cut of the suit really set off her legs, and the bright
whiteness made her bare arms look especially smooth and
elegant.
"I want her," Terry blurted, breaking the trance. "You guys
have had her enough. I want a turn."
"Whaddaya mean?" Smoothy asked, beckoning my wife over to
him.
"Just put me in charge of her. I'll make sure she takes real
good care of you. She'll be my slave, and I'll be giving her
to you. And if you want anything special, all you have to do
is ask me."
"Well guys?" Smoothy asked, checking with them for any
objections.
When Shy Guy and Punk nodded yes, Smoothy clapped his hands
and said, "Allright, then. Let's get it on!" And he
immediately started stripping off his clothes, followed
closely by Shy Guy and Punk.
When all three guys were down to their jockey shorts, Terry
lined them up in a row, and positioned the studio camera to
get a good shot. She'd wanted to use the hand-held camera,
but Melissa had put her foot down, saying that she wouldn't
allow anyone who hadn't been trained to use a $12,000
camera. The rolling studio camera, equipped with a fantastic
zoom lense, had been their compromise.
"Okay, slave," Terry called to Melissa. "You've got some
greeting to do!"
Shy Guy set the tone by having my wife kneel in front of
him, and bend way over to kiss the tops of his bare feet.
After placing kisses on both shins, knees and thighs, Shy
Guy ordered her to reach inside and hold his cock with one
hand, while pulling the jockeys down with the other. With
his cock only in the semi-hard state, she was able to take
its full length into her mouth. Using her lips to stimulate
the base, and her hands to play with his balls, his dick
quickly began to harden.
In less than a minute, she was no longer able to accommodate
his massive cock in her mouth, and it's very expansion had
pushed her head away from his body. Though it was obvious
that she could barely breathe, she gamely kept him inside
her, making uncertain attempts to bob her head and stimulate
his pulsating meat. Finally he pulled it out of her, and she
licked and kissed every inch of it, obediently sucking the
pre-cum that occasionally welled up from the tip. Terry,
inexpertly working the camera, still caught every moment of
it, with the cum and saliva deliciously gleaming in the
studio lights.
Pulling my wife to her feet, Shy Guy quickly attached his
lips to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hands
grasped at her breasts, desperately squeezing at them, the
fabric and flesh protruding between his fingers. He lowered
his head and found her nipples beneath the sheer fabric,
frustratedly sucking at them but getting a mouthful of
cotton, instead.
"Here, maybe this will help," Terry interrupted from her
perch behind the camera. Digging into Smoothy's backpack,
she advanced on Melissa with a pair of scissors. "Well,
slave, you have very beautiful boobs," Terry commented,
shyly and then more boldly touching my wife on the shoulder.
"Too nice to keep covered up."
Holding the scissors in her right hand, Terry reached out
and caressed the side of my wife's right breast. Melissa
quickly averted her eyes, but didn't shy back. With an
encouraging look from Smoothy, Terry continued her
exploration, as Shy Guy watched mesmerized. Moving closer,
her fingertips trailed across the top of my wife's tit, over
the valley, and to the top of her right breast. Cupping her
hand, she tried to weigh the flesh, but found Melissa's tit
far too constrained by the body suit. Fingers outstretched
and palm down, she grasped her boob and pulled it outward,
until her fingertips covered only the nipple, erect and
straining against the lacy netting.
By now, Terry was close enough to Melissa to share the same
breath. Slowly, sesuously, she reached up and placed her
lips against my wife's exposed throat, smiling slightly as
Melissa involuntarily drew back, and then obediently settled
back into place. She left two more feather-light kisses on
my wife's neck, her hand never leaving its hold on her
nipple. Then, standing back, she repeated her grasping
gesture, this time taking hold of the body suit and pulling
it outward from Melissa's breast. Bringing the scissors up,
she silently sliced through the fabric bunched in her
fingertips, smiling as the remainder of the suit snapped
back into place. Now, where her nipple had once been trapped
by the lace, there was a jagged hole, with her hard nipple
and aureola peeking through. Terry then cut a similar hole
over the other breast, leaving Melissa standing there with
her nipples totally exposed, ready to service all the guys.
"There, now we don't have that nasty, ol' suit in the way,"
Terry purred, sashaying her way back to her seat behind the
camera.
After that display, Shy Guy needed no convincing, and he
bent to attack my wife's tits with a fury. After several
minutes of licking, sucking and nibbling, the whole area at
the top of her tits was stiff and red. The holes had torn
farther open and become frayed, although the tightness of
the body suit still kept her boobs fully lifted and
separated.
Finally Shy Guy relinquished his hold on my wife, and she
made her way down to Punk. There she spent several minutes
furiously sucking at his cock, leaving him sweaty and
trembling. Finally, he pulled her up and away, suckling at
her nipple while exploring her ass with his hands. Briefly
he struggled with the body suit in back before Terry
intervened.
"Here, let me help you with that," she offered, brandishing
the scissors. This time she had Melissa bend over, facing
away, her plump, delicious ass pointing towards the sky.
Terry approached her and, handing the scissors to Punk,
proceeded to softly run her hands over my wife's butt,
feeling the hard muscles, caressing the warm flesh,
intimately tracing the crevices and contours with soft,
knowing fingers.
Finally she took the scissors back and cut wide swaths of
cloth from the back of the suit, leaving only thin strip,
which quickly snapped into place between Melissa's cheeks.
Again Terry sashayed back to her camera, and I watched on
the monitor as Punk knelt down and tongued my wife's entire
exposed ass, kissing, sucking and nibbling at it until it
was bright red and thoroughly wet.
Still on her hands and knees, Melissa made her way down to
Smoothy, who by this time had figured out what Terry was up
to. After Melissa had kissed his feet, he put her to work
licking his cock, instructing her to start at the base and
lick up to the tip, doing each side in a clockwise order.
Terry zoomed the camera in for a truly intimate shot,
showing in detail the rough texture of her tongue next to
the milky smoothness of his cock's underside. Farther up,
the blood red color of her tongue contrasted perfectly with
the jagged blue hue of his veins. Then, at the tip, her
pearly teeth made slight indentations into the purplish,
mushy head, as the tip of her tongue brushed against his cum
hole, seemingly seeking a tiny kiss from it's slightly
grinning lips.
Mesmerized by the erotic beauty of this picture, I was quite
startled when Smoothy yanked my wife's face away from his
dick. Pulling her up, he too bent to suckle at her tits,
licking the nipples before turning his attentions to the
sides of each breast, his efforts frustrated by the clingy
body suit.
"Looking for some help, little boy?" Terry piped up,
scissors at the ready. This time she seated Melissa on a
stool and stood before her, so their tits were on the same
level. Boldly she leaned forward and pinched my wife's
nipples, still erect and damp from Smoothy's ministrations.
Melissa quickly closed her eyes, and I couldn't tell if she
was enjoying the attention or was disgusted by it.
Continuing her explorations, Terry rolled the nipples
between her fingers, giggling as Melissa instinctively
leaned forward. Then, after licking her lips, she bent
forward and placed a soft, wet kiss on my wife's left
nipple, flicking it with her tongue before withdrawing. She
placed another on the right one, this time sucking slightly
as she pulled away.
With a satisfied smile, she lifted the scissors and cut two
larger holes in the suit, leaving my wife's breasts totally
exposed and ready for action. This time Terry didn't leave
immediately, but continued to fondle and caress each tit,
bouncing them up and down, and sucking at the nipples with
loud slurping noises.
When Terry finally returned to her perch, Smoothy took up
where she left off, assailing Melissa's tits like never
before. At last, he too was done, and Smmothy and my wife
stood locked in a passionate kiss. Shy Guy changed the tape
in the control room and went back to the studio, giving me
ample time to erase it.
"What about me? Don't I get a greeting?" Terry asked, when
Smoothy finally broke his embrace. "You'd think the Master
should get one, don't you, slave?"
I watched in amazement as Melissa, trembling, slowly
approached Terry, who was seated on a padded bar stool, her
feet not touching the floor. Terry ordered her to kneel and
remove her shoes, directing her to kiss her feet, ankles and
calves along the way. Holding out her feet, she had Melissa
suck and kiss every toe, pausing every so often to twiddle
my wife's breasts with her feet.
Then she stood, swiveling her hips in a raunchy dance,
before instructing my wife to loosen and remove her tight
skirt. The sound of the zipper going down seemed to last
forever, reverberating through the studio. But in just
seconds my wife held the black skirt, and Terry stood clad
in a black G-string that left nothing to the imagination.
Ordering Melissa to her feet, Terry stood with her hands
over her head, and we all watched as my wife stripped her
sweater off, revealing a pair of 38D's that were barely held
in check by a lacy, half cut bra.
"Make sure you fold those nice n' neat, slave," Terry
called, as Melissa put the skirt and top on a nearby chair.
Sitting back on her stool, Terry called Melissa back over to
her, and pulled her to stand between her legs. "Do you boys
want to see who has bigger tits? Me or my slave?"
"Yea-ah," Shy Guy answered first, swallowing past the lump
in his throat. They all crowded closer as Terry instructed
Melissa to release the front clasp on her bra. With
trembling hands, Melissa reached forward and unhooked the
clasp, taking care to touch as little skin as possible.
Terry giggled as her tits bounced free, the nipples large
and stiff, the aureolas large as half dollars. Taking
Melissa's hand, she placed it under one tit, and ordered her
to rub and massage it. She then ordered her other hand to do
the same, and soon my wife rubbing her hands all over
another woman's tits, a sight I never thought I'd see in
true life.
"Don't forget my nips," Terry moaned, leaning into my wife's
hands. But after Melissa pinched her just once, Terry
admonished, "Not so rough, not so rough. Get 'em wet,
first!" Then, grabbing Melissa's hair, she pulled her lips
down to her breast, and urged Melissa to lick it all over.
Tentatively, and then with more confidence, Melissa tongued
this girl's tits, sweeping up the spongy flesh, circling
around the aureola, and finally tasting the budding nipple.
At the vocal urging of the guys, and my own silent voice,
Melissa sucked and nibbled on Terry's nipples, switching
from one to the other at will.
By this time, my cock was rock hard, and I had to will
myself not to shoot off right then. The guys in the studio
were all sporting hard-ons, too, but they were in a position
to do something about it. After watching Melissa ravage
Terry's tits for a while longer, Smoothy put an end to the
show with a hearty, "Damn, but I'm ready for a good fuck!"
With that, Terry pushed Melissa away and regarded her, a
gleam lighting her eyes. "Then I'm just gonna have to get
her ready for ya, honey bunch. Ya can't give her a good
fuckin' with that suit in the way, now can ya? Let's
see...what can I do to help?"
I watched in wonder as Terry seated my wife on the edge of
the desk, then brought up a chair and sat before her. As
Smoothy brought the camera around to capture this new angle,
the other two also grabbed chairs and sat down for the show.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see past them, and had to rely on
the monitor to keep an eye on things.
With Melissa watching intently, Terry leaned forward and
traced her fingers down my wife's body, starting at the tops
of her tits, running across the sensitive nipples, down past
her rib cage, over her ticklish stomach, and down towards
the golden gate they all seemed to desire. The body suit
stretched tautly against my wife's body, her dark bush a
shadow behind the feathery fabric, the cloth bunched up as
it disappeared between her legs. Terry's ruby red
fingernails and tan hands stood out starkly in contrast to
the dazzling white fabric. Occasionally the edge of a long
fingernail would snag on the fabric, pulling it a little
more tightly into my wife's highly sensitive crotch.
Finally Terry's fingers reached their goal, the mound of
Venus straining to be free of the confining body suit. Terry
wasted no time, thumbing at my wife's slit through the
dampening cloth, peeling one side of fabric away to reveal a
pink fold of skin, the entrance to my wife's hot, humid
cunt. Artfully she dragged her fingernail up and down this
ridge, smiling as Melissa squirmed under her touch. Up and
down the length of it the fingernail crept, bouncing
slightly as it met small bumps and crevices in the folds of
skin.
Stretching the cloth farther to the side, Terry revealed the
whole of Melissa's cunt. Now she used all her fingers to
gently rake up and down the pouting lips, grinning openly as
Melissa sought to hump her fingers. Always touching, but
never penetrating, her fingertips danced across the
sensitive skin, caressing her anus, tickling her inner
thighs, scuffing about in her tangled bush. Finally, using a
half-inch long fingernail, she parted my wife's cunt lips,
running the nail up and down along the insides of her pussy
lips. With a moan, Melissa opened her legs wider, her pussy
stretching open in response. Gently, slowly, Terry dipped
her finger inside, momentarily startled at how firmly
Melissa's pussy clenched upon her daring finger. Soon
another finger joined the first, and then a third, plunging
and withdrawing, learning the intimate secrets of my wife's
cunt as surely as she knew her own.
In response, Melissa bucked her hips against the invading
hand, seeking more and more stimulation. Now her juices were
openly flowing, dripping down onto the desktop, covering
Terry's hand with a gleaming wetness. Terry found and
exposed my wife's clit, flicking at it and rubbing it with
her hard fingernails. You could almost see the tiny pearl
straining for more, Melissa continually trying to grind her
pussy against Terry's ever-active hands.
The sight of this woman finger-fucking my wife was such a
turn-on, there was pre-cum literally flowing out of my cock,
without any stroking on my part whatsoever. Though I
couldn't see their faces, I knew this was pure torture for
them, and they would be all the more eager to bury their
cocks in my wife's juicy cunt. With just a few flicks of her
finger, Terry had power over three men and one woman. So it
didn't surprise me at all when Terry brought my wife right
to the edge of orgasm, but denied her the final release.
"Now you can't have yours until we get ours, right?" she
quipped, tugging at the fabric between my wife's legs.
Bunching it together, she quickly cut through it, trimming
it so it wasn't flapping around in the front or back.
"Oooh...you look almost good enough to eat. Anybody hungry?"
The three guys almost tripped over themselves volunteering,
with Terry selecting Shy Guy as the first diner. In a flash
he was kneeling before the desk, licking at my wife's cunt
as she strained against his face. Soon his face was covered
in her juices, but she was no closer to cumming, as in his
inexperience his tongue instinctively sought the deeper,
darker recesses of her hole. Still, she got enough
stimulation to remain on the edge, her hands fiercely
grabbing the edge of the desk, her moans becoming more and
more desperate. When Smoothy replaced Shy Guy at the
entrance to my wife's cunt, he knew exactly what to do. Like
his girlfriend, he enjoyed having power over people, and
several times he licked her into a frenzy, always stopping
just before the final, explosive moment.
Now Melissa was literally begging for it, her back arched
off the table, her hips straining upwards, her cunt splayed
open, eager to receive the final, exalted touch. And into
the void stepped Punk, already licking his lips. Having
already proven his expertise, he gloried in my wife's
helplessness, urging her to beg more and more vocally for
his talented tongue. Instructing spread her legs farther, he
dove into her muff, his tongue first seeking her depths,
before playfully licking the outer gates, getting closer and
closer to her engorged clit. Still she begged for it; still
he kept her on the edge of the chasm. totally enslaved to
him. Sweat streaked her body; she grimaced and moaned as
though in pain. Having done this to her myself, I knew how
impatient she was for release. She didn't appreciate the
exquisite anticipation like I did. She only knew what she
wanted. And she would promise anything to get it. I just
hoped she wouldn't promise them anything extra in exchange
for this one orgasm.
Having brought her to the highest peak so far, Punk gestured
for Terry to come over. Bending over Melissa's straining
body, she took my wife's bobbing tit into her mouth, sucking
noisily on the nipple. With that, Smoothy found her clit
with his tongue and began lashing at it, his whole head
shaking back and forth like a mad dog. In seconds, my wife's
passion crested, her legs closing around Punk's head, her
hands grabbing and massaging her other tit. Head thrown
back, she yelled "Oh, yes!" joyfully, repeatedly, her body
heaving in time, Terry still attached and suckling her
quivering tit.
Then it was over. My wife lay sprawled back on the desktop,
her cunt open and gleaming in the lights. Punk wasted no
time, standing between her legs and sinking his ramrod
straight cock deep into her waiting pussy. He drilled her
hard for the first dozen strokes, each pounding thrust
eliciting an excited squeal from my wife. Then he slowed
down and ground into her with a deliberate rhythm, his cock
disappearing to the hilt into her steaming hole. Each time
he withdrew, he pulled out more juice, until his cock was
slick as ice.
In a few minutes Shy Guy replaced Punk at the helm. This
time his huge cock slid in unimpeded, her cunt lips
thoroughly lubricated with juice. He, too, drilled her hard,
as if in punishment, and then slacked off, not wanting to
cum too soon. Then Smoothy took his shot at her, banging her
so hard she'd skid across the desktop, which was now puddled
with her juices. I could see Terry intently watching her
boyfriend fuck my wife. She seemed to enjoy the sight, as
she reached her hand down and began playing with herself,
first rubbing her mound through her panties, and then
reaching inside to play with her twat. Soon she'd kicked her
panties to the floor, and she openly fondled herself, her
eyes glued to the fucking couple. Shy Guy and Punk stood
mesmerized by the sight, watching in mouth-hanging wonder as
her fingers disappeared deep inside her cunt. Occasionally
she would lift her tit to her mouth and tongue the nipple,
before sticking her fingers back inside.
Finally Smoothy stepped away from my wife, whose exhausted
legs dangled over the side of the desk. Everyone took a few
minutes to rest, as Smoothy walked over and gave his
girlfriend a passionate kiss, while thrusting his hand into
her sopping cunt.
"I've got an idea," Terry announced, coming up for air after
an even longer kiss. "If you guys are up to it, that is..."
"OK. Give. Whaddaya got in mind?" Smoothy replied, taking
his hands from her.
"You said you gave it to her two at a time. What about three
at a time?"
Melissa sat up and shot Smoothy a meaningful look.
"Well," he replied carefully, "We kinda traded the right to
go backdoor for somethin' else. At least for this week."
"Fool. But listen. I saw somethin' in a book, where she can
still take three guys at a time. Wanna try it?"
In no time they had Punk stretched out on the mattress, his
cock sticking up ramrod straight. At Terry's instructions,
Melissa seated herself on his pole, facing towards his feet.
Leaning back, her pussy stretched out vertically, giving
Smoothy just enough room to insert his own cock, sandwiching
her between two desperately horny men. To complete the
position, Shy Guy stuck his cock into her mouth, twisting
her hair in his hands. On the monitor I saw Smoothy set the
rhythm, his rod slowly stroking in and out of the hole he
shared with Punk. The whole tableau was somewhat homo-
erotic, what with the sensitive underbelly of Smoothy's cock
rubbing up against the underside of Punk's cock. And both of
them encased in the hot, juicy folds of my wife's pussy.
From their low moans and grunts, the sensations must have
been intense, though they both seemed quite tentative.
But as I found to be the case with most exotic positions,
the fantasy and anticipation are usually better than the
actual deed. The three guys quickly tired of this, Shy Guy
most of all, as Melissa couldn't keep his huge cock in her
mouth long enough. So one by one they dropped away, until
Punk pushed Melissa off him.
"That wasn't all that great," he complained to Terry.
"Well it looked great on the camera. And guess what? Now
it's my turn again. Pull up a chair. I'll show you how it's
done."
"Hey! Wait a min..."
"Hold on!" Smoothy interrupted, stepping between the two.
"She's the director, this time. Let's see what she has in
mind."
What she had in mind was to strip the remainder of the body
suit off Melissa, running her hands all over my wife's firm
body. Directing her to lay down on the mattress, Terry
lowered herself on top of Melissa, her hardened nipples
first brushing against my wife's taut stomach, and then up
against her upthrust breasts. Pressing harder, Terry
captured my wife's lips between her own, searching, probing,
fencing and sucking, mouth to mouth, skin to skin. Terry
left wet kisses up and down Melissa's throat, pausing to
feed on the heat of her veins, nuzzling in the brush of hair
at the nape of her neck. Her fingers caressed the gentle
curves of my wife's body, journeying down to her ass and
back up to her shoulders. For her part, Melissa traced
figures in the small of Terry's back, occasionally straying
down to the curve of her butt before skating upwards again.
Soon, Terry had slithered down my wife's body until her cunt
was directly above my wife's own. As her fervor increased,
she began humping against Melissa, grinding her mound into
my wife's crotch, her tongue frantically lashing her heaving
tits. Rolling on her side, Terry stuck her hand down between
my wife's legs, rubbing, pinching and rolling the pouting
pussy lips. Her frenzy building, she suckled on the nipples
before her, stuffing as much of the tit in her mouth as
possible. Melissa simultaneously bucked her hips against the
vibrating hand, while pressing even more of her breast into
Terry's eager mouth.
In response, Terry pulled my wife's legs farther apart, and
plunged her tongue deep into the core of her, Melissa
gasping at the sudden invasion. Spreading the cunt lips
apart, Terry found the pink pearl of my wife's clit, running
her teeth over it as my wife thrust her hips upward. The
camera caught every intimate detail, from the fluttering of
Melissa's pussy cheeks to the slippery teasing of Terry's
tongue. Terry's fingernails dug crescents into Melissa's
sensitive skin, her forefingers occasionally dipping deep
inside the wide open cunt. Melissa was beyond caring who was
eating her; her body only desired release from the
unbearable tension.
Rapidly tumbling to a 69 position, Terry thrust her cunt
into Melissa's face, expecting a return of her favors. But
when Melissa shyed away, Terry abruptly stopped, took hold
of Melissa's hand, and placed it on her ready cunt. "Fine,"
she purred. "You can finger me now. But you will eat me
later."
Tentatively my wife began running her fingers up and down
Terry's pussy, who responded by opening her legs wider. Soon
she was rubbing harder, pressing on the fold of skin just
above the clit, her fingers moving in a blur of motion.
Urging my wife farther, she pressed the hand deeper inside
her, coating the fingers with juice, before having her
withdraw it and lick the juices off. I could tell Melissa
was surprised by the taste. Perhaps she thought all women
tasted the same.
Pushing Melissa away, Terry called to Smoothy and spread her
legs for him. Immediately he plunged inside her, banging her
hard, the sound of skin slapping together carrying even into
my hiding place. With Shy Guy's massive cock rammed between
her legs, and Punk's cock nestled in her mouth, the others
also engaged in a fast and furious fuck-fest, bouncing
Melissa back and forth like a ping-pong ball. A loud groan
caused everyone to look to Smoothy, who spurted his load
deep into his girlfriend's cunt, again and again and again.
With a distrubingly satisfied look, she then pushed Smoothy
away and sat back on her stool, her legs wide and her pussy
covered with cum and juice.
"Slave. Come here!" she ordered, causing Shy Guy and Punk to
break off their attack. "I want you to clean up this cum.
All of it. Start with his dick," she gestured at Smoothy.
"And you can finish what's left in my pussy."
I thought Melissa would surely refuse, but Smoothy backed up
the order by flipping a quarter in the air. The meaning was
clear: either eat out his girlfriend, or open herself to yet
another fuck.
"Ok, master," she replied. "But if I make her cum, it counts
against the total of four you get tonight."
"Done," Smoothy answered, eagerly swinging the camera
around, while the other two stood stroking their cocks. My
own cock throbbed in anticipation; I knew I would surely
shoot off watching my wife's tongue penetrating another
woman's slit.
After dutifully tonguing Smoothy's cock clean, Melissa
approached Terry with some trepidation. She looked up, past
the swinging breasts, past the grim smile, to meet eyes that
were both predatory and triumphant. Following Terry's
explicit instructions, I watched as my wife bent forward and
licked the glistening pubic hair, brushing it with the tip
of her tongue and cleaning off the droplets of juice and
cum. Then, her tongue traced a circle around the outside of
Terry's slit, leaving a light trail of saliva along the
stubbly skin. Terry's ass clenched as Melissa sought out her
anus, her tongue flicking the puckered gray hole, then
licking the juicy mixture from her deep crack.
Finally she returned to the waiting hole, raw and red from
all the exuberant attention. Not pausing for a moment, she
lightly touched the tip of her tongue to the folds of skin,
tracing the contours. Her soft tongue pressed down into the
steamy valley, neither cunt lips nor tongue giving way.
Finally the lips parted, and Melissa's probing tongue slid
smoothly between them, til her teeth were pressed into the
fetid patch, and her lips applied their most intimate kiss.
At Terry's instructions, she began lapping at the cunt
before her, at times parting the lips to reveal the pink
wetness within, at times rolling the lips upward to press
upon the quivering clit. Putting her hands into play, she
stretched Terry's cunt lips open wide and found her clit,
alternately licking and twiddling it. Terry's hips began to
swivel and shake, and she pulled my wife's head hard against
her crotch. I could tell that Terry was close to exploding,
and so was I.
With a shout, Terry stood up on the rung of the stool and
thrust her cunt hard against my wife's tongue, which by now
was directly licking the clit. Just as Terry's body shook
with the first wave of a heaving orgasm, Melissa thrust her
hand deep inside, while maintaining her electric contact
with Terry's engorged clit. And as Terry gave another loud
yell, my own cock began spurting all over the floor, seeming
to pull every ounce of energy out of my legs, leaving me
draped against some boxes. Terry evidently felt the same
way...even as her body shuddered from the secondary tremors,
she sagged against Melissa, seemingly held in place only by
the tongue between her legs.
Taking a bit of revenge, Melissa continued to lick at
Terry's cunt, focusing on the sensitive areas that would now
cause more pain than pleasure. She continued until Terry
finally had the strength to push her away, and sat primly on
her heels, an innocent look on her face.
"Enough of this chick stuff," Punk declared, a fevered look
in his eyes. "It's my turn to get a little ass. As long as
that's OK with our 'director', that is?"
Terry ignored his sarcasm. "Now that I got her ready for
you, you can use my slave to get off. But I think, just to
make sure she knows who's boss, you should cum all over her.
And she should rub it all over...so she smells like you when
she goes home to the husband she's cheating on."
"Whatever," Punk replied. "Just so I get to fuck her now?"
"Go for it, little guy," Terry said, looking down at his
smallish dick.
Punk didn't waste any time, pushing Melissa flat on the
mattress and aiming his dick between her legs. He pounded
into her, his big sack swinging back and forth and slapping
against her ass. What would have been over in a few strokes
took far longer; Melissa was just so sopping wet inside it
was almost impossible for him to get any friction going.
Finally he had her put her legs down, and thrusting into her
tightened hole he was soon grunting and ready to cum.
Surprisingly, his dick stroking straight down into her
hidden pussy was one of the more erotic images of the whole
evening. I could already feel a stirring in my groin, and
Smoothy's spent cock was also lifting to a semi-hard state.
We all watched as Punk continued to pound his rod deep into
her, his sack and balls growing tighter by the minute. His
rhythm slowed, he dropped down on her with all his
weight...once, twice, again. With a gritted-teeth howl, he
pulled out and jacked his cock a single time.
Then, his cargo of cum violently spurted out, covering the
length of my wife, splashing all the way up to her neck. Not
a single spurt, but a stream, as from a hose, wetting her
from belly-button to tits. Amazingly, then, another shot
whooshed out, splashing on her stomach. And a third dropped
right into her pubes, linked to the tip of his cock by a
single strand of cum, which refused to drop off, no matter
how hard he shook it.
Pooling on her body now, the viscuous milky liquid left
slimy trails as it sought the valleys and crevices of my
wife's outstretched body. Punk waited, kneeling between her
legs, as Melissa brought her hands up and began smearing cum
all over her front. She covered her tits in it, pushed it
over her ribcage, across her stomach, around her hips. Her
skin gleamed with it, as though oiled. It built up between
her fingers as she massaged it in...she wiped the build-up
on her inner thighs and smeared it around. With her whole
front covered in a sheen of cum, she licked her fingers
clean, and then dutifully sat up and sucked the cum drops
off Punk's limpening cock, licking his sack as well.
Shy Guy then stepped up to the mattress, ordering my wife to
take up a position on her hands and knees. Pushing her head
down to the sheets, he knelt between her outstretched legs,
her ass weaving tantalizingly in front of him. His cock by
now had reached its full length, the engorged head gigantic
next to her cunt lips. After rubbing the head just inside
her to lubricate it, he slowly pushed it into her, not
pausing until his pubic bone met her taut ass cheeks. So
long was his cock that when he withdrew it for the next
stroke, no part of his body touched hers. Then he crammed it
back into her, roughly, pushing her head down into the
mattress, even though she was braced and straining against
him. Again and again he pounded into her, more smoothly now
that his cock was slicked up by her juices.
The camera showed the view from above and behind, his cock
seeming to disappear in her crack, the engorged lips of her
cunt peeking out from time to time. Covered in sweat, the
frenzy of his fucking increased, spraying beads of salty
wetness down on her back. Faster and faster he hammered at
her, his hands yanking her back to him even as he plunged
forward into her. I stroked at myself as I watched them,
wanting nothing more than to replace the man now at my
wife's back door, and pound it home myself. Smoothy also
watched intently, but from behind Terry, rubbing her tits
with one hand and her cunt with the other.
Suddenly, Shy Guy pulled out and wrapped both hands around
his juice-covered dick. Yanking it back and forth, he howled
out and rocketed a huge load of cum onto my wife's sloped
back. Three other spurts followed, with Shy Guy aiming the
last two at her quivering ass. Then using the length of his
cock as a kind of level, he smeared his cum all across her
back and buns, making sure to cover her ass thoroughly. As
tradition dictated, she cleaned his cum-smeared cock with
her lips and tongue, getting quite a bit on her face in the
process.
Smoothy didn't even wait for the seed on her back to dry
before he had flipped her over onto her back. Pushing her
legs back towards her tits, and spreading her legs open as
wide as they could go, he reached down and pulled open her
cunt lips again, exposing not only the pink inner folds, but
also the black, bottomless cave within. Then, pinning her
legs back in that position, he plunged his cock down into
her, to the hilt, straining to get every last millimeter
between her red, throbbing cunt lips.
Going at her with force and fury, he took her to the edge of
exhaustion and beyond. Sweat covered her forehead, dripping
off into her hair. His own sweat spattered her with every
thrust, adding itself to the juice freely flowing from her
cunt hole. On and on he thrust, his stamina apparently
enhanced after having cum in Terry's wet cunt. She watched
intently from her chair, openly masturbating, frigging her
pussy as if possessed. Punk sat on the floor, spent, while
Shy Guy swiveled the camera around, trying to find the most
explicit shots. In the Producer's Room, I pounded at myself
until dizzy, feeling my balls beginning to tighten as my
body prepared to rid itself of some more protein.
Tears streamed down Melissa's face, her body on the edge
between intense pain and pleasure. Seeing this, Smoothy
grinned and pounded at her harder, enjoying not only the
power of his cock, but also the power from her
vulnerability. In his face I saw all the emotions I'd held
against her since finding out about her infidelity. The
emotional charge sent me over the edge; I came violently,
the cum squirting out as through shot from a water cannon.
With it went all my distrust and frustration and hurt and
vengefulness. I felt drained. Calm. And loving again.
Melissa's ordeal wasn't quite over, yet. For another minute
Smoothy pounded into my wife, her pussy now open so wide,
and his cock now so wet, it seemed they would never create
enough friction to bring him off. But after one particularly
hard thrust, he released her legs, pulled his cock out, and
crawled up her body, until his cock was poised over her face
like a pistol. In alarm, she closed her eyes, just before
the first shot hit her full in the face, the cum hitting the
bridge of her nose, before streaming into her eyes, over her
cheeks, and across her lips. He aimed another shot right at
her lips, and on impact it seemed as though cum was foaming
out of her mouth. Cruelly, his final shots were aimed into
her golden hair, the sticky whiteness snarling it.
I watched as my wife then coated her face with his cum,
applying it everywhere as if it were a face cream. Smoothy
even had her cover her ears with it, and the underside of
her chin, before instructing her to lick his cock and balls
clean. Then, giving her cunt a paternalistic pat, he finally
climbed off her. She lay there, sweat-soaked, cum-covered,
used and abused, before weakly climbing to her feet and
demanding the blackmail materials. It was then I decided
that I would be home late that evening, to give her time to
clean up.
They all watched with hidden smiles as she took the
pictures, and the negatives, dropped them into a wastebasket
and set them on fire. When nothing was left but ashes and
balls of burnt plastic, she turned to them and ordered
vehemently, "That's it! That's all! Get dressed and get the
fuck out of my studio. If I ever see any of you again, I'll
rip your fuckin' faces off!"
With a confident smile, Smoothy marched into the control
room and gathered up all the tapes, including the one I
hadn't been able to erase.
"I don't think that's it, Liss," he declared. "In fact, I
think it's just the beginning. We're changin' the rules. We
got about twenty tapes here. Now we want a night just like
this one for every one of these tapes. Or we go public with
these!"
"You asshole. You really think I'd let you tape all this
shit? You think I'm stupid? First, I switched the line
cables on the deck. All you got is twenty tapes full of
snow. Check it out, ditwads."
They waited while Shy Guy rushed to the booth to run the
tape. Sure enough, nothing but snow. And I'd taken all those
chances trying to de-gauss those tapes!
"Second of all, and I hope you're all hearing this
perfectly, I'm gonna go to the cops and tell them you
drugged me and raped me. That's right! Drugged and raped.
Knowing you scumwads, you probably kept some pictures to
yourself. Fine! Anyone sees those, you're going to jail. My
word against yours. And who's going to believe your story?
Who's going to believe I let you do that to me? No one,
that's who! So that's drugging, rape, sexual abuse, probably
kidnapping, and I'm sure a few other charges I haven't
thought of. You're all eighteen. That's a lot of jail time.
So don't let any word of this get out."
She looked at their shocked faces while gathering up her
clothes. "Now get the fuck outta here. I got a husband to
get home to!"
And, cliche though it may be, that's about when I decided to
work at our marriage a little more. To make it a little more
interesting. Not that I could top the sexual excitement of
the last few weeks. Or maybe I could. At least it'd be fun
trying.
THE END
|
The Swap Meet -- Part 2
By Buckaroo Bonzai
10:13 PM
"I don't know, Bunny," Jack said, easing in next to
her on the loveseat. "I can't tell if she's enjoying this,
or not."
"Trust me," she replied, placing her hand well up his
thigh. "She's having a ball. I mean, to give yourself
completely over to another person, plus this whole group of
people, and not to be allowed any inhibitions, or to have
any control, well, you can do anything! Anything! And not
feel the least bit guilty about it. Take your basic rape
fantasy. She's giving herself up to it, and with a stranger,
no less. That really gets the juices goin'. Then you've got
the threesome deal, the stripper fantasy with all these guys
lusting after your body, and who knows what else. She's
gotta be groovin' on it!"
"Groovin?" Jack asked teasingly, eyebrow arched.
"OK. So I admit it. I'm retro. Flower power.
Woodstock. The whole bit. Too bad I missed the whole free
love thing."
"Not around here, you didn't," Jack replied, caressing
her breasts, even while wondering for about the millionth
time what Ted and Linda were doing in the bedroom together.
10:16 PM
"It's showtime!" Bunny whispered to Jack, as Ted
strode out from the bedroom. Jack quickly shrugged off his
robe, and watched as Ted paused to fondle Jill Tullman's
tits, and then roughly pull the robe off Rene Granger's
shoulders. Technically, no one was allowed to wear clothing
unless Ted ordered it; but since he hadn't forbidden it,
everyone had donned their robe during the break. As a
measure of punishment, he leaned down and chewed her
nipples, while plunging his fingers deep into her pussy.
After a long minute, he released her, giving her a look that
said, "Don't disobey again!"
Taking his seat at the head of the room, Ted clapped
his hands twice. Immediately the bedroom door opened, and
seconds later Jack watched his wife stride into the room,
somehow looking more desirable than she had at the beginning
of the evening. Clad in white stiletto heels, and a white
silk bikini bottom, she walked in with her large breasts
proudly thrust out. A silk collar encircled her neck, with
matching cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She'd pinned her
hair up on the top of her head, giving her an elegant but
deadly look.
Without a glance at anyone else, she knelt obediently
before Ted, pausing only a moment before taking his limp
cock fully into her mouth. For the next few minutes they all
watched as she expertly slurped at him, bringing his cock up
to its full, proud stature. Watching this, Jack felt his own
prick beginning to rise, and couldn't help but give Bunny's
cunt a few stolen caresses whenever he thought Ted wasn't
looking. Glancing around, he saw furtive movements among the
other couples, too, as they reacted to his wife bringing
Ted's hefty cock to life.
Finally Ted pushed Linda's head aside, and reached
back to pull the goblet of cum from its illuminated stand.
The goblet had been the topic of much conversation during
the break, and everyone was eager to see what Ted would do
with it. Jack especially.
Ted casually handed the goblet to Linda, who cradled
it just between her breasts. The contents had begun to
separate, which much of the milky portion settling toward
the bottom. Pulling a crystal stirrer from his bag of
tricks, Ted thoroughly stirred the cum, careful not to spill
any. Then, after placing the goblet back on its stand, he
dramatically held the stirrer before Linda's face. Her eyes
immediately locked on the cum dribbling down its length.
Bringing it right to her lips, he paused for a meaningful
moment, and then, somewhat disappointingly, placed it
between her breasts and wiped it clean on her skin.
10:22 PM
"Folks, while I was in the bedroom, enjoying this
woman's most fabulous lips," Ted began, staring pointedly at
Jack, "I decided that it's just unfair of me to keep such
talent to myself." He grinned, enjoying his hold on their
imaginations. "So I've created a game that will let three
lucky members of the audience get a little piece of the
action for themselves. Now first, I thought I might just
auction her services off. But then I noticed that none of
you have anywhere to keep your money." He chuckled at his
little joke. "So instead I've decided to do this lottery
style. My little treasure here has 14 ticket stubs stuffed
into her panties. I've also cut a little slit, near her
slit," he chuckled again, "that you'll use to get your
ticket out. Once everyone has drawn, we'll get to the real
interesting part, and see who has won what!"
With that, Ted sent Linda to stand before each couple,
squirming with pleasure as each person slid their hand
inside her panties to select their lucky lottery ticket. As
Jack expected, most of the men also took the opportunity to
finger her, with only a few of the women being so bold.
As the third last person to draw his ticket from his
wife's panties, Jack had to reach far between her legs,
snagging his token just outside the entrance to her pussy.
He touched along the slit, curious to see if it felt any
different now that so many other fingers had been there. But
that question was immediately replaced by another when his
fingers encountered a mysterious string leading into her
cunt. No wonder everyone had acted so surprised while
handling her! He was just about to explore further when
Linda moved on to the final couple, leaving him to wonder.
Back beside Ted, Linda loosed the strings on the sides
of her bikini. Jack hadn't been wrong; there was a leather
string dangling from between her engorged, pink pussy lips.
Without a word, Ted pulled a long, silver chain from his
bag, clipping one end to the collar on the back of Linda's
neck, and threading the other end between her ass cheeks and
her legs. This end he fastened to the leather string, before
ordering her to lay on the floor, her legs spread wide.
"You'll notice that each of your tickets are a
different color," Ted addressed them. "During the break I
put three colored balls right inside our little sex slave."
Ted paused as a tide of appreciative applause and murmurs
swept through the room. "If the color of your ticket matches
the color of the ball, you get three minutes with our little
beauty. And just to heighten the drama, I'll be telling you
what your prize will be before we pull out the lottery
balls. So, now, is everybody ready? Good. The first lucky
winner will get..." He paused dramatically, "...three
minutes to suck, lick and taste any part of this wench's
sexy body.
"And the winner is..." Pulling the chain downward, he
very slowly drew the first ball out, causing Linda to
wriggle with delight. "Black!" Across the room, Mark Granger
thrust his fist triumphantly. Without a single glance at his
wife, he leapt forward, and at Ted's signal, immediately
began sucking at Linda's quivering tits, stuffing as much of
them into his mouth as possible. After switching from one to
the other and back again, he unceremoniously moved down to
her pussy, kissing and biting the pouting lips. Jack watched
spellbound as yet another man poked his tongue deep into his
wife's cunt. It amazed him that the woman who'd been solely
his for so long, had, within the last few hours, been
intimately penetrated by other men; not once, but twice.
All too quickly the three minutes were up, and Mark
returned to his wife, leaving Linda sopping wet and
frustratingly unsatisfied. Moving to her, Ted announced the
next prize, "Our next big winner gets to enjoy three minutes
of one of the best pairs of lips in the room. My saucy slave
will lick, suck or mouth-fuck any part of your body. And the
winner is..." Linda thrust her hips upward as Ted pulled out
another ball. "Sky blue!"
"Oh my!" exclaimed Sandra Trask, waving her blue
ticket. "I think I want...I mean...I want her to..."
"Don't tell me," her husband Bert said, pushing her
towards Linda's prone body. "Tell her."
"Yeah, just give her an order. She'll do it," Ted
advised her, before starting the stopwatch.
"Slave, I mean, well...we'll kiss first," Sandra
stuttered, lowering her lips to Linda's for a tentative, and
then deep and probing kiss. Her passion building, Sandra
soon broke the kiss, and after a few more stutters ordered
Linda to suck her nipples. Obediently, Linda pushed Sandra
down onto the floor, and passionately attached her lips to
Sandra's rosy nipples. As she worked, Linda's own breasts
grazed Sandra's belly, giving Sandra twice the reason to
moan and twitch. Sandra seemed to want something else, but
couldn't bring herself to ask for it. Instead, she rolled
over onto her stomach, and with a ragged whisper ordered her
ass to be kissed. After licking and nibbling her way over
each firm globe, Linda spread the cheeks and applied her
tongue to the tight anus within. With Sandra writhing below
her, Linda pressed her face hard into the crack, her tongue
searching for Sandra's eager cunt. But just as her tongue
reached towards it, the timer beeped, and Ted quickly lifted
Linda's head away from the prize.
"Too bad, Sandra," Ted consoled her. "You almost got
my disobedient slave to do what you wanted...without asking
for it." Ted glared at Linda, who looked somewhat abashed.
"She's gonna pay for her mistake in a minute. And I guess
you're being punished, too, since you coulda had it but
didn't ask for it. And now, our final lucky winner gets a
real shot at this bodacious body. And I think it's within
the rules." You could've cut the tension with a knife as Ted
turned to pull something out of his pack. Turning back to
them, he held a pair of black leather bikini briefs, with a
large rubber dong attached to the front. Long, thick and
realistic, it must've stretched a good twelve inches. Linda
looked at it with a mixture of wonder and lust.
"Our final lucky winner gets to have at our honeypot
in any orifice he or she wants. Take her in her mouth. Take
her titties. Take her cunt. Or just pound it up her ass.
Just remember the health rules: once it's been in her ass,
you can't put it anywhere else."
After having Jack once again lube up his wife's anus,
Ted knelt her before them all and pulled the final ball from
her cunt. Pop! "Green! The color is green," Ted shouted,
grinning as his own Bunny waved the winning ticket. Bunny
wasted no time strapping the dong between her legs. She
carefully adjusted it, making sure the hard ridge on the
inside was perfectly positioned to stimulate her own cunt.
Then, ordering Linda to lie on her back with her legs
spread, she knelt over her and thrust it deep into Linda's
slippery cunt.
Everyone gasped as the dong disappeared farther and
farther inside. At six inches Linda moaned. At eight inches
she whimpered. At ten inches she pleaded for mercy. But
Bunny slowly, relentlessly bore down. Finally, at twelve
inches, with the massive member buried inside her to the
hilt, Linda begged and cried for Bunny to fuck her. Bunny
tried, lifting as much of the dong out as she could, before
plunging it back into Linda's demanding pussy. But it proved
too cumbersome, and soon she elected to take Linda from
behind.
As Bunny positioned Linda on her hands and knees, Ted
ordered Jack to take up his position below them. This time
Jack had a close-up view as Bunny's dong parted his wife's
cunt lips, sliding in farther than he'd ever been able to
go. Jack watched as Bunny grabbed his wife's hips, getting a
fast and furious rhythm going. In seconds he was once again
spattered with cunt juice, and Linda's hot breath warmed his
cock.
"Thirty seconds," Ted warned, giving his wife a chance
to change positions. But instead of trying to penetrate
Linda's anus, Bunny slammed the dong in up to the hilt, and
ground her own pussy against Linda's butt, working the hard
ridge in the briefs against her clit. Both of them moaned
and wailed, frantically trying to reach a point of orgasm.
But the beeping of Ted's stopwatch cruelly interrupted their
efforts, and they fell away from each other sobbing in
frustration.
"That was powerful. Awesomely powerful," Bunny
confided to him, returning to their couch. "Now I know why
you guys like it so much."
10:53 PM
"I can see by the dicks in the air that all you guys
are ready for a little action yourselves," Ted began,
wandering about the room, touching a shoulder here, cupping
a breast there. "And I bet you ladies could use a little,
too. Well, now's your chance. But guys, if you're a
"whiffle-baller" I suggest you hold back. I've got a lot
more fun things planned with little queenie for later, and I
know you'll want to be able to get it up." The term
"whiffle-baller" referred to the game played with a plastic
bat and ball, in which the batter only gets two strikes.
Thus, any guy who could only cum twice in one night was a
"whiffle-baller."
While the other couples in the room quickly turned to
each other, Jack waited for the other shoe to drop. He
couldn't believe that Ted would give up his control over
their lust so easily.
"Oh. I almost forgot," Ted added. Here it comes,
thought Jack. "My slitted slut here will be coming around to
blindfold all the guys. Then, my sexy ladies, if you want to
satisfy some of your cravings, we can play a little game."
With the blindfold tight across his eyes, Jack
couldn't see a thing. But he could hear perfectly well as
Ted began his instructions, "Ladies, if your man could do
just one thing to you for the rest of the night, get him
into position and show me what it would be. I'll do the same
thing for Miss Disobedience, here." After much pushing and
pulling, Jack found himself on all fours, his cock deep
within Bunny's steaming wet pussy, and the backs of her legs
nearly flat against his chest.
"Very creative, ladies. Very creative," Ted's voice
sounded from the front of the room. "Now if you could just
set yourselves up so you can see me, we'll start the game."
In a few moments, everyone was ready. "And remember your
position. What you're gonna do is watch me, and have your
man do to you exactly what I do to this scrumptious slave
girl. And if we happen upon your position, you must keep
doing it that way until I tell you to stop. Then, you can
join back in the game again. After a while, I'll throw in a
new wrinkle. And please, no talking with your partner. You
don't want to spoil the fun."
Jack winced slightly as Bunny pushed him off of her,
and then pulled him down for a ferocious French kiss. Next
she pushed his head down to her tits, which he licked with
wild abandon, his imagination fired by the thought that his
wife was being ravaged in exactly the same way by Ted, her
Master for the night. As Bunny's fingers encircled his cock,
Jack envisioned Linda's fingers around Ted's heavy rod,
stroking and squeezing it, pulling and twisting it, making
him ever harder. There followed a series of more and more
exotic positions, with each person driving their partner's
fever pitch higher and higher. Jack strained to hear how
Linda was faring, but he couldn't separate her moans and
cries from the cacophony around him. Occasionally, Jack
would hear Ted order another of the woman to join back in,
making him curious as to the position they'd been stuck in.
Bunny's position still hadn't come up.
"OK, ladies! Now's your chance to get what you want to
do! And you get to see how well our babe follows orders.
Just shout out what you want us to do, and if I say OK,
everyone should switch to that position!"
"Lick his balls!" Jack her Jill call out.
"Sounds good," Ted announced, and Jack was forced to
move again so Bunny could get better access for her lick
job. After about thirty seconds, he heard someone...Geleesa
maybe...call out, "Eat her out!" And Ted replying, "My
pleasure!" Within seconds Jack found his face buried deep
between Bunny's legs, and he quickly probed for her clit
even as he imagined Ted doing the same to Linda.
"Spank her ass!"
"Suck his nips!
"Finger fuck her, all the way in!"
"Ride his face!"
The orders came fast and furious, as each woman strove
to alleviate their lust. But Jack also heard an edge of
hostility and challenge in their voices, as they explored
and enjoyed their newfound power over Linda, who was now
their slave as well. Ted allowed nearly everything, except
an order for her to ride him, probably because it would put
her in a dominant position.
"Fuck her tits!" he heard Bunny cry from beneath him.
In moments, Jack's own cock was pressed between Bunny's
deliciously firm breasts, and she capped every upward stroke
by frantically licking his cock hole. But Jack felt as
though he were of two minds. The friction between his hard
cock and her soft breasts sent a sizzling sensation into his
very core. Every lash of her tongue momentarily cooled his
blazing cock, every touch of her hard nipples burned like
hot welts on his skin. His balls floating along her chest,
the ragged gasps of her breath, the strands of her hair
under his palms...he was finely tuned to every sensation.
Yet without the visual stimuli...the look of lust in
her eyes, the sight of his cock appearing from between her
breasts, the white half-moons in her flesh as she squeezed
her tits together...without these he felt apart from
himself. Disconnected. A mere observer. With only his
memories of another woman to guide him. Was that other woman
giving herself as eagerly as Bunny gave herself to him? He
very much wanted to know. And totally unexpectedly, he found
he could.
"OK, Ladies. You can take off your partner's
blindfold, now, and let them see what all the excitement's
been about," Ted ordered. As soon as he could see, Jack
whipped his head around, to find Linda laying on the floor
in the middle of the room, with Ted pumping his thick cock
back and forth between her tightly mashed tits. She wore an
entirely blissful expression, and on almost every stroke she
would try and capture the cock head in her mouth, letting it
leave her lips only after wetting it thoroughly.
Realizing that his movements were mirroring Ted's,
Jack looked down to see Bunny appraising him with a bemused
expression, before adjusting her grip so that her nipples
grazed his cock on every pass. A wave of lust surged through
him, and he paused to kiss Bunny full on the lips before
continuing his task of giving her the tit fucking of a
lifetime.
11:15 PM
"Oh, God, that feels good," Jack breathed at Bunny,
finally getting to sink his cock back in her wet pussy. For
a while there, he'd been afraid that Ted would make them tit
fuck for the rest of the night. Though it was easy to
understand; Linda's tits were perfectly shaped for that kind
of activity. Still, he had just started to get a little raw
when Ted had ordered a change of position. He felt the urge
to cum build quickly in him, and though he really wanted to
hold off, he felt he could afford to give Bunny a few really
punishing strokes. "Slap, slap, slap!" he banged against
her, his pelvis whacking against her mound, his rod plunging
in to the hilt. She cried out for more, but he couldn't give
it to her. A few more strokes like that would release a
torrent of cum. Instead, he settled down on top of her and
let his pelvis grind against her. It wasn't nearly as
powerful, but it the best he could give her without cumming
"prematurely."
Next to them, Ted gave Linda a final, powerful thrust,
before rolling off her. "Keep fucking, people. Keep your
minds focused on what you wish you could be doing. Because
it's time for the only democratic section of tonight's
activities. My fabulous fuck here and I will be coming
around to see what you think we should do with our cup of
cum." As he spoke, Linda brought the goblet to the center of
the room, stirring it briskly. "The only rule is: everyone
must have a suggestion. It'll be a semi-secret ballot. And
then I'll decide which is best."
Increasing the tempo of his thrusts, Jack's mind
worked just as rapidly. He had to admire the way Ted had
built up to this point. He'd gradually dehumanized Linda,
turning her from an object of sexual curiosity to a true
sexual object, a slave to play out all their hidden passions
and desires. He'd heard the edge in the women's voices as
they called out their orders, and he felt the same kind of
neediness in the air right now, as Ted kept them on the very
edge of release. He knew what he himself wanted, no, needed
to see done with that cum. The only question was, did it go
too far? Or not far enough? After all their years of
marriage, he too was on the edge of regarding his wife as a
purely sexual vessel. And would Linda consider that to be
bad? Or good?
Jack looked up to see Ted and Linda move on to Geleesa
and Corey. It was almost his turn! He watched as Ted reached
between the lovers to caress Geleesa's breasts, and then
plant a demanding kiss on her lips, with Corey moving
obligingly out of the way. "So, G, what should we do with
all that cum?" Ted asked, his hand tracing over her exposed
flanks.
"Coat that big, fat dong with it, and shove it into
her asshole!" Geleesa said vehemently. "And keep doing it
until all the cum is gone!"
"Not a bad suggestion," Ted observed. "Slave, make
sure you write it down exactly as she said it. And Cor, what
about you?"
"Aw, that was going to be mine," he complained. They
both had a thing about butt-fucking. "OK, here's one. Dump
the whole thing on her head, and make her wash her hair in
it, like it's some kind of mousse or something. And let us
all cum on her, man. I love that."
"Cum shampoo! In stores near you! I can see it now.
Write that down, slut. And let's see what hubby has to say."
Upon reaching them, Ted immediately stuck his finger
inside Bunny's cunt, joining Jack's cock in fucking his
wife. "Don't stop, son," Ted warned. "Let's see what the
little woman has in store, first."
"Cover the cock of every man in the room, and have him
fuck his mate. Then, make her eat the cum out of every
woman's pussy."
"Very creative," Ted replied, "But I don't think that
kind of girl-girl stuff is in the rules."
"Maybe it's time to change the rules," Geleesa
interrupted, looking at them upside down from her spot on
the floor. Change the rules! Jack knew three things at that
moment: One, that his own proposal didn't go too far. Two:
that as wanton as his wife looked right now, she would
probably approve anything. And three: that no matter what,
she was in for a very hard time.
"And you Jack? What do you think about all this?" Ted
challenged him.
"I think you should take that cum, smear it on every
cock in the room, every tit in the room, and every pussy in
the room, and have her lick it all off." He stared Ted
straight in the eye. "And Corey's right. She should feel the
splash of our cum all over her body. If there was enough,
she should swim in it."
He held Ted's eye, not daring to steal a glance at
Linda. Would Ted call his bluff? And was it really a bluff?
11:31 PM
"Ten minute break. Ten minutes. If the hostesses would
make me another drink, and get a few for the guests, my love
canal and I have a few things to take care of. So you all be
ready in ten minutes. And no robes this time, right?"
Jack eased himself from between Bunny's legs, his cock
wet and shiny from her juices. She lounged back contentedly;
she'd had several small orgasms right after his suggestion
of what they could do with Linda and the cum. On the other
hand, he'd been forced to hold himself back. He knew that an
orgasm would totally break his lustful mood, bringing with
it a wave of guilt and who knew what other emotions.
And now Ted and his Linda were back in the bedroom
together, where he couldn't keep an eye on them. It was all
so frustrating.
11:45 PM
"Yowza!" Mark Granger exclaimed from across the room
as Linda came back in. This time Ted had outfitted her with
a white garter belt, attached to sheer white stockings.
Though she wore no panties, a just-barely-there white sheer
skirt covered her butt, the skirt ending just at the top of
her legs. A gold bracelet encircled one ankle. Bright white
stiletto heels made her walk with her breasts thrust out,
and as she moved across the room, Jack could see she was
really strutting her stuff.
Ted had left the white collar around her neck, but
with her gorgeous hair now free and caressing her shoulders,
the collar looked more like an ornamental touch. Brighter
make-up and lipstick completed the image of a girl-for-hire.
"Are you all ready for some more fun?" Ted asked them,
moving to the center of the room. "Cuz I just gotta get me a
piece of this ass, and you all are welcome to join in. So if
you want, you can play a little follow the leader.
Otherwise, you just gotta watch...and learn."
Pushing Linda into a kneeling position, Jack watched
Ted kneel directly behind her, his cock already beginning to
rise. With both hands he reached around to cup and caress
her tits, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. As his
hands roamed freely across her body, he bent his lips to her
neck, biting her hard enough to leave red marks thatdidn't
fade.
At his command, Linda once again reached back and
positioned Ted's cock at the entrance to her pussy. He
entered her quickly, revealing the animal passion that was
consuming him. With a slap on the rump he bent her to all
fours, and soon was ramming his cock into her with savage
fury. Grasping her hair as though the reins of a wild horse,
he pulled her head back until her mouth was forced open.
Each frantic thrust rattled her tits together, and Jack
imagined that to her eyes, the whole world was in the throes
of a powerful earthquake.
His view, too, was bouncing and rattling, as he strove
to keep up with Ted, stroke for stroke pounding his own cock
into Bunny's desirable pussy. When Ted had draped Linda over
one arm of their loveseat, Jack had immediately laid Bunny
over the other arm so they faced each other, two men in a
backdoor-fucking duel. Jack had wanted to hold off on
cumming, but he could see in Ted's eyes the determination to
go all the way. And he wasn't about to back down from that
challenge.
Jack locked his gaze on his wife's face, her eyes
clenched shut, her mouth open and panting, her voice begging
for Ted to fuck her "harder, harder, harder!" He could see
the long shaft of Ted's cock disappearing between his wife's
legs, then reappearing wetter than ever. He looked down at
his own cock, burrowing deep into Ted's wife's cunt, and
then reappearing slick and shiny. What an odd experience,
matching another man stroke for stroke as they fucked each
other's wives.
He felt his balls tightening, the familiar surging
sensation in his groin. "Where...where...want it?" he
grunted at Ted, aware that he had only seconds before the
deluge erupted from him. Ted nodded at Bunny's back, and
Jack had no sooner pulled free when he spurted three, then
four huge globs of cum onto the small of her back. Sliding
his still stiff cock back into Bunny's waiting cunt, he was
then obliged to watch as Ted continued to work at his wife.
Finally, his hands frantically pulling her hips backwards,
Ted groaned loudly and thrust into her a final time, his
body spasming as he shot all his cum into her.
As Ted pulled the cum-filled rubber from within her,
Linda opened her eyes, apparently surprised to see that Jack
and Bunny had been so closely observing her. She blushed
only slightly before asking her Master what he wanted of her
now. Seemingly pleased by her obedience, Ted sent her to get
the goblet of cum, and had her add the stuff from Bunny's
back, as well as from his sodden condom, to the rapidly
filling glass. Somewhat surprisingly, three of the other men
had also cum, and Linda was quickly at work scooping cum off
Geleesa's back, Tiffany's stomach, and off of Carol's ass.
12:22 AM
"Not a bad way to move into another day," Bunny
whispered to him, perched atop his already re-invigorated
cock. It was amazing how the right visual stimulus could get
him so excited so soon after cumming. In this case it was
the sight of Bunny beaming down at him, her fingers at work
rolling and squeezing her fully erect nipples. "I just wish
I knew what he has in store for us next!"
So do I, thought Jack. He hadn't expected Ted to let
them cum so freely, and he couldn't understand why he'd let
the tension peak and break before the ultimate climax to the
night. Still, he was pretty sure that all of the men had cum
at least twice, and it looked like all of them were hard
enough for more action. The women, too, were ready for more,
and he estimated that all had experienced at least two
shattering orgasms. Or, at least Bunny had.
Ted and Linda lay before them, locked in a side-by-
side sixty-nine. At the moment, Ted's cock filled Linda's
mouth, and his tongue was thrust deep into her love canal.
His right hand squeezed her ass cheek, and Jack figured that
his middle finger was probably knuckle deep inside Linda's
ass. Every so often he would break from his pussy feast to
give them directions.
"OK, ladies, now, let me see you move your hands down
and rub your clits. And keep moving up and down on those
dicks," Ted ordered, before tilting his head to drink the
juice from Linda's cunt. He broke free again, his face
soaked. "And guys, let's see how well you twiddle those
nipples. I want to see 'em fiery red for my next tour
through the room."
After a few minutes more, Ted took his head out from
between Linda's legs, and pushed her roughly off his dick.
"OK, kids. I think it's time we picked the winner of our Hot
Twat Taste Test. We've got a preliminary winner. But I want
to see how those juicy holes held up after a night of hard
use. Like before, I'll have Miss Loose Lips to help me," he
added, tapping Linda on her mound. "So ladies, as I come up
to you, I want you to get up offa dat thing, and spread your
legs for me." He broke into a James Brown rap, "Yeah! Get up
offa dat thing, and spread your legs real wide!"
As before, Ted and Linda moved from couple to couple,
Ted dipping one finger at a time into each woman's cunt,
first for himself to taste, and then for Linda to taste.
Finally, after circling the room, he used Linda's stomach as
a desk to compile the results, sticking his pen into her
cunt as though she were a human pen holder.
"Before I announce the winner to the Hot Twat Taste
Test, you may be interested in knowing what the prize is.
The winner gets, and I think this is fairly legal...five
minutes of super hot, super wet girl-girl action with my
little sex slave here. She's already agreed to it. And if
the winner's not interested, then she can give the prize to
her lover, who gets five minutes of sixty-nine action. So if
there's any objections, let's hear 'em now." The room was
silent, with everyone turning to look at Jack. He wasn't
about to object. "I kinda thought the group might be ready
for this. So let's find out who wins a Hot Twat Tonguing
from my virginal goddess. Oh. And by the way. Those of you
who had garlic to eat recently, you know who you are, you
may want to lay off that stuff before our next gathering.
So...the winner is...Rene Granger!"
Rene looked dumbstruck, her hands immediately moving
downward to fiddle with her pubic hairs. "Do you want the
prize, or do you want to pass it on?" Ted asked her, pulling
Linda her way.
"Ohhhh...I can't believe I'm saying this...but...I
want it," she stuttered, her eyes traveling all over Linda's
trembling body. "Let's...I mean...before I lose my nerve,"
she whispered, beckoning Linda forward.
With only a glance at Ted, who nodded, she joined Rene
on the couch, where Mark quickly made room for the two of
them. Jack watched as his wife tentatively kissed her new
master, their lips at first lightly touching, before
becoming more and more demanding. They softly caressed, one
the mirror of the other, Linda's fingers exploring Rene's
body, and Rene then finding the same spots on Linda's lithe
form. Surprisingly, they didn't skirt those most intimate
zones, but boldly touched each other, cupping a breast,
fingering here, probing there.
At a whisper from Rene, Linda bent and suckled each
nipple in turn, making them bright, rosy and wet. Mouth
wide, Linda could take almost all of Rene's tit into her
mouth, using her teeth to stimulate every square inch.
Laying back, Rene then pressed down on Linda's head, urging
her still lower. Tongue flicking enthusiastically, Linda
licked her way across Rene's flat stomach, teasing the belly
button, tracing the curve of her waist, outlining her downy
arrow to paradise.
Like everyone else, Jack leaned forward for a better
view of the groundbreaking moment. But when it came, he
couldn't see much...his wife's hair had fallen in the way.
Only by Rene's sudden gasp could they tell that her valley
had been breached. Fortunately, Ted moved over and swept
Linda's hair back, so they could all watch as she tongued
and tantalized Rene's open pussy, pressing her way in deeply
before withdrawing to tickle the clit. It took only moments
for Jack to recognize this as one of his favorite
techniques. He felt strangely gratified to see his wife
using it on this beautiful woman. Somehow, now, he knew for
sure her orgasms weren't faked. A totally unsubstantiated
fear, but one he had anyway.
Soon Rene was bucking her hips against Linda's face,
straining to get as much of herself in contact with those
heat-seeking lips. Linda's skin was soaked with pussy juice,
which mixed with sweat and dripped off her body in long
trails. Her flushed face looked particularly hot against the
creamy whiteness of Rene's legs, an image which would remain
burned into Jack's memory for a long time to come.
At another hoarse command, Linda pulled the rest of
her body up onto the couch, giving Rene certain access to
her quivering pussy. After only a few tentative kisses, Rene
stuffed her tongue full into Linda's waiting cunt,
completing the sixty-nine scenario. Both women pulled
themselves closer together, feeding off each other as though
this was their first meal in months. The tangy odor of their
juices permeated the air, overpowering even the heady, musky
smell created by eight couples who had just engaged in five
hours of uninhibited sex.
The couple rolled as one, leaving Rene below, and
Linda administering to her from above. Now, Rene merely
finger-fucked Linda, exploring her cunt and ass, while she
held Linda captive between her legs at the other end, urging
her to take and own every inch of her pussy. Linda ate at
her frantically, chewing the lips, probing the dark
interior. Her body was now liberally smeared with wetness,
though Jack could see nothing higher than her jaw. Ted,
meanwhile, circled the two admiringly, pausing occasionally
to reach between them and squeeze their breasts, before
moving on to find the best possible view. The sixty-nine had
to have lasted longer than five minutes; but Ted didn't seem
inclined to end it any time soon.
As Linda tore at her, Rene's moans and cries reached a
fever pitch. Throughout the room, everyone leaned in for a
better look. Bunny squeezed Jack's cock as though it were a
master control stick, and she could use it to control the
action. Now Linda's tongue was constantly licking the clit
below her, while Rene had stopped all pretense of pleasuring
Linda, and was now desperately pulling at and pinching her
nipples.
The dam broke violently, the pleasure streaming from
both sets of Rene's lips in a torrent, one rending the air
with cries of ecstasy, the other dousing Linda with a
pungent wetness. Though slowing considerably, Linda
continued at her task, until Ted pulled her head up and gave
her a long, urgent French kiss. Before returning to her
Master's side, she exchanged kisses once more with Rene, her
hands smoothly caressing the breasts, waist, hips and
buttocks, as though inscribing the feel in her memory.
1:13 AM
"You can tell I'm gettin' old," Jack said to the lips
hovering above his own. "I used to be able to go at this all
night. But now it's barely past one, and I'm almost ready to
pack it in."
"Ve have vays of keeping you interested!" the lips
said back, in their worst German accent. "Ve need only to
touch here! To pull zis here! And voila! He eez man again!"
"Fraulein, you've been spending too much time in
Paris. But let me say, while we have this quiet moment, that
you are a most remarkable woman. The best woman a man could
have while his wife is being enslaved by another man!"
"You know," the lips said, sounding serious, "although
being Mistress last time let me act out some fantasies, it
wasn't nearly as...what's the word...fulfilling as it's been
the last few hours with you. It's not just that I know now
what Ted was going through. It's that, despite what you must
be feeling, you've still been a damn good lover."
"Oh! So you're branching out and stroking egos now,
too. You are a multi-talented woman," he joked, pressing his
lips against hers to muffle the retort he knew was on its
way.
1:20 AM
"People, it's time for Ted's beauty tip of the night,"
Ted announced from his seat atop Linda's breasts, which were
none too lightly squashed against her chest. While he
talked, she held his cock in her mouth, her task for the
moment being to keep the tip alternately wet and dry,
without using her hands to keep it steady.
"Folks, as any beauty-conscious woman knows, the best
cure for dry skin is a little seed, a little jism, a little
cum. Lovingly applied, and then removed, to avoid any
stickiness. Tonight, we've all had occasion to rub some very
sensitive areas quite raw. So as a public service, we're
going to have Miss Titillizer soften up your skin, while she
hardens up some other body parts."
He moved off her, and ordered her to bring the goblet
of cum to him. Stirring the goblet in his chair, he placed
Linda between his legs, her head obediently bent near his
stiffening cock. "Here's how it works. Each person gets one
part of their anatomy swabbed with cum, with her lovely
fingers serving as the brush." Linda dipped her fingers into
the goblet, and then smeared the thinning cum on Ted's long
prick. "After rubbing it in," Jack watched as Linda's hands
covered every inch of Ted's cock with cum, "this sexy morsel
will then lick it off. No sucking. No blow-jobs. Just lick
it off. And gentlemen, and ladies, you can have her put it
anywhere, except on the anus, which is off-limits by order
of the health department." They all watched as Linda curled
her tongue around Ted's dick, licking every inch to make
sure she got all the cum.
When she turned around, Jack saw her eyes had a glaze
to them, which he hoped was a sign of anticipation, and not
dread. The other couples were already whispering about where
they wanted her apply the cum, and the two couples nearest
the front of the room were getting ready. But Ted fooled
them, pushing Linda to the back of the room, where Jill and
Tom got to be the first lucky recipients. As expected, Tom
had his dick covered in a layer of cum, and Linda seemed
quite enthusiastic about licking the salty sheen from him.
Somewhat surprisingly, Jill elected to have it applied to
her pussy, and she squirmed in pleasure at the touch of
Linda's tongue to her shaven pussy.
In no time Linda was intimately familiar with the
balls of Mark and Bert, the cocks of Tony, Bob and Mark, the
pussy's of Rene, Sandra and Geleesa, Tiffany's ass cheek,
and Bunny's wide and welcoming cunt. When his wife had bent
to lick his own cock clean, Jack didn't know what to expect.
Would it feel any different now that she'd sampled the wares
of seven other men? Would she make any size comparisons?
Would she just be too tired to do...what? Fortunately, it
felt the same as it always did, except this time the thought
that she was licking other men's cum off his cock made him
hard as a rock.
Soon enough the goblet was nearly empty, and Ted made
her scoop the remainder out and spread it on his cock,
making her feast off of it while the rest of them watched
with a smoldering desire for more.
1:42 AM
"I hope he's planning on wrapping this up sometime
soon," Jack said, rubbing the knots out of Bunny's stiff
shoulders. "This stayin' up past midnight is pretty
strenuous stuff for old guys like me."
"You know, technically he can stretch this out to
4:00," Bunny replied in a teasing voice. "Do ya think I
should keep a phone nearby to call 911?"
"It might help, bringin' some of those young studs in
here to keep you insatiable women happy."
"I'm not insatiable," Bunny replied, wriggling her
butt against the inside of his thighs. "I'm just
enthusiastic!"
Jack glanced back at the bedroom door for what seemed
to be the upteenth time. Immediately following the Gooey
Goblet Cleaning, as Jack had already dubbed it, Ted and
Linda had disappeared back into the bedroom.
"One thing he'll need to do soon," Bunny said,
bringing him back, "is to pick the Master and Mistress for
the next party. Then I'd figure on a wham-bam finale, and we
can all go home. Not," she added, "that I'm having such an
awful time with the guy I'm with this evening." She leaned
back against his chest, pulling his hands off her shoulders,
and letting them rest on top of her bountiful breasts. The
soft skin under his hands glowed, lightly flushed in places,
and scored and marked by his nibbling and other exertions.
Her nipples were still erect, as they always seemed to be,
straining forward as if begging for more attention.
Looking down between her breasts, Jack stared intently
at the thin strip of pubic hair, just hiding the hot crevice
between her legs. In the past few hours he had become
intimately familiar with every inch, every fold, and every
valley in that area. And yet he still wondered what it would
be like to come home to this woman every evening, to have
such enthusiastic willingness within his grasp every night.
Jack shook his head, and stared guiltily at the
bedroom door. It wasn't as if Linda ever withheld anything
from him. No experiment, no fantasy was ever too wild not to
try at least once. No, he reminded himself, Bunny wasn't
better. Just different.
The door opened just then, and the Master and
Mistress, Ted and Linda, quickly strode out. Ted's naked
body was still sweat-covered in some places, and his semi-
hard dick slowly swayed out in front as he walked. This
time, Ted had Linda wearing a very sheer red top and skirt.
Her breasts held up the strapless top, covering only some of
their creamy mounds. Only her hips kept the skirt from
falling, which was sheer enough to see every detail between
her legs. Not that it mattered much. Both the top and the
skirt were slit right down the middle, and fastened with a
single silver snap.
"I hope everyone had a good rest," Ted began, as Linda
debased herself in front of the crowd by kissing Ted's feet,
his legs, his ass, his balls, his cock, his nipples, and
finally ending with a long french kiss. "I know you're all
tired." He smiled at the half-hearted protests that
followed. "That's OK. You won't have to do much for the next
few minutes. Because it's time to pick the next Master and
Mistress."
Jack's heart quickened, as the image of himself in
command rose unbidden in his mind. Technically, he knew, the
odds of him being chosen to be in the next group was the
same an anyone else in the room. But the odds seemed quite
long when you figured in the string of coincidences that had
led to this point. First Bunny had been selected. Then her
husband Ted. Then Linda as Ted's slave. It seemed unlikely
that Jack would follow in that line.
The Master and Mistress moved to the center of the
room, in keeping with the unwritten rules of the draw. Jack
watched his wife mount Ted's stiff cock, sitting atop him
with obvious pleasure. It was the first time he'd allowed
her to be in the dominant position, and she gratefully
ground her clit against his hard shaft. At Ted's order, the
rest of the women also sat astride their men, and Jack
focused on Bunny's swaying breasts and the exact point where
his engorged cock disappeared inside her pussy. It was a
welcome distraction from watching his own wife in exactly
the same position.
Soon all the women were sliding up and down, their
moans filling the air. Linda, atop Ted, appeared on the
verge of cumming, her hips bucking, her pace quickening, her
head thrown all the way back. "That's enough!" Ted called
out, enjoying the women's accusing eyes as all motion ground
to a halt. "Let's just see who's got the real willpower. As
we select our hosts for the next party, I want every woman
to keep moving on top of your man. In fact, you can fuck all
you want. You just can't cum. For those who stop, there'll
be a small punishment later. For those who cum, a much
nastier punishment. And you, my little whore," he said,
squeezing Linda's nipples, "if you cum, I'll make you do
things in the next two hours that will make the first part
of the evening look like a picnic."
Jack watched as Linda clenched her teeth, desperately
trying to quell her excitement. He knew the next few minutes
would be torture for her, not only because she was so near
the edge, but also because a slow ride was her favorite way
to get off.
"Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for," Ted
intoned, handing the bowl to Linda, who rode steadily but
carefully atop him. "And the Master for our next meeting
is..." he pulled a slip from the bowl, "Ha! Jack McNair!"
As cries of "Fix! Fix!" "It's a travesty!" "I demand a
recount!" and other protestations rose around him, Jack
looked up to see Bunny grinning goofily off to his left. He
followed her gaze to find his wife staring at him, smiling
as though she had a special secret that only three of them
shared. The spell seemed to last for hours, broken only when
Ted slapped Linda on the butt, demanding his share of the
attention.
Jack held his breath as Ted fished around for the next
slip of paper. When Ted withdrew his hand, the whole room
stilled. But instead of holding a piece of paper, he instead
pointed right at Bunny. "Mrs. Miller, I do believe your
instructions were to keep moving. You're evidently too tired
to continue. So maybe a little punishment after we're done
here will wake you up."
Bunny, who had stopped momentarily, simply thrust her
breasts out at the Master, and made a great show of humping
with much more enthusiasm, as did the rest of the women in
the room. Returning his hand to the bowl, Ted pulled out the
next slip of paper, indicating who would serve as Jack's
Mistress at the next party. "Corey White!" he declared,
chortling.
"Um, I don't think so," Corey smiled. "Jack's just not
my kind of girl."
On the next pull, Jack hit paydirt. "Jill Tullman!"
Looking over, Jack was gratified to see Jill beaming
at him, as she twisted in her 'saddle' to give Jack a
glimpse of her stunningly shaved pussy, Tom's slick cock
just barely protruding. Tom smiled encouragingly too, so
Jack knew that he was free to get creative for the next
session. And he planned on doing just that.
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This is chapter 3 of an ongoing story. The chapters are identified, not by
number, but by day and time of day. There have been two chapters
preceeding this one.
Day 1 - Thursday evening,
Day 2 - Friday mid-morning
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"Revelation: Day 2 - Friday Afternoon" (chiefx39)(3/?) {inc FFF}
The ladies went in the house to get lunch together, chatting away about
this and that and the other thing. Feeling somewhat grungy I walked over
to the outside shower and washed off the cum and sweat and sun block. As I
cleaned off my cock I couldn't help but feel sexually gratified but very
confused and a little guilty. They were all acting as if this was the
normal way we lived our lives. I really needed to find out what was going
on. I wanted answers, I needed answers. My life had changed dramatically
in the past day and a half and I had to find some frame of reference with
which to handle these changes.
When I came in the lounge, the ladies were still talking while they set
the table. Karen came up to me and kissed me on the cheek and told me sit
down and have a sandwich. The table was set with various cold cuts,
cheeses, breads and salad. I went over to the fridge and got a beer and we
all sat down to a light lunch. The women were still chatting, as women
will do over food, about this and that and everything in between. I just
sat there almost in amazement that nothing was being said about the little
episode out on the deck.
When we were finished eating, I helped clean the table of everything but
the wine. I got another bottle of beer, sat down, leaned back and, looking
at each of the ladies said, "Okay ladies, somebody start talking, please.
What's going on?
"Let's go sit in the easy chairs over by the bar, it will be more
comfortable and it may be a long story." said Kate. We took our glasses
and went over to the couches and chairs. Kate and Mom sat on the couch, I
took an easy chair and Karen sat next to me in another chair. When we sat
down, I said, "Okay, no more stalls, what is going on?"
Karen took a deep breath and looked at me. "Mom and I have been lovers
since the cookout over here after our freshman year."
"You and your mother are lovers? What, you two have been having sex for
what, 8 years and I didn't know a thing about it? How in the hell did that
happen?"
My first response when she told me that was to get angry. How in the
hell did they become lovers and why am I so damn blind that I never knew.
Okay, okay, slow down, let's take this step by step. First, was I really
mad? No, not really. I know that Karen is bi and that she really enjoys
lesbian sex. After all, I participate with her in many of her girl-girl
sessions after a massage session so, no harm, no foul on that one. Second,
why are they telling me this now, after 8 years of getting away with it?
Third, if Kate and Karen are lovers, why is my mother sitting there like
she knows all about it. Where does she come into all this? Last, how do I
really feel knowing that Kate and my wife have sex? I didn't have answers
for two and three but I fully intended to get some. As for the last item,
I found that I was getting aroused knowing that Karen fucks her mother and
vice versa.
What I said was, "So, after 8 years you have decided to confide this to
me. Why now?"
"Let me explain what happened first and then I'll tell you why we chose
now to tell you. The evening of the cookout, after you and Josie left, Mom
and I decided to jump in the hot tub before going to bed. We sat in the
tub for a long time just talking and laughing and drinking wine. I guess
we both were feeling pretty good from a great day with the four of us and
the wine we had. Then like two giggling teenagers, Mom started making
comments about how sexy you were and began asking questions about our sex
life."
"In a kidding way I asked Karen if you were a good lover, that's all."
"Yeh, but she didn't say 'lover' and I'd had enough drinks to tell her
not only that you were a good 'lover' but how good a lover you were. I
kinda told her that you were the best pussy eater I had ever dated and that
I was gonna marry your tongue if I couldn't also get the rest of you to go
with it."
This sort of shit really does wonders for a guy's ego - Know what I
mean?????
"So, with a comment like that and a woman's natural curiosity, I had to
have details and I kept pressing Karen until she started to tell me about
some of your pussy eating exploits. I started to get horny and I was
impressed with her testimony of how good you were."
"Well, anyway, while I was telling Mom I kind of slipped up and told Mom
about that first time with Rena when we were both eating her pussy at the
same time. That was the first time Mom found out I was bi-sexual and she
zeroed in on that like a bullet going to the bull's-eye. She would not
stop probing and asking questions until I finally gave up, admitted I was
bi and ended up telling her about most of my bi episodes, including those
in high school."
Hell, I didn't even know about her episodes in high school!
"I was feeling good from the wine, relaxed from the hot tub and a bit
embarrassed from having admitted to my mother that I liked to eat pussy. I
guess I'd had too much wine because, for some reason, I just sort of
started crying and Mom came over and put her arms around me and held me."
"One minute she was telling me about all the girls she had sex with and
the next she was crying. She was a mess at that moment. I was afraid that
having made her tell me that she is bisexual it might affect our
relationship as mother and daughter and, as a mother I had to go over and
comfort her. At that moment she was just my little girl. However, after I
put my arms around her and cuddled her against my chest and she had
finished crying, instead of letting go of each other we stood like that for
a few moments. I began to be aware that her nipples were pressing against
my chest and that my nipples were getting hard holding my naked daughter."
"Ken, I am bisexual and have been since my teen years when I was seduced
by my best friend when I was 12 years old. Karen never knew that, she had
no idea I was bisexual. I made sure not to let her find out. I didn't
want to influence her developing sexuality one way or the other."
"Anyway, when I realized that holding my naked daughter was making me
horny, I also realized that Karen's nipples were hard too. So, on an
impulse, I shifted around just enough that our nipples were brushing
against each other. It was like a bolt of electricity went directly into
my pussy. I was definitely getting more aroused with my daughters nipples
rubbing on mine."
"I knew, almost the minute that Mom and I had our naked bodies touching
that I was horny for my mother, I wanted to have sex with her. I had
enough wine in me that I didn't have any second thoughts; I was hot for my
mother. So I ran my hand down her ass and pulled her against me as hard as
I could and I kissed her - tongues, open mouths the whole bit."
"And I responded. The kiss was wonderful. I wanted to suck Karen's
tongue out of her mouth. I just could not get enough of her kiss and I
also realized that I wanted to eat my daughter's pussy and this seemed like
a great way to start. I reached down between us and ran my finger up and
down her vagina. She spread her legs and reached down and took my wrist
and guided my finger between her pussy lips and into her cunt. Then she
did the same thing to me. We must have stood there playing with each other
for 10 or 15 minutes, all the while just rubbing our lips and tongues
against each other."
"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore I wanted to cum and I pushed Mom
back and told her I wanted to eat her pussy. She looked at me, kissed me
again and took my hand and we got out of the hot tub. She pulled a cushion
off the chaise lounge and we laid down and continued to play with each
other. Finally, I got up and moved between Mom's legs. She drew her feet
up and spread her knees and I put my mouth on Mom's pussy and ate her to
two climaxes. After the second one, she pulled me around and on top of her
and we ate each other until I had come twice. It was wonderful. Mom eats
pussy better than anyone I know except you and your mother!"
What! My mother? My mother eats pussy? My mother eats my wife's
pussy? What. The. Hell!"
"Shit. I'm sorry Josie, it looks like I may have gotten ahead of the
story."
"Don't worry about it Hon, we were going to tell him today anyway. He
will just have to wait a few minutes longer that's all. Go on with your
story."
I just sat and stared, open-mouthed, at my mother.
"Close your mouth dear and listen!"
Kate continued, "Well we had the most glorious session of pussy eating
that I had ever had up to that time. We each had multiple orgasms and were
so exhausted that we just snuggled up next to each other and slept right
there on the deck on the cushions. The next morning I woke up to feel
Karen eating me again. I knew then that there would be no crying jags; no
regrets, no recriminations and that she and I were now lovers. I was only
concerned about how this might affect her relationship with you."
"Based on what she told me about you, how she felt about you, and how
well we had hit it off at the cookout, I knew you and Karen were the right
fit and I hoped that you two would marry. Believe me it is not that easy
to find someone, not only to love, but also to live with year in and year
out. You two were a perfect fit. Also, I liked your mother. One thing I
discovered at the cookout was that she made me hot just looking at her!"
With that Kate looked at Josie, blew her a kiss and laughed.
"Well, anyway Babe, I moved into Mom's suite and we made love everywhere
in and out of this house that you can imagine. When you and I weren't
having sex, Mom and I were. It was a glorious summer. I almost didn't go
back to college for my sophomore year. I wanted to stay with Mom but
couldn't give you up. I thought and I thought and I thought, and you won.
I would not give you up and the thought of you finding someone else worried
the hell out of me."
A man's ego can't get any bigger than mine was at that moment!
"Besides, I didn't lose. True I didn't have my baby girl to make love
with but there were compensations. And, whenever she came home it was
almost as good as that first time on the deck."
"The problem came when we got married. So, after we got married I
started to worry that you might find out about Mom and me and not be cool
with it. So, for about a year we cooled it. I talked to Mom and Josie and
they each told me they didn't think you would have any problem with the
relationship but if I was worried about it I would telegraph that worry to
you and it might really become a problem so we all agreed to stop."
"However, when you had to go on the trip to Japan and were going to be
gone for 6 weeks, I got horny and intended to stop by and see Mom and just
have some company. But, we ended up making love and I would come over
every other day or so and we would have sex. I started to feel guilty, not
because of the sex but because it felt as if I was cheating on you. What
was I going to do about my relationship with Mom. Was I going to tell you
and possibly hurt our marriage or was I going to stop having sex with her.
I told myself that you would not suffer any lack of sex just because I was
making love to my mother so, why take a chance on fouling up our marriage
by telling you. I rationalized it real well. I made sure that none of my
sex sessions with Mom ever interfered with you or took anything away from
our love making. As a matter of fact, I would sometimes be so hungry for a
cock in me after a session with Mom that I would be especially horny when I
cam home to you or you returned after a trip. Do you feel like I ever
neglected you?"
I had to admit I didn't. So, having sex with her mother made her
hornier for me? Well, in that case, this could be a blessing in disguise.
"No, I never did think you neglected me and I love you for that."
"Oh, by the way, the night of your bachelor party, while you and your
buddies were watching strippers with fake boobs wave their pussies in your
face, and sneaking into the backroom to get a blowjob from the strippers,
Mom, Josie, me and two of my bridesmaids had a night of unbridled sex here
in the house instead of having a Bachlorette party. I have tapes of the
whole thing."
"Which two bridesmaids? Shit, you mean Dolores and Sandy? Shit, this
is getting hotter by the minute. I want to see those tapes!"
However, the longer we were married and the more I knew you the more I
thought that Mom and Josie were right, if you found out about us you might
be stunned but you would understand that it is no threat to you and you
would be cool with it. So, occasionally, usually when you were away or
working late, I would come over for a soak and some sex. And, that's where
we are now. So, I guess what this boils down to is that I want to continue
having Mom and Josie for lovers. But, I don't want to do anything that
will affect our relationship so, are you okay with that?"
I sat almost stunned at what I heard. How did I feel, what was I
thinking? Frankly, I didn't know. I was sexually turned on that's true
but could I endorse a lifestyle that included having sex with my mother and
motherin-law as well as my wife? Physically, hell yes! Psychologically, I
wasn't sure. Would I start out a stud and end up with recriminations and
guilt? Okay, you're over thinking this. Stop trying to psychoanalyze
yourself. Break the problem down into manageable parts. Did you mind your
wife having sex with her mother? No. Did you mind your wife having sex
with your mother? No. Do you want to have sex with your mother-inlaw.
Yes. Did you want to have sex with your mother? Yes. Problem solved.
"Yes. It is okay with me. I love you and if you continue to love me,
then yes, continue your relationship with Kate and Mom. I'm okay with it.
Karen got up, with tears in her eyes, and plopped herself down in my lap
and kissed me like she never did before. "God, I love you Ken. Thank
you."
Kate just looked at me and smiled and mouthed 'Thank you' and blew me a
kiss.
Mom laughingly said, "Okay, if you two are gonna get all mushy and
maudlin, we will never get this story told. Knock it off."
Karen got up, kissed me and bent down and kissed George, looked me in
the eye and said, "You are due a blowjob like you have never had before."
Then sat down in her chair.
George seemed interested.
Mom said, "Okay, now it's my turn. After you met Karen you really
didn't tell me much about her except that she was 'wonderful', 'marvelous',
'beautiful', 'the greatest thing that had ever happened to you', and so on,
and so on. You weren't too much on specifics. So, figuring that you had
pretty much decided that she was the only woman you wanted, I wanted to
know more about her. When Kate called with the invitation to the cookout I
jumped at the chance to meet her and Karen. It was funny but we found
ourselves talking for over an hour that day on the phone and based on that
conversation I knew I would like her."
"The cookout was a really nice day. I could see that you two were very
much in love. I could see that Karen was a beautiful person and was
perfect for you. I could also see that Kate loved her daughter very much
and she also knew that you two were in love. Kate and I talked quite a bit
that day and made a date to have lunch the following day. It was at that
lunch that I decided that Kate was going to be my best friend."
"We had lunch several times over the next few weeks. Each time I became
more impressed with Kate. It was because of her that I decided to stop
looking like a fat frump and do something about changing my life. So, I
joined the gym. Kate and I talked on the phone just about every day. She
encouraged me. Actually, I was a teeny bit jealous of how good Kate looked
and I wanted to look that good too. I have to admit, that I found Kate
sexy and I had some problems with those feelings. Unlike most girls, I had
never had a bisexual or lesbian experience. As a matter of fact, at that
time I felt no sexual desires or urges at all. I had tuned sex out. It
just was not something I was interested in. After meeting Kate I started
to feel horny again and, for the first time in many, many years, started
masturbating. I even bought a vibrator and a dildo. I was still having
problems because when I masturbated I thought of Kate."
Kate broke in. "What your mom is saying is just what I felt for her
too. What she didn't know at the time was that I had the hots for your mom
the day of the cookout. Even though she wasn't the most physically
appealing woman (giggles from Mom) there was some chemistry that I felt. I
wanted to get to know her and be friends with her and if we could have a
physical relationship also, that would be great."
"When I became disillusioned with the gym and the condescending attitude
of the people there I told Kate that I was quitting the gym. She came to
my rescue and offered her gym and personal trainer. The result of that was
that we got to spend a lot of time together. With the gym, the trainer
and, more importantly, her support, I soon was in better shape than I had
been in many years. I felt good. I also felt horny. Still denying that I
had bisexual feelings, I had a little fling with the trainer."
Laughing, Kate said, "That was something else girlfriend. On day,
without Josie knowing it I had come home early from an appointment. I knew
that she would be working out that day, so I changed into my workout
clothes and came down to the gym to workout with her. I found your mother
working out on the massage table with her legs over Lars' shoulders being
fucked like there was no tomorrow."
"He was an asshole, but he did have a nice cock, almost as nice as
Ken's."
"No, Ken's is prettier."
GO EGO, GO!
"Anyway, Kate never told me she knew about my little affair. Lars and I
fucked damn near every day but it all came to an end when he decided to
butt fuck me without first getting my permission. I had never had anal sex
before and that was still one of my major hang-ups."
"I fired him the same day."
"Lars did me one very big favor. He kick started my libido. He made me
start thinking of sex again. I slowly began to realize that I was in love
with Kate and wanted to have sex with her. I just didn't know how to go
about telling her."
"It was the hot tub again. Josie and I had worked out hard that day and
she was feeling some pain in her knees so I suggested that we spend a
half-hour or so in the hot tub before dinner. It was all very innocent. I
wasn't thinking of anything other than trying to relieve her pain."
"What Kate didn't know was that I had a different kind of pain that I
wanted to relieve".
Both Mom and Kate laughed.
"So, when Kate suggest the hot tub I agreed. We took off our clothes
and got in the hot tub and sat and had some wine and talked and had some
more wine and talked some more, and had some more wine....well, you know
where this is going. Gradually, as the wine took over, we found the
conversation becoming more personal and each of us was telling the other
little things of our personal lives that only best friends will discuss.
One thing that Kate told me was that she thought you were hot. She said
she could see why Karen was in love with you and she wondered what you
looked like naked. I told her I certainly did not know; I hadn't seen you
naked since you were 9. Unfortunately, that made me begin to wonder just
what you did look like naked and I told her so. We both got a laugh out of
that."
"When I said that to Josie, the next image to come to my mind was Karen
and how beautiful and sexy she looks naked. I asked Josie if she wondered
what Karen looked like naked and she said yes. And, for some reason I
asked her if she had ever had a bisexual or lesbian relationship while she
was growing up. She told me no. But the way she said it made me think
that she was embarrassed by the question and so I asked her if she was
embarrassed. She admitted she was."
"I didn't want to tell Kate that the moment she asked me that question I
had a picture of Karen naked in my mind and I started to get hot. Then I
looked at Kate and her tits and began to get hotter. I realized at the
moment that I had been having bisexual desires for her but now I also
wanted her daughter too. So, I asked Kate if she had ever had a bisexual
or lesbian relationship she flatly told me that she was bisexual. It
stopped me cold. I asked her if she was having a relationship with a woman
at that time."
"I didn't know how to answer her. I did not want to lie to her but I
was afraid if I told her that Karen and I were having a relationship she
would think the worst of me and I might lose her friendship and I could not
handle that. So, I temporized. Since Karen was back in school and not
here 'right then', I said I had been having one but not 'right now' which
was technically true."
"When she told me that I only got hotter and her tits looked even
better. So I asked her what it was like to make love to a woman."
"I wanted to keep it on a higher level than just pure sex so I told her
it was soft, and caring and loving. That we spent as much time cuddling
and talking and kissing as we did fucking - and I used that word to see
what Josie's reaction to it would be."
"I was so hot at that point I wanted to climb out of the hot tub lay
down and masturbate. Deciding that I had to know, I said to Kate, how do
women kiss? Show me! And she did. I loved Kate before this but now,
without a doubt, I was IN love with her. Well, to make a long story short,
Kate taught me everything there is to know about loving a woman. We became
lovers."
"Mom never told me about her and Josie. I came over unannounced one
weekend to find them out on the deck having sex. I stood by the patio door
and watched them for over an hour. At first my feelings were hurt, not
because Mom and Josie were having sex, but that she hadn't told me about
the two of them before. Then I realized that was stupid, I didn't tell her
about every woman I had sex with. Then I did something that I am not all
that proud of. I went down to the security room and used the monitor to
watch them make love on the deck. When they were finished I pulled the
tapes of the deck cameras and replaced them with new tapes. I put the
tapes I had pulled away and went back upstairs and got into my car and
drove out of the driveway and called her on my cell phone to tell her I was
coming over and would be there in about a half-hour. Then I waited until
the time was up and went home and acted as if nothing had happened.
Tapes, what tapes? "What do you mean that you went to the security
room, what security room and what are these tapes you are referring to?"
"Babe, that's another story. Mom has security cameras on the property
that record all activity 24/7. But let me finish telling you this story
before starting another, okay?"
"Okay, but I want to hear about these cameras."
"Okay, but later."
"Karen didn't say anything to Kate or me about that episode. Several
weeks later she dropped by and suggested that we all get in the hot tub
because she needed to talk and thought that would be the most relaxing
place to do it. Again we had some wine and talked, had some more wine and
talked and had some more wine but we weren't talking about anything of
substance and I was beginning to become a little bored until she said that
she had been having sex with several of her married girlfriends and that
you were too. The Romans had it right, "in vino veritas' - in wine is
truth. Then I became interested. My little boy was having sex with many
women, I needed to hear the details."
"I have to admit that when Karen said she was having sex with other
women, some of them married, I became a little jealous, the same way she
had become jealous when she saw me and your mother having sex on the patio.
So I pressed for details. That is when she told us about your massage
courses in college and your massage sessions for 'needy' women. How she
selected which girls you could massage and how it often resulted in a
threesome. You two actually have quite an active sex life. I wish that I
had had one as active at your age."
"Wait a minute here. You already knew all about the massage classes and
the girls and everything? Why did you ask me all those questions the other
night as if you knew nothing about them?"
"We felt that by having you admit to those sexual situations we would
start to loosen you up, break down your barriers. Also, having you hear
words like, sex, fuck, cunt, cock, and pussy coming from both your mother
and my mother would not only loosen you up more but would start to excite
you as well. Then to see your mother and my mother as sexual creatures
exposing themselves to you and masturbating in front of you would break
down more barriers and excite you even more. In short, you were being
seduced by three very determined women. And, it worked."
"Okay, to continue with what I was saying, I had decided that I wanted
to have sex with both our mothers at the same time and that is why I wanted
to get them in the hot tub. Once we were in there nude with some wine and
some sexy stories I knew, in a short time, I could have them 'eating out of
my hand'. As I was telling them about our escapades in college and the
massage sessions after we graduated, especially my lesbian affairs I could
see that it was getting to them. They were looking at each other and I
could see, in your Mom's mind, that she was wondering what it would be like
to have sex with me."
"She is right, that is exactly what was going through my mind but since
I still didn't know that Kate and Karen had a sexual relationship I didn't
know how to pursue it and I was afraid that if I did it might ruin what
Kate and I had. I was hot, getting hotter, wanting Karen and unable to do
anything about it."
"Your mom is easy to read once you get to know her. She telegraphs what
she is thinking but you men just don't know how to read women. Oh, well.
Anyway, I was getting vibes from your mom that she wanted my pussy and boy,
oh, boy did I want hers. I have had the hots for your mother for a long
time but was afraid to make any kind of a move for fear of pissing my
mother off and upsetting you. (laughs) What I didn't know at that time!
When I knew your mom was bisexual, I made up my mind that it was just a
matter of time before I would have my tongue up her pussy."
"Ken, you wife can be so crude, accurate, but crude. I could see that
both my daughter and your mother were attracted to each other. I listened
to what Karen was telling us and watching your mother and I suddenly knew
that this was really being staged by your unscrupulous wife to get her
mouth on my best friend and lover's pussy."
"It worked, didn't it?"
"It sure did and thank you for wanting me as much as I wanted you. We
had had several glasses of wine and Karen was taking a break from telling
her stories when Kate just put her glass down and walked over and took
Karen's wine glass and put it down and kissed her. I almost chocked on my
wine. I was watching a mother kiss her daughter and, brother; it was no
motherly kiss let me tell you. My pussy twitched and the temperature in
the hot tub went up 50 degrees. They were locked in as passionate kiss and
embrace as I have ever seen. Their hands went down to pussies and up to
nipples they were all over each other. Finally, Kate helped Karen get up
on the side of the hot tub and made her spread her legs. She looked over
at me and said 'I think my daughter wants you to eat her pussy', do you
want to? Of course I did and of course I did. Bottom line, we all had sex
that night in as many ways as three horny women can have sex."
"So, now you know everything except for one thing. The session in the
hot tub took place three weeks ago."
"What, three weeks ago? Wait, that was the weekend I was in Cleveland.
You were having sex with both our mothers while I was sitting in a stupid
conference room in Cleveland? What the hell! Karen, you knew our mothers
were lovers years ago and never said anything until now why?"
"Hon, I was really afraid of queering what Mom and Josie had and I
wasn't sure how you would react to that knowledge. They seemed so loving
and right for each other and happy that I was afraid that if I told them I
knew about their relationship it would somehow foul it up. On occasion I
would come over and sneak down to the security room and take out those
videos and put them on and masturbate like mad watching them make love. I
damn near wore out those videos. Anyway, call it woman's intuition or
whatever, I just got the feeling that the time was ripe to let them know
and to get in your mom's pants. You have no idea how many times I jacked
off thinking about your mom - she is hot!"
Mom looked at her and got up, came over and sat on the edge of Karen's
chair and kissed her and said, "Thank you, I think your hot too and I love
you very much" and returned to her chair smiling broadly at Kate.
"Anyway, we had sex at least 15 times that weekend and I almost could
not get my legs to work anymore. My tongue was sore, my pussy was sore and
my nipples were sore. I was horny'd out. The thought of sex was the
furtherest thing from my mind until I picked you up at the airport Monday
night and, all of a sudden, I was horny again and just wanted to lay in
your arms and have slow lazy sex."
"And we did and I wondered about that - not that I objected, not at all.
When I'm away you are usually much more aggressive when it comes to welcome
home sex. I guess now I know."
"Kate, I have a question for you, for almost what, three years, you were
having an love affair with my Mom and separately with Karen. Karen knew
about you and Mom but you didn't know that and Mom didn't know about you
and Karen. How did you ever keep the two affairs separate?
"It wasn't all that hard except during the summer. Josie lived at her
house and Karen was in college. I was able to balance the two and keep
them separate although I have to tell you there were times when I would
have a quickie with your Mom in the gym and then have a quickie with Karen
in the bedroom before she went on a date with you. Actually, it was a lot
of fun. The first summer was hard because Karen was living here, at least
on paper, most of the time she stayed with you. After that, you two were
living together and Karen would just pop over to say hi and eat a little
pussy."
"One of the things we did accomplish that weekend, apart from constant
sex, was to sit down and figure out how we could tell you about this and
how we could get you to overcome your reluctance to join us. Josie knew
that you would have reservations and a reluctance to have sex with my
mother and especially with her. We had to show you somehow that they are
really very sexy ladies capable of doing very sexy things and they want to
have sex with you and we want you to have sex with us, all of us together,
separately or in any combination. We want you with us."
With that no noise was heard except for the sounds of the air handler.
It was totally quiet in the room. I was astounded at what I heard. I had
no idea all this was happening under my very nose. What was I feeling,
besides being damned horny? For a long moment I don't think I felt
anything at all. I was numb. Slowly, some feeling came back then it
flooded in and I realized that I loved these women as I never loved anyone
before."
I must have sat there for 5 minutes or more. Finally, I just took a
deep breath and looking at each of them said, "That is the hottest fucking
story I have ever heard. My wife is having a lesbian relationship with her
mother and my mother and you all want me to join you so we can all have sex
together. Is it okay with me? Do I want to be part of an incestual
daisychain? Well, I guess the answer to that question is, you bet!
They all laughed and got up and one by one, beginning with Karen,
climbed in my lap and kissed me soundly. This was going to be one big,
happy, loving family.
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THE LOST HIKER
BY: GEORGEPAT
Jane Marsh put down her pen and stood to answer the telephone by the forth ring.
"Hello."
"Jane, how are you?" The voice at the other end of the line paused for a second or two before continuing.
"The sheriff was just here and left word that there's a hiker lost somewhere near your cabin."
"How does the sheriff know that he's around here?" Jane asked the caller.
"The man left notice with the park ranger that he was going to attempt to hike the Dunn Trail in two days. Your property borders the worst part and we thought you might want to know."
"Hell, I know the trail," Jane told him, "and there's no way it can be done in just two days."
"Yeah, I know, but some of these nature freaks...well, they just don't listen to good reason most of the time."
"I'll take a quick walk up that way and see if I can spot him," she said as she glanced out the window, "we have about five hours of daylight left and it's looking like its going to snow any minute."
"Yeah, that's what they are calling for, maybe twelve inches tonight, then more tomorrow."
"Yeah, lucky us."
"Ok, Jane, you be careful up there."
"I always try, thanks."
Jane replaced the receiver on its cradle and walked back to her desk. She looked at the notes she had been writing before the call and decided that she needed a break anyway. She walked to the mudroom and slipped her feet into her snow boots, then took her parka off its hook and put it on. Checking the woodstove one last time, she walked out her back door, and into the coming storm.
As she walked upward towards the head of the trail, she mused about the turn of events in her life that had brought her here. The break up with David had been unexpected and painful. Coming home from work on that day, to discover that he had packed his things and gone, leaving a simple note on the coffee table;
"Jane, this just isn't going to work for me. I'm sorry. David"
One line, just one fucking line, and that's all it took for him to completely destroy her world. She had no earthly idea of why he decided to do this to her or why he did it in the manner that he did. He didn't even have the courage to actually face her and explain his feelings. He didn't even offer her the chance to try and work things out between them. He just left her, destroyed her, with one fucking line.
After David left, she used the opportunity to take her grandmothers offer of the old cabin in Dale's Glenn, where she might be able to pull herself and her life back together.
At 32, she still had the looks that made most men turn and look at her twice. Shoulder length blond hair, fair complexion and eyes the color of the sky on a clear day. She was an avid outdoors type woman, in very good shape, and liked nothing better than taking long walks in the forests and along the many trails in the desolate area that she now called home.
The sky had grown darker with each passing minute and the bite of the cold air against her face brought her back from her memories.
As she looked around to get her bearings, the snow began to fall. Large, fluffy, pure white flakes as big as quarters, soon made it almost impossible for her to see more than thirty feet in any direction.
She entered the woods at the head of the trail and wondered about the lost hiker. Had he even made it this far? She suspected that he probably had, and was further down the trail to her left. With the snow starting to cover the ground around her, she turned, took a deep breath of the cold air and started down the trail, looking for the lost hiker.
After forty minutes of steady walking, she had not seen so much as a rabbit. The snow was now two or three inches deep and the sky had darkened to a deep, dull, gray. If she didn't see anything of her hiker within the next thirty minutes or so, she would have to abandon the search or risk getting herself lost in this blizzard.
She reached a point on the trail that she decided was as far as she ought to go in this weather.
"Ok, that's it," she said aloud, "this is as far as I go."
As she was turning around to start back, something dark and out of place caught her eye. She moved closer to the edge of the trail and realized that she had found the lost hiker.
He was sitting on the ground with his back against a large cedar tree, ten feet off the trail. Although the tree had provided him some protection from the snow, he still had a heavy dusting covering his body. He appeared to be asleep, but with all the snow falling, it was hard for her to tell.
"Hello, are you alright?" She shouted, but the man did not stir or react to her voice.
She carefully climbed down to where he was and nudged his foot, causing him to moan in pain.
"Mister, what happened?" "Are you all right?"
He moaned again and slowly opened his eyes, looking up at her.
"Please help me," he whispered so quietly that she had to lean closer to hear him say, "I've hurt my ankle."
She kneeled by his feet and noticed that his left boot was untied, with the lacing completely undone. When she gently put her hand on it, he groaned in pain.
"I slipped in the snow and fell," he told her, "and must have landed with my foot under me."
"Yes, it sure looks that way." She agreed.
"I managed to crawl over here to get out of the snow, but when I tried to stand up, I couldn't." "It hurt too much to put any weight on it."
"Think you can try standing again, with my help?"
He looked at her, nodded his head and held out his hand.
As she helped him get to his feet, she couldn't help but notice that he was a good-looking man, probably in his early twenties. Because of his bulky outer clothing she couldn't tell anything about his build, but being a hiker, she knew that he would be in shape.
"Doing all right?" She asked. "Can you put any of your weight on it at all?"
"No, well, maybe just a little, with your help."
"Go ahead and put your arm across my shoulder and I'll put my arm around your back." "Put some of your weight on me, I'm not as flimsy as I might look."
"By the way, since we're going to be traveling close together for a while, my name is Jane."
"It's very good to meet you Jane; I'm Paul, Paul Edwards."
"Well, Mr. Paul Edwards, we better get started because it's about a three hour walk back to my cabin, and with this snow and your ankle, it's going to be difficult journey."
They made their way slowly back up to the trail, and then headed off to her cabin.
*****
The darkness of a winter night had descended by the time Jane and Paul arrived back at her cabin. They were exhausted, hungry, wet and very cold. Paul had done well on the trip back, stopping only twice to rest and never complaining of his injured ankle. He was elated when she announced that the cabin was just over the next hill.
She opened the front door and helped Paul come inside, then pulled a chair over by the woodstove and sat him in it. She helped him take off his heavy coat, and then placed a small footstool in front of him. She was as gentle as possible as she lifted his injured leg and placed it on the stool, and then carefully removed his boot. Paul's ankle was swollen and colored in deep shades of black and blue; his foot was as cold as a block of ice. She knew that he needed to have a cold pack applied to ease the swelling but thought that it could wait because he needed to warm his body first. Jane went to her bedroom and gathered the warm comforter off her bed and returned to the front room.
"Paul, you need to get out of those wet jeans," and handed him the comforter. "I'll help you if you need me to."
"I think I can do that by myself." He said as he unbuckled his belt.
When he tried to pull his pants off, he found that he would need her help after all.
"I guess I can't do it by myself," he told her, "but there's something I better tell you first."
"No problem, just lift your butt off the chair a little and I'll slip these out from under you."
"But...But," he sputtered, "You need to know that...." When she had his jeans off his butt and started down towards his knees, she couldn't help but see that he wasn't wearing underwear and that even though he was still cold, the cold had no effect on his maleness.
"That's what I was trying to tell you," he said, "I never wear them."
"Oh." She said and laughed nervously, "Well, here, you might want to cover yourself to stay warm," and tossed him the comforter.
She asked if he wanted a bowl of hot soup and maybe a sandwich, to which he readily agreed. Going into her small kitchen, she gathered the ingredients and started their dinner.
"Is ham and cheese ok with you, Paul?" "And mushroom soup?"
"That would be great, Jane, all I had with me the last two days, was some trail mix."
After preparing the food, she picked up a TV tray and set it beside him, then brought his dinner and asked him if he wanted something to drink.
"I have water, tea or wine," she told him.
"Wine would be nice, if you don't mind."
"Yeah, I think wine too," she said, "might help us warm up."
Opening the bottle of wine, she grabbed two glasses from the dish drainer and filled them generously.
"I better warn you though, this is homemade dandelion wine and it packs a real punch."
"Did you make it?"
"No, an old man from town makes it, and then gives it to his friends as gifts."
"Good kind of friend to have," he said.
"Yeah, I suppose so, but he's an odd one though. Lives by himself with just his dogs as companions and goes to town once a month when his check comes in; but he makes a hell of a wine."
They finished their food and she cleaned up what little mess there was and disposed of it in the trash.
"Would you like more wine?" "Yes, I would, and your right, I can feel myself getting warmer by the minute." "It's also making my foot feel a little better too."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that," she said.
As she poured the wine, she realized that this was the first time that she had been alone with a man since David had left her. This man was a total stranger and injured as well. But here she was, drinking wine with him and actually enjoying his company.
It had been so long since she had enjoyed anything with a man, that having Paul here was beginning to put ideas in her head that had been hidden for a long while; especially after she had seen what was under the comforter and now just a few feet away.
"Damn," she thought to herself, "I think I'm getting a buzz, too."
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she told him, "I want to get out of these clothes and put something else on."
"If you need any help, just call me," he said and they both laughed.
She entered the bedroom and took her clothes off then looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the door. She had on plain white cotton panties and a bra so old that it didn't have any shape left to it.
"This won't do," she thought opening her dresser drawer. She removed a pair of silky bikini panties, looked once again in the mirror and decided she wasn't going to wear a bra at all.
"It's not like he's going to be seeing this anyway," she thought, "but it makes me feel better."
She grabbed her robe and put it on as she walked out to join him.
*****
"We had better do something about your ankle before we have any more wine." She told him, "I don't know about you, but I'm enjoying my buzz."
She pulled the cover off his foot and leaned down to look at it. She was aware that her robe had opened at the top and that if he was looking, could see her breast. Just thinking this thought sent a pleasurable feeling racing through out her body.
His ankle still looked bad, but the swelling had gone down somewhat. She turned her head to look at him and saw that he was looking into her open robe; that his eyes were fastened on her tits. Glancing towards his covered lap, she noticed that the swelling was not limited to his ankle.
She stood and made an attempt to close her robe but after seeing his reaction to her tits, and these new feelings that were coursing thru her body, decided to see how far this could go.
"Did you like what you just saw?" she asked.
"Yes, I did," he said sheepishly, "It's been quite a while since I've seen a woman with such beautiful breasts."
She felt like she was blushing from her head to her toes, but she had opened this door and now, must enter. She sat back down on her chair beside him and placed her hand on his forearm.
"It's been a long time since anyone has said that to me, in fact, it's been a long time that I even wanted a man to say that to me." "Look, Paul, I can't explain why I'm feeling this way tonight; maybe it's the wine, the snow, or the fact that you're injured. "Maybe it's just that I'm so damned lonely that I don't know how to act around a man anymore."
He picked her hand up and slowly brought it to his lips, then kissed her fingers.
"The reasons why don't matter," he said, "What matters is that we're here and you're a beautiful and very desirable woman." "In fact, if you want to know, I've been turned on since you found me on the trail this afternoon."
She looked again at his lap and laughed softly, "Yes, I see that you are."
He placed her hand on his lap where she could feel his hardness through the comforter and smiled at her.
"Go ahead, Jane, touch me all you want."
She slowly drew the comforter down until she saw the tip of his engorged penis, sighed, and then removed the cover from his lap completely.
She took her hand and rubbed it down the length of his member, then taking it in her hand, slowly and gently, started to slide it up and down his rigid shaft.
"God, it's so hard and warm," she told him.
"Ohhh, that feels good," he sighed, "Your hand is so soft." She watched her hand as it made its repeated trips up and down his cock, she could feel the veins pulsing just under his flesh. She wondered how he would taste; then surprised herself, by leaning over and taking him in her mouth.
As the head of his swollen cock entered her mouth, she began to use her tongue on him. Swirling it around the tip and gently darting into his little hole. She opened her mouth wider and took in more of his cock. Her hand continued to stroke his shaft as she worked on bringing him to the inevitable conclusion.
"Oh my God," he moaned, "If you don't stop doing that, I'm going to cum before I want to."
She responded by moving her hand faster and sucked him deeper into her mouth, her tongue constantly moving across his tool.
He placed his hand on the top of her head as his hips lifted off the chair and he cried out, "Now!" "Oh God yes," "I'm cumming now."
She removed her mouth from his cock as he started to cum, and watched as the first hot jet of his release arced into the air and fell on his flat stomach. His cock jerked lightly in her hand and another stream of his essence was launched, running down across her hand.
Looking up at his face as the last of his orgasm diminished, she was pleased to see that he was watching her intensely, then leaned forward and drew the robe off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his view.
"Did you enjoy that?" She asked as her body warmed under his steady gaze.
"Oh God, yes, I did," "I needed that badly and your hand felt so good on me." He told her.
"I hope that I didn't cause your leg to hurt."
"Not at all," he said, "All my attention was focused on your hand and the feelings in my cock."
"Paul, I want you to know something, I've never done anything like that before in my life."
He took her hand in his and said, "I'm not judging you, Jane, far from it," he continued, "I'll let you in on a little secret of mine. This has never happened to me in my life either."
She smiled at him and gently laughed, glad that the issue was behind them now. Leaning forward, she kissed him for the first time and he responded by opening her mouth with his tongue and caressing the inside of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and responded to his kiss in kind.
He brought his hand up and gently caressed the swell of her breast, then rubbed across her nipple, bringing it to quick attention. She moaned with her arousal, then shrugged her robe off completely and carefully straddled his waist. Pulling the crotch of her panties aside she pressed her hand against her pussy and realized how hot she was for this man.
"I want you now, Paul," she whispered in his ear, "I want to feel your hardness deep inside of me."
He pulled her towards him and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently, as she reached between them to grasp his hardening cock and placed the tip of it against her wetness, slowly rubbing it up and down her slit.
Each time his cock head rubbed against her clit, an involuntary tremble coursed through her body. She could feel her wetness seeping from her pussy and onto his cock, making it slick to her touch. When she placed him at her entrance, he pushed up with his hips slightly and she felt him enter her at last.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, settling herself down on his cock completely.
She placed her hands on his shoulders to help support herself and keep her from putting to much weight on his leg. He put his hands under her ass cheeks and used his strong arms to help guide her up and down on his cock.
"Oh God, this feels so good," she said.
As she sank down on his cock again she could feel his pubic bone against her clit and pressed herself harder against him, rocking back and forth. The friction against her clit was exquisite and she relished the wanton feelings running wild, through her body.
Paul pulled her closer to him, found her waiting mouth, and kissed her deeply. She pushed herself down on his cock as far as she could, then lifted her ass till he was barely in her, and then plunged down again. Over and over she impaled herself on his cock, till at last, she felt her climax fast approaching.
"I'm going to cummmm," she breathed, "I'm going to cum NOWWWW!"
She rammed herself down tightly against the bottom of his cock; thrust her tongue back deep into his mouth and felt her pussy begin to spasm and her woman's juice flood her tunnel.
"I have to cum too," he shouted, "I want to cum in your pussy, so bad."
"Oh God...oh God, yes, cum in me.... cum in my pussy," "Now."
"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned. His cock began to spray the insides of her pussy with his hot cum; pulse after pulse of his essence filling her tight hole, until it began to leak out from around his hardness and make its way slowly down to the crack of his ass.
She sat astride him, still impaled on his cock, as her own orgasm subsided.
"It' been a long time since I had anything that felt that good," she said, as she held him close to her, "And I loved it."
"It was great for me too, he said, "I just wish that my leg wasn't hurt." "I could have done other things... to make you feel even better."
"Oh yeah," she asked smiling at him, "like what."
He licked his thumb and placed it against her clit, then slowly, ever so gently, began to rub it in small circles.
"Do you like to have a man go down on you and lick and suck your pussy?" He asked.
"Mmmmmm, oh yes," "But it's been so long since I've had that done to me." She started to slowly rock back and forth on his pubic bone again.
"My last boyfriend didn't like to do it to me, guess he thought it was beneath him or something, but he sure didn't mind it when I went down on him."
"Yeah, looking back now, I can honestly say, that he was a prime asshole."
His thumb's motions on her clit, was having the desired effect on her body. Her breathing became shallower, almost like a pant; her chest was sporting a rosy, flushed appearance. Her head was tilted to the side, and her eyes were closed as she was swept along on the delicious feeling between her legs.
"I want to go down on you," he said, "I want to taste how sweet your pussy must be."
"Ohhhh yesss, I want you to eat my pussy."
She reluctantly stood up and as she did so, his softened cock popped out of her wet hole, followed by their combined love juices.
"We have to move you to a more comfortable position, so I'm going to help you get to my bedroom." She told him.
She put her arm around his shoulder as she helped him rise from the chair and without to much trouble, they made it to her bed. She helped him lie down and arranged his hurt leg on a pillow, then slipping her panties off, lay down next to him.
"I want you to straddle my face," he said.
"Let me just clean myself up a little first." She replied.
"No, Jane," "Please, let me do that for you with my tongue."
She moaned aloud at the thought of his tongue licking her pussy.
She lifted her leg and straddled him, putting her knees on either side of his shoulders and thrusting her hips towards his waiting mouth. Her hands went to the headboard of her bed to steady herself as she felt his tongue touch her swollen clit.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh," she moaned.
His thumbs went to her pussy and slowly spread her lips wide allowing him access to her inner folds of sensitive skin. His tongue circled her clit and then dipped down to her fleshy outer lips, which he sucked into his mouth and pulled on them with his teeth.
"Ohhh sssshhhiiittt, that's feels so fucking good." She said "Don't stop, don't stop doing that."
His tongue went from her clit, to up and down her wet slit. He found the entrance to her pussy and started to tongue fuck her, putting it inside of her as deep as he could. He grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer to his face, then went back to her clit and sucked it hard.
"I'm cuuuummmmmming." She cried. "Goddamn, I'm going to cum all over your face." With that, she started to roll her hips and push her pussy harder into his face, her juices starting to run from deep inside. Her body, shaking like a leaf in the wind, suddenly goes rigid and she cums again and again, each orgasm being as strong as the last.
"Ohmygod," "Oh... My... God," she exclaimed, "I've never cum that hard before."
She moved her ass down his body and leaned over and kissed him deeply, tasting herself for the first time; then licks her juice from his face.
She lay down beside him, with her head on his chest; willing her breathing to return to normal.
"How's your leg doing now?" She asked. "Did we hurt it with our play?"
"Hell, no," he chuckled, taking his hardening cock in his hand, "I'm ready to do it all over again."
***
Jane awoke gradually and saw that Paul was still sleeping soundly beside her and after last night's activity; she was going to let him rest as long as he could. She eased herself out of bed, threw on her housecoat, then walked to the window and looked out. It was just light enough for her to see that at least eighteen inches of snow had fallen since it started yesterday and it was still coming down hard.
She went into the living room and added wood to the stove, and then opened the damper to quickly warm her cabin. Picking up the phone to call and report that she had found the hiker; something she should have done last evening but for some reason, didn't, and discovered that the line was dead.
Not to unusual in a snowstorm, she thought as she replaced the receiver, the phone lines are probably down somewhere. She wondered if they would lose the power too, as it sometimes happened.
Going over to the sink, she filled the coffee pot with water and put it on to brew, then walked into her room again, to check on Paul and use the bathroom to freshen up.
Paul was just awakening and looked at her and smiled, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Good morning, Jane."
"Good morning to you, Paul." She said, as she lightly caressed his cheek, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, very well, thanks." He replied, as he carefully pulled himself into a sitting position on the bed.
"How does your ankle feel this morning?"
"Right now it feels pretty good," he said, "But I'll have to see how much weight I can put on it when I get up."
"Ok," "Just let me use the bathroom first and when I'm done, I'll give you a hand, if you need it." She told him, then entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
As she studied herself in the mirror, she saw that this morning she looked radiant. There was a glow to her face and it even seemed that some of the worry lines around her eyes had vanished. She brushed her teeth, and then started to turn on the water for a shower when she remembered something; if the power goes out, the pump in the well stops and we'll have no water for anything. She stepped closer to the door and called out to Paul.
"Paul," "would you be interested in taking a shower with me?" she asked, "in case the power goes off and we have no water."
"Hell yes!" Came his enthusiastic reply, "For whatever reason, but I think I might need a little help."
Jane opened the door and went to the bed as he started to rise. She took his hand and helped him up. His covers slipped to the floor as he balanced unsteadily, testing his ankle.
"Hey, I think it's doing much better today." He said. "I can put a little more weight on it than I could yesterday."
"That's good, Paul," she answered, "now let's see if we can get you to the shower."
Jane helped Paul into the shower stall, then turned the water on and adjusted it to suit her. She shrugged her robe off and stepped in to join him.
They stood facing each other for a few moments, and then Paul took her in his arms and kissed her gently, tenderly, running his fingers down her back until he had her ass cheeks cupped in his strong hands. She reached behind him and did the same, except she pulled him closer and pushed her pussy into him. She could feel his cock hardening as they embraced and it excited her, sending warming feelings all over her body.
"Do you want to fuck me?" She asked boldly, as she broke their embrace and turned her back to him, bending over slightly, "Do you want to fuck me from behind?"
In answer to her question, Paul cupped her sex from behind and ran his fingers around her slit drawing some of her slickness and rubbing it on his cock. He grabbed her hips as she reached between her legs and took his fully hard cock in her hand, guiding it into her wet pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, your cock feels sooooo good sliding into my pussy." She said, as he pulled her ass towards him, driving himself deeper into her cunt.
He reached around her to find and play with her clit as he fucked her, but she stopped him and said,
"Don't worry about doing that, we'll have time for that later." "Right now, I just want you to fuck me hard."
Ever careful of his ankle, he drove his cock in and out of her grasping pussy until he felt himself on the verge of cumming.
"Come on, Paul," she moaned, "give it to me, now!"
Paul groaned and drove himself as deep in her as he could. She felt his cock swell inside her as the first hot spurts of his cum, drenched the bottom of her cunt.
"Ohhh, God, that's so good Paul," she said, "I can't seem to get enough of your cock."
Paul's cock continued to pump cum into Jane's pussy until he finally had none left to give her. He withdrew from her with an audible plop, turned her back around, cupped her head in his hands and kissed her deeply.
"Jane," he said, as he continued to plant little kisses on her face and neck, "I've never had a woman that affects me the way you do. I feel no restraints or inhibitions like I have with the other women in my life."
"And just how many other women have there been?" She asked, smiling up at him teasingly, "You're probably too young to have had that many others.
"Is that what you think? I'm too young?" He said, taking a sponge from the soap dish, squirting liquid body soap on it and began to wash her arms and hands. "You didn't seem to think so a few minutes ago, did you?"
"Well, no I didn't," she replied with a grin, "now, let's finish our shower before the hot water is all gone." *****
Sitting at the table after their shower, Jane took a sip of her coffee and looked out the window. The snow was still falling.
"I made a mistake last night," she told Paul, "I didn't call and inform anyone that you were here with me, and that you were safe." She gestured towards the window, "I'm sure that they believe you're still out there in all that."
"I tried to call this morning, before you were awake, but the phone lines are down." She shook her head and looked down at her coffee, "I'm sorry, Paul, I know there must be someone that you want to contact."
He put his cup down and took her hand, "No, Jane, there's no one I need, or want, to contact." He continued, "My parent's died last year in a car accident, and being an only child, I've been by myself since then."
"What about your grandparents or a girlfriend?"
"There's no one, Jane, no one at all." He said.
Jane got up from the table, then walked to the window, and put her hands on the sill as she once again looked outside, at the snowy scene in front of her.
"One thing's for certain, Paul," she said, "There's no way on earth that anyone's going to be out there looking for you in this; so maybe we'll be ok, until the phone lines are restored." She turned from the window and smiled mischievously at him, "Yes, it looks like your going to be stuck here for a while, with me."
"I can think of much worse places to be stuck," he said, and then gave her his sexiest look, "And even a few that are much, much better."
"Is that right?" She replied, walking towards him with a lewd look in her eye, "And just where, pray tell, would those places be?"
"If you'll help me back to the bed; I just might show you," he said, holding his hand out to her.
She took his offered hand, then leaned down and kissed him hard on his lips, letting the tip of her tongue explore his mouth briefly, before helping him stand. Before moving to the bedroom, he untied her robe and pulled it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
They stood at the foot of her bed, holding and kissing each other. His hands were caressing her gently, tracing invisible patterns on her skin, as she moaned her desire into his mouth.
Ever careful of his ankle, he maneuvered them to the edge of the bed, where they lay down beside one another. Looking longingly into his eyes, she turned on her side facing him and put her leg across his hips, then guided his mouth to her breast.
As his lips touched her, he flicked his tongue across the top of her swelling nipple, causing her to sharply draw her breath in several times and then pulled his head closer to her. His hand was caressing her other breast and gently pinching it's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She took his hand and slid it slowly down her body, until it was resting between her thighs, and then separated one of his fingers and began to run it up and down her slit.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "This is so sexy; using my hand to guide you to where I need your fingers to be."
Paul released her breast from his mouth and looked at Jane. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly, her forehead was creased with a few gentle lines of concentration, as she used Paul's hand to caress herself.
She lifted her leg from his hip and drawing her foot close to her ass, she let her knee fall to the side, allowing him much greater access to her warm center. Her hand continued to press his finger deeper into her cleft as she slowly rotated her hips.
Paul felt her arousal seeping from her, as she moved his hand between her legs. He wanted to excite her clit with his tongue, but knew that would come later, right now, she was in control.
Jane's whole being was, at this moment, located between the folds of her pussy. She had almost brought herself to a climax, but wanting to delay the intense feeling she knew would drive her over the edge, had kept from touching her clit. She was close now...so close.
"Ohhh, yessss, here it comessss," she cried, as she finally touched his fingertip to her waiting clit and pressed hard.
Her hips lifted off the bed as her orgasm raced through her body, her core was aflame with desire and she needed so much more to quench its burning feeling.
"Lick me, Paul," she moaned into his neck, "Oh God, please lick my pussy and make me cum again."
"I'll do whatever you want me to, Jane, gladly."
He slid down the bed until his head was between her legs, and then slowly started to lick his way down her inner thighs, then back, towards her moist center; almost, but never quite touching, her clit, where he knew, she wanted him to be.
She placed her hands on top of his head, hurriedly urging him to make the first contact on her needful clit. She pushed her hips upward, closer to his face, moaning for him to lick her.
When his tongue finally reached her clit, she moaned deep in her throat and urged him on.
"Eat me, Paul," she cried, "Eat my cunt."
His tongue danced across her pussy, darting everywhere, missing nothing; his mouth sucking the juice from her moist folds; his fingers, finding her hot interior, and then slowly penetrating, only to be withdrawn and then pushed deep inside again.
"Let me suck your cock," she said, "Turn, so I can suck you off while you eat me."
Paul rearranged himself as quickly as he could and she wasted no time in reaching out to his swollen cock and sliding her mouth over it, sucking greedily.
As she sucked, one of her hands dropped down and began to caress his balls, lightly squeezing, and then pulling. Her tongue was twirling around the tip of his cock, driving him crazy.
"Ohhhh, sweet Jesus," he moaned, "That feels incredible. Ohhhh, don't stop, don't stop doing that."
Her pussy felt like it was going to explode; his tongue was hitting all the right places and his fingers, driving in and out of her, was making her pussy flow with her juices. She released his ball's, and then throwing her arms around his hips, grabbed his ass and pulling him toward her, pushed his cock even deeper into her mouth.
"Shit, shit, ohhhhh shit!" He moaned, "I'm gonna do it nowww, I'm cumming."
She felt his cock twitch and then her mouth was flooded with his hot cum. She swallowed as much as she could manage, but some of it escaped and ran down her cheeks and dripped off her chin.
Her own orgasm followed rapidly; the intense feelings of her lust and desire draining from her spent body quickly filled his mouth with her release.
As she turned her body to lie beside him, she kissed him deeply, tasting her own juices on his face and in his mouth. She put her arms around him and hugged him close, never wanting this moment to end.
"After last night," Paul said, "I didn't think it would be possible to recreate the most satisfying sex I have ever had in my life, but today, it happened again."
"Oh, Paul, I feel the same way." "I don't think I want this snow to ever end; because when it does, I know that you'll want to be on you way."
He "Ah..., I was hoping that maybe..."
"Maybe what, Paul?"
"I was hoping that you might ask me to stay here for a while and see how things go. After my ankle gets better, I could help you out around here. I'm actually pretty handy with odd jobs."
"Yes, you sure are," she said laughing, "You sure are."
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Jenny is a beautiful little six year old, sent by her prostitute mommy to play in the park while mommy entertains paying customers in the flat they share across the street for the park. Cory is a mysterious stranger who happens along to admire Jenny one warm summer day. Sparks will fly between them - but you may be surprised to learn who really seduces who in this adult fantasy.
Jenny and Cory
Chapter One
Jenny walked slowly past the man sitting on the park bench across from the playground. She had first noticed him while she was playing on the monkey bars. As she hung upside down with her knees bent over the bar overhead, her little cotton sundress had fallen down around head. When she pushed it up off her face, she saw him staring at her. He looked like a nice man. Pretty old, she thought, but he had a nice smile. And he was really smiling as he watched her hanging upside down. So, after she pulled herself back up and then dropped down to her feet, Jenny decided to talk to him.
As she walked slowly past, the little girl smiled at him, and he smiled back. Mister, could you help me get a drink? I need someone to lift me up to the water fountain. Im too little to reach it. He smiled and nodded. Sure, sweetie, Ill give you a boost. He left the remains of his lunch on the bench and followed her the few feet away to the water fountain. The little six year old stopped in front of the fountain and held her arms out to her sides. The nice man placed his big hands on her sides and slid them up under her arms. Her sundress allowed him to nearly cover her flat little chest with his fingers. He could feel his dick stirring as he felt the little nubbins of her nipples against his fingers. As he lifted her. he leaned in so that her cute little butt was touching the front of his pants, and he felt his cock grow fully erect as her feminine charms intoxicated him.
Shes just so damn cute, he thought, as he held her up for her drink. Jenny felt his cock fitting into the crack of her butt. Wonder what hes got in his pocket thats poking me? she thought. He risked moving his dick against her ass as he held her up, just a little push in, then relax, and then another push inhe was ever so slowly and lightly jacking off against Jennys little ass. He could feel the cum begging to be released as he pressed lightly against her. Jenny could feel him getting into a rhythm and decided to push back a little bit each time he pushed forward. My god, this little slut is fucking me, he realized. She likes it!
Of course, Jenny really didnt have a clue to what was going on. But she liked the way his soft hands held her so strong, but still so gentle. They felt nice and warm against her nipples. And just as she had that thought, he started moving one finger on each hand, until he had a finger tip pressed agains each of her nipples. Then he started to gently rub them. Oh, man, that got her little nips hard! Jenny finished drinking, but she let her self be held by the nice man. His fingers made her tiny nipples all tingly, and whatever was pressing against her butt felt nice, too. But she was ready to move on to something else. Okay, Mister. Im done now. she said. He held her for just long enough to press a couple more times against her butt, and then reluctantly put her down.
Thanks, Mister. she said politely. Why dont you call me Cory?, he said. And whats your name, sweetie? Okay, Cory. Im Jenny. Do you live by the park? No, I work nearby, and sometimes I come here to have my lunch. Especially when its such a nice warm day as this. Im just about done eating. But Ive got some cookies left. Want one? Um, what kind? Peanut butter, I think, and chocolate chip. Uh-huh. I love peanut butter - thats my favorite. Well, come and sit on the bench with me, Jenny, and we can share. Okay, M I mean, Cory. She grinned and bounced over to the bench. He sat down on one side of the remains of his lunch, while she climbed up on the other side.
Here you go, Jenny. Two peanut butter cookies, it looks like. One for me and one for you! she laughed, delighted by her good fortune. Well, actually, you can have them both. Im pretty full already. Yippee! Thanks, Cory. He admired the view as she crunched on the first cookie. She sat sideways, with her feet up on the bench, and her legs delightfully apart. He could see the gusset of her thin cotton panties covering her crotch. Puffy little lips pressed against the cloth, outlining her pussy and making his cock throb in his slacks. The sundress flopped open on her chest, giving him a perfect view of her little pink nipples. His breath caught as he recalled the way they felt against his finger tips just moments ago.
Do you live close by, Jenny? Uh-huh. Right over there. She pointed to a three story apartment building that looked like a six-flat. Who came to the park with you today? Nobody. Im a big girl now. Mommy says that I can come by myself, as long as I just cross at the corner when the light says walk. Well, you are a big girl, arent you? I bet you can do lots of big girl stuff. Uh-huh. I can go potty by myself, and dress myself, and everything! She grinned up at him. Wow. I thought you were probably a big girl when I saw you playing on the monkey bars. You can really climb and do lots of cool stuff on them. She basked in his praise, clearly pleased to be thought of as a big girl by this nice man.
How long can you stay and play? Oh, for a long time. Until I get tired and decide to go home. Does your mommy come and check on you sometimes? Huh-uh, shes got company. So she stays in. Cory couldnt believe his good fortune. He had planned to go jack off in the park mens room after seeing the little slut showing off her panties. Now he was desperate to keep her close to him for as long as possible. He was racking his brain for any ploy that might give him an excuse to get his hands on her again. Just a few more minutes of pressing my dick against her ass and Ill bust a nut for sure. As he watched her stuff the last of the cookies into her mouth, he had visions of her lips stretched wide to encompass his cock head.
Can you help me get another drink? she asked, Of course, Jenny. Cory was trembling as he picked her up to reach the water fountain. He didnt wait to feel up her little nips this time, and he pressed his cock against her ass without hesitations. Jenny responded immediately, pressing back against that hard whatever it was in Corys pocket. Shed never realized that she liked her ass played with before. Distracted by the good feelings in her nips and her ass, she accidentally splashed water down the front of her sundress. Cory set her down, Oh-oh. Lets wipe that water off. Come on, I have some clean napkins in my lunch bag. He sat back down on the bench and immediately lifted her onto his lap. With one hand on her tummy, he pulled her back against himself, and with the other he used a napkin and blotted the water from the front of her dress. Taking another clean napkin, he slid his hand inside the front her her dress and wiped her chest. Jenny was taking it all in stride, so he pressed on. He raised one hand from her tummy to her shoulders. Then, sliding his other hand down to the waistband of her panties, he pretended to blot water off her smooth, white skin. He continued down, using the napkin press her panties and finally, her crotch.
How does that feel, Jenny? Am I getting you all dried off? UhUh-huh, she stammered. Something was making her feel funny - but a good funny. Her pussy was tingling and her legs began to squeeze his hand, trapping it against her crotch. Cory took a good look around. There was no one in sight. Gently, gently he started to massage her pussy through her panties and the napkin. Oh, oh, oh she said, as she squeezed his hand tighter with her thin little thighs. Have to make sure that I dry off all that water and dont miss any. Am I doing okay, sweetie?
The little six year old could feel that something hard in his pocket pressing up against her butt, each time he pressed in on her pussy, and it felt real good to Jenny. Yeah, Cory. Youre doing it real good, she gasped out as his fingers made little circles over her baby cunt. Okay, baby. You just tell me if you want me to stop or to do something different. Okay, sweetie? O, okay, She was breathing in short little gasps, and she was definitely hunching her pussy against his hand. In fact, Cory stopped making little circles and flicked the napkin out of the way. He slipped a finger through the elastic around the little girls left leg, and pressed on the top of her cleft, just where her baby clit was. Jenny stiffened at his touch - the pleasure was beyond anything in her brief experience. Unh, ah, ah, she made animal-like grunts, as Cory slid his finger down her little slit. Do you like this, sweetie, he whispered in her ear. Does my finger feel good touching you like this? U, uh-huh. Want me to keep touching you for a while longer? Jenny nodded a definite yes. My god, shes getting wet. I cant believe shes lubricating! Cory thought, as his finger found the slippery cunt juice leaking out between Jennys fat little pussy lips. How is this even possible? She cant be more than six or sevenbut her cunt is juicing up getting ready to be fucked.
With his finger tip now wet, Cory drew it back up to Jennys tiny cliffy. He could feel the little nubbin grow harder as he stroked it. Jennys whole body was trembling as he held her on his lap, with his dick firmly lodged in the cleft between her buttocks. Jenny rocked back and forth against his cock. Even though she didnt really know what was pressing between the cheeks of her ass, she knew she liked it, and it made her increasingly excited. Suddenly, the good feeling became overwhelming. AHH, she gasped. Ooh, ah, oh, woo, ah!!! She jerked repeatedly thrusting her baby cunt against Corys fingers, and her ass against his hard cock. And then she grew still.
Cory pulled his fingers out of her panties and gently cupped her hyper-sensitive pussy through panties. Jenny was panting, now lying limp on his lap. Cory could feel the pre-cum flowing from his dick - he was very, very close to losing control and cumming in his pants. That would never do. A tiny wet spot from pre-cum could be overlooked, but a big, wet, sticky stain from shooting his load would be harder to explain. Mmm, Jenny, youre such a cute big girl. I like the way you feel sitting on my lap. Do you like to cuddle like this, sweetie? It took her a few moments to focus, so overwhelming had been the pleasure that had rocked her as Cory diddled her clit. Yeah, she whispered. I really like it a lot. She snuggled in, trying to turn around on his lap without dislodging the hand on her crotch that had made her feel so very good.
Cory helped her turn till she was facing him, straddling his lap. Her pussy was now pressed against his erect cock. He could feel her puffy lips touching either side of his stiff dick through the thin cotton gusset of her panties. Jenny could feel it, too, and she humped against his cock a couple of times as she settled in to her new position. Whats that, she asked, reaching down with her little white fingers and touching his cock through the thin material of his trousers. Um, well, would you like to see? Uh-huh. Hmm, well, its kind of a secret. I think we should go over there by the restrooms, so that only you can see. Wanna come with me and see what Ive got in my pants? Sure! she said, grinning, I can keep a secret. Okay, then lets go. As he lifted the cute little girl down to the sidewalk, Cory could feel his heart hammering in his chest. I never thought Id ever get a chance like this! he thought. Oh god, Ive just gotta see that little cunt and rub my dick against those fat little cunt lips. Shes dripping wet. She wants this as much as I do
Jenny went skipping long ahead of Cory, as he gathered up his lunch bag and followed. The building with the restrooms was about fifty yards away, in the shade of a grove of towering oaks. It set back about twenty feet from the main walkway. Cory, dressed in dark gray slack and a dark gray long sleeved shirt, would be almost invisible in the deep shade, especially to anyone standing in the sun. One of the tricks of the trade that Cory had learned while still a boy was how hard it is for someone standing in the sun to see clearly anything, or anyone, standing still in the shade. Jenny, in her white sundress, was another matter. With her blonde hair and fair skin, she would standout like a beacon, even in the shade. The mens restroom was on the far end of the building, with the womens on the near end. In the middle was a family restroom, intended for parents to take their small children.
Graffiti on the front of the building declared that this was the Dukes turf - a local street-gang that involved itself in petty crime and minor drug distribution. This was a generally upscale neighborhood, and the higher than normal police presence kept violent crime to a minimum. However, one thing that Cory had checked-out earlier was the security cameral situation. Five security cameras were intended to keep watch on the restrooms and the immediate area. But the Dukes used the area late at night, and all that remained of the expensive cameras was mounting brackets and loose wires. With a sigh of relief, Cory glanced around and saw no one else nearby and no one paying any attention to a daddy taking his little girl to the family restroom. His excitement grew at seeing the vacant sign above the lock.
Lets go in here, sweetie. That way no one else can see what Im going to show you. Okay, the darling little six year old answered, and Cory felt his still hard cock twitch in response. He opened the door, and waved her inside, taking a last look around to be sure that no one was watching. Half the fluorescent light tubes were missing from the ceiling - no doubt liberated by the Dukes along with the cameras - leaving the inside with a nice, subdued lighting atmosphere. The restroom was large, clean, and perfect for what Cory hoped to accomplish. Do you need to use the restroom, Jenny? he asked. Uh-huh, she answered, starting to fidget as she realized that she really did need to go. Well, lets take care of that first, sweetie. He took her by the hand and led her to the commode in the corner. Dropping to one knee, Cory reached up under Jennys sundress and quickly pulled down her panties. Step out of them, sweetie, he ordered. The little girl promptly obeyed, smiling up at Cory as she let him scoop up her panties and toss them on the counter by the sink.
Cory could barely contain his excitement, as he lifted the skirt of her sundress and then picked her up with his hands on her naked waist and set her on the commode. He wanted to pull out his cock and push it against the little girls pink, wet slit, but knew that his ultimate success depended on taking it slow and making her believe that what was about to happen was really her idea, or at worst, a shared decision. He knelt in front of the precious little tyke and raised up the hem of her skirt, exposing her lovely pink pussy to his unobstructed view. Dont want to accidentally pee on your pretty dress, Jenny sweetheart. The little girl grinned - now knowing that she was doing something naughty. She really, really liked Cory, He was so nice to her, and he made her feel ever so good.
Jenny closed her eyes for a moment, and the golden stream began to flow from her little pussy. Cory watched with growing passion as Jennys stream tinkled into the water. She opened her eyes, and looked right into Corys eyes, a mischievous smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. After a few moments, the stream trickled to a stop. Um, could you dry me off, please, Cory? Sure, sweetie. His hand trembled as he pulled off a few sheets of tissue from the roll and patted her swollen cunt lips. Her pussy felt hot to his touch, and he lingered for far longer than necessary pressing the tissue against her baby crotch. I think Im all dry now, Cory, she said. Oh, sure, Um, you feel so warm there. It feels nice to touch you there. I like the way you touch me, Cory. But I think I want to get off now. Sure thing, sweetie. He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, till he held her by her waist again. Then he lifted her off and stood her back on her feet, standing in front of him.
She reached out and touched his cock through his pants. Are you gonna show me now, like you said you would? Jenny knew that this, too, was naughty. But to the sexually precocious little girl, that just added to the allure. Sure, you bet. How about you sit up here on the counter. That way you can get a real good look. Jenny smiled and nodded. Cory picked her up, again running his hands up her bare thighs to her waist, and lifted her up to sit on the counter. He gently spread her knees apart and stood right up close to her, Cant see, she said. My dress is in the way. Oh, how about we take it off for a little while, so you can see real good. The tender little six year old raised her arms above her head and Cory quickly pulled the sundress up and off, folding it carefully and putting it on the counter beside Jenny. Oh god, he thought, what perfect little tits Jennys nipples were completely flat, except at the very center, were a little nubbin promised great things to come in a few years. Her nipples were coral pink and each about the size of nickel.
Youre sure a pretty girl, Jenny. You have such nice soft skin. I love to touch it, Cory said, as he raised a hand to tweak each of her nipples. Very gently, so as not to frighten her, he squeezed them both between his thumb and finger. Jenny gave him a shy smile, You really think Im pretty, Cory? I don't have any boobs yet or anything. I think youre about the prettiest girl Ive ever met, sweetheart.
How far can I take this, Cory wondered. Nothing ventured, nothing gained Um, one more thing, sweetie. Sometimes, what Im going to show you gets things a little wet. So dont be surprised if I get you a little wet accidentally? Okay.
Cory pulled down his zipper, and unsnapped his trousers. He pulled them down, letting them fall around his ankles. Cory seldom wore underwear, and his erect cock popped out in full view for the little girl to see. Wow. Is that your penis? Uh-huh. How come its so big and pointing up like that? Jeremy showed me and two of my friends his penis during recess one day, but his was really little and kinda droopy. When a man sees a really pretty girl that he really likes, it make his penis get like this. Um, do you mean that I made it get big and stick up like that? You sure did, sweetie. Wow! Thats so cool. Hey! That means that you really think Im pretty, and werent just saying it to be nice to me. Thats right, Jenny. I think youre really pretty, and sexy too! Do you want to touch it? Jenny reached out with her little pink hands and took hold of Corys cock. Her little fingers were so soft and sexy, he nearly shot his load as soon as she wrapper her hands around his dick. She looked up into his eyes. When you touched me it felt really good. Does it feel good when I touch your penis? Oh, yes, Jenny. It makes me feel really good. Im glad you liked me touching your pussy. I like making you feel good. Want to feel something even better? Yes! Yes, please, Cory, make me feel really good.
Okay, sweetie. Here, let me get my shirt out of the way. Now put your hands on my chest, right on my nipples just like I did to you. The little girl gently squeezed his nipples, as he guided the head of his cock up to touch her pussy. He swirled it around on her cunt lips, so that the pre-cum covered the head of his dick. With one hand he spread her pussy lips apart, and with the other he pressed the tip of his cock into her slit, sliding it up to just graze her little cliffy and then down to press gently against the opening of her little fuck hole. Does that feel good, sweetie? Uh uh, uh-huh, she gasped out. In just a little while my cock is going to squirt out that wet stuff I told you about. It will feel really good for me if I squirt it on your pussy while Im rubbing my cock up and down on you. As good as you make me feel? Thats right, sweetie, and it might make you feel really good, too. It means I really, really like you and think youre really, really pretty and sexy. Okay, Cory. Do it. Squirt your stuff on me and make us feel really good. She was panting, now, in sexual excitement, as Cory masturbated them both with his hard dick. A little cunt juice was flowing from her fuck-hole as she grew more and more excited.
Finally, Cory felt his orgasm about to sweep him away. He stopped moving and just pressed the head of his cock against the little six year olds cunt, and let her hump against his dick. She slid one hand down and started jerking off her clit as she pressed against Corys hard cock. He held it at the entrance to her vagina, and she pressed harder and harder against it. Suddenly everything happened at once. Cory started shooting his load, and Jenny humped harder against his cock, pushing it into her tiny cunt. As Cory shot a second pulse of cum now inside Jennys cunt, his cum combined with her cunt juice to lubricate his shaft, as well as the head of his cock. Another inch of his dick slid inside her, and Jenny squealed with pleasure as she started to orgasm. The dick in her cunt was stretching her and filling her in the most delicious way, and she fucked Cory in short little strokes as she was swept away with pleasure beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Cory leaned down and pressed his mouth over the little girls soft, pink lips, to smother the sound of her squeals. He licked her lips and felt them part enough for her tongue to come out and push against his.
Jenny was completely out of it, fucking this grown mans hard cock with her tiny little girls cunt, as wave after wave of orgasms carried her along. Cory placed his hands under her buttocks and lifted her off the counter. Now she rode his cock, up and down, getting almost three inches of solid man meat up her cunt with each down stroke. He felt his cock pushing into the little girls cunt, squeezed tightly by its narrow limits. Nothing had ever felt this good before. His cock head popped into her, past the narrow opening of her vagina, and found no hymen to obstruct its progress. Only three inches in, it was bumping against her undeveloped cervix, filling the baby cunt full of throbbing, pulsing cock. He looked into Jennys eyes, and saw her lost in the throes of orgasmic spasms. The innocent little six year old was jerking and and humping on his cock, drawing even more pleasure from his balls.
Cory pumped five, six, seven shots of sperm up the little girls cunt, as he experienced the most fantastic orgasm of his life. Her labia was spread wide and swollen, fiery pink in her sexual heat. She babbled, making little mewing sounds that were not quite words, because there were no words to describe the incredible pleasure that she was experiencing. Cory was beyond the greatest heights of sexual pleasure that he had ever imagined. His fully erect man dick shoved as far as it could go up the little girls cunt. Though he had no more semen to pump into the little girl, orgasmic waves continued to wash over him even as they engulfed Jennys small body. After several minutes of non-stop cum, finally Jenny went limp in his arms. He held her up by her ass cheeks and she hung onto him with her arms tightly wound around his neck, while his cock still throbbed in her baby cunt. At last, totally spent, Corys cock was squeezed out of Jennys tight little vagina. He wasnt sure whether she as conscious or unconscious as he held her against his chest.
Hey, sweetie, how did you like that? Um love it. Feel so nice, Cory. I love you She snuggle her face against his neck, totally exhausted by the intensity of the multiple orgasms that she had experienced with her first fuck. He held her with her butt cupped in his hands, letting a finger slide slowly back and forth, spreading their combined juices all over her ass. Love you, too, Jenny. Id like to just keep holding you close forever. But I think maybe we should rinse you off. Here, squat over the sink, sweetie. His legs were trembling, barely able to hold them up, as the sexual tension drained away. He put Jenny on the counter, and positioned one foot on either side of the sink. The beautiful little minx squatted down, balancing with her hands on Corys shoulders. He turned on the faucets and let the water flow till it was warm. The he scooped it up in his hand and splashed it up onto Jennys cunt. He used both hands to rinse her off, picking up water in his cupped hands and splashing it on her pussy and ass.
As he rinsed his cum and her cunt juice off, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Youre just so incredibly sexy, sweetie. I could just eat you up! She laughed, and turned her face up to kiss him on the lips. Cory opened his mouth and Jenny pushed her tongue in without hesitation. There you are, sweetie, he said, breaking off the kiss. All clean. Now I want to kiss your beautiful pussy. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the counter, then kneeling before her, with his face between her outspread thighs, Cory slid his tongue from her asshole to her clit, and back again. MmmYou taste delicious, sweetie. Really? You like the way I taste? Sure do. How does this feel? Oh, yes! It feels good! she answered, as Cory again licked her from ass to clit and back. Well, Id like to keep doing it. But I think maybe we should get dressed and go back outside before someone else needs to use this restroom. Do we have to? she whined. Yeah, I think so, he said, reluctantly lifting her off the counter and standing her on the floor facing him.
Quick as a wink, Jenny reached out and took hold of his semirigid cock with both hands. She moved closer and kissed it, then licked around the head of his dick. Does this feel good to you, Cory, she asked looking up at him with a very serious expression. Oh, yes, my precious sweetheart. It feels wonderful. Id like you to do it lots more. But I really think we need to go back outside. Okay, she said, with disappointment obvious in her voice. Can we do stuff again sometime? We sure can. Only one thing. What? she asked. We have to keep this a secret just between us. Can you do that? Uh-huh, she nodded. Can I be your girlfriend? Oh, yes. You said you love me and I love you. So Im your boyfriend and your my girlfriend. Only we have to keep it a secret - not even your mommy can know about this, or we wont ever be able to do stuff again. I wont tell anyone, ever! I want to do more stuff with you more than anything else in the world, the little six year old said. Can we do it again later? Id really like that, sweetie. Yes, we can do more stuff again later. As long as no one else comes along, we can do it again in a little while.
They dressed quickly and left the restroom hand in hand. No one was around. Cory breathed a sigh of relief. After the post orgasmic glow had worn off a little, he had started to worry about the possible consequences of fucking Jenny. No matter how much she wanted his dick up her cunt, and his tongue on her ass and clit, the rest of the world would throw his ass in jail for the rest of his life if anyone found out. How to make sure Jenny kept the secret was foremost on his mind, as he sat watching her play, and occasionally flash him with a giggle as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties to expose her pink, puffy smooth pussy lips to him.
Jenny and Cory
Chapter Two
A half-hour passed. Cory felt totally drained, as he sat on the bench and watched Jenny play. He could hardly believe that he had not only seen the beautiful blonde, blue-eyed little six year old naked, he had actually fucked her incredibly tight little pussy. He sat with his head back, eyes closed, and remembered the sight of his hard dick shoved up into her cunt as far as it could go. Cory, can you help me get another drink of water? He looked down at his little sex toy smiling up at him. Sure thing, sweetie. He stood up and she reached out a tiny hand to him. As he grasped it, he remembered the feel of those little fingers on his cock, and felt himself becoming hard again. Jenny looked over at the front of his pants and grinned as she saw the unmistakable outline of his erection pushing out against the fabric.
At the water fountain, she raised her arms again and he wrapped his hands around her sides, finger tips pressing into her little nipples, and boosted her up. Jenny immediately pushed her butt back until she could feel his cock pressing against her little ass crack. As she drank, she pushed her ass against Corys hard dick and wiggled it around. Does that make your cock feel good, Cory, when I wiggle my butt against you? she whispered. Oh yeah, sweetie, everything you do makes me feel good. Can you feel how hard my cock is from feeling your sexy ass pushing on it? Uh-huh. Can we go to the restroom now?
My god, Cory thought, this little slut is ready to fuck again already. He set her down and led her by the hand to the family restroom where they had fucked earlier. Cory, theres a little wet spot on the front of your pants. You didnt already squirt your stuff out, did you? she asked, afraid that her boyfriend might deprive her of his cum. No sweetie. Thats just pre-cum. It means my cock is getting ready for your pussy again. Oh, good! she said. I want you to squirt your stuff in me again, okay? You bet, Jenny. I cant wait to give it to you again.
When they arrived at the restrooms, the sign on the family restroom read, Occupied. Looks like someone got here before us, sweetie. Well have to wait, okay? No, please, Cory, I really have to go this time. Okay sweetie. Well have to use the Mens Restroom then. Is that okay with you? Uh-huh, only can we please hurry? He quickly led the little girl around the end of the building to the Mens section. Hope no one is in there. Youll need to be real quiet so no one knows your there. Can you do that for me, Jenny? Uh-huh, she said and darted through the door and toward the farthest stall as quick as she could. There was no one else in the Mens room, and Cory hurried after her. As he stepped into the stall, Jenny was already pulling off her panties, and after locking the stall door, Cory picked her up and sat her on the commode. The little girl immediately let lose with a flood of pee, and sighed in relief as her urine splashed into the water beneath her ass. As soon as she was finished she looked at Cory and then at the tissue roll. They shared a naughty smile, and Cory tore off a few sheets and folded them to dry her little pussy.
He patted her pussy dry, and dropped the tissue. Then he gently ran his fingers over her labia. The softness of her skin was breathtaking. So incredibly soft and smooth, Cory thought. No matter how close a woman shaves her pussy, it never feels half this smooth. He spread her puffy pussy lips apart by spreading his fingers, and let his middle finger trail up through her baby slit, till he reached her clit. Jenny gasped with pleasure and humped forward against his hand. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her pink, pouty lips, and felt her tongue pushing against his lips. Opening his mouth to her, he touched the tip of her tongue with his, and felt her shudder in sexual excitement. Sliding his hand back down, he felt her fuck hole getting wetter and he played with her. He continued on to her butt hole, and, without trying to insert his finger tip, he made little circles around the little rosebud of her ass. As his finger tip played with her ass, he felt Jennys arms encircle his neck, hugging him tightly. Hmm, she has a sexy ass, for sure. But best leave that for another time, he thought. But as tight and hot as her cunt is, I still want to fuck her little girl ass. His cock throbbed in his pants, leaking pre-cum as his excitement grew, pushed on by the incredibly sexually responsive six year old.
Pulling back just a little, Cory felt Jenny reluctantly break-off their passionate kiss. He stood up in front of her, and smiling down at the beautiful little blonde tyke, he unfastened his pants and let them fall. His cock was pointed straight up. Jenny reached out and, with one finger, touched the drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of his dick. Reaching down, Cory pulled his pant up part way, so he could spread his feet apart and lower his dick toward the little girls pretty pink lips. Want to lick it and kiss it again, sweetie? Jenny nodded and used both hands to guide his cock to her mouth. Her pink little tongue poked out and touched the tip of his cock. Then she pulled it a little closer and bestowed a soft kiss on the end of Corys throbbing dick. It was like an electric spark shocking his organ, and it jerked upward in her hands. Did I make it do that? she whispered. He nodded and smiled encouragingly. Cool! she whispered, and pulled his cock back toward her mouth.
As he felt her lips touch his cock, Cory reflexively thrust forward just a little. It was enough to push the head of cock part way into Jennys hot, wet mouth. Mmm, she murmured, and swirled her tongue around the end of the hard man meat poking into her mouth. She opened her mouth wider and got the whole head of his dick inside. Ah, oh sweetie, that feels so good. Youre such a good big girl to suck my cock so nice. She smiled, without stopping her oral ministrations. Her little tongue washing over his piss-hole as his dick stretched her lips wide. As he watched the little six year old cocksucker work on his organ, he saw her slip one hand down to her pussy to diddle her clit. Thats so beautiful and so sexy, sweetheart, watching you play with your pussy while you suck my cock, he whispered. Mmm, feels really good, too, she whispered back, then put his cock right back in her mouth.
Cory felt the cum ready to burst out of his cock. Sweetie, Im gonna shoot out that wet stuff pretty soon. Want me to do it in your mouth our your pussy? Pussy! she answered, and held her arms up for him to lift her off the commode. Cory lifted the little girl in his arms, and Jenny wrapped one arm around his neck. With the other she reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it toward her wet pussy. As she lined up Corys hard dick, she lowered herself with his help till his cock pressed hard against the entrance to her cunt. With the tip of Corys erection poking at the entrance to her little vagina, Jenny moved her hand to her clit, and began to diddle herself. As she grew more and more aroused, she pushed down harder and harder on the head of the cock poised to impale her slender little six year old body.
Cory was barely able to hold back the flood of semen. He cupped Jennys round little ass in his hands, and humped up against the tight opening to her little vagina. He felt Jenny start to cum. With the first spasm of her orgasm, she pushed down harder still on his cock, and suddenly the head of his dick popped inside her little girl cunt. Reflexively, Cory humped up into her, shoving his cock all the way up her too small cunt. As soon as the tip of his cock pushed against her cervix, Jennys cunt contracted, squeezing Corys dick and locking it tight insider her. As he felt Jennys cunt gripping the shaft of his cock, it was as thought she was squeezing the cum right out of him. Cory shot his load with his cock stuck three inches up Jennys cunt. The little girl felt the pulsations of his cock, stimulating her pussy to cum again, and again. Her spasming cunt was driving Cory wild with lust, and he fired cum shots deep into the little girls already jammed full cunt. His cum was forced out along the shaft of his cock, and the slender six year old was unable to contain it with her cunt already stuffed to overflowing with his fuck pole.
Little grunts and moans were forced from the mouths of both lovers and once again they both experienced a protracted orgasm. Corys legs were about to collapse as he humped and thrust his dick up into the Jennys stretched to overflowing cunt. Realizing that he was totally spent, Cory turned around and lowered himself to sit on the commode, with Jenny held tightly in his arms and his cock still filling her cunt. Cory could feel her fingers strumming on her clit, and the spasms of and contractions of her pussy as tiny tremors of orgasm continued to course through the little girls body. With a final jerk and thrust of his dick, Cory ejaculated the last of his semen inside Jennys tightly stretched cunt. He kissed the top of her head, feeling her soft blonde hair against his face. He rocked gently as her held Jennys little body, pressing her down onto his cock. Jenny finally looked up into Corys eyes, and smiled with the look of a well fucked girl twice her age.
She lifted the hand from her pussy to look at the sticky mess on her fingers. Corys cum mingled with her cunt juice on her hand. Put your fingers in your mouth and lick them off, Cory told her. Without hesitation, Jenny stuck her fingers in her mouth. A look of pleasure on her face told Cory that Jenny would obey his next demand as well. Her cunt squeezed his dick, now growing soft, and ejected it with a plumping sound. Carefully, Cory lifted her off his lap and stood her on the floor in front of him. Remember how good you made me feel before when you kissed and licked my cock, sweetie? She whispered, yes, in response. Id really like yo to give me that good feeling again, Jenny. Im asking you as my girlfriend. Suck my cock, sweetie. The little six year old smiled up at her adult lover, and then leaned over. Taking hold of his dick with both hands, she lowered her mouth to engulf the head and about a half-inch of the shaft.
As Jennys little pink tongue swirled around the end of hid dick, Cory felt his balls tighten up, and his cock begin to swell. It was too big to fit any further inside Jennys mouth. Lick it up and down, sweetie, he whispered, as his now fully erect cock was thrust into her face. Jenny began licking up and down and all around the hard shaft o his dick. Oh, thats just perfect, sweetheart. I love the way you suck my cock, and lick it all over. Pleased by the praise from the man who had just fucked her little girl cunt, Jenny licked all over Corys cock one more time, and then stood up, with her face on the same level as his. Cory could see the cum from both of them smeared on her chin and cheeks. She leaned forward for a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Cory shoved his tongue into the littler girls mouth to enjoy her tongue for a few moments, and then carefully licked her chin, lips, and cheeks to clean off all of the cum that had marked her as his fuck toy.
Her face taken care of, Cory scooped her up and stood her on his thighs. Then proceeded to lick all of the cum and cunt juice from her belly, thighs, and crotch. He could feel her growing excitement as he carefully licked her pussy clean and pushed his tongue up her cunt to suck out the remaining semen. Reluctantly, he pup her down to stand on the floor in front of himself. Guess we better get dressed and out of here before someone comes in. Okay, she said,with touch of regret in her voice, reluctant to leave without another fuck.
A few minutes later they sat side by side on the bench. Cory again swore the little six year old to silence, and she promised that she would keep the secret. Ive got to get back to work, sweetie. But Ill be back tomorrow if youll be here. Jenny broke into a big smile. Ill be waiting, Cory. Love you. Love you, too, Jenny. See you tomorrow.
Cory and the Dukes
Chapter 3
Cory left the park with some trepidation - for right now, everything depended on Jenny keeping the secret. He didnt like having his future outside of his control, and he was already planning how to regain control. Two blocks from the park, he arrived at his pickup truck. Two girls were leaning against the doors closest to the curb. The truck had been washed and dried while he was in the park. The older girl, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, stepped forward as he approached. Hi, Sarge. All washed and ready for you. Cory pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his shirt pocket, and handed it to her. Nice job. Dont think Ive seen you before, have I? Nope, just doing what Im told, Sarge. Im Alex.
She was a plain looking girl, light brown hair, brown eyes, slender, not filled out much yet, though he could plainly see her developing nipples through her wet, white tee-shirt. Well, thanks for keeping an eye on my truck, Alex. I appreciate it. This was Dukes turf, and Cory had come to an understanding with them a long time ago. The faces changed as the gang kids grew up and moved on to more responsibility in the gang or just plain moved on. Cory paid them to wash his truck, whether it needed it or not, and they made sure nothing happened to it while he was parked in a free parking space on the street on their turf. The Dukes had done him a few other favors over the years, and he had repaid them with favors of his own from time to time.
Like what you see, Sarge? Alex asked, grinning at him as he checked out her chest. Yeah, Alex, a real nice view. He suspected that she had splashed water on the front of her tee-shirt when she saw him coming up the street. See you around, he said, as he stepped off the curb to get into his truck. How about giving me a ride home? she asked. Depends. Where do you live? Just a couple blocks straight up the street, and then a couple blocks over. Sure, hop in. See you later, Stacy, she said to the younger girl, and climbed into the passenger seat.
Cory started up the truck and turned on the AC. He glanced over as the cold air hit Alex and her nippled firmed up against the wet tee-shirt. He smiled at her and pulled away from the curb. Wanna see my boobs? she asked. Think I already have, he answered. No, man, I mean like this, she said, scrunching down in the seat and pulling her tee-shirt up to expose her little tits. Between the tinted windows, high curb height of his truck, and the way she was scrunched down in the seat, he was the only one who could see her exposing her puffy pink nipples. Arent you worried I might get overcome by lust at the sight of those pretty nipples and rape you? Naw. I aint afraid. I belong to the Dukes. You know better than to try anything without my permission. See? She pulled the hem of the tee-shirt a little higher, and Cory could see the D Dukes logo above each nipple. Those tattoos? he asked. Huh-uh. Just sharpies. So thats how the Dukes mark their ladies? Yeah. It means Im Dukes meat. No one else messes with me. What does Duke meat do? Pretty much whatever they tell me, she laughed. You fucking them? Sure. What happens if you dont do what your told? Then I get butt fucked, she said, and suddenly got a serous look on her face.
I take it you dont like that much. Cory said. Not much at all, she said. How many times have you been fucked up your ass, Alex? Five times. The first couple of times it hurt like hell. But then one of the older girls told me how to do it right. So it wasnt so bad after that. Even felt kinda good the last time. So what did she tell you to do? Well, the first thing was to make sure I always had some lube with me, and to grease up my ass good before the designated ass fucker got started. Then she said that when he started pushing his dick up my ass, to push back like I was taking a dump, and it would go in easier. And stay relaxed. Thats a really big deal. And a couple of other things. Such as? Try to get the Duke with the smallest cock to do it, and to cry and beg him to stop all the time hes butt fucking me. So how did that work out for you? Pretty much okay. A couple times I got the size right, but one time he had a bigger cock than I expected. Wasnt long, but it was sure fat! So how is the older girl such an expert? Does she get in trouble a lot? No, she really loves being fucked up the ass. They call her the anal queen, Alex giggled. So what about it, Sarge, you want to butt fuck me?
Her question took him by surprise, and his cock, already getting hard from the smutty talk, jerked in his pants. Cory looked her over carefully. You think thats something youd like, Alex? Sure. Youre older. Ill bet you know how to do it right. Besides, I have to find out what the anal queen is so hot after. Alex suddenly wanted to suck the puffy nipples that Alex was showing off, and slide his cock all the way up her skinny little ass. And just where would we go to do the deed? he asked her. Another twenty dollar, it will cost you, and we can use one of the Dukes apartments in the same building where I live. What will the Dukes have to say about me using Duke meat? Nothing, their cool with it. As long as I give them the money afterward. Timmy already said that you might want to fuck me, when he left me with your truck. He said your were cool and tight with the Dukes. So, are you good at anal, and do you want to do me? Oh, yeah, Im good at anal, and yes Id love to do you. I want to see if theres another D written on your ass, he grinned at her. No, not on my ass. On my pussy, just above my clit, she laughed. Thats my building, right there. Just park in front. Theyll see me getting out with you, and no one will mess with your truck. to be continued. |
Archive name: pain_and_pleasure.txt (MF Mdom bd sm)
Authors name: Revelations
Authors email: [email protected]
Title: Pain and Pleasure (MF Mdom bd sm)
Summary:
WWW: http://www.asstr.org/~revelations/
Pain and pleasure - copyright 1998
It wasn't that often he went out, only when friends asked him, and it was even more unusual that someone asked him to dance, but he didn't mind. She looked good, she danced well and she kept the conversation going pleasantly. His friends left but they didn't bother to ask him if he wanted to go, they just waved goodbye from over her shoulder, and winked him good luck.
He didn't doubt his luck either. They'd danced very close a couple of times and she must have noticed his erection. The way she'd pushed her hips against him told him she didn't mind. She did most of the talking though, he'd always been kind of slow in these situations, not wanting to say something stupid, and everytime he thought of something to say, she had already asked another question, or talked on about something else. He'd just decided it was time to ask if she wanted to go somewhere else, like preferably his place, when she excused herself and got up to go to the ladies room. She stopped beside his chair and kissed him, and he just let himself be kissed. It was no chaste kiss either. He tickled her tongue with his and was certain of her "yes" when she broke the kiss and left. A confident feeling spread through him and he glanced over his shoulder to watch her butt move along with her to the bathroom, if he hadn't he wouldn't have noticed her turning towards the exit instead of the restrooms. For a second or two he thought she'd notice her mistake and turn back, but she didn't. What did I do wrong now, he thought and got up. He was determined to stop her, if he could just figure out how fast enough. The only thing he could think of was that she'd gotten fed up with his hesitation, there was no other explanation.
She was putting on her coat when he reached the lobby and he decided to take a chance and put his arm around her, turning her around, pressing her against him, and kissing her.
She had given him up as too hesitant and meek, and was pleasantly surprised when he stopped her. Seems I was wrong, she thought, but how wrong? "I guess you caught me," she whispered holding her lips less than an inch from his. A pleasant shiver went down her spine when he answered with a whisper: "And I'm gonna keep you." Laughing inside she almost touched his lips with hers and whispered "I don't think so." Then she turned her head and twisted her body out of his embrace, at least that's what she tried to. He kept one hand locked behind her, pressing her back against him, while he moved the other up to her neck and into her hair, grabbing a fistfull close to her head, holding it still while kissing her. His two hands were hurting her a little and she involuntaryily moaned into his kiss.
For a second he almost regretted grabbing her back that hard, he'd have hit himself if he'd had to go home alone, but she seemed to be enjoying the pain as much as the decisiveness and force. How much would she take, he wondered. He couldn't start checking however, because their behaviour was about to get them some unwanted attention from the staff. Not that they were unused to 'pda' in a club, but they were blocking the hallway.
After getting his clothes he followed her onto the street and when they were away from the doorway he grabbed her again. Squeezing her body hard against his he kissed his way along her jaw to her earlobe. She was pushing back against him and running her fingers over his back as he whispered into her ear. "You enjoy a little pain do you?" Her slight nod came as no surprise to him. "Do you know what I think?" he whispered, "I think you deserve punishment for trying to walk out on me."
"Yes!" She thought and whispered back to him, a tingly feeling of expectation spreading through her body, "Yes, I need to be punished." She pressed her body against him, and in her mind the excitement in her body flowed into and through his, turning her on even more. "What's the magic word?" he whispered back, and she grinnned to herself before she whispered "Please punish me", she even threw in a meek "Lord and Master." on a whim.
Lord and Master huh, he thought, noticing the insincere meekness, let's see how far we can take this. "You'll submit to me as my pet?" He broke the embrace and took a step backwards. "Do you think you can handle having me as Lord and Master? If I enjoy punishing you I might decide to keep you. I don't think you can handle that," he said and grabbed one of her breasts with his hand, squeezing it hard.
Is he crazy, she thought and moved away from him. She felt genuinely frightened and a tear formed in the corner of her eye, as he looked at her with a mocking smile. "Well I guess I was right, a pleasant night to you, m'lady," he said with a galant bow before he turned away and started walking away. Her breath going fast and her heart pounding in her chest she cursed herself. Can he really be that bad? How far will he go? I don't _want_ to go home alone. Damn, damn, damn. Her mind couldn't move fast enough for her and she bit her lip looking at his receeding back. Her body made the decission for her, she was still as horny, if not hornier. Oh, Christ, I hope I wont regret this, she thought as she ran to catch up with him.
If I turn around now she will probably still go to bed with me, if I promise not to go that far again, he thought, but maybe she'll change her mind, the end of the block, I'll walk to the end of the block... He fought down the urge to howl with joy when he heard the clicking of her shoes as she decided to run after him. When she caught up with him and touched his elbow he didn't turn around or slow down, he merely said: "Yes?"
"Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"I'll submit... Lord and Master."
This time she sounded sincere and he grinned to himself. "You walk in front, pet," he said and pushed her in front of him.
"Where's your car?"
"Just around the corner."
The smack to her buttock came so surprising to her that she stumbled and cried out, then his arm was around her waist, pressing her back against him and he growled in her ear, "Just around the corner..." She could clearly hear the elipsis, and closed her eyes, shuddering in fear and arousal. "Just around the corner, Lord and Master," she whispered, and almost fell when he suddenly let her go again. "And don't you forget it, pet."
He sounded cheerful and she got worried again. She told herself she'd drive off the road if she didn't calm down before they reached her car, and with this thought foremost in her mind she was in control of herself when they reached it and he asked for the carkeys. She wasn't sure wether or not she should get in the car at once or not, but figured it was safest to wait until he ordered her to do something. He got into the drivers seat and started checking out her car, and she closed her eyes and tried to think.
He finished checking out her car and leaned over to unlock and open the door on the passenger side. "Get in, pet", he said and waited for her to get seated. He picked his cellular phone from his pocket and dialed his home number. "I don't want a lawsuit on my hands if you decide tomorrow that you've got too many bruises, so you get to leave a message on my machine now. Tell it who you are, and that you've decided to submit to my every whim tonight and that you've permitted me to hurt you." She looked at him with genuine fright now, and he decided it was time to reassure her, or loose her. "Don't worry, I won't do any permanent damage, at least not much," he said with a wink and a grin. She didn't really look any less scared. "Do you have any friends you really, really trust?" he asked. She looked down and muttered a name, remembering the obedient frase. "Well call her and I'll leave my name and such, so you're sure you can get ahold of me if you want to sue me."
The cheerful tone wasn't a sign he was nuts, she decided, he probably just couldn't hide his satisfaction with having "caught" her, so she told him her friend's phonenumber and took the ID cards he handed her. He let her hear the start of the message on the machine on the other end and she checked the information he gave with his ID's. She wondered what her friend would think when she heard a message from a stranger leaving all his personal info and telling her he'd spend the night with her friend. At least he's not going to kill me she though and left the message he wanted on his machine. No way back now she thought, but at least the fear wasn't overwhelming her arousal anymore.
He noticed her relaxing and considered ways of keeping her aware of her situation on the way to her house. A couple of interesting ideas came to him, and he ordered her to pull her skirt up. When she had her skirt bunched up around her waist he ran her hand over her thighs and panties. Her crotch was really soaked and he grinned inside, managing to keep a serious face this time.
"Get your panties off, pet," he ordered, and she quickly muttered "yes, Lord and Master" and tried to sort out garters and stockings to get them off. He took her wet panties and smelled them, they were fairly fragrant but not unpleasantly so, at least not this way. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and laughed inside as he stuffed the panties into her mouth. He could see she wasn't really sure about how to feel about this, and he decided to hurry things so she didn't have as much time to think. He put a hand on her pussy and caressed her wet lips and slit. He probed her hole with first one finger, then two. When she tried to rub herself against his hand he withdrew it and wiped his fingers on her face. "Fingerfuck yourself, three fingers," he said and put her right hand on her pussy. She moaned and eagerly started fucking herself, rubbing her clit with her thumb, and trying to get three fingers in, barely managing. "None of that," he said and slapped her hand. "Just the three fingers, slowly all the way in, and slowly all the way out, get going." While his frustrated "pet" obeyed he unzipped his pants and got his hard cock out. "Pay attention now, pet," he said and put her left hand on his cock, "This is how you'll show they way to your place. Pushing the indicator left, means a left turn..."
She couldn't concentrate on finger fucking herself at the same time as she tried to understand and memorize his signals for next turn right, third on the left, and so on, so she stopped fingering herself. The back of his right hand hit her stomach with a loud smack, and enough force to take her breath away. She'd been totally unprepared and didn't have time to tighten her muscles so she fought to breathe again while he started up the car and drove to the exit. He just waited there while she gained her breath, started fucking herself again, and indicated which way he should turn.
They drove off and he waited for her to screw up the signaling, but she obviously wasn't distracted enough. He grinned to himself and licked the index and middle finger on his right hand, then he started caressing her clit.
The slow three finger fucking wasn't enough to make her orgasm, but with the extra attention on her clit she felt one approaching. She tried to concentrate on signaling the next turn, but she was also afraid of slowing down her fingers, and his hand on her clit was just sooo good. She closed her eyes, pressed her neck back against the headrest and moaned into her panty gag as the orgasm shuddered through her. After a little while she calmed down again. He had removed his hand from her pussy and she could concentrate again, she hoped he wouldn't punish her for resting those few seconds. Now the next turn was a ... She suddenly realized they'd passed the turn. She didn't think she could work out an alternate route like this, and he hadn't given her a signal for wrong turns.
The hand leaving his cock was his signal of success, he'd distracted her from a turn. He turned his head and looked at her and she averted her eyes and shrugged, she was still pumping her pussy though, she didn't dare disobey that order. He stopped the car in the middle of an empty parkinglot and looked at her.
She could sense him looking at her, and kept her eyes down, and her fingers moving. Thoughts of what he might do flew through her mind and she felt her pussy tingling with anticipation. "Get out of the car," he said suddenly, and she was so surprised she looked up at him. His hand lashed out as if to hit her, and she looked away and down, bracing herself, but no strike came. Instead he took one of her nipples and pinched it hard between his nails, pulling it away from her chest. She winced and then moaned, unable to ignore the pleasant tingling in her body that followed the pain from her nipple. He forced her to turn her torso against the door by pulling on her nipple. "I said, out of the car! And walk around to my side."
She got out of the car and walked around to his side. The parking lot was completely deserted and this part of town was usually empty of both law abiding citizens and the less lawful ones. She realized that even though she was covered now, after letting her skirt down, he'd probly make her break the law in a few seconds. Not that she really minded, but the car was parked right under a street lamp. He'd opened the door and sat crosswise on the seat with his legs out of the car and she stood in front of him and looked at him questioningly, unable to ask him with her mouthful of panties. She'd not had time to think about the panties in her mouth, but noticed now that the taste was no longer as overwhelming as in the beginning.
Suddenly she realized that he wasn't responding to her questioning look, in fact he was looking back with an amused and slightly mean expression. Oh, damn, bad move, she thought, closed her eyes hard and bowed her head. Meek, submissive slaves do not look at their masters questioningly, she knew that, he'll probly punish me hard now to train me, shit, shit, shit.
She stood there almost shaking, and he knew she was afraid of what he'd do, he didn't know if she had reason though, cause he hadn't decided on how to punish her yet. He'd "warm" up first, and see what came to him. "Take your dress off, pet," he ordered, and she obeyed with just a hint of wanting to look at him again. He then had her bend over and touch her toes, and he stepped out of the car and took his belt off.
First he ran his finger over her pussy, delighted by the amount of juices, he brought a finger to his lips and tasted it grinning. Then he rubbed her with the end of his belt, getting it real wet and smiling as she moaned into her gag. Without any preparations that could warn her he then, took one step back and swung the belt, buckle in his hand, and quickly gave her five swift, stinging, smacks on each buttock. He noticed her jump at the first stroke, and she almost lost her balance when he was done, so he put a hand on her buttock to support her. "How was that? Did you like it," he asked her? And she nodded, even though she was hyperventilating through her nose. He grinned and decided on a punishment for her earlier "crimes". "Ok, now you'll get your punishment, five strokes with the belt, on your pussy."
A jolt went through her, my pussy, he wants to whip my pussy? And she looked at him from upside down between her legs. She saw his face turn from something resembling amusement to a displeased frown, and she closed her eyes tight again, wincing both inside and outside. I did it again, I did it again, damn, damn, damn. "You don't think you deserve that much punishment? You'll have to do better than that, if you don't obey my whims and accept my decisions I'll just have to punish you harder." She winced inside at the thought of extra pain, delt with hurt in mind, and not the special kind of pain and pleasure she had wanted from him. She was sure he'd give it to her though, if she'd just stop "disobeying". She nodded her acceptance in an attempt to soften him and was relieved to her his tone when he answered her with. "Glad you agree." She spread her legs a little, thinking he'd be nicer if she followed his orders without him giving them. She braced herself for the strokes to her pussy and was taken totally unaware when first her left, and then her right buttock was assaulted with something that felt like a sledgehammer. She almost stumbled again, and through eyes opened wide in pain she saw the belt hanging from his hand, buckle at the loose end. "I hope it won't be necessary to punish you again," she heard him say, "but do try to remember that you've still got something or other coming, for trying leave me at the club." She winced inwardly when his fingers caressed what felt like inch high cresent welts on her butt. The way it hurt she wouldn't be surprised if she was bleeding all over her butt. "Please get back in the car now, pet, you may touch your bottom on the way round, to inspect the damage." He got back in the drivers seat and she walked unsteadily around the car, discovering that the welts were indeed cresents, but only half an inch wide, and no broken skin. They hurt though.
He watched her return to her seat, wincing when her sore bum touched the seat. He wondered if she'd noticed consciously that she was now wearing only suspenders and stockings, having gone without a bra under the dress. Well, he thought to himself, she'll probably notice soon. "I guess I'd better let you speak the directions for the rest of the way," he said and pulled out the panty gag. A little idea popped up in his mind and he continued, "but I don't want my car seat all drenched with your cum, so I guess we'll have to plug that hole instead." Not that it'd actually help, the seat was already stained with cunt juice and sweat.
She didn't make any more mistakes on the rest of the way, even though she felt, afraid, aroused, horney and weird all at once, with the wet rag of a panty stuffed into her vagina, and his free hand roaming over her body, caressing her freely. She wasn't sure if she'd be more scared if she had time to think, but as she didn't in fact have the time, it didn't worry her much.
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While she tried to open the door he snapped the antenna off of her car. She didn't even turn around and he knew she was afraid of how far he'd go to punish her. She got the door open and held it for him, and he entered. They went up the stairs with her in front. He kept playing with the antenna, thin, plastic covered metal. A dangerous whip. How much damage will it make, he thought, and is she wondering the same. Maybe she was, because she stumbled when he tapped her ankles with it lightly. The apartment door had only a small brass sign with her name on it, and she quickly unlocked the door and held it open for him. When he didn't enter at once she dared a glance up at his face. Her look turned quizzical when he looked like he was expecting something. "Okay, I'll give you one guess on what I want you to say now, if you don't make it, I'll tell you what to say and punish you for your stupidity," he said, looking smug and perfectly evil. I could imagine her thoughts. Was there really an almost answer here or was he only looking for an excuse to punish here more severely. She closed her eyes tight and tried to think. He wasn't entering her apartment, because... "Please accept my apartment as you have accepted me, Lord and Master," she whispered, eyes looking down. He tried to suppress a grin, then didn't bother when he realized she couldn't see him. "Lead the way, pet," he said and took her keys before pushing her into the apartment.
She walked into the living room and stopped. She felt even more weird as a slave in her own home. She liked a little pain with her sex but she'd never played the totally submissive role she was playing now. She thought she liked it, but she wasn't sure about the punishment part. Oh, well, she'd just have to stay out of serious trouble, so the punishment could be good. She smiled to herself and felt horny and happy, she'd picked up a great guy and he'd turned her on a lot, except for the buckle thing. She shuddered a little thinking about that, and noticed that he'd finished locking up and had come into the living room as well. From the corner of her eye she noticed him checking out the room before moving on into the kitchen. She decided staying right where she was while he checked out her apartment was the best thing, though she chanced sitting down right where she was.
She'd gotten herself really turned on again just by thinking of the rest of evening when he came back after checking out her bedroom and bathroom. He tossed some stuff he'd picked up in a pile on the floor, there was stuff there she hadn't even known she owned, and... He _had_ broken the antenna off her car. She winced a little at that.
He noticed her aroused expression and smiled to himself again, he was feeling fairly excited too, and it was time to do something about that. "Go clean up, pet, get rid of that nasty rag you've got there in my pussy." Yes _my_ pussy, he thought, my tits, my luscious female body, she was his now and liked it, and so did he. He got naked while she was in there freshening up. When she came back he had her stand in the middle of the floor, legs spread. He picked up the antenna and ran the tip of it over her tits and down to her pussy. He watched her expression flash trough anxiety, fear and acceptance as he tapped her pussy with the antenna. "We'll round off the evening with your final punishment, pet. Right now it's time for you to pleasure me, and lucky you, this will to some extent pleasure you as well." He tossed the antenna back in the pile of stuff and stepped close to her. Her soft, and slightly wet curls tickled his cock nicely when he cupped her ass and hugged her close. She moaned when he handled her sore ass and pushed it against his hands. He slapped her cheeks a couple of times, enjoying the half moan, half whimper from his willing toy, the little yelps when he struck the red welts, and the nice red tone of her skin. His hand slid down to her pussy and caressed her soaked slit, the pain had her dripping and he just had to fuck her. Slipping his cock in he felt like he was in heaven, and with one hand on the small of her back he fucked her slowly for 30 seconds or so before he remembered that he wanted pain for her to go with his pleasure.
Leaning on a table with his cock sliding in and out of her and small twinges of pain when his hips rubbed against her sore ass she felt like she was riding on a cloud. A little more pleasure and a little more pain and she was sure she'd come. The night so far had her so hot she was going to come right... and then he was gone. She heard him searching through the stuff he'd collected from her kitchen and wondered what he had planned.
When he came back he ordered her to close her eyes, and she did, muttering a "Yes, Lord and Master" and shivering with anticipation. Some sort of clips, or maybe clothespins since she couldn't remember any other object she owned that could be used like that, suddenly pinched both her nipples and a gasp escaped her lips. She thrust her chest out and tried not to moan, but he'd evidently decided she wasn't silent enough as she received a couple of sharp smacks to her ass. The pain intensified as he somehow tightened the clothespins on her nipples and she bit her teeth together and forgot to breathe as she tried not to cry out. Her tortured nipples were then pulled down as he fastened some sort of weights to the pins. Breathing very shallowly and concentrating very hard not to move, since every movement of her chest made the weights dangle and pull her burning nipples, she almost didn't notice him leaving.
Her nipples had become slightly numb when he came back. Putting his hands on her sore ass and pushing he forced her to her knees. The pain came back as the weights moved again, but it was less than before and she obediently kneeled. A thin strap, by the taste it was leather, was forced between her lips and he pulled her head back with it like a pair of reins. Kneeling behind her he pushed her legs a little apart and slid his cock into her pussy again. The feeling of his cock filling her pussy again took her mind slightly off her hurting nipples and she sighed happily.
Grinning he rubbed his hips against her ass and enjoyed the feeling of her hot box around his cock. "So you liked that, did you pet?" he asked. Her answer was a 'Yes, Lord and Master' garbled by having to talk through the letter strap, one of her slim, leather belts he'd fetched from her bedroom. He'd put clothespins on her nipples and tightened them by twisting little bits of wire around them. Dangling from them hung more weight than he thought the pins would bear without slipping. He'd thought he'd have to try several times to find a good weight, but as it was he just hoped it was enough. Pulling her head slightly back he told her the rules of this game. "You now have a set time to bring me off," he said, "but I'm not releasing the reins, so you'll have to work hard to beat the clock. Oh, and if you fail I'm going to whip your tits with your reins."
Her desperate squeezing of his cock with her pussy muscles felt even better than he'd expected, she must have practiced that sort of stimulation before, and he was sure she could bring him to orgasm that way if given enough time, but that was not what he'd planned right now. "I need more, pet. Pump bitch, pump." He growled and slapped her as with his free hand.
She tried to pump her pussy onto his cock, but with the reins in her mouth she couldn't move forward so she tried rotating her hips a little instead. "I said pump, slut, now do it, or I'll add a makeshift nipplepiercing to your punishment," he ordered and she tried again. By pushing her chest out and bending her neck back she could pull her ass away from him slightly. She started pumping him this way even though it made the weights pull painfully on her nipples and the leather strap in her mouth hurt her lips. Biting down on the strap helped some and she pumped rythmically, still using her vaginal muscles to increase his pleasure. This went on for an eternity it seemed and she kept waiting for her nipples to be ripped off or her breasts to stretch until the weights reached the floor. "Good, but not good enough," he groaned, and she was sure he was close, "You've got a few seconds left, pet, do better! Remember, titwhipping." He dropped the reins and she started pumping desperately. The nipplepullers dangled wildly, tugging on her stretched nipples, but she was sure he was close. Then suddenly one of the pins slipped and blood streamed back into her nipple and numb nerves starting reporting. An image of her nipple inflated by her own blood until it burts flashed through her mind before the pain/pleasure combination threw her into an intense orgasm.
An animal scream going on and on errupted from his pet's throat as her pussy started squeezing his cock in orgasmic pulses. He allowed himself a moment of feeling victorious before he grabbed her hips and let himself loose. Ramming into her he filled her with spurt after spurt of come. He held her hips against his as he breathed heavily and tried to gather his thoughts again. With her orgasm ebbing out she collapsed, held up by his hands on her hips. He eased her down and put her on her back, then put his cock in her mouth and ordered her to clean it.
"Come on, clean my cock now, slut," he ordered her, and she mindlessly sucked the softening cock, licking it clean and tasting the mixture of his semen and her fluids. She could feel her freed nipple throbbing as she cleaned him, and she wanted to touch it but didn't dare move her hands. Only the no-taste taste of her saliva was left when he took her cock from her mouth again. Moving down between her knees he started licking her pussy, and without thinking she put her hands on his head, twining her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head hard against her pussy and he started sucking her clit. He wet a finger on one hand and started caressing her sore nipple, still sucking her clit, and she moaned loudly. Then when she was nearing another orgasm he removed the other nippleclip and multiple orgasms sent lightning through her body from pussy to breasts and back until she passed out from the pleasure.
She woke up in her own bed wearing a silk nightie and feeling pretty good. Last night had been incredible. She felt a tingling from her sore pussy as she thought about it. And speaking about sore, her nipples were still very tender and she wanted to see how her butt looked. The welts from yesterday were not as high, barely raising from the surrounding skin now, but they still felt bad and they were inky black. Looking at the black half moons made her wonder where her Master from last night were. Her bed looked like she had slept there alone, unless he'd fluffed her extra pillows after getting up, had he left in the night, or slept on the couch?
He didn't care if it would seem a bit weird to anyone else that he felt he'd be invading her privacy if he slept with her in bed, so he took the couch. Being Lord and Master he supposed he could have put her there and taken the bed for himself but he'd felt more comfortable this way, mentally that is. The couch was not all that good to sleep on. He'd given up sleeping anymore some time ago and had already finished breakfast and was waiting for her to wake up and come looking for him. Maybe she thought the game was over when she woke up alone, but he'd prepared some more, and he was looking forward to finishing what he'd started.
He heard her footsteps as she left her bedroom and he was looking at the door when she appeared. She was wearing just the nightie he'd put on her before tucking her in last night and smiled to him when she noticed him. She looked like she was about to speak when he moved his right hand and she noticed the antenna in it. He grinned inwardly as she lowered her eyes and stopped. "Good morning, pet," he said and stood. He walked over to her and stood behind her. Using the tip of the car antenna he caressed her breasts and nipples, his other hand rubbing her bottom, provoking small moans when he touched the welts.
"Did you sleep well, pet?" he asked. "Yes, Lord and Master," she answered, feeling herself getting aroused again by his caresses. "You hungry?" "Yes, Lord and Master." "Well, we'll have to fix that before finishing your punishment."
He stopped caressing her and she shuddered as he first collected her hair into a ponytail and then gently pushed her down until she was on all fours. She felt a bit silly as he led her like this into the kitchen, but excited too as he kept caressing her back with the tip of the antenna. In the kitchen there a bowl of cereal was on the floor. She looked at him questioningly as he fetched milk from the fridge and poored in the bowl. He just sat down on a chair behind her and she understood she wasn't getting a spoon. While she was eating, the tip of the antenna kept caressing her back and ass and he was talking to her. "You really enjoyed last night, didn't you pet. I know you did. Now it can't really be called punishment when you enjoy it, can it? No, I don't think so either. Yesterday was pleasure, now it's time for pain. You finished with breakfast already?" There had not been much in the bowl when she started, and she was grateful for she was to excited and scared to eat much more. She licked the bowl clean of milk hoping to please him by being the good pet.
He knew she was a little frightened about what he might do, but she was obviously excited as well. That wasn't what he'd planned now though, he wanted her more scared. Her pink tongue cleaning the bowl and her firm round butt in the air was a turn on, but it was time for pain. "Stand up," he ordered and she rose from the floor. An almost finished roll of toiletpaper jammed between her jaws and fastened with a rope made a good gag. "Can't have you scaring the neighbours," he said and admired his own work. "Bend at the waist now." Her nightie slipped to the floor "Arms around your legs." He tied her lower arms together and roped her calves together as well, then he tied her nightie around her head loosely. Now that she was blinded it would be easier to scare. He whipped her back once with the antenna, hard, and whispered to her through her nightie blindfold, "Pain, remember?" He knew she'd be steeling herself for another stroke, but one wasn't coming.
Tied up, blind and gagged, trying to balance and with a painfult welt across her back she was now much more scared than excited. How much pain could he have planned for her? She was waiting for him to whip her back again, but she couldn't even hear him. Where was he now? His touch came back, not as a stroke of the antenna whip, but easing something between her body and thighs... some sort of padded stick, a broomhandle possibly. She was lifted up by this and carried somewhere. She had no idea where, but he'd managed to build something that kept her hanging by this bar without touching the floor. Then he flipped her around. Her weight was now across her upper arms, a bit painfull, but not on the top of her mind. Whatever pain he could have planned was foremost there, and evidently on his mind too. He started whipping her thighs from just below where her arms where tied and downwards. The pain just kept increasing and she screamed into her gag. After 20-25 strokes he stopped. It felt like her thighs were on fire from her knees down to her bum. She imagined blood dribbling down them and sobbed.
He was admiring his handywork, 22 evenly spaced red stripes down the wellformed smooth thighs. Welts were forming and he softly caressed a thigh feeling the ridges they made. He heard her sobbing and could see tears staining the nightie. Enough of the all pain routine, time to sneak in some pleasure. He started by softly caressing her thighs between the welts. He moved downwards and started caressing her outer lips. When her excitetment started to become visible he softly kissed and licked her pussy, enjoying the taste of her juice. He kept it up for a few seconds until he felt the time was ready for his next little game.
His lips and tongue were so good on her pussy she almost forgot the pain radiating from her thighs. Then suddenly they disappeared. She moaned her frustration into her gag and tried to wriggle in her bonds. Suddenly a lance of pain shot through her. He'd whipped her again, close to her knee. A short break and his tongue was on her pussy again. Then he stopped and she waited for the whip, it came a little further from her knee this time. Tongue between her folds again, the pain there in her mind as well, and this time adding to her pleasure. Tongue gone and she waited for the whip, she steeled herself but he let her wait. Then when she was sure it would come his tongue returned instead. He kept this routine up, keeping her confused about what would come next, tongue or whip.
He knew she was turned on to the max because she was dripping juice on the carpet. He kept mixing whipping with licking, filling in the spaces between his first strokes. He tried to keep her close to orgasm but not quite there and he almost succeded in putting one stroke between each of his previous ones. But she orgasmed too soon. When he noticed he'd brought her over the edge he kept up his licking and whipped her at the same time, not as hard as the single strokes since he was doing two things at once.
The whipping and licking kept her orgasm increasing in strenght until she thought she'd pass out again, but eventually it stopped. He left her to hang a while alone with her feelings and she felt like rational thought might be able again when she was moved again. This time she was laid on her back on the bed and her arms and legs were first untied, then tied again. Her arms stretched out to each side, her like they were, just a little more apart. She didn't know what he was doing but her ankles were wrapped in rope and she couldn't move her legs. He'd fastened them to something that could be moved though, cause he spread her legs a little, then pushed them together again. He removed her gag and retied the nightie so it was covering only her eyes. Then he started fucking her, his chest was against her tortured thighs provoking continuous pain, while his hips pumped his cock in and out of her sopping pussy. She needed another orgasm because the pain was increasing and his fucking didn't stimulate her pleasure centers enough.
When he started fucking her she was so wet he hardly felt anything, he knew she was getting more pain than pleasure by the way his increased as he wore away her lubrication faster than it was renewed. When he judged the moment right he grabbed her ankles where they were fastened to two bars (another two brooms actually) allowing them to be tied yet movable. He swiftly moved them from tight together to spread all the way and pressed himself against all of her body. His cock deep in her pussy and his chest pressing against her breasts he sunk his tongue into her in a deep french kiss. He felt the sudden jump from too much pain to all pleasure getting to her as she moaned and pressed against him. She was just so good against him and he felt himself approaching climax. He knew she was close to hers as well and as he was getting ready to explode he moved both hands down and ran them up and down her ridged thighs. As her pussy started contracting around his cock he pumped his sperm deep into her.
As he untied her she had just the energy to put her arms around him. She actually fell asleep again, even though it was still morning. She didn't sleep very long though, and this time he was there when she woke up... He'd be there in the future too, but that's another story, or should I say stories.
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Author: Jack Spratt
Title: What A Neighborhood Part 3 of 6
Summary: This is a continuation of Don's attempt to become a landlord. Again, there are a number of twists and turns requiring Don to keep his wits about him. All through the trials and tribulations, he has the continuing companionship of his young lovers.
Keywords: Mff con.
Fictional fantasy for adults only
If stories involving adults and adolescences make you uncomfortable, stop reading or delete this story NOW. There are numerous very good authors included in "ASSTR Authors" that will satisfy your literary desires.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and, as such, it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now, as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors.
Copyright 2003, Jack Spratt. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, May 14, 2003
Story codes: M/f con
Story intro: This is a continuation of Don's attempt to become a landlord. Again, there are a number of twists and turns requiring Don to keep his wits about him. All through the trials and tribulations, he has the continuing companionship of his young preteen lovers.
What A Neighborhood
Part 3 of 6
Another Story by
Jack Spratt
Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Part 2. Would strongly advise all readers to read the stories in order, to follow how the relationships developed.
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Everybody showed up at the same time. I lead the parade to the back, my lawyer and his crew go into the garage, and I take my wine expert to the upper rooms. We go to the bar first and he handles the sealed bottles.
"Well, in the bustle I didn't introduce myself. I am Bob Lamb. I have been in the wine game for thirty years. Do you know anything about wine Mr. Parsons?"
"No. I don't like wine. But, I know these bottles are worth something by the labels. I would like your honest opinion. I will tell you now I have arranged to have them appraised tomorrow as well."
"Well, I will give you my honest opinion. The first four bottles are worth in the neighborhood of five hundred dollars each, maybe more at an auction."
"Who would be stupid enough to pay five hundred dollars for a bottle of grape juice?"
"You would be surprised. I would guess you have about ten thousand dollars of vintage wine on that shelf. I would be honored to arrange a sale for you."
"And if I have more?"
"You mean there is more? You are kidding. Wine merchants like me have been on the lookout for vintages like these for years without ever coming across any. How could you have more?"
"How about thirty or forty cases?"
"Cases? Now you have to pulling my leg. Not that much exists. I would know: I have searched for it."
"Follow me."
We go into the first closet. Cases are piled up to the ceiling. I thank the group of twelve under my breath; it is obvious someone knew their wines. Bob's eyes lit up in astonishment. He counts the cases. There are thirty-seven. I have no idea if they are full or not, as this haven't been a priority to me. Maybe they are just the empties. There are more it the other closet as well. I watch, as Bob gingerly makes sure the case is intact before he moves it to the floor. The first one he opens has twelve well-wrapped full bottles of something that brings tears to his eyes.
"Whoever stored this wine knew what they were doing. By storing the case upside down, it kept the cork wet and the bottles sealed. Do you know what these are worth? This is liquid gold."
"To me they are worth the deposit on the bottles. However, that is why I called you. I might have just dumped the contents down the sink and thrown the bottles in the trash."
"That would have been sacrilege. Your taste buds are not working for you not to appreciate the nectar in your midst."
"Never mind the buildup. What do you think they are worth?"
"I know people that will pay a thousand dollars a bottle for this vintage. I really didn't know any was still in existence. Where did you manage to find all this?"
"Just blind luck. It's a long story. You can check the rest of the cases. There's more."
"Did you say more? I am in a living dream."
I leave Mr. Lamb in his living dream. How can anyone get excited over a lousy bottle of wine? Now, young girls I can understand.
I arrived downstairs as my lawyer and his group is about to leave.
"Don, you must have been born under a lucky star?"
"Not that I know of, everything I got I worked for. It wasn't all easy. I have a good job. Now, things are a bit easier."
"That is not what I meant. Do you have any idea what those cars are worth?"
"Not the foggiest."
"Well they are worth more than you paid for the apartment building. In a good auction they will bring in nearly two hundred thousand, possibly more."
"You're bullshitting me. That much?"
"Yes. But, is not all good news it would be all taxable unless you use it wisely."
"What do you suggest?"
"Buy more rundown properties. The losses and expenses you have will offset the capital gains reducing your taxes."
"That is just part of the scenario. I have a wine merchant upstairs appraising wine. He claims it is also worth a fortune."
"Well good thing come in threes. All the signs and tools in the garage are collectables. I suggest you have an experienced appraiser in those type of artifacts appraise everything. They won't be worth as much as the cars and wine but they are worth the cost of looking into the value."
"This all started when you advised me to buy this property as a tax loss. Now it is turning into a financial nightmare."
"If only we all could be this lucky. My group wants to buy two of the vehicles. We will have two appraisals done and pay the average of the two."
"Hell, I will give you a deal on them. Give me eighty percent of the appraisal. That will mean your group will have good equity in them. To me it is found money. I owe you big time."
"No. We will pay market value. You will be paying me a sizable fee before this is all over. You are going to end up a very rich man Don."
My head is spinning. Maybe I'm dreaming. Then, as I run into a tire changer mounted on the floor I'm assured I am not dreaming. Hell it hurts. Mr. Lamb appears talking to himself.
"How did it go Mr. Lamb?"
"I have been to heaven. It was pure joy feeling those full bottles. I hope you allow me to represent you. There is a fortune up there. You should have your cache guarded."
"I will take it under advisement. Mr. Lamb, if this was your wine, how would you dispose of it?"
"Well, I wouldn't put it all on the market at the same time. Maybe seven or eight bottles a month. That will keep the price up. It would take approximately four years to dispose of it. But, it would yield you the highest price."
"Tell you what; take all the full bottles from the bar and one case. Arrange their sale at the next auction. Once that is done, come and talk to me about the balance. Are the open bottles still good on the counter?"
"Thank you for trusting me Don. Yes, the contents are still fine. That is why they are all in a rack to keep the cork stoppers moist; it doesn't allow air in the bottles. Why?"
"Help yourself. As I mentioned I don't drink wine."
You would have thought Bob won the lottery. I didn't think I would see tears in grown man's eyes over an open bottle of wine. He gathers all the full bottles in the bar and one case. He handles them with the greatest of respect. He selects four partial bottles and packs them all in cardboard boxes. He leaves to get his car, returns and loads.
"Here is a receipt, Don. I will be in touch with you at the end of the month."
It's been one hell of a night. I'm still stunned about how this all evolved. But, I can't spend what I didn't have in the bank account. All I have is opinions on worth. I know it is worth something, only time will tell how much. The thought of buying another apartment building is interesting. Abe will really think I am out of my mind. There is a very large apartment building across the street. It has six floors, four apartments to a floor, and what is in the basement is just speculation. My building is in mint condition compared to it. It has potential, if the building is sound. I make a note to talk to Abe.
I awake early the next morning. Thinking about yesterday had me tossing and turning all night. After showering and breakfast, I dress and head across the street. The building looks okay but it's a mess. The lower two floors have the windows covered with plywood that is covered with graffiti and filth that defies description. The door is chained with a massive padlock; which has held off attempts to remove it. There is a real stench about the building of old and rot. An old faded real estate sign is nailed to the door. I write down the number and will call it this morning from work. The balance of the day is a whirlwind. Everybody I had talked too yesterday has called to rehash his or her opinions today. My lawyer has arranged the two auto appraisals for the weekend. Mr. Lamb has a ridiculous offer from a collector for the case of wine. I tell him to sell it and pick up some more tonight. I call the real estate company only to learn they had dropped the listing because it is such a dog. After talking to the listing agent who claims the building is sound but the interior requires extensive work to make it rentable. The elevator and heating systems have been sealed and he assures me they are in working condition. He has shown it six times over the listing agreement but never got an offer. He thinks the city has taken possession for back taxes and gives me a number to call at the tax department.
Calling the number, explaining what I am interested in, they refer me to Frank Cyan. After explaining the reason for the call, and the fact I am interested in the property, really gets his attention. The city has seized the property for back taxes, which are substantial; but, it is continuing to cost them over five hundred a month for security services. Their insurance company insists on the surveillance. The city can't afford to have someone hurt in the building and then be sued. He advises me the city is open to any offers. I inquire if my agent could inspect the building. He tells me just call him to arrange an appointment. He provides me with his direct line.
When I get home, I learn from Abe the Raja's have moved in. My thoughts go immediately to Lathia and Rabina. You know what head is hard with that news. When I tell Abe I want to look into the building across the street he looks at me in total shock.
"You have got to be kidding. They have been trying to give that building away for years. You can't be serious. It will take big money just to clean it up. It has been the home of druggies for years. Forget it Mr. Parsons."
"You don't think you could handle it? Perhaps I need to get another person like you to manage that building. You can be caretaker here. Do you have any suggestions? Besides all I want is you to tell me if the building is sound and a ballpark figure on renovations. I don't have the time or money to rebuild anything."
"Ok, ok you win. I will inspect it tomorrow in the daylight."
"Thank you Abe. I knew you had it in you. Call Mr. Cyan and he will arrange to let you in. I really want you to ensure the heating system and elevators have are in working condition and have been sealed."
Abe leaves muttering under his breath. I knew what his reaction would be. It has been a long day. I need a drink and it won't be wine. When I reach my floor, four young ladies greet me: Nia, Mia, Lathia and Rabina. This is heaven, the hell with wine. Nia speaks.
"Don, have you met your new neighbors Lathia and Rabina? I know you will like them. They are very beautiful, don't you think? They are the same age as we are."
I'm embarrassed by the question. How do you tell young girls you are lusting after them? The same age as Nia and Mia ten and eleven. Shit! They look a lot older than that. The way they dress I thought for sure they were teenagers, at least.
"All you girls are beautiful. I'm glad you have met. You can all play together. Maybe we can all go to the mall or beach some time."
"When?"
It's Rabina. She looks me right in the eye as she slowly licks her lips. What are the young girls of today eating? She studies me like a piece of meat. I guess its tit for tat. She is dressed in her usual form fitting dress with no bra, from the way her nipples are screaming at me through the material. They are as long as Nia's. After yesterday, and the anxiety of today, my wish is to have the girls in bed right now. I can use their stress relieving talents.
"Don. Rabina and Lathia will be alone on Saturday. Can they visit us at the apartment?"
I certainly didn't want to discourage this; however, I did want Nia and Mia to myself. I know that their talents will be needed after this week.
"Well, I suppose, if their parents agree it would be okay. But Mr. or Mrs. Raja will have to call me."
Saturday is going to be a big day. The appraisers are going to be here to value the autos in the garage. This is my last weekend with the girls, as Janet will finish her course. She was bubbling over with enthusiasm when last we spoke.
The young ladies are still in the hall. How I wish at least one of them would accompany me. I can use some good loving. It is a long wait 'til Friday. Then there is a quiet knock on the door. When I open it, Rabina is standing there alone.
"May I come in for a moment?"
"Certainly: How can I help you?"
When the door closes she comes to me and put her arms around my neck and kisses me. I'm startled to say the least. Then I feel her tongue pushing against my lips. I put my hands on her back then feel her firm soft body finally cupping her bum cheeks. She is pushing hard against my now very evident hard on. She drops one hand to my crotch and starts to rub. It feels so good. But, I have to get control.
"Rabina, why are you doing this?"
"Because you want me too, I have been watching you checking out Lathia and I. Besides, you are a handsome man. And it feels very big down there."
Her hand continues to caress me. I am just about to lose the emotion of the moment when I feel my fly being lowered. Her cool hand grasps my spear. I lower my hands to the hem of her dress and lift up revealing a beautiful lace bikini. I lower my hand and cup her bare bum. I spread her cheeks and rub her brown star. It is small and very tight.
"That really feels good Don."
"Well if you keep rubbing me I am going to cream. Are you sure you want to do this? Are you still a virgin?"
"Oh, I have wanted to touch you since the first time dad and the family looked at the apartment. I know Lathia likes you too. I bet Nia and Mia like you the same way. I saw how you looked at each other. Yes, I am still a virgin but I hope not for long."
"When are your parents going to be home?"
"Very late tonight, after ten."
It's only six thirty. I was thinking about dinner when I reached my apartment but Rabina has changed all that. My finger has one knuckled buried in her bottom and she is pushing against me trying to get in deeper. I knew that I was going to enjoy our relationship. I hope Lathia fells the same way.
"Where are the others?"
"Waiting for me to give them a sign I have your cock out of your pants. It was a bet with Nia. I won."
"So what do you want to do?"
"Make me grown up with this, Don. The girls will leave us alone; I just have to tell them I won. Lathia will want the same thing the next time my parents are going to be late."
Life is getting better and better, two more virgins and Indian as well. Their skin color has acted as a magnet just amplifying their beauty. Rabina's hair is so soft and smells so good. Her scent is filling the room. She has had a shower recently for her hair is still damp. The minx, and her compatriots, planned this attack on a defenceless dirty old man.
"Well, I suggest you tell the other conspirators that you won and come back. I will see what I can do for you."
She wiggles her bottom dislodging my finger and straightens her dress. I watch her leave. Young girls mature much earlier than before. Rabina knows what she wants and makes no bones about it. Her sister is another beauty. With four young lovers, I should live a stress free life.
There is a soft knock on the door and Rabina enters. She looks so angelic and pure. My cock is still sticking out as hard a rock.
"I will shower. You can wait in the living room or look around the apartment."
I have very quick shower. My cock stays erect just on the thought of seeing Rabina naked. When I return to the living room, it is empty. Rabina is lying on the bed naked with her legs spread. She is massaging her clit; which is surprisingly very large. It looks like a miniature penis. It's very pronounced and very appealing. She must have heard a sound. Her eyes open and she smiles.
"I was just warming it up for you."
She moves her hand and spreads her legs. She's well developed everywhere. Her upper body is smooth and her nipples large. Her breasts are just starting to form but the effect overall is one of beauty. Her tummy's flat, her hips are maturely molded and I know her bum's very well formed. She's one very striking young lady. I sit down beside her and enjoy the view.
"Lathia and I talk about men all the time. We knew we were going to like you when we found out you lived alone."
A mat of dark hair borders her open pussy. The way she is laying spreads her luv lips exposing the pinkish moist interior. Her clitoris is remarkable long and thick. Leaning over, I start kissing her inner legs working my way up to her thighs. Her sexual scent is mild but effective. I can feel my body react moving closer to the source. The scent is fantastic. At her inner thighs, I can feel the heat on my face. My first taste of her nectar causes her body to stiffen. Her liquor is of a much greater vintage then all the wine stored in the back building. Her virgin pussy is intoxicating. When I mouth her clitoris, Rabina's body goes wild. She moves her hips towards my face with surprising strength. Her body trembles with her first climax.
"Don, that feels better than when I do it myself. Don't stop."
Continuing my assault on her clitoris, and taking time to lick up the juice that are now flowing freely, the surplus covers everything in the bed. Clean sheets will be required before retiring tonight. My hand finds her anal opening, my finger finds its goal and slides in easily. I can feel her pushing against me. Slowly my finger disappears into a warm abyss. Slowly, sawing in and out while enjoying her clitoris, her body continues to tremble with climax after climax. Sitting up leaving my fingered buried in her rosebud gives me a chance to admire her preteen body. Her small breasts are topped with thick and long nipples. Is Lathia's body the same? Stretching my body over hers, I gently suck one nipple then the other. Her ass muscle tightens on my finger to let me know she is going to cum again. My desire for Rabina increases with each contraction. My cock is now ready.
"Oh, Don, please stop. I can't take it anymore. I have never felt this exhausted from climaxes. It's a wonderful feeling. Wait `til I tell Lathia. It will drive her crazy `til she experiences this feeling."
Slowly my finger slips out of its warm home. Not wanting to leave that warm cavern, the knowledge that it would be offered to me again satisfies my desire for more. Lying beside her, my spear aims at the ceiling. Rabina looks and then touches.
"Yours is the first one I have seen. It's beautiful. It's so warm. Can I kiss it?"
"Please. Your hand feels so good. Examine it, if you like. My balls are in the sack below. Massage them softly, as I am hurting. Eating you has me very excited. I will need some relief."
"What can I do?"
"Keep rubbing it and kissing it. I like it sucked as well."
Watching, as Rabina gently handles my tool, she pulls down the foreskin and then covers the head. It fascinates her. She cups my balls, weighing them gingerly. Her soft hands exploring my body reminds me why I enjoy being with preteen girls; they are so innocent and curious. She finally convinces herself to take me orally. Watching, Rabina gently pulled back my foreskin as she engulfs the mushroom head deep in her mouth. Her tongue swirls on me, causing my body to twitch nervously. She tastes my precum. For a beginner, she is very good at giving me head. It certainly does a lot to get rid of my hurting.
"Rabina I am going to cum. You may not like the taste. Do you want to keep sucking?"
She nods her head yes and continues her vacuum like sucking. Rabina has good suction. Finally, the pressure is too much. Strings of cum shoot into her throat. I thought she would stop sucking but she is a wonder. She sucks every drop and she swallows graciously.
"Oh that was different, Don. Girls at school keep talking about sucking cocks. Now I know what they are talking about. You don't taste that bad. Some of the girls say they spit it out. Will we still be able to have sex, Don?"
"We can try. Are you having periods yet?"
"Yes, I started six months ago. Why?"
"I certainly wouldn't want to get you pregnant. I don't think your dad would be pleased."
"Does that mean we won't be able to have sex?"
"No, it means we will have to use a condom. Does your sister have periods as well?"
"Yes, actually longer than me."
"Tomorrow I will look for other birth control methods for you and your sister."
There is a supply of condoms in the night table. Selecting one, with a gold covering, I hand it to Rabina. She examines it with interest.
"What do I do now?"
"Unwrap it and put up on me."
Rabina removes the foil and slowly rolls it on my growing cock. It doesn't take long to recover when you are looking at a beautiful young girl wanting sex.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Rabina lies on her back and spreads her legs. Her pussy is very puffy and wet. I still can't believe this. My spear is against her, and then enters the tight opening. Rabina's eyes are wide open with anticipation. I can feel the resistance.
"Are you sure Rabina?"
She nods her head. My thrust burst deep into her. She gasps with shock.
"Oh, Don! I feel funny. It hurt a little, but now it feels different. Is it supposed to hurt and feel good at same time?"
"You will feel better shortly. Tell me when it doesn't hurt as much."
Slowly pumping and watching her eyes for any sign of discomfort. It doesn't take long `til her face relaxes and her eyes close. Increasing the length of my thrusts, Rabina starts to moan and her body is in sync with me. Surprisingly, she climaxes not once but three times. My ability to hold back wanes rather quickly. Hot cum shoots into the condom. Rolling onto my side I hug her. Life has been good to me.
When Rabina opens her eyes, we kiss. It's a kiss of passion. My body is trembling. My feelings defy description. We are enjoying the aura of the moment. My hand glides over her body, finally cupping her small preteen breast, then toying with her nipple. I feel good. All the stress of the last couple of days is gone thanks to Rabina.
I dress and remind Rabina not to fall asleep because she has to be home before her parents. I need to return to the back building to clean the lockers as promised. That chore only takes ten minutes. I pack everything in a garbage bag and throw it the dumpster Abe is using for trash. It will be in the landfill lost forever.
When I arrive home the following day, Abe greets me with his usual happy face. I assume he has inspected the building.
"Well what is it like?"
"It's a real shit hole. You'd be crazy to buy it."
"Abe, tell me about the building. What about the heating system and elevator?"
"Well, it is like they said; both are in good shape and sealed. While I was there the security people came around three times wanting to know what I was doing. The rest of the building is in sad shape. There are no doors on any of the apartments they are all piled in the basement."
"What else is in the basement?"
"There are two bachelor apartments, both are full of garbage. They stink like shit."
"Could you clean them up?"
"Yes, but I don't think you should even consider the building."
"That is what you said about this one. Now look what you and your brother have accomplished. We have one tenant on a lease and others are calling to view them as you complete each one. Once you are done with this building, do you have any idea what it will be worth?"
"I suppose it could be worth a bit. But you have spent a lot of money fixing it."
"True, but if I am able to fill every apartment with good tenants it will not take too many months before I am making money. I didn't pay much for the building because it was in such bad shape."
"I guess you know what you are doing."
"I must. I hired you, didn't I? How much do you think it would cost to remodel each apartment?"
"This is just a guess about five thousand per unit on average, some a little more, some less. It would take me a day or two to figure it out exactly."
After Abe leaves, I decide to put in an offer on the building. The next morning I make an appointment with my lawyer for four this afternoon. During our meeting we discuss all aspects of the offer. The offer is very low and has a clause that gives me a tax break for five years. With the building costing them a fortune every month, and no prospects of a sale for the last three years, our offer may have a chance. It gives the city approximately seventy percent of their outstanding taxes and gets them off the hook for the security. It will cost me approximately five thousand per apartment. But, my offer asks the city to hold the first mortgage at a very low rate for the next seven years. Once renovated, and rented, I should be able to recoup my principle in two years. My lawyer will present it to the city's solicitor tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Friday. I do need some rest from the hustle and bustle of the week. Nia and Mia will be here in the afternoon. Rabina and Lathia will be here as well. It is going to be a full weekend. When I get back to my apartment there is a message from Mr. Raja thanking me for allowing his daughters to visit my apartment while they are away. I smile thinking of what Rabina gave me and what Lathia wants to give. I do have a full life.
Just before I leave from work, I receive a call from my solicitor.
"Well, after the city solicitor read the offer he snorted and groaned. He told me there was no way the city would accept such a low offer. Guess what, he just called and the city's property department accepted it as presented. I don't know how you do it Don. We can close next week. All I have to come up with is fifteen thousand dollars to close."
"That isn't a problem. With the wine sales, and the possibility of the two antiques your group wants sold, I am in good shape. I will transfer funds to you today. When can I get the keys?"
"Just call the property department. I have made arrangements for you to have access as soon as it is confirmed you have insurance in place. I have already talked to your agent. He couldn't believe what you are doing. I also applied for every grant the building qualifies for so you can do the renovations. You should qualify for the maximum amount for every unit. That building is a mess."
"Well I hope to prove all of the nay Sayers wrong. I will have Abe and his brother advise me of the immediate needs. I will need security until I can get someone living in one of the apartments."
I call Abe and leave a message on his system to make sure he talks to me before going home. I need to know how quickly they can get one of first floor apartments in living condition.
On the drive home that night, my mind is working overtime. Attempting to cover every possibility is a challenge. The one thing that came to mind is to pull the crew from my building and renovate the entrance and the hallways and one apartment on the main floor of the other building. Then offer it to Abe or Adam at the same rent as they are paying for their existing residence. That will solve my security problem.
That evening when I ran this idea by Abe his mouth dropped in astonishment. First, about the news of the new purchase. But what really throws him is my offer of an apartment.
"You would let us live in your apartment building? We would get a brand new apartment for the same rent as we are paying now?"
"Yes, and I will go one further. I will give you the same deal in this building. That way I will have superintendents in both buildings on the main floor."
"Mr. Parsonss, my family and my brother would move tomorrow. The wages I receive from you are the best I have seen in nine years. You wouldn't want to see what we currently live in. If you mean it, I will move in this weekend."
"Done! I will have a lease and a contract for your services drawn up tomorrow. What about Adam? Would he be interested in an apartment across the street?"
"Are you kidding? If you saw the dump he and his family live in now you wouldn't even have to ask that question. You will be surprised how fast that apartment is renovated. I hope you realize it will cost a small fortune. This place is a palace compared to that hell hole."
"Well the grants will take care of most of it. You may have to hire more workers to get the job done. Do you have any more family that you can trust?"
"No, but there are three men on my bowling team that need work, they are all trades people but, I have to be honest with you, they have all done time."
"I really don't care about their past. If you vouch for them, then they are your responsibility. Don't do anything that will cause me to regret giving you my trust."
"Mr. Parsons, I would rather lose a leg then screw-up what I have with you. My family has never had it so good and now with a new apartment my wife would cut of my balls if I was to screw this up."
"Fair enough. Have them on the job tomorrow. I want you in that building cleaning out the main floor as soon as I have the keys. Order three more dumpsters the day you are in the building. I would assume there is tons of garbage."
"You have that right. It's even worse than this building. That building has been vacant for more than three years."
Before Abe leaves, he hands me a card. As of tomorrow, no one will be able to get into the building without a security card. The Raja's and Ravens have been issued theirs.
After Abe leaves my mind is calculating time and cost. My insurance agent will have the building covered quickly. It's likely covered now. I make a note to make sure the back building on this property is also covered. Since I didn't know it existed, I not sure if the policy covers the building in the back.
That reminds me, I haven't seen if Abe's sister has completed the cleanup. Strolling to the back, a couple of changes are obvious. There is a light above the entrance and there is a glow in the office windows, likely a nightlight. The office portion of the building is shining. The smell of fresh furniture wax is very heavy in the air. The floors and the walls have all been cleaned. With a few minor changes, I may consider using this an office for the buildings. The three rooms upstairs are clean as well. The windows are shining and I can actually see out. I don't know how she cleaned the outside of them with the heavy metal screens.
The locker room is clean as well. With all the dust and dirt removed it actually looked very impressive. I wonder if I can get a new group of twelve interested in forming a new club. It has possibilities. I make another mental note to ask Abe how much I owe his sister.
Friday is a blur. Between my job and all the telephone calls I have to field about the buildings, my hands are full all day. You have no idea how glad I will be to get home and to see the two young lovers or will it be four? Wonderful thought. They will certainly take my mind off my buildings. When I turn on the street, I am surprise at the activity with the new building. The doors are open and there is a continuous flow of people with wheelbarrows hauling trash to the dumpsters. Two are already full. Abe comes out of the building.
"Your lawyer dropped off the keys and Adam and his crew have been working all day cleaning out the junk. His apartment is nearly gutted. I have ordered the new kitchen and bathroom. Adam is now following the wiring and plumbing and will have a list of what is required shortly. He and his wife were crying when I told him of your offer of a new apartment. They couldn't believe you would do something like that."
"Well, I am being selfish really. I need to have someone I can trust in the building. Otherwise, my insurance company will insist I have a security firm patrol the building. I would sooner give your brother the break."
"Anyway, he will be forever in your debt. The other three workers are manning the wheelbarrows. They asked me how long the job would last. I told them `til every apartment is renovated. They are happy to have the work. Not too many hire people with records at your hourly rate. They won't screw up."
Adam is coming out of the building. He is covered from head to toe in filth.
"Hello Mr. Parsons. Abe, the plumbing and wiring are surprisingly in good shape. We will have to rent a commercial vacuum cleaner to get all the buildup of dust and filth out of the congruent. The pipes are copper and the PCV waste pipes are not that old. The wiring to my apartment is now alive."
As I leave, Abe and Adam are discussing the plan of attack to get the apartment completed in the shortest possible time. Adam is anxious to move in. I need a drink and to relax. I hadn't been in my apartment for twenty minutes when Nia and Mia are at the door. They both are smiling and full of life. I can feel the pressure of the day lifting from my shoulders as their enthusiasm lifts me up. They are both crawling all over me. Their young lips kiss me. I just fall to the sofa and enjoy. After an evening of refreshing lovemaking, we fall into an exhausted sleep.
Both young beauties are still sleeping when I leave the bedroom. After a coffee, I get dressed and go to the new building. When I cross the street I am surprised to see the front door open. Then I see Adam pushing a wheelbarrow. And three others follow him with more trash. It must be the three Abe hired to help.
"What are you doing here on a Saturday, Adam?"
"My wife told me she wants to move in two weeks. She has already given notice to our useless landlord. The rest are more than willing to get extra hours. All have families and this is the first real money they have seen in months."
"Where is Abe?"
"His wife has him shopping. She keeps a tight rein on him. He likely will be here this afternoon. He won't want anything to happen without his okay."
I can't believe the changes in the lobby. The garbage is all gone. There must have been marble tiles under all the filth and that old worn carpet. A high-pressure washer was used to remove the majority of the crud. The original look is very majestic. It appears that the walls are also hiding marble. Some of the faade was removed and the spot that has been washed shows promise. I make a note to suggest high-pressure steam to Abe. Headway is being made in the basement as well. The majority of the large garbage has been removed. The two bachelor apartments have also been emptied. Adam is in a real rush. Another pressure washer is set up. The elevator is still sealed.
Back upstairs, I look into the Adam's future apartment. If they can get this mess livable in two weeks then miracles do happen. All the walls are gone. There is electrical wire running behind the studs with pigtails in numerous boxes where the receptacles will be installed. There are openings in the ceiling where new wire has been run to the lights. The kitchen and bathroom aren't, both are empty spaces. Everything has yet to be installed. Notice I didn't mention the floors. I leave when I realize I am just holding up the progress.
I met Abe as I leave the building.
"I thought you were shopping with your wife."
"I was but I kept complaining so she sent me packing. I know Adam wants to get the apartment ready as soon as possible."
"Well, if you get that unit ready in two weeks you are miracle workers. The place is a mess."
"Check in two days. You'll be surprised. By the way, what will you be asking for the bachelor apartments?"
"I don't know yet. Why do you ask? You have an apartment at my building. We know where your bother will be living."
"Two of the new workers inquired. I told them I would ask. It is only them and their wives and compared to the small units they are living in now, this one is large in comparison."
"As soon as I know I will let you know. By the way, that marble in the lobby is a surprise. Do you think it will refinish?"
"Hell yes! All that needs to be done to it is cleaning and a power polish. The walls are hiding some as well. I won't know how much until we strip more off the wall. Some dummy glued that shitty carpet on the marble. It will be very impressive when it is cleaned and shining."
Abe leaves me when the contractor for the dumpsters turns up with three more empty ones. Now I know why landfill sights fill up so quickly. Waiting for traffic to clear, I notice two new SUV's parked in front of the building. Bob Lamb is standing in front of them waving at me. I thought Saturday is a day of rest?
"Don, I have to talk to you. It is important; otherwise I wouldn't have bothered you on a Saturday."
"Okay follow me. I have to find out who owns those monsters parked here."
The first thing I have to do is make sure my young houseguests are dressed. I didn't expect all this traffic. At my apartment door are four men dressed in suits.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Mr. Parsons?"
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"We are antique vehicle appraisers. Your lawyer arranged to have us here to look at some cars."
"Bob, would you please take these gentlemen to the back, I will be with you all shortly."
"Ok, Don."
As they disappear, I open the door looking to see if my lovers are up and about. They are in the kitchen eating. Both are in baby doll tops with no bottoms. I am glad they didn't have to answer the door.
"Girls, you are going to have to keep yourselves busy for a while. I didn't plan this, but I have business with a number of men this morning. I hope we can enjoy the afternoon together."
"It's okay Don. We had a wonderful time last night. Can we let Lathia and Rabina visit us in your apartment? They will be over at one. We thought you would be here."
"No problem, enjoy yourselves. If you really need me, call me on my cell. The number is beside the phone. I will be at the back building."
Both are in my arms. Their softness feels great. I can still smell our sexual scents from last night.
"You girls better bath before Lathia and Rabina come over. Both of you smell of sex."
After another kiss and a quick feel of their young bodies, I leave to go to the garage building.
Bob and the others are waiting for me at the door to the office. They all follow me to the garage part and when they see the four autos they all start talking. Bob and I go back to the office where I invite him to sit.
"Ok, Bob, what is this great emergency?"
"Well, it is about the wine. I have an offer for fifteen cases."
"Wasn't it you who told me to sell ten or twelve bottles per month to get the best price?"
"Yes, but this offer is unique. I have an offer of two thousand a bottle. Cash. But it involves the sale of every bottle of that vintage."
"You have someone stupid enough to pay twenty four thousand dollars for a case of wine? Who in the hell is that rich and that dense?"
"It is a casino and I can assure you they are not stupid. They will sell it by the bottle at double the price to the high rollers. Your supply is the largest I know of."
A casino made sense. They do have cash and I have read of winners spending a good portion of their winnings at the casino showing off. Gamblers never learn.
"You did say cash, untraceable cash."
"Yes, cash, all bills hundreds or smaller. Even with my percentage it's a lot of money."
Even after his cut it is over three hundred thousand cash. This is getting crazier by the minute.
"Okay, Don, take fifteen cases, but call me before you come over with all that cash."
"Not a problem Don. I will likely see you Monday night. I am to call them as soon as I have the cases in my possession. Your name is not part of the deal."
The purchase of this property is getting crazier and crazier. I wonder if the safe will hold that much money. When I am about to leave, the appraisers are coming out of the garage area. They all appear happy.
"We are done. These are the values. We will send you a written appraisal first part of next week. Are the autos sold?"
"I believe two are. My solicitor who arranged the appraisals wants two of them. The others are available."
"Here is my card. Please call when you know which ones are available. I have a purchaser for all four or any of them."
"Thank you. I will call you when they make their choices."
I follow them to the front of the building. Finally, I hope to join the girls and enjoy the balance of the day. But, that wasn't to be. In the lobby, two families are waiting for me. They are inquiring about apartments. They are well dressed and emulate money. I wonder how they heard about the vacancies. One couple is black the other white.
"Hello! I am Don Parsonss. Can I help you?"
"Yes, we heard that you are renovating this building and have large apartments. We would like to see them. I believe the other couple are here for the same purpose."
"The rumor you heard is correct; however, I won't have another apartment ready for at least two weeks. I just purchased the unit across the street and I have to work on it to have it secured for my insurance. I can show you a partially renovated unit."
I could have shown them mine but I have no idea how the girls are dressed and I know that Rabina and Lathia may be there as well.
"That will be fine with us. We don't need to move, but this is so close to where we work."
The four follow me to a unit on the first floor. Abe and his crew are ready for paint and wallpaper. I stand aside and let them look throughout the apartment. I can hear the couples talking to their respective spouses. I wonder if they have children.
"They are very large. What is the rent?"
When I tell them, they didn't bat an eye. I don't think money is a problem for either couple.
"I assume children are no problem?"
"No, actually, I welcome them as long as they are well behaved and respect my property. I just had a couple move in Friday with two young daughters."
"How do we get on your prospective tenant list? Do you have parking?"
"I will take your name and phone number and call you as they become available. We will have secured parking in the basement. It is well lighted and the access is controlled. All tenants have security cards to get into the building."
Both couples give me their numbers. I walk them to the front door. As they leave I notice two newer sedans parked in front. Both have children sitting in rear seats. I decide to follow them to the street to see them off. The black couple has two beautiful faces looking out the back window. I can see both are young smiling girls. This couple just moved to the top spot of prospective tenants. The other couple, I am happy to see, also has young girls. They appear to be in their early teens but, as I am very much aware, looks are very deceiving. From the little I can see, they have beautiful faces and they all look like preteens or young teens my favorite. Both couples are now on my call list.
Finally, I can go upstairs and see what is waiting for me. I have four beautiful young girls in my apartment. I know at least three of them are interested in having sex of one sort or another. The fourth, Lathia, is the only unknown but if her sister has the inside track this young virgin is also hot and horny. When I enter the apartment, the lights are low and soft music is playing. I am engulfed with a haunting scent of burning incense. What are these vixens up too? As I enter the living room I see a vision. It's Lathia.
The girls have dressed her in a short sheer white gown that doesn't cover her preteen peach. I can see the naked halves glistening in the subdued light. Lathia breasts are none existent but her nipples are very evident against the sheer gown. The girls have worked their magic with makeup. Her lips are an appealing red. They have done her eyes with shadow and liner. The effect has me hard. Lathia is a china doll.
"What do you think Don? Isn't Lathia beautiful?"
"You know she is. You girls did all this for me?"
"Yes. Rabina asked us to prepare Lathia for you. She has talking about nothing else since you had the time with Rabina. Lathia wants to be in your bed tonight. We didn't think you would be so late. Her parents will be home at nine."
It is after six, as I excuse myself to take a shower. All I can think of is the vision of Lathia, the nine-year-old, waiting for me to take her to bed with me. I still can't believe the other girls prepared her like a young goddess. It's obvious that Lathia wants to be bedded. I rush drying myself then slip on a robe.
"She is in your bedroom, Don. She has been waiting for you for nearly two hours. She is wet. I know you will like her taste."
She is sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs slightly spread. Her peach is open and moist. The light is reflecting off her damp inner lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this Lathia? You look so beautiful."
"Yes, I want you to do me. Rabina has talked about nothing else. She is hoping she will be next tonight. I know Nia and Mia love doing it too."
I'm intoxicated by the mild scent of her body. It's a scent I am not familiar with, but its breath taking. Sitting beside Lathia, and then leaning over, we kiss. Her small tongue enters my mouth and I can taste mint. Her small delicate arms are around my neck as we both fall back. Her dark eyes are shining. My hand is on her leg and rides up her thigh. She sighs as her pussy is caressed. Her peach is so soft with not a trace of hair. The heat from our bodies is very evident. Slowly my kisses walk down her body to her soft peach. Her essence is a mild in flavor and scent. She spreads her legs wide to accommodate my mouth on her pussy. After kissing her tasty pussy, my tongue takes over. Like a peach, she is very moist. Her small body reacts to this manipulation. Lathia squirms and whimpers in soft tones. Once she gets the feeling, she manages to push her soft pussy into my face. Her small bottom is bouncing up and down against me. Bringing her to her first climax, her body stiffens then collapses.
"Rabina told me about this, but it is much better than I thought."
I gently roll her to her tummy and inspect her bottom. Spreading her cheeks exposes the tightest little anus I have had the pleasure to view. Her opening has a smooth ring. My tongue flicks against it. The reaction is immediate. Lathia pushes up against my tongue.
"That feels funny, but nice. Please don't stop."
I continue to lick as she pushes against me. Her bum is so soft and smooth. Her skin shades are so appealing to me. Finally, Lathia rolls over on her back and I am looking at her moist peach. I lick all the excess juice and then move beside her. She cuddles into me and watches my cock as it pointing to the sky. Her small hand slowly reaches out and touches me.
"Don, do you think that will fit in me? It looks so big and I am so small down there."
"You will stretch to accommodate it but, if you are nervous about no one will force it upon you."
"I want to try it. Rabina keeps telling me how good it felt when you were deep in her. She really wants to do it again."
"I'm glad she enjoyed it. It's something she'll be able to repeat many times. In your case, what I'll do is lie here on my back and you can try and put it in you."
"Ok, that sounds good."
I position myself and watch her small body straddle me. She has to stand up and squat, as she is so small. Her peach opens as she stretches across my body. She lowers her body and the tip of my cock feels the searing heat of her cunny. I watch as she lowers her body. Lathia pushes against the head and winces. She is hurting.
"Don't worry, Lathia; if you can't this time, it'll happen later. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
As she looks at me with her dark bedroom eyes I can see a small tear forming. I reach up and hug and comfort her.
"It's ok Lathia. You are so beautiful just being here with you is good for me. Don't cry."
"But I haven't done anything for you."
"You can rub me and make me feel good."
She smiles and grasps me. Her small hand can't encompass my girth. I'm so horny, just the thought of his young lady keeps me panting. Her eyes are concentrating on the foreskin as she rolls it up and down. I'm so close.
"If you keep doing that I'm going to make cream."
She intensifies her efforts, grasping me with both hands and pumping. I can feel her fingers tighten up on me. I just close my eyes and let go. It's going to be a mess, but it feels so good. I raise my hips as I start to ejaculate. Lathia's small mouth tries to cover the head of my cock. Her efforts are in vain as I spew cum all over. She is covered with it. Her beautiful lingerie is plastered.
"I will wash your nighty with the sheets. We'll tell the other girls that there was just too much blood on them."
Lathia's face just beams at that suggestion. She whips off the nighty and lies beside me naked. Her small body is so well defined. With the exception of nearly no breasts, she is a miniature Venus. Her legs and hips are so well developed. We cuddle for nearly an hour.
"I need to get the things into the wash, so it will be ready for you take home."
"I can pick it up tomorrow. My parents don't know I have it. Rabina bought the nighty yesterday. Mom and dad don't buy me sexy stuff like that."
"Okay, it'll be ready tomorrow morning."
It's Lathia that tells the girls about the sheets as we walk into the living room, where they are watching television. The four of them go into a huddle and start questioning how Lathia enjoyed it. I leave them to start the laundry. That night I sleep between Mia and Nia. This is the last weekend for me babysitting. I hope Janet, their mother, lets them stay over from time to time.
Sunday is fairly quiet. I manage to fill both Nia's and Mia's cunny with fresh cream before their mom comes to retrieve them. I have really enjoyed their company for these past weeks. When Janet calls for them to come home, I can see the despair on their faces.
"Girls, don't be sad. I am sure your Mom will need some time to herself and you will be here for some weekends. I am really going to miss you two young ladies."
"We will be over as often as we can. I don't want to do without you Don."
I kiss both of them as they leave. I feel remorse as well.
The week starts off with a rush. I get a call from my lawyer telling me the first portions of the grants for the new apartment building are in. He has transferred them to my account. He told me he is surprised at the speed it came through.
Work is picking up and I have a number of assignments to complete. I have three trips out of the city this month. I don't know how I will manage.
End of part Three
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Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's What A Neighborhood Part Five
Summary: Don and Samantha continue to enhance their budding relationship once realizing their mutual interest in young girls. Some apartments in the second building have been refurbished and during the first open house three leases are signed. All the new families show definite indications of hope for new adventures with their female siblings, plus a very interesting development with one of the wives.
Keywords: M/f/f/F con
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Fictional fantasy for adults only
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors.
Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication: Saturday PM, April 24, 2004
Story codes: M/f/f/F con.
Story intro: Don and Samantha continue to enhance their budding relationship once realizing their mutual interest in young girls. Some apartments in the second building have been refurbished and during the first open house three leases are signed. All the new families show definite indications of hope for new adventures with their female siblings, plus a very interesting development with one of the wives.
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What A Neighborhood
Part 5 of 6
Another story by
Jack Spratt
Author's Note: If this is the first part you plan to read, you should download and read the prior four installments. This is a direct continuation of Part 4. If you haven't read Part 1, 2, 3 & 4, this section will not make sense. Reading all four prior parts to this point will give you the complete picture.
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"Know what?"
"About Rabina and me."
Sam is really distraught, fighting back tears.
"What about Rabina?"
"I'll leave tomorrow. I know what you must think of me."
Samantha is now crying, her body trembling with anguish, as if she is close to losing control. Shit, the last thing I need is have something like this happen, Samantha leaving. Especially now, when everything seems to be working as planned. The best part, of course, is taking the accounting load off me.
"You'll do no such thing. Think about it, how do you think I knew it was Rabina's unique taste on your moist lips?"
She looks at me cautiously and then the realization sets in. The only way I could've known the haunting taste of Rabina's wonderful pussy is that I have enjoyed the elixir between her legs so often; I can recognize her distinctive flavor. Sitting down and staring at me, and not knowing what to say, she slowly regains her composure. Samantha smiles softly when I ask.
"You like young girls too?"
"Yes, I think so. No, I know I do. But, I have only had the opportunity to enjoy younger girls like Rabina and her sister, and the same goes for Nia and Mia since I started this job. Before, I just dreamed about it. Now, I know why they cum so hard being as young as they are. You've been their teacher."
"Let's say you and I share the same tastes in preteen women."
That comment breaks the tension and she bursts out in nervous laugh. I can't help myself and I join her. Samantha leans back in her chair and pulls up her baggy skirt well above her knees, as she is laughing, allowing me to view the band of her beautiful bare thighs and just a glimpse of her thong covered pussy. She is wearing stay-ups that accent her long sexy legs. Her thong is a dark sexy red. For me it causes an instant hard on, especially since I notice the long black hairs extending beyond the thong.
"What tweaked your interest in the girls, Sam?"
"It was Mia; she had to go pee while visiting one afternoon. The bathroom door stayed open and the view fascinated me as she prepared to go pee. Watching her beautiful golden stream flowing from her pussy did something to me. I felt so excited, then ashamed for staring; but, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Just the sound of her pee hitting the water had me tingling between my legs. She inadvertently, or maybe it was on purpose, allowed me a full view her hairless pussy when she gently wiped herself. I couldn't believe the rush it caused, just looking between her legs at her naked open slit. It looked so beautiful, hairless and puffy. My body started to tingle just looking at her. It was a really strange feeling. She noticed me staring and read me like a book. Rather than pulling up her panties, she took them off. Beckoning me to follow her into the living room, she sat down on the sofa with her legs spread wide giving me a full view of her moist opening. I couldn't help myself; kneeling between her legs, first enjoying her aroma, and then her taste. She must have told the other girls because one of them comes over after school every day and spreads her legs for me to enjoy. Licking and fingering them makes my day, they often leave their panties with me. I want to do more with them, but I still haven't got the nerve to let them see me. The ache between my legs is a wonderful feeling. I rub my crotch on a pillow every night thinking of their young pussies."
"I think of pussies, young and old, all the time. Is yours wet now?"
Sam looks at me, smiling, and then nods yes. That is something to contemplate. Samantha has her composure back. She looks confident, now that her secret is also my secret.
"Have you eaten, Don? I've just taken a beef roast out of the oven. Would you like to join me for dinner?"
"I just got home from work and am famished. Lead on."
As it turns out, Samantha is a very good cook. The meal is accented with spices, and with skill from Sam's heritage; I have never experienced the flavors before. This time it is my turn to make a pig out of myself. The smile on her face as I finished my second plate shows the pride she has in her accomplishment. After dinner, I dry dishes. Being this close to her, her exotic scent has me in an aroused state. Her small breasts stand out from her body needing to be appreciated. She would be a knockout in the proper wardrobe. My desire to do more with Sam, multiplies tenfold. She must be physic; her arms are around my neck. Leaning over, I lift her, carrying her to her bedroom. Gently depositing her on the bed, one hand rubs her small firm breasts. Feeling Samantha's small, but very hard nipples tells me she is obviously aroused. Her arms encircle my neck, pulling me off balance falling on her. As enjoyable as this is, I want to feel and see her bare skin. It isn't long before that hideous blouse is on the floor. Her titties are enclosed in an ugly granny type white cotton bra. Fortunately, only one hook in the back is holding it together. Once released, it exposes two of the perkiest breasts. Samantha's complexion is flawless; her tits are topped with hard dark rosy nipples. Her breasts are so small I can mouth them. Samantha's olive toned skin glows. I savor the thought of removing her skirt and thong. My mouth is on one breast and then the other. Samantha moans with pleasure. With two buttons undone, this relieves her of her skirt. Now she is before me only in her thong.
Samantha's belly button is the smallest of all the girls I have loved, even the youngest preteen. With my mouth close to my goal, her sexual scent goes straight to my already hurting dick. The crotch of her panties is soaked with her essence and amplifies the scent. My body is trembling and my hands are shaking as my fingers pull on the waistband. Lowering them ever so slowly, her full matt of soft long dark hair comes into view. Sam's pussy is petit, but her vaginal lips are full and puffy, the labia protrude just enough to make them noticeable. They glisten with moisture. Leaning into her crotch, my tongue tastes her juice. Spreading her soft lips reveals the soft pink interior of her pussy. Quickly, I lap up her flowing elixir. Her body is moving from side to side as she moans with pleasure. Sam's clitoris is the smallest I have ever had the pleasure of trying to suck. Everything about her is minute. While sucking her clitoris, she keeps moaning the word `no'. Finally, my manipulations bring her to a thundering climax. Crawling beside her, I hug her small body to me.
"Have you had sex before?"
The frightened look in her eyes, tell me this is the first time she has experienced what her pussy can do for her. Not so unbelievable, as she is still a virgin at twenty. She has an apprehensive look on her face.
"I am not going to do anything, unless you want me too."
"I am sorry Don, but I just can't. This is all new to me. I have never felt anything like what you did with your tongue before."
"Don't you masturbate?"
She has a very sheepish look on her face, like she is embarrassed.
"No, I don't know how."
"Well, you should, it is good for you. That is what the girls enjoy when you lick their preteen pussies, being masturbated. When you get up the nerve, they will do it to you if you show them your beautiful pussy."
"You think I am beautiful?"
"And a lot more. You are so small, like a lovely China doll. With your looks and body you should be dressed as a fashion model."
Cuddling against me, her small hand finds what has been pushing against her tummy, my erect cock. When Sam realizes what she is handling she pulls away as if she has been burnt.
"That feels good, Sam."
"You like being touched?"
"Oh, yes, especially by you and the girls."
She takes another chance and feels me again, sitting up and actually studying my engorged tool. Her fingers can't encircle the shaft, her hand is so small. Enjoying the sensation, I lie back and let her manipulate my cock. The way I feel it will not be long before she gets the shock of her life. When the first shot of cum erupts, it gets her just below her upper lip and nose, unconsciously she tastes my cream with her tongue. Her face doesn't indicate any disgust, just surprise. Gobs of hot, fresh cum drips from her body, the look on her face is priceless. The next two shots streak up about five inches and falls back on her legs. She looks at me in shock, surprise and wonderment at what has just happened. The good part is she absentmindedly cleans the hot cum off her lower lip with her tongue.
"I ejaculated, Samantha. It feels fantastic. I needed it."
"I have never seen it happen before. It doesn't taste bad. Actually, you are the first man I have seen like this. It wasn't something my parents would have condoned and, since I have been on my own, I haven't had time for any male company or boyfriends."
"That goes to prove there are a lot of stupid males around."
She smiles and gets out of bed and disappears to the bathroom, returning with a damp facecloth and tissues. She uses the tissue to absorb the majority of cream from my thigh then uses the damp facecloth to clean up the remainder. She handles my soft cock with great respect and then cuddles into my arms and relaxes.
"This is nice, Don. I am glad you are happy with my work. I don't want to leave."
"Samantha, I've a few more chores for you."
"What would those be?"
"Abe mentioned you had some interesting ideas for decorating. What I would like you to do is decorate one of the finished apartments. I also want you to become my rental agent, interviewing the new prospective tenants."
"Me, are you sure? I don't have the clothes for a rental agent."
"Yes, I am sure you will be a great agent. You are smart, well educated and beautiful. Target young professionals with preteen daughters. Men will love talking to you; women will notice how young you are for the position. I think that will help make up their minds to rent with us. Once the buildings are full, I will be in position to increase your salary. Tomorrow, we will go and get you a business wardrobe."
Samantha hears one thing.
"Increase my salary, really?"
"Yes, of course and an apartment as well."
"I have an apartment. I like living here."
"Well, if you change your mind, you can have an apartment in either building. I'd like to rent the garage as well. It is a shame to leave it empty."
"Tell me what rent you would like and I will make up some ads for the local papers."
"That sounds good. We can talk about it tomorrow over dinner at the mall, when I take you shopping for a new wardrobe."
"You will buy me clothes. Why?"
"Because, I can and I want too. As you said, you'll need a better wardrobe to greet the prospective tenants."
Later that evening, it takes me nearly an hour to come up with what I think is a satisfactory rent for the garage. In an email, the rental information is sent to Samantha, as well as a request that she locate someone to provide a value and, hopefully, a means of cashing in on the tools and vintage signs that line the garage walls. Those types of items, like the wine, will never have any interest for me.
In the morning, Abe is at my door very early. He is in a good mood, proud of the accomplishments of his staff. Four apartments will be ready this week. He seems more than appreciative of the fact that Samantha will be responsible for the decoration decisions and will also act as our rental agent. If Abe has any problems, he can immediately talk with Samantha instead of waiting for me.
They are making good progress on the next floor as well. The hall carpets have been lifted, revealing more marble. With any luck, the elevators will be approved for operation very shortly making it much easier to maneuver between floors. The safety check, by the engineer, is taking forever. Currently, we have to use the stairs, which makes it difficult moving equipment from floor to floor. The upper floors haven't sustained as much damage as the first two. That will cut down on the cost per unit. I head for my office to slave for the day.
Just before leaving, I call Samantha confirming she'll be ready for dinner and a trip to replenish her wardrobe. She still feels uncomfortable about me buying what is necessary for her new responsibilities, but agrees and will be waiting for me at her apartment. There are a number of excellent woman's apparel stores, as well as the Gap and Victoria's Secret, in the local mall. Envisioning Samantha's lithe body fitted in sexy lingerie, instead of her horrible cottons, has me smiling appreciatively.
Driving to her office, I leave the Suburban running to keep it warm. Samantha is lacking seasonal clothing, including a decent coat. She is ready.
"Don, I will pay you back every cent you spend tonight. I have already saved over a thousand dollars since working here."
"Let's worry about that later. Tonight, we are going to enjoy dinner at a fine restaurant, and buy you a new wardrobe."
After seating her in the Suburban, I quickly return to the office and retrieve four thousand dollars. Every time I view that mountain of cash, I smile. During the trip to the mall, Samantha shows me a list of what she intends to purchase, one of everything with a maximum price written beside it. She must have done all her shopping at Value Village. With the little I know about the prices of women's clothing, her maximums will not cut it.
The walk from the vehicle to the mall has her shivering. A fashionable coat will cost more than what she suggested for her complete wardrobe. Once in the mall, she heads for Wal-Mart. Slipping my arm under hers, I direct her to Victoria's Secret. She is protesting all the way, inside the store, a young clerk see our antics.
"Miss, would you please fit the young lady with at least four sets of matching lingerie, and any accessories you think appropriate. Just call me when you are done."
In a panic, Samantha protests and then watches as I leave the store. The clerk leads her to the interior. Time is flying by. Now I am hoping that Samantha reappears before the clothing stores close. Finally, she appears. After paying, we head out with two large bags.
"Don, what you paid for one bra would have been enough to buy a dozen practical ones at Wal-Mart."
"You deserve the best. Don't you think that Victoria Secret's clothing looks good on you."
She smiles, a blush filling her face.
"They are so soft and lacy. They do feel good. I am wearing one of the new bras now. I feel so sexy."
At the Gap, I have another clerk assist her. Three casual sets, for when she is working in the office and a winter coat that she will wear tonight. At least these clothes will fit her petit body. Finally, at a very sheik clothing store, she is persuaded to buy two business dresses and two business suits. My mind already has her in a form-fitting suit showing prospective clients the apartments. The clerk assures us all the modifications will be done by tomorrow. The only thing left is some proper shoes. The store next door provides her with five pairs, a variety to match her outfits. All the time, Samantha is muttering to herself. The part I pick up is that I am crazy for spending so much on so little.
After lugging all her purchases to the Suburban, and a short drive, we finally arrive at the restaurant. Then, after a very satisfying meal, where she also protested about the prices, commenting she could have made the same meal for less than a quarter of the bill, we return to the Suburban. She looks angelic in the new coat, the collar accenting her face. Her eyes are sparkling.
"Don, you're crazy. We could have gone to Wal-Mart and got everything I needed."
"Look at the wardrobe as your Christmas Gift."
At her apartment, I help her with all the bags. She offers me a coffee, which I accept and then she disappears into the bedroom with her purchases. When she returns she is wearing a new lounging robe, it seems the clerk at Victoria's Secret took me at my word. It is off-white with a very silky finish. Her hair is in a ponytail and she has applied fresh lip-gloss. She is a sexually intoxicating sight.
"Do you like the robe? The young lady at Victoria Secret insisted that I buy one. What did you tell her anyway?"
"To make sure you had everything you needed in lingerie."
She looks at me then unties the belt, slowly opening the robe. Her bra and thong are the same color as the robe. She looks ravenous in the outfit, especially compared to the granny type she wore last night.
"Wow. You look fantastic."
"I feel so embarrassed. Everything is so dainty, nothing is really practical."
"Don't be embarrassed. With your body you should be proud of the way you look. Forget practical, think of comfort and how nice everything feels against your skin."
She is close enough to me that her scent hits me. Hell, I want to reach out and grab her, but I keep my animal instincts in check. She moves closer and is in my arms. Her lips meet mine.
"Thank you, Don."
Breaking, she serves coffee. She doesn't bother fastening her robe. She looks better than I had envisioned. Her petite body is made for sexy lingerie.
Leaving her shortly thereafter, and sporting a hard on, I have a fitful sleep.
During the week, Abe and Samantha decorate and furnish a model suite. Each night when I don't see Samantha, there is always something in my email from her. She has arranged three showings during the coming weekend, ten, eleven and twelve o'clock in the morning. During the week, the elevators have been licensed for operation, and work on the second floor is in full swing and almost completed. Part of Abe's crew is on the third and fourth floors, as well stripping the hall floors of the rugs and revealing more hidden marble.
The building where my apartment is located is taking the back seat to the renovations across the street. With the exception of finishing off Abe's apartment, nothing much has been done. This building is sound and really doesn't need the massive cleanup the other building does. Hiring more men is out of the question, as Abe wants to have a hand in everything. More men wouldn't fit his style nor accomplish that much without proper supervision.
One evening, there is an email from Sam requesting me to come and talk to her. I head to her apartment and she welcomes me in.
"I did it, Don."
"Did what?"
"Nia was here today. She came home early. When she sat on the sofa, I actually undressed for her. She told me I was beautiful in my bra and thong. She grabbed my hand and walked me straight into the bedroom. You were right; having her eat my pussy was breath taking. I wanted more and more. I can't believe how good it felt to cum with her tongue in my pussy. She even stuck her finger in my asshole. Never in my life have I felt something like that, but I did cum three times. I am going to let the other three see me."
"They'll all react like Nia. You're beautiful."
"I just wanted to thank you, Don."
Samantha comes to me and has me sit on the sofa. Kneeling, she surprises me by lowering my fly and fishing out my raging hard-on. Then she does the unthinkable, for her; she engulfs the head and starts sucking me. After hearing her tale about Nia, it has me wired for sound. It isn't long before my hot sperm is flowing in gob after gob down her throat. Samantha doesn't lift her head, but continues sucking and swallowing until my cock is a soft stub.
"Nia told me you like that. Did I do well?"
"You certainly surprised me. You did great."
"Good. I'm glad you liked it. You've fucked Nia?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I think someone has, her pussy is so accessible, and my tongue easily fits into her. She told me I'm so tight. She teased me about still having my cherry at my age."
"I would be glad to remedy that."
"You will, but not yet. Until then, I'll gladly suck you."
"It's a deal. But, until then, I want to enjoy your body as well."
Before returning to my apartment, she offers me her very wet pussy to enjoy. Seeing her naked body, her glowing skin is a real treat. Considering the young girls and now Sam, I thank my lucky stars nightly.
Walking to the front of the apartment building, the wind whips my face. Hell, I am sure there will be snow by morning. Winter is upon us. Once in the foyer, the welcome heat hits my face. After a hot shower, I'm ready for bed. It has been a wonderful day.
The weather doesn't improve on Friday; so I leave work early to beat the traffic. One of my concerns is the showings Sam has arranged for Saturday. If the weather is too bad, they may cancel. Making myself a well-deserved Black Russian; I sit and enjoy a quiet moment. The door chime kills the mood. Opening the door, I'm face to face with Rabina.
"Hi Don. Can I come in?"
"Of course, you know you and your sister are always welcome. Where is Lathia?"
"She is out shopping with mom and dad. So I thought I would visit."
"I wouldn't go out in this weather either if I don't have too. How much time do you have?"
"Maybe two hours. More than enough, don't you think?"
What a way to enjoy a miserable Friday evening, in the arms of a young beautiful preteen. Rabina enjoys every form of sex imaginable. She and her sister enjoy each other and often team up with Mia and Nia. One of her favorites is anal. From the day she lost her anal cherry, she offers her bum rather than her pussy. For one so young, she can cum with very little stimulation of her asshole.
"Come in. I was hoping something nice would happen after the lousy weather. I'm glad you came."
Walking by me, she leads to the bedroom. There is no need for foreplay with her. I have to slow her down most times. I enjoy eating her tasty pussy and just feeling her young supple body. Her boobs are now showing, her nipples are large, a deep rosy color. I enjoy sucking them, as she is able to climax just with nipple stimulation; she's one very sensitive girl. She's an all-around lover. The surprising thing is all four of my young lovers have not looked for any other lovers but me. I really feel honored.
After enjoying Rabina's moist pussy my face is coated with her juice. Propping my head on my hand and elbow on the bed, I enjoy the beauty between her legs. Her pussy is puffy and moist, her juice continues to seep downwards coating her asshole. Just touching and caressing her softness is so relaxing. After bringing her to the brink three more times she rolls onto her stomach, her soft bum will now be facing me. Caressing both cheeks again and enjoying the soft feel of her skin, Rabina reaches back and spreads her cheeks exposing her beautiful stretched welcoming rose bud. Its rim is wrinkled from the numerous times we have enjoyed anal. Using a small dab of KY Jelly, she is prepared for love. My cock easily slips into her. This is a feeling I will never get used to or get enough of. With my eyes closed, I enjoy the smooth easy strokes in heaven. The key for me is to stroke in Rabina's tightened passage while she holds her breath. The final exhaust of air tells me she has cum. After her second cum, it is my turn. Thick cream surges from me. Finally, I am exhausted both physically and sexually. My cock slips out of its' home and we snuggle. It is hard to keep awake, but I have to remain alert. It wouldn't be prudent to have Rabina return home late with no explanation where she was considering the inclement weather.
Waking her, I point out the time; she kisses me and runs to the bathroom. I keep a supply of everything my lovers need to clean up before going home. Glancing down, my flaccid cock is coated with KY Jelly and cum. Rabina bounds out of the bathroom, dressed, her hair combed.
"I am glad you were home, Don. I really miss being with you."
"You are welcome anytime."
After a quick kiss she disappears. I make a quick trip to the shower, then to bed for a welcome very restful sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
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Waking up the next morning, there is still a lingering odor of sex in the room; thoughts of being deep inside Rabina last night flood my mind. What a feeling. Hell, I have slept in. It is twenty to ten. In the kitchen, I prepare the coffee and then shower and shave. Quickly downing the first cup of coffee, I savor the second one. The weather is still miserable, but the snow has held off, so Sam's showings should happen. Curiosity gets the better of me. After dressing I head across the street. There are a number of very expensive vehicles parked in front of the building; if they belong to the prospective tenants at least they are well heeled or deep in debt.
Crossing the street, and then entering the building, the welcome heat takes the chill out of my body. The sounds of voices fill the halls. Samantha is leading two families; she is outlining the features of the apartments and the building, stressing all the security measures that will be in effect. The security system is taking a little longer than the elevator's approval. Abe is in the hallway polishing a panel of marble.
"Good morning Abe! I am surprised to see you working. Today is your day off."
"Wife told me to get out of the apartment while she cleans. She says I get in the way. I noticed this panel still had some glue on it yesterday. So here I am."
"How are the showings going?"
"Good, I think. One family is still in the apartment Samantha showed them, measuring windows and floors, a man and wife with three young girls. They seem impressed with the size of the unit."
Down the hall, a man approaches us. He is well dressed and appears to be looking for Samantha.
"Can I help you?"
"I am looking for the agent; do you know where she is?"
"The last time I saw her she had two families in tow, may I help you?"
"Maybe, do you have anything to do with the buildings?"
Abe makes a very quite snort and turns his head to keep from laughing.
"I guess I do, I own it."
"Sorry, I didn't know. I would like to talk about the apartment. My wife and children are impressed."
Following him to the apartment, it takes will power not to show interest in his family. His wife is a petit young woman, not much bigger than Sam. However, it's their three daughters that have me hurting. They are images of his wife, small, but with all her beautiful features. I am guessing at their ages, from ten and up. All are in low rider jeans showing an expanse of beautiful white skin. The oldest is sporting lemon-sized breasts, the other two have protrusions.
"I'm sorry, I'm Frank Adams, and this is my wife Joan and our three daughters, Alice, Shannon and Jayden."
"I'm Don Parsons. It is a pleasure to meet you and your family. How can I help you?"
After clearing up a few minor points about what the lease entails, he and his wife move to the kitchen to confer in private, giving me time to study the young girls. They are curious about me as well. The oldest, Jayden, has a very interesting smile and locks her eyes to mine. She purposely pushes her chest out, accenting her developing breasts. I can feel my lower friend's interest increasing. Her eyes divert to my crotch, where my hero is attempting to embarrass the assembled crowd. The smile on her face confirms she knows what she is doing. Her sisters are also watching the interplay. Behind me, I hear movement.
"Mr. Parsons, we would like to sign a lease. When would we be able to move in?"
"Miss Wilson will be able to help you with the lease, and my foreman Abe, the gentleman in the hall, will give you a date. He will arrange to have some of his workers assist your movers on moving day. If you will wait a few moments, I will locate her."
Leaving the Adam's in the apartment, I locate Sam with the others potential clients in an apartment. Advising her that the Adams would like to complete a lease, she leaves the two families with me. One family is only a couple; however, the wife will add to the visual beauty of the building. Her beautiful black complexion glows, her body is like Venus. The other couple consists of a mom and dad and two very energetic young preteen girls, both sporting very interesting bodies. They move into the kitchen.
I introduce myself to the couple, they are Ray and Sangeeta Saxena. After answering numerous questions, they also advise me they are interested in signing a lease. Excusing myself, I can only hope that Samantha is free. This is getting a little crazy.
Finding Sam, I accompany her to the Saxena's. She advises me that the Adam's have signed a lease; she has a very satisfied smile on her face. I head for the young couple with the two girls; they are still in the kitchen. Their parents ask numerous questions and are definitely interested in the apartment. I'm definitely interested in their two preteen daughters. Watching the girls, as I talk with their parents, I get the feeling both the girls are studying me; mind you, I could be paranoid. The girls keep me on my toes; every time I try to sneak a look at them, they catch me and smile. Both lick their lips in a very sensual fashion. Of course, my over active imagination is reading all sorts of erotic interpretations into the action.
In the hall, I hear Sam talking to Abe asking him to arrange a moving date with the Adams. She enters the apartment.
"I can take over now, Mr. Parsons. Are there any questions?"
Excusing myself, I leave, but not before taking one last look at the beauties. They are still watching me; their smiles say they are also interested in me. That's something I hope is more than my wishful imagination. The Adams' are leaving.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Parsons; we will be part of your group of tenants. Abe was very helpful; he has arranged to have help for us on the first."
"Abe is a very good man. I'm happy to have you as tenants."
As they walk by me, Jayden gives me a stare and a smile. There is something about her that gives me reason to think she will be a willing addition to my circle of preteen lovers. Watching her walk to the entrance shows she is very well put together, her bum is filling her jeans, her bum crack very pronounced.
"Well, Abe, Samantha has a signed lease for one apartment. The other two couples seem very interested as well. We will have additional open house's every second weekend until they are all rented."
"We have lots of work to do, but I think we will have the second floor ready by next weekend."
"That's good news."
"Things have been going well, the more we do the better we get. The men know exactly what to do each time they start a new apartment."
"Keep up the good work; we may have two more new tenants shortly."
Down the corridor Samantha is walking towards us. Abe excuses himself and returns to cleaning the marble. Watching Samantha move is like watching water flow, so graceful; fluid in motion. She is carrying a large portfolio of papers.
"Don, I have three signed leases with deposits. I feel so good."
"You did well Sam, the first open house and three apartments are leased and it is not two o'clock yet. Did you have any problems?"
"No, I answered all their questions and everyone seemed quite satisfied."
"What about the couple?"
"That would be Ray and Sangeeta Saxena; they mentioned they want to start a family. The large apartment gives them the opportunity for a nursery."
All I can think of is I would love to help her start her family. I can still see her eyes boring a hole in me. Then my thoughts went to Jayden. I hope, how I hope, she is as curious as I think she is. The three families all plan to move in on the same day. It will be a madhouse for the men.
Walking to my building, I feel the urge to make love, but haven't a partner. As I open the door, Ruth, Nia's and Mia's mom is heading out.
"Hi, Don. It's cold today."
"Hello Ruth, where are you off too?"
"I have an appointment at one and then I plan on doing some shopping. The girls will be alone, but as you are aware they can take care of themselves."
"That is very true, they're good girls."
I watch as the door closes and Ruth disappears from sight. I wonder where Nia and Mia are. I certainly could use both of them in bed right now. In the apartment, I still have enough coffee left for another cup. After Samantha's open house and three signed leases, I feel good about the world. The more money that pours in the less I have to drain from my reserves. The ringing telephone brings me back. It is Samantha. She has two things to discuss.
"Don, I feel so good. Would you like to come to dinner tonight?"
"It would be my pleasure, actually why don't we go out for dinner? My treat for you doing such a good job."
"Well, it's my job, but if you like, I'd love it. What time?"
"Let's say six. I'll get a reservation, and if there are any changes I will let you know."
"Good, another thing, Mrs. Saxena says she would like to come over and measure for window dressings. I gave her your number, as well as mine. Is that okay?"
I can feel my cock reacting to the news. Seeing Mrs. Saxena again would be great, especially if she is alone. All sorts of thing are possible, wishful thinking on my part.
"Not a problem, see you at six."
With the reservation taken care of, what is needed now is someone to take care of the ache between my legs. After imagining all sorts of wonderful things with the black goddess Sangeeta, I need relief. The sound of the door chime solves the problem. Both Nia and Mia are at the door. They are miniatures of Sangeeta and very willing to accommodate me.
"Mom is gone until late this afternoon; we thought you would like some company."
Both are sporting full-length robes, which they drop as soon as the door is closed. Their matching bras and thongs certainly put more stiffness in my now fully erect cock. The girls love all aspects of sex, oral, anal and vaginal. They move past me to the bedroom where we have enjoyed many romps in the hay. They lay side by side, legs spread, and displaying the dampness of their thongs. The sexual scent permeates the room, with my face in one crotch, and then the other, their bouquet rattles my senses. Both lift their hips to accommodate the removal of their thongs.
Sucking the offered pussies, each girl has a wild climax with the assistance of my tongue. Their juice is plentiful, and as I enjoy it, the thoughts of how good Sanpete would taste rattles through my mind.
Enjoying Nia, Mia moves down the bed and I feel her moist mouth engulfing me. Both are accomplished cocksuckers. Mia caresses my shaft as she sucks; Nia has my ears in her hands pulling my face into her cunt as she climaxes. She then releases me, lying beside me; she grabs her knees pulling them to her chest exposing her wrinkled asshole. Licking from her asshole to her clitoris has her body trembling with sexual explosions. Mia is bringing me to the edge, her appetite for hot cum is unquenchable. When the surges starts, her grip on my shaft intensifies, her sucking never quits. After draining me, she moves beside me and both girls snuggle.
"Don, we really miss this. I wish mom would take another course on the weekends so we could stay like we used too."
"Me too, I looked forward to my time with you girls."
Kissing each one, then pulling them close, we all enjoy the time we have together. Naked young girls are a visual candy and should be savored as often as possible. The sound of the telephone brings me back to reality with a jolt. It is nearly four thirty, the girls have to get dressed and return to their apartment before their mother returns. Watching them retrieve their thongs, they look at each other then throw them at me. Leaving me alone in bed, the door closes, indicating they have left. With their panties at my face, I relive a bit of this afternoon. I love the smell of a woman, even if they are preteens.
Showered and dressed for this evening's date with Samantha, I am at the back promptly at six. Inside the garage office, I sit and wait. I call up the stairs to let her know I'm here. The office is neat and tidy, a woman's touch. A number of pictures have been added to make the office area a bit homier. Sounds of movement have me looking towards the stairway. Samantha is coming. I nearly swallow my tongue. She looks radiant. Her black dress is molded to her slight body, accenting her small but beautiful breasts; her coat is over her arm. She is wearing dark red heels and accessories to match. The dress ends two inches above her knees showing more skin than her usual outfits. As far as I am concerned, the hell with dinner, she looks like dessert.
"Hello Don, have you been waiting long?"
"Not really, but it's worth every minute of it, seeing you dressed as you are. All the males will be jealous of me tonight."
Although it's difficult to see Samantha blush, this time it's obvious. Helping her with her coat, her scent gives me more reasons to want to stay home, but that isn't to be. Helping her into the Suburban gives me a glimpse of her legs and inner thigh that disappears into the darkness. Images of her naked body flash before me. With all the young ladies I have enjoyed, Samantha's slight body has me panting. Her cherry is still intact, I keep hoping she will let me remedy that dilemma, could tonight be the night?
It takes a few minutes to feel the heat causing Sam to open her coat. The dress highlights her perky breasts. It is hard to keep my eyes on the road, between sneaking a peeks. As usual, she is aware of my antics and just smiles.
"You have seen everything before Don, what is the big deal now?"
"Samantha, there is no way on this earth I could ever get enough of your body and, besides, you smell so good. I'd love to make dinner out of you."
Again, she blushes. She may be embarrassed at my interest and talk, but she enjoys the attention. As I envisioned, Samantha turns many heads, both male and female, as we are escorted to our table.
This's a far cry from sharing take-out with her the first time we met, when she was attempting a new career as a hooker. Fortunately, for her, I was her first john.
The meal is excellent, but I'm still looking at Samantha as dessert. I can wish can't I? Sam is enjoying dessert as I indulge in my second coffee. Watching her movements as she eats, her pursed lips seem to be beckoning me to kiss them. She surprises me by placing her small hand on mine. This is the first act of affection in public. Her hands are so dainty compared to my massive paws. Making eye contact, I'm sure the feeling of mutual need is being radiated between us. My need is rising, not only metaphorically, but physically as well. Thank goodness the girls took the edge off this afternoon, or I would be in hellish shape right now.
"Thank you, Don, for a wonderful meal. Sometimes it is good to let someone else do the cooking."
"It's well deserved Samantha. Leasing three apartments during our first open house is far beyond my expectations. And the bonus is two families have preteen girls."
"I had no doubt you'd notice that. I also saw how Mrs. Saxena looked at you. She is a man eater."
"Really, I never noticed."
"You lie."
Sam gives me a playful whack on the arm, and then brings her hand back to mine. Just feeling her warm skin in my hand has me thinking I want more, a lot more. The conversation is mainly shoptalk. Another open house is planned for two weeks hence, as this weekend three families will be moving in. The two weeks will give Abe and his crew a chance to finish a couple more units on the second floor and perhaps some on the third. Yesterday's tour showed great improvements in the hallway, the marble just shines; even Abe had to admit he was impressed.
The new week is a beehive of activity, not only is good progress being made on the second floor, but all the finishing touches on the first have been completed. The hallways gleam, now that all the original finishes have been restored. The elegance is obvious; everywhere you look there is a reflective shine. Recalling the mess it was originally, and as it is now, one has to wonder about the history of the building, how it managed to become so run down.
During the week, some of the new tenants have arranged with Samantha to move some of their things into their apartments, prior to the weekend. They have all signed leases and have paid the first and last month's rent. Returning home one evening, there is a note from Sam on my door with a time, asking me to talk to Mrs. Saxena who is in her apartment taking measurements. Just the thought of Sangeeta has my body trembling. I wonder what she needs me for, as Samantha has the authority to answer any questions she may have.
It's a beautiful evening. The traffic is light at this time so crossing the street isn't a hazard, as it is during the day. The building looks impressive at this time of night. All the original lights have been replaced; the main entrance is now bright and clean. There is evidence that Abe has been working on the security for the building, as there is a number of wires located to my left all ending up in a junction box on the vestibule wall. When finished, a security key pad will be installed and will give the tenants a significant level of security. An unobtrusive call box will be installed for visitors to contact a tenant. No door buzzers to preclude a false entry
Inside the hall it is very quiet with the exception of an occasional bang. There are still workers on the second floor. Abe gets the maximum effort from his men. I have to admit I have never seen anyone so grateful as my employees. All are living in my buildings, in apartments refurbished by them. The cost to me is minimal, just a reduction in the rent. They have repaid me many times over with expert workmanship. Abe will accept nothing less.
At Mrs. Saxena's door, I press the buzzer and the chimes sound in the apartment. Waiting momentarily, the door opens and I am gazing at Sangeeta, dressed in a light blue leather ensemble consisting of slacks and a jacket, both of which have been tailored to fit her body. Her dark brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail, her lips are full and coated with a kiss me lip-gloss. Her perfume swamps me.
"You wanted to see me, Mrs. Saxena."
"Yes, I do, but please call me Sangeeta."
She stands aside and allows me to pass, closing the door. The hair on the back of my neck seems to be standing out straight as I attempt to control my desires. I have no idea at this point if Sangeeta is even interested in straying from her husband. All I can do is hope.
"Miss Wilson was kind enough to allow me to have some new furniture delivered. What I need is a man's input to see if it is arranged properly."
"I will do my best."
Following her really has my every corpuscle humming. The leather is molded to her bottom, I have no idea how they got it to bury itself in her ass. Her legs are long and sensual; her perfume continues to do a number on me. They have had a new king sized bedroom suite delivered. The room is arranged as only it could be, considering the size of the bed and its' accessory pieces. One thing odd is that it has been made. Everything matches; it is a perfect love nest. She didn't need me to tell her that.
"Sangeeta, it looks perfect. All the room needs is a few of your favorite pictures and it will be complete."
Sangeeta's expression tells me she is happy with the complement. She moves in front of me, close enough to brush me. Did she do it on purpose? She leans over and puffs up a pillow, giving me another view of her magnificent derriere. Now I'm uncomfortable. Where is her husband?
"Ray didn't accompany you?"
"No, he had to go out of town and won't be back till tomorrow. He has arranged time off on the weekend for us to move. We picked out the bedroom suite Sunday. I don't know how to thank you for letting us have it delivered here before our lease starts."
We are eye to eye, her long tongue does its' quick lick of her full lips, making them seem to glow in the light. Looking at her, I can think of a way she can thank me, but there are still not enough signs for me to act. She could be just flirting with me.
"I wonder if you could feel the sheets and tell me if you think my husband will appreciate them. They are silk."
Watching her roll down the bed and expose the black sheets, I stand beside her and feel the soft texture. She hasn't moved and we are close enough for me to be aware of the heat of her body. This isn't good.
"I know Ray will be more than happy. I certainly would."
Standing, I tower over her by at least eight inches. Looking down she is staring up at me, her brown eyes are drowning pools. Her lips seem to be screaming at me to lean over and kiss them. This is getting touchy. Then it happens, she moves towards me and, considering we are inches apart, our bodies touch. I lose it.
When our lips touch, it is like a shock of electricity that runs through my body. My arms have a mind of their own and encircle her pulling her luscious body into me. Surprisingly, her arms encircle my neck, our lips are locked. Sangeeta uses her body to pull me off balance; we both fall to the bed.
Cupping a leather-covered breast, my fingers find a very hard nipple. As we continue the kiss, she moans softly. My explorations continue as my hand runs over her flat tummy and to her pussy. The leather at her crotch feels very warm. My imagination is working overtime. Hell, I want more.
Breaking our embrace, Sangeeta slowly lowers the zipper on her blouse. She has my undivided attention. Her blue semi transparent blouse is of a soft material with the bra a similar shade and trimmed with lace. When she lowers the zipper on her slacks, I stand and undress. She is watching me and I am just as intent on discovering her as she exposes more. When she sees my raging hardon, she rewards me with a smile, and then wiggles out of her slacks. Her thong matches her bra; it is very damp at the crotch.
Now beside her, I explore her body. Her bra slips off revealing two very hard rosy nipples. Tasting each one rewards me with her moans. Her scent continues to have me reeling. Sangeeta has the deepest belly button I have seen in a while. She goes wild when my tongue flicks in it.
"Please don't, that gets me so horny."
That is the wrong thing to tell me at this point. My tongue and mouth continue its assault on her belly button. My keen sense of smell picks up her vaginal aroma. It's heady and robust. She senses my interest and lifts her hips for the removal of her thong and exposing a beautiful set of love lips with her minor labium extending at least two inches like a lotus blossom. Her clit is extended as well, nearly an inch in length. Latching onto it with my lips brings her to the brink for the first time. Her breathing stops, her back arches then she cums. Her love juice seems to flow; a man would never die of thirst between Sangeeta's legs. Sucking her labia gives a continuous taste of her. Leaning back and supporting my head on my hand, I enjoy the view. Her pussy is a panorama of beautiful colors, dark brown, some grey and then a marvelous welcoming pink, moist and very aromatic. What a perfect design. She lifts her knees and spreads her legs, exposing a beautiful rosebud. It has numerous loose wrinkles that are an indication she has shared it with Ray, or some lucky guy, many times. It is something to contemplate for the future, assuming our relationship continues.
Between her legs, my shaft slips into heaven. Her vaginal muscles do their work on my shaft. Within minutes, my shaft is splaying hot sperm into her unprotected opening. Relief floods through me. We lay joined for what seems an eternity. Finally, my limp member slips out of a very wet home.
Later, watching her wiggle into her leather slacks has me wanting more. She leaves for the bathroom to reapply her makeup. It seems to have taken a beating. As we leave, she gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"That was nice Don; I hope you will come and visit often. Thank you again for allowing me to have the furniture delivered and for your opinions about the room. I can see now that everything is perfect."
For some reason that night, I fall asleep with a big grin on my face feeling totally content. I have made a new friend with Mrs. Saxena. Returning from work the following day, Sam is waiting for me.
"How did last night go with Mrs. Saxena?"
"Very well, actually. She had a few questions about the apartment, nothing serious. I have no idea why she didn't ask you."
"I can guess."
Something tells me Samantha can sense when I am stretching the truth. She advises me that four more families are interested in viewing apartments. All have young girls ranging from age nine to fifteen. She hasn't seen any of them, but has arranged to have them come to the next open house a week from this Saturday. She has also had a call about the garage space. The interested party will be here tomorrow. An auction house called to give us a quote on the value of all the signs and tools. Sam has been a very busy girl.
Arriving home the next night, Samantha is waiting for me again. She has a large sheaf of papers in her hand. It seems the value of all the items in the garage surpass my wildest estimates. Samantha has a contract from the firm, who is willing to remove all the items, clean them and then arrange a sale for a ten percent commission. Considering that my investment is nil, I sign. Samantha will contact them tomorrow. She also advises me that she believes she has someone with a serious interest in the garage itself. She will know more by the weekend. I will have to ask Abe to give me an idea how much time it will take to partition the garage from the office and Samantha's apartment.
The auctioneer took two days to remove all the tools and signs and all the old parts from the building. Hell, it really looks bare now. Abe informs me it will not take much to close off the access to Samantha's office. They will remove the adjoining door and fill it in. Sam's privacy will be maintained. She re-emphasized that she didn't want an apartment in either of the buildings. She likes the privacy of the back.
The weekend is a beehive of activity. Three sets of movers have fun moving in the new tenants. Abe and Adam are there, as well as the workers assisting our new tenants. Things go smoothly at first, and then two of the large moving vans arrive at the same time. The street was totally blocked off for nearly an hour before they were able to move the large vans out of the way. They all wanted to be close to the main door when unloading the heavy items. We were lucky no one called the police.
It is about six when Abe comes to my apartment and informs me all the moving is finished. To show him my appreciation for he and his men, I give him $400 to take them and their wives out to a nice dinner.
Just as the door is closing, the telephone rings. It is Samantha.
"Don, have you had dinner?"
"No, I was just about to warm up some leftovers."
"Never mind the leftovers; dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. I will be expecting you shortly and bring your toothbrush. I want you to stay over."
Hmmm, that is a nice thought. Possibilities? Hmmm, maybe. Staying over with Samantha by my side is a wonderful way to end a very full week. She hasn't told me if the garage is rented, but did say the auction for the memorabilia will be in three weeks. It will take the auctioneers that long to catalogue all the items. The rewards of purchasing this building just keep getting better and better. The other building didn't have any hidden treasures, but it did bring me and Sangeeta together, and that makes it worth it. The untold wealth of young preteens still hasn't been tapped. I can only hope some are willing to explore their sexual feelings.
Sam greets me wearing one of her native dresses. Her slight body fills it with a very pleasing appeal. The odor of food reminds me that I am hungry. With all the activity today, I neglected lunch and breakfast was only a bagel and coffee.
To be continued in Part 6.
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Date of first publication in: Tuesday PM, October 31, 2000
Story codes: M/f con
Author's Note: It is advisable to read part one of "Trick or Treat" as this is a continuation.
Story intro: Jayden and Don get together the day after the street party. Their close friendship continues, as a result they can't get enough of each other. It's a must read.
Trick or Treat the Aftermath
Another story by
Jack Spratt
I spent a restless night. A vision of Jayden's on my mind. It would have been great if she could have stayed overnight. That short time sleeping with her is something dreams are made of. Her body's so soft and she smell so good. Prior to the last time we made love, she spread her legs as wide as possible, that view is embedded in my memory. That feeling will be with me forever.
Jayden's to arrive shortly. The Student's Committee members are to pack and store the sound equipment used for the Halloween. Every time my eyes close Jayden's with me. My woody is more than ready for her to walk through the door. There's a commotion in the driveway. The group has arrived. I can hear Jayden's voice. Watching her through the window, my heart is in my throat. Jayden's wearing body molding and T-shirt. She looks breathtaking. 'Hurry up and get done' runs through my mind. My lower head is hard in anticipation.
A car leaves the driveway then the doorbell rings. Jayden greets me as the door opens.
"Mr. Parsons. We are finished packing the equipment. We stored it in the garage as you requested."
"Thank you, Miss Raven. I was just going to have a coffee. Would you care to join me?"
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Parsons, a coffee sounds great."
That rhetoric is for anyone within hearing range. When the door closes, Jayden's in my arms and our lips join. My hands are all over her warm willing body. It's only been ten hours since we've enjoyed each other carnally but it seems like a lifetime.
"I've missed you, Jayden. My imagination created all kinds of scenarios that might have made it impossible for you to come this afternoon. You have no idea of the burden that was lifted when I saw you outside helping with the equipment."
"Don. I relived last night so many times. It took me forever to get to sleep, I want to have it all over again. I have to be home in three hours. Mom wants me home for supper. I don't know if I can get out tonight."
"Well let's make the most of your time."
We go hand in hand up to my bedroom. My woody's standing proud ready for its next encounter with Jayden's tight pussy. Watching in awe, Jayden undresses. She wiggles out of her jeans exposing a very minuscule white thong. Her dampness accents the crotch her scent drifts intoxicating though the room. There's a white string hanging out of her pussy. She makes a production taking off her T-shirt and bra. She looks even more ravishing in the daylight. My craving for her rapidly increases as my woody could attest.
"I'm wearing a tampon because there was a trace of bleeding when I got home last night. My period is due shortly so no cause any questions from mom. That worked out well. I want you in me, Don."
Jayden disappears into the washroom. There's a flush then she returns naked with no strings attached. She jumps on the bed and lies back with her legs spread wide. You don't have to guess what Jayden has on her mind. Quickly between her legs, my tongue and lips go to work kissing and licking her non-virgin pussy. Her elixir is flowing profusely. There's a slight tinge of red, making it more exciting, my tongue travels her from her rosebud to her engorged clitoris. Jayden moans with pleasure, her body wiggling with passion. Her body tightens as she climaxes for the first time today. Her angelic face glows with contentment.
"I love the feeling of just lying here and letting you lick my pussy. You make me feel so good."
"Eating you is a pleasure; beside I love your taste. Whenever it is possible for you to visit even for a short time, you can count on me eating you every time you present your pussy to me. It makes me feel good making you feel good. But we have to figure out how we can be together as often as possible without arousing suspicion. Do you have any ideas?"
"No. Do you?"
"Yes. I teach at the community college once a week, every second Thursday at six thirty in the evening and every other Saturday at four thirty, perhaps you can enroll in my class."
"Okay, I will on Monday. We can talk about it later but now I want to feel you inside me again."
"Do you want to be on top or the bottom?"
"Bottom, it feels good when you push your cock deep inside of me."
Moving to position myself to enter Jayden's pussy; it easily accepts me. Her cavity is warm, moist and welcoming. Her vaginal grasp my shaft. It feels like home. The first stroke brings back the wonderful thoughts of yesterday, Jayden meets my thrusts. Her body is doing what comes natural. Jayden puts her heart and soul into her sexual satisfaction. I'm along for the ride. Just lying on top of her is fulfilling. It's not long before the feeling of tension is building to a crescendo but with much self-control until Jayden starts to gasp as she surrenders to her body. It's a mutual climax. She has surprising strength as she lifts her body into me, my hot cum floods deep inside her. We expire together.
"Oh Don. That was perfect. We have to figure out a way to do this often. You make me feel so good."
"It is my pleasure. I am in your debt. This may sound stupid but I keep thinking of you, you'd think I was a teenager in love. Next week will be a real downer; hopefully we can be together Saturday after class. I want more of you."
"We will. Can I try your whirlpool bath?"
"Certainly. We can talk while you enjoy."
Leaving the bed, it an erotic sight watching cum seeping Jayden's' thighs. The whitish liquid stands out against her chocolate skin but the bath will remove all traces of our lovemaking. Watching Jayden enjoying the whirlpool gets me tingling again. I could watch her nude all day.
"Don. I have to go pee."
"Need any help?"
"Oh yes."
Following her taut body to the bathroom, she sits on the toilet. It's mesmerizing watching the yellow liquid flow from the apex of her body. She spreads her legs wide and looks at me. I gently pat her puffy lips with a soft tissue. This act has an effect on my woody. It's ready to do battle again.
"Don. Come join me in the whirlpool and I'll take care of your problem."
Jayden's admiring my reinvigorated woody. She leans over the edge of the tub to get the water flowing. The view of her beautiful rosebud and her pussy doesn't help my problem. Fortunate has shone on me to have been chosen by Jayden. With the sound of a loud click, the whirlpool pumps are activating. The water is swirling. Jayden gently steps into the tub and sits in the molded seat.
"Come on in Don."
Following her sitting on the same seat, Jayden's hands slip around my cock. She's playing with the foreskin. She gently stroke and washes my tool. The purple head gets much needed attention. Jayden lower her head, her warm mouth engulfs me. There's nothing to describe the feeling of a fourteen-year-old beauty sucking your cock. Leaning back to enjoy the sensation; my hand grasps her full breast and hard nipple. Jayden's tongue is tickling my slit as she slowly strokes. The tension is mounting.
"Jayden, I am going too cum."
"Good. I want to taste you."
And taste she did, with a powerful thrust many strings of thick hot cum flows into her welcoming mouth. To her credit, Jayden doesn't lose a drop, she just sucks and swallows. Soon my rigid tool is a limp noodle.
"That was nice Don. I was surprised at the pressure of the squirting cum and it didn't taste too bad. It's something I'd gladly do again. You are even nice to suck when you are soft."
She mouths my noodle and sucks. She's gentle and it does feel good. It's something she could do as I drift off to sleep. Jayden has an innovated mouth. She smiles and lifts her face for a kiss. We do battle with our tongue as we attempt full body contact.
"Don. I've got to get dressed. I'll call you if my parents agree to let me join your classes. I just want to hear your voice when you tell me how much you miss me. I hope we can get together soon."
"What is your dad's first name?"
"Ralph. Why do you ask?"
"I believe I have met him. His firm contracted me to test all their computers. If I recall, he is a great theater fan."
"Yes. He and mom go quite often. They are season ticket holders at the committee theater."
"How about yourself, do you like the theater? Perhaps we can use that as another reason to meet. I usually take in four or five plays a season. Perhaps I can meet your mom and dad at a play. Pursuing culture is a good reason to get together. It is something to think about. What else do we have in common?"
"I like football, baseball and figure skating. I already go to the community college."
"That could be our catalyst. Your dad knows I specialize in viruses. We can get together regularly. I certainly want to see you often. Perhaps we can find a reason to go out for dinner and the theater. I would love to be your escort."
"Ummm. That sounds wonderful. I'd love to dress up for you. My mom and I are the same size and she has a number of daring evening dresses. It would be just as enjoyable having you remove them to make love to me as it would be for me getting dressed. I'd love to be able to tease you all the evening."
Shortly after, I walk Jayden to the door. Before opening it, she's in my arms and we kiss. Are bodies are trembling from desire. Boy, I feel good about myself. The world is wonderful, Jayden is my world.
"I'll call you Don. Maybe I'll be able to get out once I get my homework done."
"I hope so, I can meet you anywhere. We may not be able to make love but I would enjoy being with you."
I gave Jayden my phone numbers, home, cell and job. Then sadly watched her jean enclosed bottom sway from view. Then the same feeling as yesterday; is this wrong? Before the act all I want is Jayden. During the act all I want is more of Jayden. Now after the fact I feel guilty. Am I taking advantage of a beautiful young woman?
Required chores took up the rest of the afternoon. The bed's a mess. While removing up the sheets, many of Jayden's black tightly curled pussy hair are evident. Memories of our escapes earlier today flood back. As stupid as it sounds, I collect the hairs and place them in an envelope. That envelope found a home in the night table, it gives me reason to smile each time I look at it.
Next I clean the bath room. The exotic view of Jayden peeing, rushes to my mind. You wouldn't think watching someone pee would be that sexually simulating. I can tell you it is. My erection is proof.
Soon everything is ship shape. Shortly after seven in the evening the phone rang. It's Jayden.
"Oh Don. I miss you. Daddy thought it was an excellent idea for me to join your class. He remembers you. He mentioned he was impressed with your knowledge and maybe I could learn something from you. If he only knew how much I have learned already. I am done my homework. Can you meet me at the mall in an hour? Dad said I could go out for a couple of hours. I would love come over to your house but I don't have a reason."
"I'll be at the mall in fifteen minutes. We can meet at the food court in the same area as yesterday."
I took the Suburban. It has very deep tinted windows. At night nobody can see in the windows. At least I'll be able to kiss Jayden good night.
I was having my usual cappuccino when I spot Jayden walking towards me. She's wearing a very short skirt and a bulky sweater. Even with the sweater Jayden's breasts are evident. Memories of earlier today rush into my mind.
Again we talk to satisfy anyone within hearing distance.
"Hello Miss Raven. I am enjoying my small vice. Would you like a drink?"
"Thank you, Mr. Parsons. Maybe I will try what you are enjoying."
Jayden sat down. Her skirt is so short I can nearly see my heaven between her legs. We sit enjoying our cappuccinos and admiring each other.
"I wore this outfit just in case we had the opportunity to touch each other. I am so wet. I wish you between my legs eating me."
"I brought the Suburban. It has privacy windows. It's parked in a darkened corner in the back of the mall. I was hoping to at least to kiss you good night."
"I want you to kiss me but on my moist lips. I need too cum."
"Finish your drink. I'll go first and you follow me. That way if anyone you know sees you, it won't appear we are together. I'll keep watching. If you have to talk to someone, I'll just sit on a bench and wait for you to start moving again. I am parked in section S. You'll see that black Suburban."
"Ok. I'll follow you."
After clearing the table, I head for the exit; Jayden waits a couple of seconds gets up and follows me keeping a respectable distance. The cool night air feels good. Walking into the shadows of an archway, I glance back. Jayden's still on my trail. Fortunately nobody paying any attention to us, so I wait.
"It's a bit cool now. This short skirt doesn't help keep in the heat."
"I will warm you up when we get to the truck."
We can walk together. We looked to see if anyone was in the area. We're alone. Opening the tail gate door I help Jayden climb up. This monster is equipped with a propane heater. I've had slept in this vehicle twice while on trips to my cottage. Propane heat is instant."
Jayden's in my arms kissing me. Soon the warmth of our bodies will replace the need for other heat. Jayden isn't wearing a bra. I warm my hands before cupping them. Lifting her sweater I kiss her nipples then sucked one and then the other. Her skirt has moved upward showing me heaven covered with a skimpy white thong. Cupping her pussy, her thong is soaked. Getting to my knees, now between her legs, Jayden lifts her bum to facilitate the removal of her thong. Her exotic scent of her moist pussy causes my woody to stiffen to the point of discomfort. Lowering my mouth to the source of my fascination she has manoeuvred for the best position for me to eat and suck. There is no such thing as getting enough of Jayden. My tongue continues to lap all the surplus juice, and then suck her extended clitoris. I keep hitting her tampon string.
"Oh Don. Let me take out the tampon. I'm only spotting now. I love the feel of your tongue trying to get into my pussy."
It is fascinating watching as she pulls the string, the tampon slowly slides out of heaven. It appears white, however in the dim light it was hard to tell. She rearranges her body on the seat so I have full access to her puffy pussy. This is my labor of love, first kissing her spread thighs in thanks for guarding such a wonderful tasty morsel. My hand is under her bum massaging her brown star. Entering that tight opening with a finger coated with her pussy juice. Jayden moans and wiggles pushing against my finger coaxing it deeper. I gently saw in and out of her tight bum hole while sucking her clitoris. Her body tense and her bum rim tighten on my finger. It's a good sign that Jayden's cumming. Jayden explodes. Her anal muscles grasp my finger. She raises her hips and her hands are pushing my face into her pussy. Her body stiffens and she collapses panting loudly.
"Oh Don. That was wonderful. I just love the feeling of you kissing me down there and your finger in my ass wow. What can I do for you?"
Now beside her on the seat, she undoes my fly and my woody proudly put in an appearance.
"I can suck you."
"Let's try something different. Put your legs over my knees with your body facing mine."
The seats are large and the vehicle has lots of head room. As Jayden places her legs over me, my cock is at heavens entrance.
"Lower your pussy on my cock. It'll go in quite deep so go slowly first. Once you're comfortable start pumping."
"Oh Don. It feels good. This is fun."
As Jayden moves up and down I try to catch her nipples with my mouth. She is enjoying her task. Her eyes are closed. And her speed heightened. I know she's close to cumming for the second time tonight. I hold my ground. Watching Jayden cum is one of the reasons I enjoy her company. She's gasping for breath and as she's pounding my cock. It can't last much longer. Then she stiffens and comes down and stays that way as the ripples of her climax ran through her body. Pushing upwards my ejaculation fills her with cum. I can't remember the last time I had cum so much in two days. What am I going to do for the balance of the week?
We held each other as the utmost feeling of union slowly subsides from our bodies. The odor of our sex fills to Suburban. My proud erection is reduced to a soft nothing.
"Jayden that was wonderful, what are we going to do for the rest of the week?"
"It's going to hurt not being able to be with you. You've wakened all kinds of things in my body I didn't know existed. If my daddy only knew how well I'm learning from you."
"Well. It's just as well he doesn't know. I might be dead or in the crowbar hotel."
"I'd come and visit you every visiting day."
"Oh Thanks. That takes a real load off my mind."
"Sometime I get to go on week nights if I need something for school. Usually I can get away with a couple of hours. If I can manage something during the week will are you available to meet me?"
"I'll be climbing walls by tomorrow night. I want to be with you even for ten minutes. We can meet at the food court."
"Yes. Then we can come out to the parking lot. This is a nice place for us. It is very private. We can see out and nobody can see in. I like that. What effect do the windows have during the day?"
"Nearly as dark, people may be able to make out shapes but they can't see anything even if they are noses close to the windows. It was ordered that way but the original purchaser backed out. I bought it. Never really had much use for the darken windows, until now."
"I'm glad you bought it. I'm going to miss you and what we just did."
We kiss and Jayden moves. Cum is seeping down her thighs. Her pussy is slowly shrinking, her labia are very swollen. I had the foresight to bring some baby wipes, Kleenex and a plastic bag. With the wipes out Jayden reclines with her legs spread. It's a beautiful sight, gently I clean her pussy and down her thighs. There's just enough light to be able to see her opening which I honor with a kiss. Such beauty can provide both of us so much pleasure. Jayden hands me a tampon.
"You can put it in for me Don."
I undid the wrapper and look at it. It's a simple procedure. Inserting the tampon into her pussy opening, then push the plunger then slowly withdrew the tube. The string and tampon remain on duty. I'm an accomplished tampon inserter. Locating Jayden's thong, I assist her in covering her beautiful ass and her to die for pussy. She adjust the rest of her clothing and I do the same.
"I'll drive you and drop you off a block your home, that way you'll be home under your two-hour limit."
"Good, I can get a kiss good night too."
We move to the front of the vehicle. The area is still clear of people. This particular parking area usually just gets the overflow in the holiday season. Some of the mall staff also parks here. A block from Jayden's home, I pull over.
"Thank you, Jayden, for a wonderful evening. I love being with you."
"You're welcome. I enjoy your company and attention. I'm still tingling. I'll be able to smell our adventure when I have my bath tonight. The tampon will be coated with your sperm."
We kiss and I feel her breasts then ran my hand up her legs and touch heaven. The crotch of her thong is soaked with juice and cum. The sexual essence greets us both.
"Don. I like that smell. It'll always remind me of you."
"Every time I smell it I think of us making love. I wish we're able to spend the night together."
"That will be something to figure out. I don't know how that would ever happen. But I can dream. But I have to go."
Jayden leaves the truck. She slowly walks down the street pausing to turn and wave. Once she is out of sight, I turn around and head home. After parking the Suburban in the garage I gather all the evidence of our love making and put it in the garbage. After a long shower, I made myself a Black Russian and then watch television. It's going to be a long night thinking of Jayden.
The next morning it's the usual rush but I made it to work without incident. My mind keeps reverting back to last night with every pause at work. Hell I couldn't remember what was on television last night but I can recall every minute with Jayden. During my break, all that is on my mind is will she call me? She has to call me. It would be hard to explain my telephone call to her. At lunch I use the spare time to walk for exercise and the fresh air. Maybe it'll take my mind of Jayden. It didn't.
Returning to my desk, I've a new assignment in the city. There was also a message from Jayden. She said she'd call back in twenty minutes, which was now. The light on the phone lit up, it's Jayden.
"Oh Don. I miss you. Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, after I got to sleep but it took a long time. The last time I looked at the clock, it was three thirty. I couldn't get you out of my mind."
"Well I sleep like a baby, getting screwed before going to bed is better than a sleeping pill. I love you, Don."
"Oh Jayden I love you too. I keep wondering if I will see you before Saturday at class. You did register?"
"Yes. It was the first thing I did this morning, it's been confirmed. I'll be in your class Saturday afternoon."
"Good. I will give me something to look forward too. I hope there is some way to see you during the week."
"I'm trying. I'll call this evening, love you. Bye Don."
"I'll be looking forward to your call. Bye love."
The balance of the day goes better. Hearing Jayden's voice was a real shot for my ego. She wants me as much as I want her. Driving home is a bit of a letdown it's the first day since Friday I won't see Jayden. But I'm looking forward to her call. The phone rang at eight thirty. Call display showed the name R. Raven. It's Jayden calling.
"Hello"
"Hello. Is this Don Parsons?"
It's a male voice.
"Yes. It is. Can I help you?"
"Yes. You can. This's Ralph Raven Jayden's dad. She enrolled in your computer class today."
"That's good to hear. She was here during the weekend to help set up for the street party. I happened to mention what I did for a living. She was interested."
"Yes. You may recall you did some work for my firm. When I heard your name, I remember how you got to the heart of the problem quickly. I told Jayden you assisted the firm avoid a possible major crash of our system. I hope you can pass on some of your expertise to her. She also mentioned you'd give her some extra tutoring at your home for the time she has missed. Is that true?"
"Yes, if she interested. She's missed three months. She mentioned she has good marks at regular school and wanted to make sure she got all the benefits of the course. Anyone with that drive has my support. I offered to tutor her for the missed part of the course."
"Thank you. That'll make her very happy. She wants to call you and make arrangements for the extra tutoring. I wanted to confirm it. Sometimes these young people get carried away and assume things that weren't offered. I'm giving you my blessing. Computers drive our lives; the more Jayden can learn about them the better for her. Hear I will let you talk to her."
"Hi Mr. Parsons. When'll you be free for my first tutoring course?"
"Will Wednesday evening be convenient?"
"Yes. Wednesday is fine. What time?"
"As early as possible, we can spend a few hours getting you up to the rest of the class."
"Thank you, Mr. Parsons. I will see you about six-thirty Wednesday evening."
With that comment Jayden hung up. This is good news. It gives us a reason to be together. I'm feeling very good about the way things are developing. Jayden will be here on Wednesday to start her tutoring. I make a note to get all the course material Photostatted for Wednesday. Jayden will have to take some time to review the material each time she comes before we go to bed. I'm giddy just thinking about it. The phone rings. Call Display showed R. Raven.
"Hello."
"Oh Don. It's me. I'm so happy. Daddy was really impressed when I told him you offered to help me catch up on the course material, if he only knew."
"I'm glad you thought of it. I'm going to get you a copy of all the material I've reviewed since the beginning of class. We'll have to spend some time on it so that you can answer questions if your parents should ask."
"We will. Could you give me enough information in a half an hour? I'll read the material for the next week on the days we can't be together. Everything should work out."
"Jayden, just having your close will be great. I love looking at you. You have done something to me. Did you use black magic?"
"If I had that ability, you would be here buried in me right now. I am wet just thinking about Wednesday. Then we will be together on Saturday. I can't wait."
After saying good night I was on a high. Once again sleep eludes me. My thoughts are of Jayden, seeing her naked and willing. She's all women. Then the alarm ends that dream. The next two days are trying but I make it. I had two major assignments on the go, so my mind's full, working on solutions for my clients. My breaks and lunch are the hardest parts of the day. Jayden's there for every free moment. Finally it's Wednesday. The day dragged in the morning but the afternoon flew by. On my way home I purchase a cappuccino machine. It's up and running by six o'clock. After a fast shower I dress in very casual clothes. They aren't going to be on that long. At sixty thirty on the dot, the bell rang. Jayden's at the door with Briefcase in her hand. She's with her father. I recognize him from his firm.
"Hello Mr. Parson. I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to tutor Jayden. It's not every lecturer that would take the time for a new student."
"Jayden seems so interested, I couldn't do anything else. My field can use all the dedicated people it can attract. I was glad to be able to help."
"Jayden can call me when you are done. I will come for her."
"Actually, I have to go out later; I can drop her off if that will help you."
"Why thank you. It'll help. I've two major cases going and need all the time I can free up to review the files. I go to court on both of them next week. I won't be fit to live with until they're over."
Jayden's dad left and we watch the car disappear down the street. As the door closes, Jayden's in my arms, kissing. She smells so good. Her lips are coated with a deep red tasty lips gloss. Her shampoo and perfume blend travels right to my woody me. I love the scent of a woman. Jayden rubs her body against my tenting slacks.
"Jayden, we have to get the lesson done first. Then we can enjoy ourselves. I have fresh cappuccino for us. I bought my own machine today. "
"Ok. Let's get started. I want you so bad. I am so wet."
Ignoring that comment we start a review of what Jayden has missed in the classes. I gave her all the course material plus copies of my notes. That should help her understand some of the technical terms of the material. Once a student gets comfortable with the terms of the course material it's a lot easier for them to comprehend. It took us twenty minutes to complete. Jayden grabs my hand and we race to my bedroom. In seconds we are naked. Jayden still has a string hanging out of her pussy. She's started her period.
"Don. I don't know what we can do. I start my period. The flow is heavy today."
"We'll manage something."
"I hope so. I'm so horny even with the tampon."
Retrieving a heavy towel and a container of baby wipes Jayden lies on her back with her bum on the towel. The last thing I need is my housekeeper questioning me about menstrual blood stains on my sheets. She doesn't know I have a lady friend.
Using baby kisses I explore Jayden's body. She's trembling with excitement. My lips follow the slopes of her titties and then went down to her deep belly button. She squirms as my tongue delves into its depths. Her pussy is still swollen from her our prior activities and now her period. The tampon is challenged by her flow and the vast amount of her natural sexual secretions. Using a wipe I remove the seepage. Her clitoris is protruding past its hood crying out for attention. Kissing the top of her pubes and then mouthing her clitoris her body reacts. She sighs and her body tenses. Sucking her clitoris, my fingers travel up and down her labia. My fingers are drumming on her back opening. That has Jayden squirming. It results in her first climax.
"Don. Thank you for doing that. I was so concerned I wouldn't be able to do anything."
"It's a natural part of your body function. It makes things a little messy but water will take care of that. The whirlpool is full of warm water. When we're done, we can take a bath together."
Lying beside Jayden I continue to caress her body, fingering her to three more climaxes. She's trembling, moisture is forming on her brow. She exhausted her numerous climaxes.
"Don. Can we fuck?"
"Of course but only after you had enough climaxes to satisfy you. I love watching you cum, the way your body tenses is a joy to watch. Let's remove the tampon."
With the tampon removed I move between her legs. The moist feeling encompassing my cock is breathtaking. Just the movements of entering Jayden nearly made me cum. She holds me tight enjoying the feeling. Her arms were around my neck as we kiss. This feeling makes life worth living, not money or fame but being in the arms of a lover.
My movements flow easily through her abundance of her discharge and her sexual essence; it's a warm moist feeling on my woody deep in Jayden. She meets every downward stroke with vengeance. Her upward thrusts jolt my body. Just the thought of fucking Jayden in this condition makes me want to extend the feeling as long as possible. Holding off on my urges concentrating on Jayden's signal she's about to climax. My strokes are hard and steady. She gasps as she gets close to the inevitable. Jayden thrusts her hips upwards; holds her breath and freezes. She's cumming. We climax in unison. Then the air's released from the balloon. Both of us are exhausted. We lie joined at the hips until I see Jayden open her eyes.
"Don. That was explosive. All day long I didn't know what you would do because of my period. I'm so happy you're my lover."
"I'll do just about anything to keep you happy. I haven't felt this way about a woman in so long. I can't thank you enough for sharing your body with me. As I told you before I'll be forever in your debt."
Needless to say we're a mess. I won't go into detail. Wiping the excess we hit for the whirlpool. The warm water soon relaxed us. We took turns bathing each other. It's a pleasure nurturing Jayden's pussy. Now with my task completed she sat on the edge of the pool, legs spread waiting for my talent as a tampon inserter. I'm getting quite good at doing that job. Maybe I should advertise!
Then it's my turn Jayden takes her time bathing me, taking her time on my woody.
"Don. I love the feel of your cock in me and in my hands. This tube of flesh has the power to make me feel so good."
She pays homage to the purple head with a kiss. We dry each other and then dress. It's time to drive Jayden home. Jayden finishes her makeup. When she came to me, her lips are so kissable with her new coating of lip-gloss. She's reapplied her perfume as well. Everything gets me tingling again. It won't help but I hug her and kiss her. I love tasting her lipstick.
The drive to her home is quiet. Jayden look so sedated. She came too as I drove into her driveway. She looks at the house. Nobody's looking out. She leans over and kisses me her hand on my tent.
"Thank you again, Don. I feel wonderful, when this evening started I had my doubts, but you had the answers. I can't wait to see you again on Saturday."
"Thank you, Jayden, for coming tonight, being with you makes this old man's life worthwhile. Tell your parents I've invited you to dinner after class on Saturday. I hope they'll agree to let you come. I need to be with you as long as possible."
"I'll ask. I'll call you tomorrow. Night Don."
"Night Jayden. Sweet dreams."
I watch Jayden go into the house. As I drove home, I was thinking of Saturday. But that is another story.
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Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, October 25, 2000
Story codes: M/f Widower meet young lady
Story intro: With Halloween just around the corner, Don was committed to providing the sound system for the area street party. He had no way of knowing how involved he would get with Jayden the Student Groups Chairperson.
Trick or Treat
(1 of 2)
Another Story By
Jack Spratt1
The date was rapidly approaching for the annual Halloween Street Party. I live in what is classified as Upper Middle Class Suburbia. I still don't know why this area of Abbotsville is any better than anywhere else in the city. The only reason I ended up here was a quirk of the real estate market. I purchased the property in what was considered a down in the market. The price was right and I bought. I received good value for the price. It's a seven-room three story brick with many amenities.
A little about myself, I'm fifty-one, currently live alone. My wife passed away four years ago, to cancer. My three sons live in different areas of the country. We have never been close. Now my job is my family. I'm employed in the high tech computer industry, my speciality is in computer viruses and am well regarded and extremely well paid. When not killing viruses I try my hand at software innovation.
The annual Halloween event encompasses the complete community. I got roped into it several years ago. One of my sons had been a disk jockey while attending college. When he graduated, he left all his sound equipment in one of the garages. When he graduated, he lost all interest in that faze of his life, leaving me to dispose of his equipment. When the first event took place, the equipment was put to good use by the entertainment committee. It is now my annual donation. Each year the student committee comes over, sets it up in the garage to test it. After they terrorized my close neighbors with the noise they call music, they'd pack the unit, ready to be moved into the street for the party. The student chairperson of the committee was a beautiful young lady.
We met for the first time when she came to the house to arrange to test the equipment. It was a pleasant surprise actually a bit of shock to see such an attractive young lady at my door. She dressed in her school uniform of a pleated skirt and a white blouse. It's a contrast to her dark skin.
"Hello. I'm Jayden Raven. I am the chairperson of the Students Committee. I'd like your permission for out DJ to test the sound equipment before the Halloween party."
Miss Raven is more than just attractive. Her assets are quite evident. Her very attractive face really enhances her well-proportioned body. Stupid me, my mouth must have been hanging open, very embarrassing, she notices, her face beaming with a knowing smile.
"I am sorry for staring Miss Raven. You took me off guard, I certainly wasn't prepared to have a beautiful woman at my door, usually it someone trying to sell chocolate bars."
Now she is uncomfortable. Jayden's fidgeting.
"When would you like to test the equipment?"
"I have a tech crew assembled for this Friday, if it's convenient for you."
"That is fine Miss Raven. I'll be home after six o'clock."
"That will suit us and please call me Jayden."
"OK Jayden. I'll see you and your crew on Friday."
Watching her walk down the driveway, Jayden movements accent her well-shaped hips. She has long well shaped legs which are hiding something heavenly between them. Jayden turns, catches me staring and smiles. She swings her hips it a little more emphasise until she disappears from view. Now there's a young lady I'd love to know more about, wishful thinking on my part. Whatever happens is going to wait till Friday.
The balance of my week goes well. In the back of my mind is the haunting figure of Jayden Raven. Ebony women have always in my dreams. For many years, I've been drawn to them. However, I never had the balls to approach any of them. Hey, I'm a coward at heart when it comes to women.
One of the things I have always done for the Halloween Party was financially support the Adult Committee. I and five others provided soft drinks and treats for the neighborhood children. We provide enough treats to avoid having the children come around on Halloween night. It work out great for everybody.
Shortly after six on Friday the doorbell rings it's Jayden and her crew.
"Hi. The crew's here. Can we get into the garage?"
"Just touch the latch and it'll open."
Jayden's wearing shorts and a tube top; it's really not good for my heart. Her beautiful breasts topped by very large nipples are very evident. I get the feeling Jayden may know the effect she has on me after my immature actions the first time we met. Again she has that knowing smile.
"Thank you. I'll let you know when we're finished. I hope we don't bother you with the music."
"It's debatable if I'd call it music. Fortunately I don't have to put up with it for more than once a year."
Jayden joins a group of teens, then the sound of the door opener whirling, shortly after that an ungodly noise is booming. That is something I'll never appreciate is the current so-called music. I use music to relax not to cause heart failure. Back in the house, I seek the furthest point from the garage. Finally the noise stops. When it didn't resume, I breathe a sigh of relief. The doorbell rings.
"Mr. Parsons, the guys are happy with the sound system. They've left it all set up for Saturday night. I hope you don't mind."
"No. That is okay. I don't use that garage for anything else but storage. Would you like to come in?"
Jayden looks at me. I mean she really looks at me direct eye contact. I have startled at her with the invitation. She looks awesome.
"Yes thank you, I'd love to see the house. I have walked by often. It is so big."
As she passes by me, I get her scent. My ancient woody reacts. Jayden is someone I'd love to know better, again my imagination is working overtime. I make a production out of showing the house. Jayden's really impressed with the bathroom. She loves the size of the whirlpool tub. It never gets used, my wife enjoyed it. My bedroom has a bathroom which satisfies my needs. Jayden spends an inordinate amount of time in my bedroom. She seems to be lost in thought. It gives me time to study her. She's quite a study.
"Would you like some refreshments, soft drink or coffee?"
"Yes please."
Jayden follows me to the kitchen. We sit across from each other. It's interesting. She looks at me like she has a question but says nothing, Me, I'm enjoying her beauty.
"How'd you get hooked into running the street party?"
"I wasn't at the meeting when they voted. I found out the next morning at school. I think it was rigged."
We both laugh at her explanation. Jayden has a soft delicate laugh. I could listen to her for hours. We talk about all kinds of things, her schooling and a bit about my job. She's fourteen, younger than I has first thought. She lives two blocks away. Her dad's a lawyer and her mother's a teacher at the school she attends. One of the items that interest me, no boyfriend, why?\
"Will you be at the party Mr. Parsons?"
"Call me Don. Yes I'll be there. Maybe you'll save a dance with me as long as it is a slow dance."
"Won't your girlfriend be there?"
"What girlfriend?"
Jayden's interest in our conversation seemed to heighten, at least in my mind it does.
"Oh. I'll make sure there're a couple of slow dances. I'd enjoy dancing with you."
"Don't be too sure about that, I have two left feet."
We chat some more. I keep learning more about her. She enjoys eating out a various restaurants and she's a theater buff, things I also enjoy. Could this be an avenue to get to see more of Jayden? When she leaves, she has my land line number and my cell in the event she needs to get in touch with me about the equipment.
Waking up alone Saturday morning, Jayden isn't beside me but she had been in my dreams. I did my usual weekend chores. My house keeper has the weekends off so the house was is a large empty unit. Later in the afternoon I treated myself to a trip to mall. One of my simple joys is watching the parade of young women and girls. They get my corpuscles flowing. My love life is very sparse at present, like nil. My last actual fling was more than two years ago. When I get to the food court, I treat myself to a coffee and New York fries. While enjoying the parade of beauty I notice Jayden and a group of her friends. The gaggle is wearing short skirts and various tops. Jayden's slim well-toned legs are like magnets. If her skirt was any shorter, I'd be looking at her camel toe embedded in her panties. It's hard to believe she's so young. The girls know their makeup. In Jaden's case it magnifies her beauty. I just stare. She looks my way, catches me staring. A smile floods her face, is she happy to see me? She turns and to chat to her friends. The gaggle moves down the mall and Jayden approaches me.
"Hi Don. What brings you to the mall?"
"I had some shopping to do. I usually treat myself to a drink and chips. Can I get you something?"
"You're all I need. But since we're here a coffee with cream only would be nice."
I babble something and go get her coffee. Her comment has me confused, with women it not actually hard to do. My inner being has a strong desire for Jayden but it's not something for me to admit it. Returning with her coffee, I look bewildered.
"You look a bit confused, Don. Is something bothering you?"
Jayden's teasing me. Her breasts are standing proud pushing against her blouse. I hadn't notice before but two buttons are undone. When she leans over, the view of her ebony twins is a sight to behold. They're mesmerizing as she is. Huston, she's wearing a white lacy bra, full of Jayden. Don, you're making a fool of yourself.
"Well. The comment you made, what did you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean."
"No. You'd better explain it to an old person like me."
"I know you're interested in me which you confirm every time you stare as me, am I right? You give off raw passion. I like that. You are a handsome man, someone I'd like to know better."
"We only met this week. Do you make judgements about everybody you meet that quickly?"
"I felt the electricity between us, so did you? I don't know why it is, but being close to you makes me feel funny. It is a nice feeling. It's something I've never experienced with anyone else."
"This is something it is very hard for me to admit but I've never seen anyone so attractive and appealing as you in a very long time. My darkest secret has been to meet a beautiful black woman. You more than fit the bill. But this mutual admiration society accomplishes very little, due to our ages."
"Don. I just know how I feel when you're close. You don't have a girlfriend and I don't have a boyfriend. We can solve both of our problems. If you don't tell, I won't tell."
Jayden's full pouty lips are beckoning to be kissed. Her lip-gloss makes them even more appealing. This is crazy. Jayden is too young for me even to consider. The good and evil sides of my mind are at conflict. The evil part currently has the upper hand and seems to be strengthening its position. It's a good thing we're in public.
"If only it was that easy. I'll tell you another secret. You were a major participant of my dream last night."
"Well we've that in common. I had the same wet dream, my bed looked like a war zone."
Jayden's trying to tweak my buttons. My evil part wants to take her to task having her nude body cuddled to mine. Then our bodies are entangled making love.
"You're not making things easy."
"Good. I hope you have to sit here for an hour before your hard-on goes down. Just think how easy it would be to solve both of our predicaments."
Jayden's pushing every button. She has the upper hand and is enjoying our interplay. I'd love get my hands on her right now, As she stares me eye to eye, she licked her lips, then slowly sucks a finger, the motions she's making are unmistakable in meaning.
"Jayden, your innuendo could cause me to have a heart attack. I'm an old man. I hope you realize that."
"You're not old and you're not going to have a heart attack. You are just as horny as I am. What I'm offering you a way to relieve both our problems."
She leans over to giving me another view of her magnificent titties. My eyes drink in her beauty and her intoxicating scent. What I need to do is leave before something embarrassing happens.
"Jayden, I have to leave. I've a few things to do before the party tonight. What are you wearing tonight?"
"I think you will appreciate the costume, a French maid. I actually thought of you when I purchased it."
"Thought of me, why?"
"Oh. Hopefully the effect it will have on you tonight. I am hoping you'd enjoy undressing me later. At least that is my hope, you game?"
"You realize how bold you are? I have to leave now do my shopping then go home and take a cold shower, maybe two."
"You aren't that old. I've something better right here that is much better than a cold shower."
She doesn't quit. Her finger is between her breasts pointing down. I'm extremely uncomfortable. Jayden keep up her barrage. The problem is most of her innuendoes and comments are true. I want that young nymph. Getting up to leave, is embarrassing, my body isn't helping my cause as my hardon will attest.
"Goodbye Jayden. I'll see you tonight."
"Oh, you will, hopefully all of me."
The hell with shopping I leave for the nearest exit. Jayden has me tied in knots, my feelings are wrong but my bad side is overjoyed. My heart is pounding with excitement and anticipation, this is really stupid, and nothing is going to happen, at least that is the hope. I haven't been this aroused and disorientated about girls for years and it's all because of a teasing fourteen year old. Driving home, all I can think of is Jayden and her last words, all of me. She has me in a twist, I really do need a cold shower.
She's foremost on my mind the rest of the day. Did she actually mean all the things she said? After dinner I prepare for the big event. The DJ and band usually set up in the cul-de-sac next to my house, this way they don't have to move the sound equipment very far. I can't blame them for that due to the weight of the speakers. That is one of the reasons I'm present at the party. There is really nothing else to do with that racket going on. I was about to get dressed when the doorbell rang. It's three boys from the Student Committee. Looking for Jayden but she wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Mr. Parsons. We would like to set up the equipment."
"Help yourself, when the evening is over just put it back in the garage. You can repack it tomorrow."
"Thanks we really appreciate that."
They head for the garage. The electric door chatters as it opens. It's nearly an hour before the party officially starts to rock. Sitting at the kitchen table the days' events ramble through my mind. Jayden's the focus, I'm actually wishing it was tomorrow morning and all would be over. My growing woody recalls how beautiful she looked as my mind relives her comments at the mall. Will she actually do something tonight? Her family will likely be present. So it's highly unlikely. In the past, when the kids finally are exhausted and call it a night, the parents have their party. I usually beg off. The band is tuning their instruments; the festivities will be starting shortly. It's also my notice to get my ass in gear and finish dressing. It's the same sailor costume that I wore every year. I really get into this, not. Venturing out to the street, I join hordes of children, teens and adults. The mood's festive.
There're a large variety of costumes as usual, some really get into these events. All the standard ones are seen. Some of the families really go overboard. Approaching the other benefactors of the treats and drinks, they confirm everything has been delivered and is ready for distribution. Frank Willis had hit me for a check last week. This year we hired two temps to do the packaging and handing out the treats to the kids. Every family had been provided a voucher for their participating children. Everything seems be progressing well. There's nothing to do buy stroll through the throng.
Then a vision, Jayden's slowly walking towards me. She's dressed in a French Maid Uniform. Her white stockings are mid-thigh high. The garters are also white. The contrast against her chocolate skin is provocative just as wants. Her black mini skirt is a very brief exposing a large expanse of very attractive skin. Her white blouse appears to be two sizes too small. The effect has me embarrassingly hard in a millisecond. Her makeup is flawless. Those lips are so kissable. Her eyes have a sparkle about them. Her hair is styled with a perky maid cap perched on top. Jayden has my number.
"Well. How do I look?"
"Good enough to eat."
"Good, it'll my first time. When do you want to start?"
"Jayden, doing that could put me at odds with the law."
"Not on my account all I want is you, in bed the sooner the better. That's all I think about. Being this close to you does things to me. My panties are soaked right now; want to check? And the good news is I've been on the pill for over a year."
She spreads her legs not actually exposing anything but it is plain to see what she indicating. My blush has to be noticeable fortunately nobody is interested; we are just two participants of a very noisy street party. This fourteen-year-old beauty's attitude is bound to do me in. The fact that she is on the pill doesn't help my resolve. Hell, what am I worried about I had vasectomy after the birth of my last child many, many years ago. Jayden has me totally confused. It would be wise on my part to avoid her during this evening, easier said then done. The band starts to play. It's one of the current fashion tunes way beyond my appreciation.
"Don't worry the boys will play some slow tunes. Be prepared you're going to dance everyone with me."
"Well. That's if we're close."
"Oh. We'll be close. I'm not going to let you out of my sight. I'm going to tease you with my body all evening. I want you so frustrated you will beg to ravish me."
This is not what I'd planned. My hope was the crowd would be my protection. Where are Jayden's parents?
"Are you parents here?"
"Yes. They'll be here for the street party then they're going to the Willis's for the parent's party. You know how long they last. Last year they came home after breakfast. This year will likely be the same. I'm hoping we will have made love at least three times before I have to go home."
"Jayden, you have to quit teasing."
"That is no tease. One way or another, you're going to take me to bed. I want to feel you on me and in me many times before the night is over. You're going to make me a woman."
"Woman?"
"Yes. I'm still a virgin. You're going to make sure my cherry will be history this evening. And you will do me many times to make sure."
I'm flabbergasted. Jayden talks like its planned and going to be a fate d' complete. My body is trembling. I'm speechless. However my woody is in full agreement with Jayden's sinister plan. All the talk about sex has me hurting big time. I'm trying to figure some way to defuse this predicament. The crowd mills about; we are just one couple of people theoretically having a good time. A large group of dancers are enjoying the tunes of the day. I'm still trying to regain my composure, Jayden presents beside me doesn't help. Her scent and looks don't help. She's haunting and sexual stimulating. Then it happens. The music changes to a soft slow waltz.
"Well Don. It's a slow dance."
Jayden has her hands up waiting for me to pull her into my body. My thought is to have a goodly space between us, wrong. Her body molds into me. It's like holding a wet dream. She everything and more of what my imagination provided me last night. Her young body is so soft. Jayden's firm breasts push into my chest. Her pubes are grinding against my raging erection. I'm self-conscience, thinking everybody's watching. But nobody is paying any attention to us. We're just one of many couples dancing. Our dance takes us into the shadows of a house. Next thing I feel are Jayden's soft lips kissing me then her tongue's playing tag with mine. My hands slide down her body settling on ample her bum. Her skirt has ridden up body, her thong buried in her ass crack; my hands are creasing warm bare skin. My finger wants to explore her crack in search of her rosebud, but I do manage a little control.
"Jayden, I can't fight you any longer."
"I want you as much as you want me. I just admitted it."
"I've been interested since you knocked on my door. What next?"
"We can slowly walk into the shadows and go to back of your house."
"Will anyone be looking for you?"
"No. I told the others I may go home early. My parents will be involved with their friends until the early hours. I'm yours till dawn."
We walked slowly into the blackness. I looked back. No one will miss us. The party was just building up. Voices were loud mixed with laughter. We rounded the corner and entered the house. Jayden took my hand and walked me to my bedroom. She was in my arms again.
"Now undress me."
My hands are shaking. I'm about to undress a fourteen-year-old nymph in my own bedroom. Once Jayden's naked there will be no turning back.
"Now Don. Undress me."
First to go is her maid's cap, then all the hair pins. Burying my face in her hair, I inhale her shampoo mixed with her perfume. Her hands are on my zipper. Her blouse slips off her shoulders. My zipper is down, my belt is undone, my pants slip to the floor. Without her blouse gives me a view of her full breasts. Her nipples are large, pushing into the cups of her lace bra. With a click her bra drops to the bed. Jayden breasts are well rounded and full. The nipples are like magnets large and suckable. I pay homage to both. Jayden lowers my shorts. Woody is released.
"Oh Don. I like that. This is a first for me. I've felt some guys cock through their pants but it wasn't that big."
I'm actually average in size. Jayden has no one to compare me too. It feels good having her caressing me. Dropping to my knees I'm at heaven's doorstep. There's a small button and a zipper holding her skirt, then it's on the bed. Her thong is damp, actually soaked as she said. Burying my face in the dampness, I'm overwhelmed with her intoxicating scent. It's been much to long since I had the opportunity to enjoy what Jayden is offering. Both of her shoes hit the floor with a thump. Slowly her thong is lowered exposing what has been causing my sleepless nights. Her pussy lips are swollen and moist. A kiss transfers her heavenly taste, my tongue then laps the surplus. Jayden's moaning. My hug has my face buried in her pussy. Positioning her on her back on the bed, she looks devastating dressed only in her white textured stay-up nylons. She watches my face as she spreads her legs, exposing her beauty. Jayden has a soft mat of tight black curls above pussy hiding her clitoris. Her puffy lips open like a pink blossom, the scent intoxicating.
There is nothing left to do but enjoy the vision before me with my tongue and nose. Her clitoris is out of its hood, super sensitive, she explodes with one climax after another, and to the point my tongue is aching. Then her hands are on the back of my head gently guiding me back to her clitoris. Jayden is ever more sexual then in my dreams.
"I have never cum as hard when I do it myself. Come lie beside me and let me do things for you."
My face is covered with Jayden secretions that are now drying in a thin crust. Lying beside her, she leans over and grasps my proud erection. My foreskin has been pulled back showing a raging purple head. The sensation of her warm hand on my shaft, while cupping my balls is indescribable. Jayden slowly strokes me. Opening my eyes, she is looking at my face. Her mischievous smile is evident.
"I told you we were meant for each other. I love what you did to me. I want to do the same for you. This all new to me, so you will have to give me some pointers."
Jayden kisses my shaft. The precum is flowing. Her tongue flicks the slit causing me to experience a wonderful sensation. She then engulfs the head and half the shaft. My body rise to with excitement. I've very little control over the inevitable. Jayden must have sensed this. She stops sucking. She rearranges her body so I'm looking at her lovely moist pussy. Her juice has accumulated and is actually running down her pussy to the sheets.
"Don. Let's do it."
"You can do it. I will lie on my back and you get on top. You'll have control."
My raging hard-on is hard, hurting and extended to max. watching Jayden position herself above me is a very sexual stimulating exercise.
"It looks awful big to go inside of me. Will it hurt?"
"That's why I want you on top for the first time. You can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable."
She slowly lowers her body. It more the enjoyable when my cock touches her moist pussy. It does feel good. Watching as the head disappears, Jayden eyes are closed she totally focused on the task at hand. She lows herself again, this time hitting resistance, her cherry. Jayden takes a few gentle thrusts however her cherry hold. She put both hands on my shoulders and slowly thrust up and down. She is getting up the courage to do the deed. Her face shows determination. The next downward thrust is with her full weight of her body. My shaft tears through her hymen and my shaft disappears deep in a warm glove of flesh.
"Shit, that hurt. But it feels so different and so full."
"Just relax for a minute until your body gets used to the intruder."
As Jayden leans over, giving me access to her breasts and allowing me fondle her nipples. Moving closer gives my mouth access to her nipples. I enjoy sucking nipples nearly as much as eating pussy. While enjoying her taste, my hands caress her smooth back and her bum cheeks. Jayden appreciation is manifested by the sighs and moans. Jayden's now a woman. Hell, I may be in love with this fourteen-year-old.
Jayden starts to move. She starts slowly raising her body and thrusting downwards. As she becomes confident, the movements increase in speed and intensity. My goal is hold off cumming, it's an uphill battle. Watching Jayden face and body language for a sign she is close. Then it happens. Her body arches and her breathing's erratic. Then she freezes. That's my queue to unleash a torrid of cum deep inside of her. Then she collapses in my arms. Slowly her breathing becomes regular. She has a dreamy satisfied look on her eyes. We are still joined at the hips.
"What a feeling. When can we do it again thank you for tonight?"
"No need to thank me. I'm honored that you thought enough of me to offer me your virginity. You're a dream come true."
We lay cuddled together for a time. Jayden is more than I thought possible, so soft, so mature a perfect lover. Then she rolls over and lies on her back. My mighty warrior has been reduced to a stub. I'm covered with pussy juice and cum with a slight tinge of red virgin blood. Jayden's is swollen and still open. The view is breathtaking. The slow river of cum, juice and bright red virgin blood ran to the sheets, proof positive of the results of our love making.
After cleaning myself, I return with a warm damp cloth to clean Jayden. It's a labor of love. I gently remove all traces of our lovemaking. I kiss her precious jewel, and tongue her ravished clitoris. She moves cautiously.
"Oh Don. I'm so tender down there. But I feel so wonderful. Can we do it again?"
The blood is rushing to my hero. My woody was getting ready for more action.
"I'd say in about half an hour. It'll feel better the second time. Are you up to it?"
"Oh Yes. I want more of it. A question, how are we going to get together after tonight?"
"Good question. We can't do it openly. We have to be able to meet without anyone getting suspicious. Perhaps tomorrow when you and the crew come over to pack the sound equipment we can talk about it. After what just happened, there has to be a way. What you have honored me with tonight needs to be repeated often."
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I'm ready for round two. My woody's an old warrior up for the challenge. When Jayden moves to the center of the bed and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was reddish and is still open. She's still very moist from her own juice and virgin blood. Lying between her legs, she guides my missile to her waiting pad. Her vaginal muscles grab me. The feeling of Jayden on the bottom is comforting. For one so young she certainly feels good and soft. Her body easily accepts my weight.
We're joined at the hips once more. This will be a more enjoyable coupling as there's no issue of cumming quickly. Bringing Jayden to the brink three times before she cums has her panting. The feeling of her body trembling with her climax confirms we need to find a way to continue meeting. Jayden's a natural lover. She nearly strangles me as she came. Her breathing is ragged prior too each climax. Finally my willpower gives up resulting in a very hard climax deep inside her womb. What could be better than this?
For the second time I've the privilege of removing the residue of our love making from Jayden pussy. She's so beautiful laying there with her legs spread wide. She's watching me admiring her.
"I am glad we met. Some of the girls at school have had their cherries taken in the back seats of cars. All said is it wasn't anything they would want to repeat. They need to have you teach them."
That's a nice compliment. Jayden's enough women for me. We need a reason to be together on a regular basis. But we'll have to wait to figure that out later. I set the alarm for two hours hence and curled up with Jayden's warm body. We both fell asleep exhausted.
The ringing alarm woke me with a start. Jayden kisses me. We hold each other.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. You hope we can do this often."
"So do I, but I have to get dressed. My mom and dad will be home in about three hours."
Again my labor of love, cleaning Jayden's pussy, during our sleep more cum mixed with her juice had accumulated between her legs The contrast of your skin tones and the pink interior of her pussy is mesmerizing. My woody starts to rise to the occasion. Jayden notice it.
"I wish we had time to fuck again. I love the feeling of you inside of me."
"Maybe when you come over later today we can get together."
"I hope so. I will be thinking of what we did all day. I'll miss you."
"Good. I'll be waiting for you. When you get home, make sure you put on a pad. I don't want your parents to question the fresh blood and all that cum seeping from you."
Jayden finishes dressing. She looks great. She was about to put on her thong but thought the better of it. She threw them to me.
"Something for you to remember the night."
"Jayden I'd never need anything to remember tonight. I'll relive this day many times in my mind."
Walked her to the door has a sad feeling about it. There're only a few people on the street in a small group still talking and laughing. The band left hours ago. It's with a sad feeling I watch Jayden make her way down the street. She looks back give me a smile. Then she gone, disappearing around the corner.
This is the start of a new part of my life. Hopefully there is much more to share with Jayden. Unfortunately things will have to wait for this afternoon to discover how we will keep our relationship going and growing.
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Date of first publication: Thursday, April 15, 2004
Story Codes: M/f f F con (23k)
Story Intro: Don has some trouble adjusting at school due to his two year adventure on the Barbary Coast; Literature gets the better of him. With the assistance of an interested teacher, he manages to overcome adversity. He continues his relationship with Jayden and manages to make some more new friends, mainly female.
Back From the Barbary Coast
Another Story By
Jack Spratt
Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis
It's been nearly four months since returning home. During that time, I've been in an immersion course attempting to bring my grades too where I should have been if I had been attending school. It's been a very hard grind to say the least. Fortunately Jayden has been there for me. Every night she joins me or I slip into her room. There's no such thing as getting enough of her. She's grown up in the two years. She's no longer a shapeless whip of girl who enjoyed sex with her brother. She's now a blossoming young woman, with all the attributes. Gone is the ill-defined waif who discovered there was much joy between her legs for both of us. Some times when I think of those first days, I wish we could go back. Life seemed much simpler then.
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My name is Don Parson now sixteen very mature for my age. My experience while a slave put a new prospective in my life. Now back at school I seem to be the focal point to many of my fellow students. The changes in my physical being have not gone unnoticed by my many of the female students as well as a number of teachers. Somehow the story got out of what I actually did while a slave. It didn't come from me. The only people that know of my adventures were Jayden and my three charges. Mom has taken to the three sisters, tutoring them, assisting them with their English and home schooling. Although their background is very dubious, they're very intelligent according to mom, quickly picking up the concepts of education and excelling at their studies. The den looks like a school room; mom has even recruited the talents of a retired school teacher.
In regards to the story leaking, my assumptions is it speculation resulting from leaks from across the pond; someone erroneously mentioned something and someone embellished it. When asked about it, I smile proceed to another subject. One good thing about the rumors is a number of very young girls have shown blatant interest in me. Girls as young as ten and eleven have come to me in the mall and asked very leading questions about my adventures. To this point I haven't taken advantage of their interest mainly because of the lack of time and the knowledge that enjoying young girls is so taboo, the requirement for me now is to ensure the girls are mature enough to understand. If I ever act upon my desires it'll be after much research and thought.
Two young girls really have tweaked my interest as they remind me of Jayden when we first discovered each other. Both are shapeless, like a broom handle, but have beautiful hair and faces of angels, one is ten and the other is eleven. Their long thin legs and absolutely shapeless bottoms remind me so much of Jayden when we first gazed upon each other. When Jayden first spread her legs for me she melted my heart, actually she still does.
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Dad involvement with assisting me liquidating the dated bills that I had concealed in the diplomatic pouch, has given me a feeling of financial independence. Since the sales were to dealers and the payment by check, I'm able to open an account and deposit, without anyone being the wiser. With the funds and the help of the bank manager four educational accounts are opened, one for each of the girls and one for Jayden. Their educational requirements are taken care of. In the event they don't use the accumulated funds they will be release to them on their twenty-fifth birthdays.
The cash that could not be deposited all at once is slowly being fed into the account and invested. The jewels are another matter. When I first approached the jewelry store in the mall and asked for assistance, the owner was under the impression that I had found some stones that I assumed were valuable. However, after his gemologist examined the samples he was much more attentive. With the help of my dad we made an agreement whereby the jeweler would appraise the jewels and arrange for them to be sold at a major auction monthly. Each month I would provide him with ten jewels from my stash. For his trouble he took ten percent of the sale. As with the collector bills settlements are paid by check that could be deposited. In the auction the jewels were described as family heirlooms, no questions were asked.
School was never one of my passions but I loved sports. Recently Literature really got the better of me and my marks showed it. Each test would result in nothing greater then a C-. Even constantly reviewing the material just didn't register with me. After getting another discouraging mark, there's a note attached to the test to report to Miss Granger after school.
Miss Granger has been teaching English and Literature since coming to the school four years ago. She's a very interesting woman. She always wears clothing to camouflage what all the boys are very much aware of, her fantastic body. When I first entered her class at twelve she was one of my favorite images when I started to masturbate. Jayden at that time was just a pain in the ass.
After the final bell, I trudged to Miss Granger's home room. She's at her desk marking papers.
"Miss Granger I got your note. Why do you want to see me?"
She looked up and smiled. Miss Granger has very light brown coffee colored completion. Her hair is very curly dark brown which she wore shoulder length. Her makeup is always flawless, her full lips coated with lip-gloss with accenting eye shadow. Things like that I never miss. Right now she reminds me of a number of assignments I had for my former master. Then her voice brings me back from some pleasant memories. From this angle, I can actually see down her blouse, she is wearing a lacy light blue bra. My body stirs.
"Don, your grades are very poor and if this continues, I'll have no other recourse but to fail you. You really don't want that do you?"
"I'm trying very hard Miss Granger but I can't get excited about Literature like you do. I find it very boring and a waste of time."
"I can assure you Literature is not boring, nor a waste of time. Literature when accepted causes you to think and wonder what the author is trying to express."
A smile fills my face as I think that the author had to be on dope to write some of the works we're studying but I keep those thoughts to myself.
"No Don, the authors didn't have to use dope to create the works we have studied. You just haven't taken the time to let your mind try and interrupt what they're trying to say."
The blush I'm sporting confirms Miss Granger is not only gorgeous but she can read my mind.
"Don, what I'd like to do is help you if you're willing, but it'll be up to you. I willing to tutor you after school while I'm marking papers and preparing for the next day's material. What do you think?"
"I know I have to pass Lit to qualify to apply for College or University so I haven't much choice in the matter do I?"
"Not really, but it's nice to think you had a choice."
"What do I do too start?"
"Well, let's review the material that your last test was based on. What I want you to do is read the passages again then close your eyes and think about what you read. Then I want you to answer the questions again."
The passage is about as boring as it was the first time around, so I do what she suggested. Staring at Miss Granger as my mind tries to grasp the meaning of the work, has me savoring the view of her full lips that seem to glisten in the light. Putting what I read into a sexual format I start answering the questions. After each question, I gaze at Miss Granger letting my mind undress her and enjoy her body bringing her to the height of passion. I'm close enough to her to be enraptured with her alluring scent. Finally done, I wait for her to look up. She's so beautiful. The quiet of the room with no distractions empathizes her many sexual attributes. Finally, she does look up; smiling displaying her perfect white teeth and her sexy pink tongue.
"Done, are you? Well bring it up and let me take a look."
Struggling out of the seat, I hand her my new answers. Returning to my sit, I watch her expression as she reads my answers with heavily sexual overtones. Her face takes on a deeper color tone, as I'm sure she is blushing. Finally she looks at me.
"Don, those are very moving interpretations of the passage. The beauty of Literature is everyone seems to take something different out of a piece. Your answers would have gotten you a pass. I'd like to see you again tomorrow same time."
"I'll be here Miss Granger."
Getting up from my seat, she is still reading my answers and didn't offer to return them to me. She could be getting excited; at least I hope she is.
Back in the hall, I seek my sister, as I need relief after being with Miss Granger. Jayden is talking to a number of girls as I walk up.
"Hi Don, have you met Bryn? She's one of my best friends."
"Hello Bryn, how are you?"
"Good and you?"
"Same. Jayden, are you going home?"
She looks in my eyes and sees the desire, smiles at me and says yes. Bryn excuses herself and leaves. I watch as she gives me a view of a very appealing bottom. She turns and smiles knowing where my eyes are.
"Bryn's very curious about you? She's heard all the stories drifting around and has asked me about them. I never answer. She's yours if you want."
"And what would you think about that?"
"I think it would be good for her. She hasn't dated much and I know she still has her cherry."
"How do you know that?"
"I felt it last night."
Now I'm blushing. Jayden really has grown up, that is something I'll question her about when we're in bed together not in a corridor at school. One of the items I did purchase from my nest egg was a three year old Safari van. At first I considered a Camaro but after some thought, I realized the potential of a van. All the windows, with the exception of the windshield have the heavy dark privacy tint. You have to put your face against glass cupping your eyes to even see a faith image of any contents. The ride home is relaxing, my hand on Jayden's hip then her thigh and when she spread her legs I cupped her pussy, the heat on my hand relaxes me.
"Don, mom is out with girls and dad won't be home till late. I know you want me, and I want you."
"Jayden you've no idea home much I want you right now. That session with Miss Granger has me rangy."
"She's a very beautiful woman isn't she? I love her complexion. I wish I had her skin shade."
My finger finds Jayden's clitoris, which in turn takes her mind off Miss Granger. Twice her body trembles with a climax before I turn into the driveway. We both get out and enter the kitchen. With our books flung on the table, we're in each other arms rubbing our crotches against each other. After kissing her, she runs to the bathroom, I hear the shower. In my room stripping, I then join her. The water is flowing off her beautiful body. Smiling she grasps my tool and gives it a squeeze before getting out. We quickly dry and then I follow her to her bed. That's a view, I'll never tire of watching, Jayden lies on her back, legs spread as she knows how much I enjoy being between them. Now beside her, we continue rubbing our bodies together, my cock rubbing her very moist pussy.
"Tell me about you and Bryn."
Jayden has a big smile on her face; she licks her lips with her tongue. Her hand is caressing my engorged tool. She knows how to keep me near the brink but not to make me cum.
"Well when you're away, I thought about getting a boyfriend but the boys in school are so immature, at least in my class, however, girls are not. You always enjoyed licking and tonguing me so one night during a sleep over I asked Bryn if she'd let me taste her pussy. She was shocked at first but said okay. After sucking her clitoris she exploded for the first time. She didn't know how to masturbate. I took care of that and we have been enjoying each other ever since. Actually, I've been with four other girls as well. Each of them is curious about my famous brother."
"Well right now your famous bother is only interested in his first love, you. I need you Jayden."
Enjoying Jayden's body has become a ritual since I returned. Each opportunity I taste, first her nipples and then her succulent pussy. Her ability to produce a large volume of elixir has increased immensely possibly a result of her enjoyment of so many young girls with the same tastes as mine. Now with my cock buried deep in my sister, her arms in a strangle hold around my neck, I pump until close to exploding, repeating it for at least four times before filling her willing body with my hot active sperm. No brother or sister could be as close as we are.
The next day after class, Miss Grange is waiting for me. Like yesterday she gives me one of my failed tests papers, requesting I read the subject material again and then re-answer the questions again. Using the same technique I read then study Miss Granger. Today she is wearing a dark maroon business suit with a red frilly blouse. My mind has her undresses and her legs spread as I enjoy all her charms. She reminds me so much of Nia my first assignment as a sex slave. The answers seem to flow onto the paper again with very sexual overtones.
Being alone with her in the room isn't the worse assignment, she's beautiful to look at and my imagination does the rest.
"Don, that was quick. Done already?"
"Yes, using your technique, the answers seem to flow from me. You're right, when I look at the passage as a source of ideas instead of just reading it, it makes a difference."
"Your answers yesterday were very moving. Do mind if I keep them? Your interpretation is very vivid."
Miss Granger is blushing. If she knew what I was thinking when answering she would really be embarrassed. Handing her my new answers, I take the opportunity to take another look down her blouse. She is wearing a red lacy bra that look fantastic against coffee colored skin. I wish.
"I don't mind. I'm glad you approve."
Back in my seat, I watch her read my answers. Her body shifts several times as if she's uncomfortable or getting excited. I can only hope it's the latter. Would she being interested in a young male student? It's difficult to see if she is actually moved by my answers, unlike me her blush isn't as distinguishable. Then she looks up at me, her breathing is heavy.
"Don, you have outdone yourself. Your interpretations are so unique. Had you answered the questions like this during the tests we wouldn't be here."
If I had, I wouldn't be here and wondering if it's possible to make love to you, is running through my mind. My cock's very interested. Is it okay for a student to proposition a teacher? I don't think so.
On my way home, my thoughts are how I can get to know Miss Granger better, by better I mean getting her into her bed. I wonder if she is curious about the stories that are being circulated about me. At home, Jayden's waiting for me; it seems that she's in a bad way. Mom and dad are home so we have to be careful. After a quick hello to mom and the girls in the kitchen, then to dad who is watching CNN, I hurry upstairs. No sooner had my door closed when the adjoining door opens, Jayden enters still dressed in her blouse but naked from there down. Her pussy is puffy and moist.
"Don, I don't know why I need you so much. Today all I could think of is you and sex. Twice my teachers caught me daydreaming and I got an extra assignment today because of it and it's your fault."
"How's it my fault?"
"That!"
She has her hand on my growing cock. Her quick fingers have my fly down in seconds; her warm hand grasps my shaft releasing it from its confines. She pulls me to the bed using my cock as a leash, flips on her back with her legs spread. No foreplay tonight. I have to admit feeling my cock buried gives me a good feeling. The best part of course its Jayden. It's a bit awkward with my slacks piled up at my ankles but we manage. Knowing my sperm is deep inside Jayden has me in subliminal bliss. Coming out of the traces, I realize something is different. The door adjoining the girls is open and three small faces are staring at our joined crotches. Loshanda has a big grin on her face.
"See girls, that is the reason our master hasn't been invited us into his bed, he's enjoying his sister. Come let's leave them alone."
The door closes; Jayden has a shocked look on her face, and then starts a nervous laugh. We hug and kiss until my cock slips out it warm home.
"That's what I have been thinking about all day Don. Hell, I didn't realize the girls were watching. I put on quite a show for them."
"You will find that the girls are very well versed in making love, both with males and females."
The wheels are turning in Jayden's mind. I can just imagine the possibilities as she now realizes that the three girls are available.
At dinner the three girls keep looking at Jayden and me with very knowing smiles on their faces. They actually make Jayden blush three times. Fortunately mom and dad didn't pick up on the silent interchange.
During the next week, I do manage to get each girl alone and enjoy their tight pussies. If mom ever found out she would have my balls. My truck got a lot of attention this week. Someone in its' past removed the back bench seat, leaving four captain chairs. After numerous vacuuming and a shampoo, the rugs are soft and clean. With the addition of an air mattress and a matching piece of three inch foam, it shows promise. Sooner or later, I know that my interests will be some of the younger set. In the halls at school, numerous preteens and teen girls follow me with their eyes, everyone curious some interested. It's just a matter of time.
Today Jayden has an assignment and will be home late. This gives me an opportunity to visit the mall and pick a few needed items. With my purchases completed, I stop to enjoy a large container of French fries and a cold drink. Like all teen boys, I watch the flow of girls. There's a mirage of shapes and sizes.
"You're Don Parson."
There before me is a young girl maybe eleven or twelve. She is featureless, wearing a skirt and a blouse. Both hang very loosely from her frame. Her legs are long and very thin, showing her bony knees. Her red hair is done in pig tails, her face is covered with freckles. As nonchalant as she looks there's something about her that makes me tingle.
"I was this morning and how are you?"
"My name is Retta Greer, I see you all the time at school."
"Hello Retta, what can I do for you?"
"Can I sit with you?"
"Certainly, grab a chair."
Retta's movements are very feminine, a pleasant surprise considering how young and immature she looks. When her face chances to an inquiring smile, for some reason I feel lost and very uncomfortable. Even with her featureless body has something whatever her vibes are she is getting to me.
"Do you like young girls like me?"
The heat from my back works its way to my neck; the hairs seem to stand on end with that question. Now the blush is heading to my face. Looking around the food court, nobody has the least bit interest in us.
"Why would you ask me a question like that?"
"I heard all the stories about you and want to know if any are true. I'm curious if the girls like it."
"What parts of the stories are you curious about?"
"Did you actually make love with girls as young as me?"
"How old are you?"
"Twelve, well nearly twelve, my birthday is in three months."
"Why would you be so interested in that? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Retta's face goes a deep red. She looks around scanning the area to see if anyone's watching or listening.
"I don't have a boyfriend because I don't have any tits. Other girls in my class are wearing bras; the guys don't give me a second look."
"And."
"I want to know if I can do it."
"It?"
"You know, put your thing in me. I rub myself after reading a favorite book of mine. Some of the girls say they do it often, I don't know if it's true."
"Are you sure you know what you're asking?"
"Yes I'm sure. I lay down with my legs spread and you get on top of me and put your thing in me and squirt in me. Am I right?"
"Well that is it basically but are you really sure what you are talking about? You're very small."
"I'm not small between my legs. I'm bigger than a lot of girls with boobs in my gym class. I even have a little button that feels really good when I rub it."
Now she is telling me things that shouldn't be shared with strangers. I don't recall seeing her in the halls. Watching her mouth move as she talks has me tingling. Shit the only other girl that ever had that effect on me is Jayden.
"Just what do you know about sex?"
"I read a lot."
"What about the pain and your hymen?"
"What pain? Hymen?"
"Maybe you better read some more, there is a lot you haven't read about."
"Okay, I will. Can we talk again?"
"Sure, why not."
Watching her walk away, I still can't believe the effect she is having on me. Shit, I'm hurting. My raging hardon needs some TLC. Taking the last slug with my straw, making a hellish noise, a voice calls my name.
"Hi Don, would you like some company?"
Looking up it is Miss Granger; she's the Miss Granger in my wet dreams. She's wearing a body hugging maroon leather outfit consisting of slacks and a jacket, with matching purse and shoes. The way it is molded to her body she has no secrets. What my imagination fanaticized is now a reality. Her body is like a Venus; her figure has to be the envy of every female she knows and the desire of every male fortunate enough to be able to view her. Every man's her slave. As at school her makeup is flawless, her lips my focal point, soft and moist looking. My mouth must be hanging open as she sits down. The scent of her perfume flows over me. She's laughing.
"What wrong Don haven't you seen a woman before? From what I hear, you've had your fair share."
Shit, I must be turning every shade of red as my blush causes me embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger, you caught me off guard. I've never seen you dress like this before."
"At school I dress conservatively, in public I wear clothes I like. It appears you like my outfit."
"Let's just say it put you in another light."
"You've a very nice blush Don. Most men try to avoid showing that emotion."
"As I said Miss Granger, you caught me off guard."
"Please Don, we're not in school, please call me Nia."
If you think I was blushing before you should see me now. Miss Granger did remind me of Nia, I can't believe it's her first name as well. I wonder if she is as willing as my young Nia was. Getting her pregnant wasn't work, it was true pleasure.
"What's wrong Don? What did I say to make you blush again?"
"It's your name, I knew another Nia."
Nia has an inquiring look on her face; she's trying to envision a scenario that could make me so self-conscious. My gaze runs down to her breast where it appears her nipples evident pushing against the leather jacket. From the size of the bulge they are a good size.
"Was she from your recent past? I've heard the stories of your adventures as everyone has. How much is true?"
"That is hard to say since I haven't heard the stories. I was a slave and had to work for my master for nearly two years. If you heard that then it's true."
"I heard that but it was the type of work you had to perform that's the interesting part."
"And just what type of work do you think I performed for my master? I did what I had to do to stay alive."
Now she's embarrassed, finally she's uncomfortable. She's looking down allowing me to stare at her. Now Nia would be an excellent subject for the back of my van, however, teachers and students are taboo but I can dream.
"The rumor has it you were a male paramour, were you?"
"That is a big word for a lowly student. You would have to explain what it means for me to answer. And besides, rumors are just that, rumors."
"You made love to girls and woman."
"A man never tells."
"You're a man now?"
"Isn't that what you've been asking me?"
Nia's on the run so to speak. She's at a loss for words. She's on my turf now.
"Nia it's getting late, I should be heading home for dinner. Mom won't be pleased if she has to hold it for me."
"Well can you give me a lift to my apartment?"
"It would be my pleasure."
As we walk through the mall every head turns both male and female. The men are jealous; I know how they feel as I have been in their shoes often. Nia is a striking figure of a woman, she doesn't walk she flows. Her bum cheeks gracefully move from side to side as she walks towards the exit. How I would love to peel off those leather slacks and enjoy feeling her soft warm skin.
At the Safari, I assist her into the van, she manages to rub her bottom against me, I'm sure I could feel some pressure against me. My imagination is running at full blast. After getting her address, I drive to her apartment building. Glancing towards her lap nearly causes an accident, her pubes are outlined in the leather and judging by the size she is well endowed in love lips.
Nia's silent during the drive, every time I look towards her she is looking at me. Her apartment is in a five story building in a good neighborhood. Pulling to the curb, stopping I quickly move to the passenger side to open the door, not that I'm so much a gentleman but the view has me very interested.
"Would you like to come up Don? I can't offer you much, I only have bottled water."
Of course my thoughts are of other things, she has a lot to offer, those lips, her beautiful breasts not to mention the rest of her body that just doesn't quit. As much as I would love too, I know mom is waiting dinner.
"I would love to Nia, but mom is waiting dinner, a rain check?"
"Of course, just a minute, I'll give you my number."
This is unbelievable; Nia's giving me her home telephone number, me a sixteen year old student of hers. Tongues would wag if this ever got out, accepting the number; I watch the dream walk towards the door. Nia turns.
"Call me anytime, I am usually home marking more papers."
"I will."
My drive home is via cloud nine. First my contact with Retta, who may be young but is obviously interested in sex, even if she isn't sure what it means. And then Nia, my wet dream of many years, this has been a very interesting trip to the mall.
My life is predictable for the next week, Jayden and I enjoy each other most evenings, she sleeps with me every night even if I have enjoy one of the girls. She confides in me she and the girls have been experimenting with each other. She blushes when she tells me. I know each girl has a unique taste.
Each day in Miss Granger's class we make serious eye contact. Other than that, she conducts herself as she has in the past, untouchable. I've yet to take advantage of her offer to visit her. During my trips to the mall, Retta hasn't been evident, even though I've looked for her. Just the thought of her intrigues me. Her small frame under me accepting my cock has a wonderful feeling to it. This is the longest time I've been without a virgin for months.
My last class Friday is Literature; Miss Granger looks very alluring in her dress. With her back to the class she writes our assignments on the board, my eyes are on her calves, wanting to run my hands up her nylon clad legs to heaven. I wonder is Nia shaves? When the final bell rings, there's a rush to leave the room and the school. Mom and dad are going out tonight so there's no rush to get home. Jayden is going to a movie with Bryn so I am on my own. Stopping at the mall, I get my usual, a large fries and a drink. The view is like before a steady flow of young girls, large and small. For some reason the preteens have my interest today. In their low riders many are showing a lot of beautiful soft tummies. Their cloths are so tight; I wonder how they actually get into them.
"Hi Don."
Turning to my left, Retta Greer is standing beside me, she is carrying a knapsack like most students seem to use. She's wearing low riders but with her lack of hips she has them fasten with a belt. Her blouse is a soft clingy material that shows to very interesting nipples. It's obvious she isn't wearing a bra, as she really doesn't have anything in that department. The soft white skin, with a pretty belly button showing, causes an instant hardon. Her hair is in pig tails, giving the impression she is about six or seven. Her lips are pursed for kissing. My body tingles just looking at her.
"Well hello Retta, how're you?"
"Good and you?"
"Couldn't be better, would you like some fries and a drink?"
When Retta blushes it is really noticeable with her light skin. I didn't think offering her fries and a drink would be embarrassing.
"You want to buy me something?"
"Sure isn't that okay?"
"It's for me but you're a senior and I'm a no body."
"Well you're somebody to me."
If Retta had breast she would have been pushing them out proudly, my comments have her smiling proudly. She sits down while I retrieve a small fry and a drink for her.
"This is like a date."
"If you like we can have a date."
She looks at the stream of people trying to see if anyone she knows is there. I can remember the feeling of a first sort of date with a girl, it was a little embarrassing but I was so proud.
"I researched the about what we talked about. My hymen would be broken if you put your thing in me and it hurts and bleeds the first time. Is that what you meant when you told me to read about it?"
"Yes, I want you to realize what you're asking."
"Well, I still want you to try."
"And when would you like this to happen?"
"Right now, I feel so funny between my legs."
Just looking at her eating her fries knowing she is likely very wet has me rock hard. The van is ready and so is Retta. I have so many things pulling at me. Fucking preteens is not looked at in the same light as in the desert. My experience with young girls has me continually wanting more. Even with as much as I love Jayden and all the things she is willing to do for me, I still desire young girls.
"You are really sure about this, there's no turning back after your hymen is broken."
"You mean my cherry. It's yours to pop if you want."
"My van is in the lot, it has privacy windows, is that okay with you?"
"Sure, can we go now?"
"Finish off your fries and then we will go. Do you want to go together or alone?"
"What do you think?"
"I am fine both ways."
"Okay I want to go with you. I hope some of the girls in my class see me with you."
Walking through the mall, I'm hoping the latter; I certainly don't want any of my peers seeing me leave with a preteen. Leaving the mall we head to the van. Fortunately no one appears to give us a second look. Opening the siding door, Retta climbs in giving me a view of a very slight bottom. She has to be all of eighty pounds of young girl. She's wearing a very pleasing scent; its effect goes right to my cock. I certainly hope Retta can handle my tool as relief is very necessary at this point. She moves between chairs and notices the foam and mattress.
"Have you had any girls her before?"
"Nope, you're the first."
Again she gives me that proud as punch look. She moves back and sits on the foam. I move beside her. As much as I want to ravish her, I keep my cool and let her take her time.
"So what do you want to do first? You realize you will have to get undressed."
"I know but can I see you first?"
"My cock?"
"Yes."
On my knees, undoing my belt, and then lowering my zipper, my pants fall then my shorts. My cock is standing out proud. Retta eyes are like saucers as she takes in the beast that hopefully will deflower her shortly.
"This's the first real cock I have seen. Can I touch it?"
"Certainly."
Lying down, Retta watches every bouncing movement of my shaft. Her small warm hand tries to encircle me. She's obviously surprised as my foreskin rolls down exposing the purple head, now dripping with precum.
"Have girls sucked you?"
"Yes, many times."
"Can I try?"
"Be my guest; just don't use your teeth."
Retta giggles at the thought, her hand pumping watching the foreskin roll back and forth as she decides if she will engulf my cock. My thoughts to her are go for it. I need to feel your warm mouth on me. Finally she leans over and opens her mouth; the head of my cock disappears. Humm it feels good. In moments she has the rhythm of sucking, her head bobbing up and down.
"Not too much now, or I will cum."
"In my mouth?"
"Yes, some girls like the taste."
She looks at me with her big eyes then releases my aching cock from her mouth. Her saliva coats it. Retta takes of her shoes and socks, then her blouse. Her ruby red nipples are the only protrusion on her chest. She can stand in the van but has to lean. She removes her belt, and wiggles to get her jeans to fall. Her little girl panties are white cotton with red bunnies on them. She moves so she is standing in front of my face which is at her crotch. She seems to realize what a captive audience she has as she leans over and offers me her mouth for a kiss. The electricity flows through our lips as they meet. My finger finds one of her nipples, caressing it softly. Retta sighs. Using my tongue, her mouth opens accepting it. We play tongues for a few seconds before she pulls away. Eye to eye, she lowers her panties to her ankles and steps out of them. She is standing naked before me. Her totally bald puffy pussy is at eye level. She is right she does have a very large vulva a very pleasant surprise considering her size. I can feel the heat and smell her aroma. Leaning over, I kiss her cunt, at first she jerks back due to the shock, then realizing how good it feels she pulls my head into her pussy.
Her young pussy tastes a bit of pee and her juice. Finding her little button works miracles. She nearly collapses with her first tongue induced climax. She has a death grip on my head, her pussy glued to my mouth.
"Oh Don, nobody told me about that, it feels so good."
"You taste good Retta."
"Do you want to fuck me now?"
"I certainly want to try."
Surprisingly she looks so delicate with her thin gangly legs spread, knobby knees up. Her pussy opens just enough to give me a view of her wondrous pink interior. My body overshadows her as I get into position to fuck her. The head of my cock is at her opening moving forward to make contact. Pushing it starts its' journey to remove all barriers. Moving into her slowly, I never take my eyes off her face watching for signs of too much pain. She's a trooper; with the exception of a few gulps she doesn't say a thing. Then striking her cherry we ounce off her membrane a few times, I wait for a sign to break through.
"Do it Don, I am ready."
One strong thrust has me buried to the hilt. Finally Retta exhausts all her pent up breath after losing her hymen. Slowly stroking in and out of her ravished pussy has her panting in my ear. Her thin arms are around my neck her small hips slamming me with every thrust. This's a first time for me, there's no way I can hold off cumming. The first sting of cum explodes deep into Retta. Welcome relief flows through my body. Feeling four large surges, followed by a number of small ones, satisfy my needs.
We're still joined at the hips as my cock subsides; Retta pussy is so tight it retains its grip on my stub. She past her first experience with flying colors. She'll be an excellent lover.
"How do you feel?"
"Really different, I don't know if I will be able to walk again, everything feels numb but wonderful."
"The numb feeling will disappear shortly. There'll be a mess when I pull out of you."
"I know, cum and blood. I did read all about it."
My stub is coated with a pinkish mixture. Being prepared, I have a full box of tissues, some baby wipes and some plastic bags to put the waste in. Retta surprises me when she pulls out a zip lock bag from her knapsack that contains a damp cloth. Gently she wipes her pussy, removing all traces of cum and her virgin blood. When she notices me looking between her legs she attempts to spread them further. She does have a beautiful cunt. I hope she wants to do this again.
"That was nice Don, can we do it again?"
"Any time you want?"
"What about Monday, after school?"
"I'll try and park right here, I don't think I'll be late."
She leans over and kisses me; my hand gently traces her pussy. I have to admit it feel great to have a young teen to fuck. I've a sad feeling when Retta actually dresses. Opening the door to check it anyone is close I beckon to her. Watching her disappear back into the mall has me pining for more of her.
It is dark when I arrive home. The house is dark, indicating I'm the first one home. After dumping my books in my room, I hit the shower. Gasping my cock, I gently wash it making sure all evidence of Retta are removed. I feel good. Lying on my bed naked, I attempt to watch television but fall asleep. What wakes me up is the click of the adjoining door. What I can't get my mind to accept is two figures coming towards me. If it was the girls door that would be comprehensible but Jayden's it doesn't make sense.
"Hello Don, you look good tonight."
My cock is a raging hardon. The cobwebs in my mind still see two images where there should only be one.
"Do you like what you see Bryn?"
Shit, Jayden brought Bryn to my room and I'm lying here naked.
"Don't worry Don, mom, dad and the girls have gone to a movie they won't be back for another couple of hours."
It isn't mom and dad I'm worried about its Bryn, what's going on here?
Both sit on the edge of my bed, Jayden leans over and kisses me. What I feel is a hand gently grasping my shaft, then a mouth on the head, since I am kissing Jayden; it has to be Bryn sucking me.
"I told Bryn you wouldn't mind fucking her. Is that all right?"
"Don't you think it is a little late for you to be asking that now?"
Bryn's out of it, sucking me like there is no tomorrow. Jayden said she's a virgin with no sexual contact with a male. She's a natural.
"Bryn be careful, if you keep sucking like that, you'll make Don cum. I love tasting him but you want him to fuck you."
Of course what they don't know is about my afternoon with Retta, which turns out to be a good thing; otherwise Bryn would be enjoying her first taste of hot sperm.
"Bryn has been getting up the nerve for this all afternoon. She really wants to fuck but is unsure of herself. I told her you would be gentle."
"If she doesn't stop, it'll be a while."
"Bryn, stop sucking Don, let him do his thing for you."
Jayden moves off the bed, she is standing naked before me. Bryn sits up, her titties standing out from her young body. Gently laying her on her back, my mouth is on her adequate nipples. Her hands are on my head guiding back and forth between breasts. Finally slipping down between her legs, her strong scent of sex fills my nostrils. She has a thin bush just above her engorge clitoris. She certainly isn't lacking in pussy juice, my tongue gets a full coating with the first contact. Spreading her love lips I attempt to capture all of her juice but that is impossible. The more I swallow the more flows.
Finally I'm above her. Jayden is watching both of us. She's now at the foot of the bed as I get ready for the act. My cock slowly enters Bryn, with her lifting her hips for better contact. Now at her cherry, I lift my ass in the air and with a hard thrust Bryn's cherry is no longer. Bryn is panting in my ear, her body giving as well as taking the physical part of love making. When she cums she nearly strangles me, her arms are like a vise around my neck. I can only hope she is protected like Jayden as my hot cum rushes deep inside of her. Now I lay panting on top of her.
"Watching you take her cherry had made me so hot Don. Do you have some left for me?"
"Give me a few minutes Jayden."
"How did if feel Bryn?"
"Like you said after the initial pain it is wonderful. I haven't felt like this before."
Jayden took Bryn to the bathroom to help her with her mess. I cleaned my cock with tissue and made sure there are no blood stains on the sheets. Explaining virgin stains would be a bit trying for sure. The girls return, Bryn wearing panties with a big bulge at the crotch. Both snuggle beside me, Jayden's hand on my cock rubbing. It isn't that long before I am hard and willing to try again. Jayden positions her body beneath me. My ejaculation isn't that strong but it is sufficient considering this is my third time in less than six hours.
Later that night after our parents and the girls come home and retired both Bryn and Jayden slept with me. That morning Bryn enjoyed her second round, her pussy puffy and red and now full of a fresh load of sperm. During breakfast both girls made signs to me every time mom turned her back. They are indicating they want more.
As it turns out Bryn stayed over all weekend. Between her and Jayden, I don't think a drop of cum is wasted. Actually Bryn experienced giving me a blowjob under Jayden expertise.
After Bryn left on Sunday night and when we finally went to bed, Jayden was sucking me when I fell asleep. She still enjoys using my cock as a soother.
Monday after school, I'm off for my second meeting with Retta. During my last classes, I prayed that nothing would come up. They're answered and within twenty minutes of the final bell I'm in the parking lot at the mall waiting for Retta, hoping she does show up. While waiting I spot the two girls that showed interest in me before. If all goes well it won't be long before one or both of them will be enjoying the back of the van.
Surveying the flow of people around the main entrance I spot Retta. She's wearing her school uniform of a skirt and blouse. Her familiar knapsack is over her back. When she spots the van her step picks up. Sliding the door open she quickly passes me and goes to the back.
"I'm glad you came, Don. I haven't thought of anything since we were together."
"I'm glad you came as well Retta. How do you feel?"
"Since, we fucked, in a trance. I want to do it again so bad."
She looks so cute in her uniform. Her pleated skirt stops just above her boney knees. Lifting her skirt exposes her panties, this time it is a V-string. She pulls it aside to show me her wet puffy pussy. She is beautiful in her own right.
"I only have about a half hour Don I hope it's enough time."
"More than enough, if all we do is have sex."
She unfastens her skirt, dropping it to the floor, and then removes her V-string. Now she is on her back legs spread. My pants, shorts and shoes follow her clothing and I'm between her legs, her hand on my shaft guiding me to her pussy. Retta is so wet my cock just slips into her.
"It feels much better this time Don. Your cock feels good."
This time I pace myself making sure Retta cums twice before filling her cavity with my hot sperm. Her boney body feels good underneath me. We kiss as we lay together.
"I have to go Don, I don't want mom to question me so I can't be late. Can we meet again?"
Watching her clean her pussy has my cock growing again, if we had more time I would love to fuck her again.
"I want to fuck you again Retta, I don't know what it is but I feel so good between your legs."
"Good, I like that. I have to go now."
"Here's my cell number, call me when you have time."
"I will."
Watching her till she disappears, twice she turns and waves at me. Her preteen body will fill the void of what I've been missing. I still can't believe that I enjoy being with a small slight young preteen.
Retta calls me twice during the week, each time we meet and fuck. Each time her confidence grows. Retta is growing up faster than her body is developing.
School is going better, my Literature marks are at passing, I'm still playing eye games with Miss Granger. I still haven't had the nerve to call her. Maybe my expectations are too high and I don't want to be humiliated.
The school basketball team has a crucial game on Friday at Medway High. Most of the school will be attending to give them support, myself included. It's a hard fought game that we lose by two points. Needless to say we're all in the dumps as the crowds leave the auditorium. In the parking area, I notice Miss Granger looking about as if she's lost.
"Hi Miss Granger, it's too bad about the game."
"It was close. we played well but not well enough."
"Is there something wrong? Have you lost something?"
"You might say that, my ride took off without me."
"You're kidding?"
"No, Tracy Barnes was supposed to wait for me, she will likely remember tonight."
Miss Barnes teaches music and is known as a blond airhead. She's good to look at but comes across as dumb as a post. It's no surprise that she took off without Miss Granger. Don to the rescue.
"I would be glad to drive you home."
Quickly I'm at the passenger door opening it then helping her. Nia's wearing a very daring pair of low rider jeans. Looking at all the beautiful exposed flesh, I've no idea how those jeans manage to say in place. They've to be two inches or more below her beautiful deep belly button. From the back when she stretches, the top of her ass cheek crack peeks out when she leans forward. The view and her scent have me tenting.
"Don you're a lifesaver. As I was looking for Tracy, the team bus pulled out of the parking lot. Had I known, I could have hitched a ride with them."
The T-shirt Nia's wearing is stretched to its limit engulfing her breasts. The outline of her bra has my imagination working overtime. She's dressed like so many of the girls at school.
"I hope this is not interfering with anything Don. I really appreciate it."
"It's my pleasure. I had nothing lined up for after the game."
"You actually came to the game alone? I thought you would have a girlfriend by now."
"With all the extra courses covering what I missed, time is a factor; I just don't get out that much."
Watching Nia shifting her weight in the seat is very interesting. The bottom of her T-shirt has ridden up exposing a very smooth flat stomach. I would love to lean over and blow bubbles in it. Her jeans are tight, the material pulled into her crotch giving me a great view of her full pubes and camel toe.
The trip is about thirty minutes; I keep sneaking looks at the goddess riding with me. What I wouldn't give to suck her chocolate nipples. Finally at the apartment, I quickly am at her passenger door opening it. She gives me a curious look.
"Don, you're so chivalrous, you'll have no problem with girls. Not many men are as considerate as you."
"Thank you."
"Would you like to come up?"
I thought she would never ask. Being alone with her in private may fulfill my imaged scenarios. Having undressed her so many times in my mind, I can only hope something good happens. Nodding affirmative to her, I follow her into the lobby. In the apartment we end up in the kitchen.
"I can offer you a coke or coffee."
I was hoping she would have said of me but I settled for coffee. It's a pleasure watching her move about in the kitchen. She has a bum that just doesn't stop. Each time she moves past me, the desire to reach out and feel is very strong. Finally she is sitting across from me, her lips begging to be kissed.
"Quit staring at me Don. You make me nervous."
"Sorry, it's hard not to stare at you Nia."
"You know it's not a good thing for a teacher to get involved with a student."
Since I hadn't made any overtures to her yet, her statement is based on something she's been thinking. Is she interested in me, or interested in my story? Whatever the reason, it's interest.
"Are you thinking of getting involved with a student?"
We're now staring at each other. Her beautiful long lashes accent her dark brown eyes are shining with excitement. I've a dry frog in my throat. Should I be bold and approach her? She seems frozen in her chair. Well the worst thing that could happen is she slaps my face and orders me to leave. I would be no worse off. Reaching across the table I cover her hand. The heat of the touch goes right to my cock. Nia doesn't pull away, however her expression changes to one of interest. Now actually holding her hand, her grasp puts pressure on my hand. With one finger, I caress the palm of her hand. Her lip-gloss is effervescent giving her lips a luscious glow. Enough of the teasing, I get up lean over and slowly move my face towards hers ending up kissing her. The taste from her coated lips is very pleasant and sexual. Nia breathing is now heavy and irregular. Taking the first kiss as an approval for my actions, I grasp the sides of her head and give her a passionate full kiss, my tongue flicks out tracing her full lips, tasting more lip-gloss.
"Don this is not the correct teacher student relationship."
"Are we going to have a relationship?"
Nia arms are around my neck pulling towards her. Bracing myself, I lift up bring her lush body out of the chair allowing me to grasp under her knees and to lift her. Looking about for a sofa, she buries her face into my neck.
"The bedroom."
That sounds good to me walking through her living room, through a door on the other side opposite to the kitchen. Her bed is a queen size all gussied up in a soft pale green. Her chocolate body must look heavenly stretched out. Gently I deposit her on her back on her bed; she is looking up at me. Moving down her body, I slowly remove her shoes. Her toe nails are painted a beautiful dark red. What to do next?
Nia hands are rolling her T-shirt over her bra. It is white demi-cup, with much of Nia pouring out the top. Moving beside her, my face is buried in the shadowy area between them. Her hands are on the back of my head pulling me deeper into her softness. My nimble fingers find the hooks managing to release her two treasures. Now my decision is which nipple to taste first. Nia's are very large with beautiful saucer sized aureoles. She gasps when she feels me mouth her left nipple and suck. My hand is covering her breast softly kneading. Switching nipples, with both hands kneading a breast, Nia arches her back pushing against my mouth. The next challenge is her jeans, they appear painted on. Still enjoying her nipple, I find and lower her zipper. The snap makes a sharp sound as it let go. There are all kinds of resistance as I attempt to lower her jeans. They just don't want to move. Nia senses my frustration, lifts her hips and wiggles back and forth until the jeans are lowered to her knees. My eyes are focused her damp lacey thong. The small patch of cloth just covers her love lips. Nia is emitting a heady scent. The thong is soaked. Sitting up I remove her jeans, then slowly uncover a hairless moist pussy. Her minor labium extends about an inch and a half past her love lips. It is wrinkle and very moist. Nia's clitoris is as large as my thumb standing out proud. What a combination for loving. She's even more appealing than my dreams. Using butterfly kisses I travel to her belly button. She nearly goes wild as my tongue penetrates it. Finally I'm at my goal, her moist, juicy pussy. My first target is her minor labium mouthing all if the exposed skin and sucking.
The erotic feeling causes Nia's hips to lift off the bed pushing against my mouth that is really working on her labium. Then switching to her clitoris she tosses and turns like a wild person between climaxes. When Nia cums her body stiffens like a board and she cums often. She's so wet; I can feel her juice running down my chin. Stopping long enough to get undress, I notice she is watching me removing my shorts. When I stand my tool is standing out in front of me in its full glory. Her eyes seem to get bigger as she takes in the girth.
"So the stories are true. You did service girls while you were a captive."
Not answering, I move between her legs. The interior of her pussy is a bright pink, bordered by a very dark ring of skin. Everything between her legs is swollen in anticipation of sex. Within seconds, I am buried to the hilt in Nia. Her pussy muscles seem to grasp my shaft and squeeze. All my imaginary dreams of having sex with Nia are coming true. It feels so good and exciting to be deep inside my Literature teacher.
"Would you call this getting involved with a student?"
She had enough energy to give me a whack on the back of my head before burying her fingernails in my back. I can feel the pain as she breaks skin in a numerous places. The sensation of being buried in her overcomes all pain. This is so good. Nia arches her back to get maximum penetration. My cock slides in and out of a very tight moist quim. Nia has total muscle control as she grasp my shaft as it does its job. Twice her body tenses as she stops breathing long enough to explode in a climax. Finally at the point of no return, all my controls blow at once, hot cum flows. As I grunt to extract every last ounce of cream out of me, Nia has a death grip on me pulling into her. Finally her body relaxes and all the stiffness disappears. She whispers.
"I think we crossed the line between student and teacher. I have never cum so hard in my life. Your cock fills me like none other. Can you do me again?"
"Of course, give me half an hour."
"And not a second more, here come and cuddle with me."
While cuddling I enjoy her nipples, sucking and massaging. She reminds me of Alicia and her desire for sex. Nia's skin is flawless, no marks at all, just a beautiful ebony body. She smells so good, her scent mixed with the strong smell of sex that permeates the room.
We do manage to have intercourse twice more before I leave totally exhausted. Nia gives me an open invitation to visit any time I need to. She kisses me good bye and caresses my tool.
"You take good care of that Don, that pacifier of yours will keep you in good stead with every girl you bed. Wow, I can't believe I did this with a sixteen year old."
The drive home is very relaxed and just under the speed limit. The windows are open allowing me to enjoy the cool breeze hopefully to wake me. I hope I have enough left for Jayden is she comes looking for sex.
It is late when I get home, there is a night light on in the kitchen, and a note on the microwave tells me my dinner is in the refrigerator. The last thing I am thinking about right now is eating. After two glasses of milk, I am in the bathroom under the shower. After drying I quickly go to my room nude crawling into bed. It has been a long day.
"Oh Don, I have been waiting for you."
Jayden leans over and is in my arms kissing me. Then she goes limp. She has fallen back to sleep. She looks like an angle, her breast are exposed, her nipples begging to be kissed. After kissing them, I snuggle up to her and wait for sleep to overtake me. Hell, I am glad to be home.
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Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's Heaven in the Mountains At Christmas
Summary: Don and Nia enjoy Christmas at Camp George. Their soft, passionate love continues. This is a love story. This will be the last of the Heaven in the Mountain Series
Keywords: M/f con
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Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and, as such, it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now, as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors.
Copyright (C) 2000, Jack Spratt. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication: Monday PM, December 25, 2000
Story codes: M/f con.
Story intro: Don and Nia enjoy Christmas at Camp George. Their soft, passionate love continues. This is a love story. This will be the last of the Heaven in the Mountain Series
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Heaven in The Mountain at Christmas
Another story by
Jack Spratt
Part Four of the Series
This is the final part of the series.
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Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing.
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It was hard leaving Jayden, after the days we had together during the Thanksgiving weekend. Being with her always gives me a feeling of exhilaration. Jayden's smiling face, her mature aura, her mannerisms, and the way she loves me, provides me with a reason to enjoy life and feel young again.
The time we spent at Camp George will have to keep me satisfied till Christmas, when Jayden is joining me for her holiday break. Her parents will be off on a cruise; it will give us nearly two weeks together. My life's stops and starts are measured between the times I am with Jayden.
It was snowing when I drove up to the ranch. When Jayden is here, I concentrate on her and let the ranch fend for itself. My foremen are quite capable of taking care of the day-to-day activities. I am always available in the event of an emergency.
The coming of winter generally causes ranch activities to slow down. With the deep snow, the hands only leave the ranch to ensure the cattle are still in the lower gazing area. They check what feed is available and advise if we need to supplement the existing feed with additional hay. We bale several tons every year. It is stored under tarps that look like circus tents. It takes a lot of hay to feed the herds we maintain.
The ranch has taken on a festive air. Half of the hands stay at the ranch for Christmas. There are many reasons for that, which most keep to themselves; their personal life is private. If they want to share, that is fine. I always make sure there are plenty of seasonal treats. You would be surprised at the number of boxes of chocolates my men can consume.
One concern keeps running through my mind: In the event that we are snowbound at the ranch, Jayden will require a private room. In the summer, she uses the guesthouse. That is not an option in the winter. The only room available is next to mine. Years ago it was a nanny's room; now, it is full of junk. We have three weeks to make it into a bedroom for a young lady. I can still see Jayden at Camp George, naked in the lamplight as she played with her dildo, teasing me with every movement. My body just tingles imagining that image. I need her.
Jack can handle this undertaking. He was a painter in his younger life. This will give him and his crew a project to keep them out of trouble. When I approach him, he actually welcomes the challenge. All of the existing junk will be taken to the large storage area in the barn. It will be interesting to see what is actually hidden among those treasures. I don't think it has been cleaned since I took over the ranch eons ago.
While in town for supplies, I will look into furnishings for the new guest room. There are a couple of windows that will need coverings. Since I can't see the walls for the junk, I will have to wait to decide our next step. The next morning Jack and his crew are hard at it.
"Don, where did all this junk come from? Now I know why no one ever went it there! Will we find a corpse?"
"I hope not! It was a storage room when I took over the ranch. The former owners left all kinds of treasures and since I never needed the room, I just added to it. I have no idea what is in there."
I should have made an effort to do this a long time ago. Leaving the boys to clean out the room, I go to town. Jayden's Christmas gift is ready. She likes long, dangling earrings; this is a selfish gift, as they look fabulous. They are of fine gold chains with diamonds. The set will look great on her soft dainty ears. The jewelry is ready and beautifully gift-wrapped. I also had to stop at Mac's to find out who spilled the beans about the tuxedo I rented when I took Jayden to the plays. I will think of something appropriate for the ranch hand that spread that bit of news.
My first stop is the furniture store. I purchase a king sized bed and with matching bedside tables and a bureau with a large mirror. From there I went to the small store that specializes in linens and bedding. I really don't know much about this type of shopping. When I purchase this type of thing for the ranch, I just call and tell them what I want. In a few days it shows up. For Jayden it really needs a woman's touch. I told the sales lady what I need and asked if she would make sure everything is coordinated. She is to call Jack and suggest wall colors. She will match all the linen to the wall colors. Being a male, as long as the bed is clean who cares what color it is? Next stop was Mac's.
"Hello Mac. How is business?"
"I hope it gets better now that you are here. Do you need a new suit? How about renting the tuxedo again? It hasn't been rented since you used it; so, it is still adjusted for your size."
"No, I don't need anything. However, the tuxedo is the reason I am here. Which hand did you tell about the tuxedo?"
"What makes you think anyone knew about the tux?"
"When I returned to the ranch every hand asked me how it felt to be dressed like a penguin."
"Well, I hope you don't make it too hard on him. It was Jack. He came in for a new shirt while I was getting your order ready. He was laughing when he left."
"Well, he won't be laughing when I get through with him. Does the town still have the temperance ladies?"
"Yes. They are active at this time of year. Actually, they just came in looking for a donation for their Christmas party for the local children."
"I wonder if they need a Santa Claus. Do you have Jack's sizes on file?"
"Yes, I do. Why?"
"Do you have a Santa Suit?"
"Yes."
"Well make the necessary adjustments to fit Jack. He just volunteered to be the Santa for the temperance ladies."
"You wouldn't, Don. You know how he likes his beer!"
"I think he needs a little humbling. Don't you agree?"
"Don't bring me into this! I would love to be there, though, when you tell Jack he is going to be Santa Claus for the temperance ladies. I'm going down to the local watering hole and tell the crew. This is a history-making event."
I couldn't help but smile thinking about Jack in a Santa suit, especially for the temperance league. It has to one of the last chapters in the country. My surprise for Jack will have to wait till tonight's meal in the dining room. The effect will be much greater than if he learns how he volunteered during dinner with the crew witnessing the event.
When I return to the ranch, Jack is waiting for me.
"I got a call from the lady at the linen store. I ordered the paint. I am going to town this afternoon to pick it up."
"How is the cleanup?"
"We removed tons of junk. Some or the items I have never seen before. One of the hands suggested giving the auctioneer a call. If there is anything of value he may know. By the way, did you know that there is a connecting door to your bedroom?"
"No, I don't think so. There isn't a door in my room. Let's take a look."
The junk room did reveal a door in the wall towards my bedroom. There is no such door in my room.
"Let go and check my room. The doorway must be covered up."
When we enter my room, there is a large wardrobe covering the area where the door should be. The wardrobe was there when I moved into the room.
"Let's move the wardrobe to see what's behind it."
It took the two of us to move the monster. It is solid oak and it's heavy! Now I remember why it hasn't been moved. I couldn't do it alone. At the time, it wasn't a priority.
"What do you want me to do with the opening? Cover it?"
"No. Clean the door and stain it. Put a one-way lock on the guest side of the door. If anything happens to scare Jayden, she can open the door and holler. I won't need access. If we didn't have a guest it would just remain as it is. What else is required for the room, other than needing new paint and a stained door? Are the windows sound?"
"Everything is in good shape. We cleaned the light fixture. The bathroom was a mess, but I ordered a new whirlpool tub and commode. I will pick everything up today. We should be done by the weekend."
"You've done a great job Jack! I will have to think of something to reward you."
"Oh, Don, you don't have to do anything. I really enjoy doing this type of work. If I had a constant source of jobs years ago I would likely still be doing it."
"Jack, I want to do something for you that you will remember for all the Christmas to come."
At this point Jack realizes I am setting him up for something. Fortunately, he doesn't have a clue. He has a puzzled look on his face.
"Don, I really don't like the sound of that. You have something up your sleeve. Maybe I should start riding the fence line and come back in a week."
"You don't leave this ranch until that bedroom is complete. Jayden wants to go to Camp George; but, if the weather doesn't co-operate, then there will be a private bedroom for her. Make sure the hall door lock works as well. I don't want a happy hand accidentally opening the door while she is sleeping. It was fine when only men were here, but this Christmas it will be a little different. Advise the men that they have to be dressed to enter the ranch house while Jayden is here, no long johns. You know how crazy some of the men are."
"That won't be a problem. They may be two minutes late for breakfast, but they will live through it."
Leaving Jack to continue, I went to the kitchen. Cooky is preparing dinner for the crew.
"What are we having tonight?"
"Roast beef, potatoes and gravy, peas and carrots and apple pie for dessert."
"Sound good. Do you have some wine; enough for all the hands to have a drink?"
"Yes. I have a case in the cooler labeled as salad oil. Otherwise we wouldn't have any."
"Put enough out for each hand to have a glass. We are going to have an announcement that I want every hand to remember."
"Whatever you say, Don. I trust the announcement doesn't involve the kitchen."
"Sorry, Cooky, you will find out when the rest of the hands do."
The balance of the day goes quickly. Hearing the dinner bell, I follow the crew to the dining area. Most are talking about the wine glasses at the table. I just listen. I want everyone to be seated before Jack is volunteered to be Santa. We are well into the meal when Cooky and his staff come around pouring wine.
"Men, the wine is for a toast. As soon as everyone has a full glass I will make the announcement."
That comment really starts the chatter. I could hear speculation as to the reasons for the toast.
"Thank you for being patient. I know all of you will support this endeavor once you hear about the good cause. Men, I want to propose a toast in honor of Jack Masters. You all know Jack. He has been working hard in the main house doing some remodeling; but, that isn't the reason we are honoring him."
By the look on Jack's face, he is waiting for the other shoe to fall. He knows it won't be good since I am taking all this time to get to the point.
"I know Jack will want to say a few words of appreciation after this announcement. But, first, a little background as to why Jack was chosen for this honor. As you are all aware, I recently took my niece to some plays that were part of her course material at her school. Both events were opening nights, which meant I had to dress the part. I know that all of you know that I wore a tuxedo, a penguin suit. I now know who provided that little piece of information to you. His part will be remembered by all of us present. Is that not correct, Jack?"
He just nods, as he still doesn't know just what it has to do with the announcement.
"I want all of you to raise your glasses to Jack who, because of his interest in male attire, has been volunteered to serve as Santa for the local temperance league's Christmas Party. His costume is being fitted as we speak at Mac's Clothing store."
The dining room reverberates with the roar of laughter and clinking of wine glasses as everyone shouts their approval. Then, the hands start a chant of "speech, speech."
Jack is looking right at me when he says.
"I don't know what to say. I guess the moral of this is from now on to keep my mouth shut."
The rest of the night went downhill for Jack. The group must have congratulated him a hundred times for seeing his civic duty. I don't think Jack will be so quick to broadcast information next time.
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Time passed quickly and Jayden's Christmas break is finally here. I plan on picking her up tomorrow. The room Jack remodeled is ready. It has a new four-piece bath with a whirlpool in the tub. New curtains are hung, matching the new paint. All the linens match. I will have to drop off a gift for the clerk who put it all together for me. It looks great, very feminine. Jayden is going to love it! But, she has her heart set on a trip to Camp George. My riders report the trail is still passable. They did recommend snow machines, rather than horses. If we do have a serious snowfall while we are there, then the machines will be able to get us back to the main ranch house. If it is too deep, it could seriously injure horses.
Jayden will be calling. We are to finalize a time for me to be in town. Tomorrow night I will have Jayden in my arms.
In the kitchen, Cooky is busy with meal preparations.
"Do you have everything you need for the Christmas Dinner?"
"Yes, Don. Everything is ordered and will be here at the ranch on the 23rd. I will pick up the booze, personally, and put under lock and key. Some of the hands can smell alcohol within a mile."
"Cooky, I may need a Christmas Dinner for Jayden and myself. She has her heart set on spending it at Camp George. Will you make sure we have something for the trip?"
"I have already taken care of that. You mentioned it when you told me she was coming for Christmas. I can have a package ready in less than an hour, if you do go."
"Thanks Cookie. I really appreciate your help and I know Jayden enjoys it as well. She is a very good cook. She did a job you would have been proud of at Thanksgiving."
"She is a good girl, beautiful too. She actually does help in the kitchen when she is here in the summer. She picked up many tricks of cooking very quickly."
"Speaking of Jayden, she will be calling very soon. Thanks, Cooky, for everything you have done for me."
"Merry Christmas, Don!"
In the study, awaiting Jayden's call, I thumb through the accounts. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Pouring myself a Black Russian, I am totally relaxed as I enjoy thinking about the upcoming events. The telephone rings.
"Hello Jayden."
"Uncle Don, I am so excited! We will be together for nearly two weeks. Mom and dad are packed and will be gone before you get here."
There is a pregnant pause in our conversation; my cock reacts to that news.
"What time will you be home from school?"
"We finish at twelve."
"I will be in your driveway at twelve thirty."
"Good. I will be in my nightie waiting. I want you so bad. Tell the hands you will be picking me up at three. I want a long loving. My body needs you."
I can picture her black pussy with the pink inner lips and her clit begging to be sucked. I want to leave right now.
"Oh Jayden, I do love you. You are my life! I didn't know what I was missing till you awakened my desire. It will seem like an eternity until tomorrow."
"Good, see you tomorrow. It will be difficult to get to sleep tonight, just thinking about it. Good night, Uncle Don. I love you."
"And I love you, Jayden. Good night."
Sleep is a long time in coming, but finally it does come. The alarm brings me back to life at seven. After breakfast, I shower and prepare for the trip to pick up Jayden. Advising Cooky that we should be back by eight or nine in the evening, he advises me our dinners will be in the warming oven. All I have to do is switch on the coffee maker and all will be ready. After changing to my traveling clothes, I hit the road. My thoughts are about Jayden and her young, warm, willing body.
Pulling into her driveway the dash clock reads twelve-thirty. Jayden is watching from the window. Her glowing smile has me tingling. Approaching the door it springs open for me, Jayden's' arms are outstretched, welcoming me to heaven.
"Uncle Don! I am so glad to see you!"
As soon as the door closes, the lock engages. She is in my arms, kissing me. Her warm body feels so soft; my wandering hands confirm she is naked under her wrap. Her fragrances hit me between my legs. Jayden grabs my hand, leading me towards her room. John Thomas has risen to the challenge. The bed is already pulled down and is welcoming us. As she moves, her robe drops to the floor exposing her flawless ebony skin, as well as her suckable nipples on her soft, beckoning breasts. Lying on the pillows, she spreads her legs wide and holds her arms out to welcome me. My clothes are now in a pile on the floor as I crawl towards heaven. Jayden's puffy pussy is swollen with desire, her pink inner labia moist from excitement.
This is heaven, between Jayden's legs. Everything I want or need in life is right here. Jayden is my love; and has become my reason for living. Tasting her nectar, my tongue drives as deeply as possible into her open luv lips. Her clitoris, out of it hood, is begging for attention. Sucking her clitoris causes her body to tremble. This is where I will be spending as much time as possible for the next two weeks. Life couldn't get better than this.
Jayden's body stiffens, resulting in her first climax. My eyes drink in the beauty of her dark complexion; her smooth tummy with its small, sexy, belly button leading up to her well-formed breasts. They are tipped with two black diamonds of flesh. Every time I enjoy them it reminds me of what has been missing in my life. They never fail to excite me. Jayden welcomes me next to her.
"Don, you have no idea how much I wanted that. I love the feel of your lips on my pussy. I always cum so hard when I am with you. Please finish it off! I miss the feeling of being filled so much!"
It is something that I always look forward to. Jayden's pussy is so tight. It always feels like the first time back at Camp George, where this all started.
Mounting Jayden, my cock enters her warm, moist pussy.
"Don, it feels so good when you are in me. I want to feel you cum."
Slowly starting to pump, wanting to enjoy every stroke, I find that the feeling of just being deep inside her is overwhelming. When we have sex, for the last time before leaving, I try to make it last as long as possible. We both enjoy the feeling of being close. At the end of our final encounter, we change positions with Jayden on the top; we remain coupled just to extend the feeling as long as possible. Continuing to stroke in and out of her pussy, we cling to each other until that wonderful sensation strikes us both as the strings of cum pump deep inside her young pussy.
"Don, that feels so good when you cum in me! Thank goodness for birth control!"
My cock slips out of its heaven. We both head for the bathroom. Jayden has our washcloths prepared. She gently wipes my cock, pulling back my foreskin. Now clean, I enjoy the show as she cleans her pussy. What a beautiful sight!
"Are we going to Camp George? Can we, Uncle Don? I love it there. Each time it reminds me of our first time. It was so wonderful!"
"The crew told me it was fine. If the weather cooperates, we should be able to spend some time there. We will have to use snow machines."
"As long as we can go to Camp George for Christmas I will be the happiest girl on the planet."
Shortly after, we are dressed and Jayden's numerous suitcases are loaded into the van. I am always in awe of the volumes of items women have to bring with them. Once on the road, Jayden closes her eyes and seems to relax. She has a beautiful, satisfied smile on her face; a feeling I can relate too. Her legs are slightly spread and her skirt is pulled up high. Her pink thong covers heaven; but, I can see the moisture spreading at her crotch. She is still seeping cum and pussy juice. Her sexual essence is mixed with her haunting perfume. My cock starts to make a recovery.
"Do you need anything before we leave the city? I hope you have all your sexy outfits packed in that load of baggage."
"I have everything to make you want me, Uncle Don. We will have to stay at the ranch tonight."
"Yes, it will be dark when we get to the ranch. Cooky will have our dinner in the warming oven. I made sure we would have something to eat. I knew we wouldn't have time this afternoon."
"Good thing, Don. It is too bad we won't be able to sleep together tonight. I love the feeling of your body next to mine. You keep the bed warm."
I smile, realizing Jayden isn't aware that her bedroom is next to mine with a connecting door. It will be a surprise. The balance of the trip is uneventful; actually, Jayden falls asleep. Driving on the uneven plowing of the roadway up to the ranch house wakes her.
"Oh Don, I am so happy to be here with you! Thank you for everything. This will be my best Christmas ever!"
"You will certainly make my Christmas. Usually I spend it with the hands playing cards in the bunkhouse. This year will be memorable!"
As the van comes to a stop, a number of the hands help with the unloading of Jayden's luggage. Jayden is beaming. Her smile is contagious. The hands are welcoming her back to the ranch. Many have known her for years. Jack is in the front of the group dressed in his Santa suit. He is a striking figure.
"Welcome to Santa's house, Jayden, I hope you have the best Christmas ever!"
"Thank you, Jack; but you didn't have to dress up for me."
That brought on the laughter, Jayden looked bewildered.
"What did I do to cause that, Don?"
"It is a long story. I will tell you all about it once we get settled in. Come, I will show you your room. Jack and his crew worked all week to get it ready. I hope you like it."
As we walk down the hall Jayden's hand is curled in mine. It brings back the vivid memories of a few hours ago. When we open the door, Jayden gasps in surprise.
"Uncle Don, It is beautiful! What a big bed for little old me."
She is in my arms hugging me. She pulls my face downwards and kisses me.
"Thank you, Uncle Don. It is lovely! Who did the decorating?"
"A clerk from the linen store and Jack did it all. Why don't you wash up and we will have dinner. I checked with Cooky and all is ready."
Jayden disappears into the bathroom and I hear a squeal.
"Uncle Don, there is a whirlpool! I can't wait to try it!"
"You can do that after dinner. Hurry up. I'll meet you in the hall."
In my room, I quickly clean up; there is stubble that calls for a shave. There is a flash of light that catches my attention. It is Jayden. She has found the connecting door. She is in her bra and panties. She runs to me, throwing herself into my arms.
"I was wondering how I could get into bed with you tonight. That door solves it. Oh, Uncle Don, this will be great!"
"Did you notice it only had access from your side? It is just in the event you have a bad dream."
"Oh I think that I will have a bad dream every night I am here! Thank you, Uncle Don."
"You're welcome, but get your beautiful ass out of here. We have to go to the kitchen. I don't want the hands to get a look at you dressed like that."
We have an excellent dinner. Having Jayden in the house makes me feel exhilarated! I don't know how to explain the feeling; but, it is adrenaline-charged. Later, we walk to our respective bedrooms saying good night. Jayden gave me an uncle/niece kiss at her door. When she closes the door, the safety lock engages. Once in my room I hit the shower. It will be just a matter of time before Jayden will be coming through the door to retrieve her Uncle to join her in the king sized bed. All the activity of the day is starting to show, I am bushed. Stepping out of the shower, I find Jayden waiting for me. She is wearing a sheer white negligee. Her dark skin radiates through the fabric.
"Come to bed, Uncle Don. You've had a long day. I want to feel you beside me."
We snuggle together in the middle of that massive bed. Finally, falling asleep, I think, `hell, I could have purchased a single!' I wake up rested but find no Jayden with me. But, I hear the whirlpool . I am shaving when she enters my bedroom wearing two towels; one wrapped around her wet hair and the other around her supple body. My woody reacts.
"Uncle Don, I want you. Come to bed. I feel I need you to make me cum before we have breakfast."
Jayden drops her towels as she reaches the bed. Her pussy is still puffy from yesterday's romps. The black mat of hair above her slit glistens. Her pink clitoris is out of its hood. It is my first target; I am not disappointed. Jayden tastes so good! Nibbling on her clitoris starts the trip to her pussy, which is now enjoying the accumulated juice that seems to flow like water when she is excited. I kiss her thighs and her tummy. Her nipples need attention. Jayden's sighs and moans are music to my ears. Her hands guide my lips to one nipple and then to the other. She trembles as she climaxes, her body having one tremor after another.
"That was wonderful. I love you, Don."
I kiss her as she repositions her body to receive my member. This is a wonderful way to start the day . . . with her pussy engulfing my cock.
After my memorable climax, Jayden curls up against me. My hands continue to wander over her body until sleep overtakes us with her bum against my deflated woody. Her breasts are so soft. The sound of her breathing lulls me into a deep sleep.
Jayden's lips are servicing my morning woody. What a way to wake up! One of her hands is pumping my shaft while the other is massaging my balls. My hips start a slow pumping action. Jayden swallows strings of cum. Now I know why I love her so much!
I kiss Jayden and go back to my room to dress. This was going to be a wonderful Christmas. By the time Jayden and I get to the kitchen, most of the men have already eaten.
"Are we going to Camp George, Uncle Don? Please I would love to spend Christmas in the mountains with you."
"Let's check the weather. That will be the deciding factor."
During the night a light dusting of snow had fallen. The sea of white amplified the glare of the sunlight. I could see a number of riders moving around the corral area. The mountains looked clear which means there was no serious wind.
"Cooky, are there any reports regarding conditions on the mountain?"
"One rider went out this morning by horse. He should be back anytime. Rick knew you wanted to go to Camp George. Look, I can see him coming back now."
In the distance, we can see a rider approaching the ranch. Cooky used his binoculars to confirm that it is Rick. We have another cup of coffee and wait. Jayden returns to her room to clean up and get packed in the event we get the OK to travel to George. We watch as Rick takes his mount to the barn. Soon, he is hurrying towards the kitchen.
"How's the trail, Rick?"
"Good. I rode for an hour up the mountain. The snow is about eight to ten inches deep, plenty to support the snow machines. The weather appears to be holding; sunny, but cold. When the sun rose and hit my face, I could feel its heat. You should have an easy time getting there. It is my Christmas gift for you and Jayden."
"Thanks, Rick. I owe you."
Next thing is to inform Jayden. Her door is closed so I knock.
"Are you decent?"
"Yes, come in Uncle Don."
All she has on is a white lacy bra and a matching thong. The white against her dark skin is breathtaking. Her gorgeous body has me tingling. She never fails to amaze and excite me. As young as Jayden is, she is a beautiful woman. Spending Christmas with her is the greatest gift I could ever receive.
"Do you like the matching lingerie? It is part of the clothing I bought at Victoria Secret at Thanksgiving. We didn't have time for me to model all the outfits then. We had other things to do."
Now she is teasing me. My body is reacting. If we didn't leave soon her thong could be beside the bed. There is no such thing as too much of Jayden. The black witch knows what she is doing to me.
"I hope you decide we can to go to Camp George. I want to model all the sexy outfits for you. I really need you, Uncle Don! I can see this outfit is having the desired effect."
"Get dressed, hussy. You will pay for your transgressions."
"I hope so. I will be ready in ten minutes."
I have to leave; otherwise, we would end up in bed. My desire for Jayden as a lover is stronger than ever, my cravings will have to wait. It will be the first thing we do after lighting the stove at Camp George. I love the feel of her small body under me. What her body does to John Thomas when it is buried in her pussy is pure magic.
Fortunately, I packed the day before. Cooky was waiting for me in his kitchen.
"Your Christmas dinner and all the fixing are on the sled. I also sent a pre-made dinner for you tonight. The rest of the provisions are already at Camp George. A couple of riders went up yesterday. They banked the main stove. You may be lucky and there might still be coals in the stove. At least it won't take long to warm up the cabin."
"Thank the boys again for me. They have no idea how much I appreciate what they have done. I know Jayden will be thanking them. She loves Camp George."
"No thanks necessary. The boys appreciate all you have done for them. We are going to have a great Christmas, even if you aren't here."
"Good. I better see if Jayden is ready. I can hear the motor of the snow-machine. One of the boys must be warming the engine."
Jayden is ready. She has two large canvas bags of belongings. They will be easy to strap onto the sled. It has me wondering if she brought her dildo. That thought makes my pants tent. Just the thought of her makes the ridge on my spine tingle with anticipation. We can't arrive at camp George soon enough.
The sooner we get there the sooner I will be between her ebony thighs.
Once outside, the hands lash our bags to the sled. There is an extra gas tank lashed to the back of the sled.
"Don, there is enough fuel in the tanks to take you there and back. The spare fuel is for you in the event you go riding on the mountain. You can always use some of the fuel at George that is stored for the generator. Keep in touch and enjoy your Christmas."
"Thanks for taking care of us. I'll be in touch daily. I wouldn't want you guys to think I wasn't concerned about your welfare."
Jayden mounts the machine behind me. With a goodbye wave to the hands, we start up the mountain. The machine is one of the largest and most powerful available. You can feel the power. It is a beautiful day to be snowmobiling. When we have been traveling for nearly an hour, the ranch is only a speck in the distance. With any luck at all we should be at George in about twenty minutes.
The snowmobile moves much faster than horses. The machine moves effortlessly even with the loaded sled. As we ride up the last knoll, Camp George comes into view. What a beautiful site! It reminds me of a Christmas card scene. There is a small whiff of smoke coming out of the chimney. Jayden is off the seat and running to open the doors to the shed, allowing me to drive the machine inside with the sled in tow. Jayden has opened the back door as well. I stopped long enough to disconnect the sled then move the machine to the front of the cabin.
Jayden quickly removes the strapping. We haul our bags and provisions to the cabin. It is still warm. Checking the stove all that is left are red coals. I mentally thank the rider who made the trip this morning. More wood is added; the flame quickly starts to consume it. Jayden is hanging up her clothing. I check the pump and water flows, which meant the pipes haven't frozen. The large water reservoir on the stove has been filled and the water is hot. Soon everything is very warm and cozy. I look at Jayden. She is smiling as she undresses. Every item of her clothing is removed very slowly. I can feel my excitement pushing forward.
My clothing is following hers. My eyes follow her every movement. Soon she is standing in her thong and demi bra.
"The rest is for you, Uncle Don."
Watching as she climbs on the lower bunk, she lay there with her legs spread. The dampness of her slit has already marked the thong; her essence is already permeating the cabin. John Thomas is more than ready. Hell, when I am close to Jayden it is always ready! She is watching as it bobs up and down as I approach her. Her smile is devastating. She reaches out and grasps my raging erection.
"Don, I love this. We will be putting it to good use while we are here. I am so happy to be here with you. I love you so much!"
"I can't think of anyone who has ever had an effect on me like you, Jayden. You are always in my mind. I can't remember anything else worthwhile since our first time at Camp George. What a way to spend Christmas Eve, with my beautiful, young lover."
Sitting beside her, and caressing her soft tummy, has me panting with desire. Her scent, consisting of her perfume and sexual essence, has me trembling. Jayden lifts her hips for me to remove her thong. I hold it to my face and inhale her scent. Her luv lips are puffy and moist. Her clitoris is a pink beacon in a sea of black. Every time I study the beauty between her legs, I am in awe at the view. Kisses on her quim pay homage to the wonders of a woman, sucking her clitoris seems to cause her body to tremble. Jayden is moaning softly. Her smooth skin shines in the light. How could someone so small and delicate have me so tied up in knots?
Her bra is next. Her breasts have grown since we first became lovers. Her brown nipples are hard: either in anticipation or because it is cool. Jayden's hand is on my cock guiding it to heaven. I can feel the moist heat of her pussy engulfing me. What an exhilarating feeling! When I bottom out, we kiss. Our tongues play as I start the wonderful rhythm of sex. Now this is how to spend Christmas Eve!
Nothing can top this! When I lower my body, Jayden is completely covered. One of the joys in my life is making Jayden climax. She surrenders herself, body and soul. When Jayden climaxes, it is with her total being. It is a joy to feel her body stiffen just before she explodes.
After Jayden's third climax, my cum starts to boil. John Thomas is in to the hilt when the strings of cum flood deep inside Jayden. We both are like limp rag dolls totally spent, our bodies entangled. My Christmas present is also my lover. Two hours later, we recover.
"Jayden, what should we do first? Bathe or eat?"
She starts to laugh as I can imagine what she is thinking.
"If we bathe, you know we will be back in bed and the only thing you will be eating is me. I love it; but, it won't fill your stomach or mine."
"You're right, thank you for being here; I am the happiest when I am with you. I wonder what my brother would think if I married you?"
"Oh Don, I would love to be your wife. I have dreamed of that possibility. But we both know that is impossible, at least for now; but, in the future, who knows?"
"You just lay there; I will get the dinner ready. Cooky sent us a full meal and all I have to do is warm it up."
After dressing, I use the radio to advise the ranch that we arrived and everything is fine. I also wish all a very Happy Christmas. I found the care package Cooky sent and put it in the oven. I retrieve the tub from the shed and put it front of the stove to warm. Visions of Jayden enjoying the tub remind me of our first visit to George. I heard her move on the bunk. She is standing; cum is running down her thighs. Her pussy is still contracting after our love session.
"You look so beautiful after sex. I want you again."
"Good. I want you. I love you so much!"
"Well, I am going to have you for dessert tonight."
Jayden finds a sheer wrap. Her body flows as she walks. Can you believe it? I had to concentrate to eat. Looking at her, mentally devouring her nubile body has me wanting her more than ever; is there anything in my world that will be enough? We are both hungry. Having sex with Jayden is a real workout; but, it is a nice workout. The only thing left from Cooky's dinner is the wrapping. We clean up the table.
"What do you want to do tonight?"
"Beside make love? I don't know."
"I brought a movie. I'll start the generator. We haven't tried it. If all goes well we can watch the movie after our bath."
"Sounds like a plan."
I put on my jacket and went to the shed. The generator didn't look complicated; but, it is very cold. Starting it could have been a problem. Surprisingly, one pull on the cord has the motor running. Once the choke is adjusted, it just purrs. Back in the room, Jayden look so appealing in the light. She is leaning over filling the tub; her beautiful bottom beckons me to touch her. She jumps when my cold hands cup her soft cheeks.
"Quit that Don! We have to bathe. I will do you first. You take so long when you bath me. You always forget I have more to my body than my titties and pussy."
That is true. I love feeling her breasts and fingering her pussy, when I am not eating her. It is hard for me to keep my hands off her.
"Get undressed, you big baby, and Jayden will bathe her big baby boy."
I do what I am told. Jayden gently bathes my body, leaving my love muscle to the last. She takes her time bathing my now recovering staff. Once finished she mouths me. I can feel her tongue on my cock head.
"Okay, you are done. Go dry yourself and I will bathe. You can finish me; I know what areas you like."
I watch her bathe. Her feminine movements are like watching an orchestra conductor; they are so smooth. Then she hands me the cloth. The first thing she did was turn around and spread her cheeks. I gently washed the virgin opening. She turns around and kneels, letting me enjoy her breasts. We are face to face when she leans over and kisses me. Oh, how I want her! Then she stands; I am facing heaven. Her pussy is puffy after our love session; there is still evidence of cum seeping out of her. It will be puffy during our stay. We will make love as often as possible. I gently wash her outer lips, then spread them and wash the residue of our love making from the opening. I have her step out of the tub and dry her, leaving her pussy to the last. When I am done, Jayden spreads her pussy lips and leans forward. I kiss and lick her offering.
"Don, I love that! I want you to eat me tonight."
"I will be glad to do as I have been commanded."
Jayden puts on a sexy bra and panty set, and a sheer wrap.
"This is one of the combinations I bought last time and never had a chance to model for you."
"Jayden, it looks lovely. Sit down and I'll see if I can get the VCR set up."
When first turning on the television; the channels via the satellite dish, come up on the screen; the wonders of technology. I flip the switch for the VCR and the movie flashes to the screen. It is a love story, complete with sex. There is actually an attempt to act with a story line. During the movie, Jayden hands me her dilido. I arrange my body so I can slowly pump it in out of heaven as she watches the movie. Her eyes are shining. The love scenes are very vivid and explosive showing imitate detail. Jayden watches as the couple have a long session of anal sex. At that point, she climaxed with the dilido deeply embedded in her. After the movie, I carry her to the bunk. Then, after banking the stove with more wood, I join her. My lips are now glued to her luv lips and I enjoy all her juices, a result of her climax with the dildo. My kisses are gentle. Her body trembles as additional climaxes ripple through her body.
"Oh Don, that was great! Let me make you happy."
She slides down the bed, grasping my engorged cock and sucks. My hand caresses her face as she uses her tongue on me. I close my eyes and enjoy. My hips automatically start a slow pumping action; then, strings of cum start pumping into her throat. Jayden continues to suck and swallow, squeezing my shaft to extract every drop. Now, with me completely empty, she moves beside me. She looks radiant and very pleased with herself. We kiss, cuddle and then slip off into a deep sleep.
Christmas morning is bright. The sun is shining and the sky is a vivid blue. The fresh white snow reflects the light. Jayden wakes up and kisses me.
"Merry Christmas, Uncle Don!"
"Merry Christmas, Jayden! Thank you for being here with me. I can't believe the changes in my life because of you."
Once the stove is radiating heat, Jayden slips out of bed. She slips on her warm robe but no panties. She starts breakfast.
"Would you like your gift from Santa, Jayden?"
"Let's have breakfast first. I know what will happen if we exchange gifts first."
So do I.
We have bacon and eggs. After all the exercise, we seem to be starved. Everything tastes so good! Then, while enjoying a cup of coffee, I watch Jayden move about the cabin cleaning up; every now and then, flashing bare skin. So beautiful! When done, she retrieves a wrapped package from her suitcase.
"Ok, I am ready. You first!"
"Jayden, this is a very small token of my affection. You know how much I love you."
I watch as she removes the wrapping, and then opens the box. Her eyes light up as the sunlight catches the diamonds.
"Don, they are beautiful!"
She attaches them to her ears, then views them dangling in the mirror; her looks and features does them justice. The light reflects off the diamonds making dancing images all over the cabin.
"Come to the bunk and open my present."
Following her to the bunk, I open the present. She slips to her knees with her back facing me. She pulls up the housecoat showing me her beautiful black bottom. While watching her antics, I open her gift. It is a tube of KY jelly. Jayden now has both hands on her bottom, spreading her cheeks, exposing her beautiful tight anal opening; the sight has me trembling, realizing what she is offering to me.
"Merry Christmas, Don."
Her stretched rosebud looks so inviting. I have had many dreams of doing Jayden anally; but, didn't want to push.
"Are you sure, Jayden? It may hurt."
"When I tried to sleep last night it was all I could think of. The movie really brought it back to my attention. I want you to take my last virgin opening Don. Then I'll be yours, totally."
I am shaking at the sight of her exposed brown star. I give it a soft kiss. My hands are trembling as I apply the jelly to her virgin opening. Then, using my finger, I push as much as possible past her rim. I liberally apply gobs of KY jelly to my cock. Now, on my knees behind her, my cock, glistening with KY jelly, is ready for my Christmas present.
"Don, I love you very much! This is the most personal gift I could think of. I give you my bum with all my love!"
"Jayden, besides your love, there is no more precious gift. This Christmas will be what memories are made of!"
Jayden's hands grasp my spear, guiding me to her target. My shaft moves against her asshole. Jayden moans and pushes back. The rim puts up a strong defense against the intruder, as it doesn't want to stretch; but, Jayden is persistent. She uses her body weight, pushing with determination against me; the head of my cock disappears into the moist warmth of her anal passage. Jayden gasps.
"Are you okay, Jayden? Do you want to stop?"
"I feel so full, Don. The feeling is really different; don't move for a moment. It feels strangely good."
She pushes back again, engulfing more of my swollen shaft. I watch as she gives a final shove back; my complete shaft is now buried deep in her beautiful, ebony ass. For some reason, the sensation has it feeling tighter then her virgin pussy. Her anal muscles are working on my shaft, squeezing and attempting to expel the intruder. My short strokes in and out of her tight hole produce a wonderful sensation, a sensation that will need repeating. What a view watching my white shaft as it plunges back and forth into Jayden's heavenly abyss!
"Don, it feels good, but I don't know if I can climax, though. My body is tingling."
Me? I just close my eyes and pump. Cum is building to a torrent, ready to explode into her bowels. Then, all hell breaks loose as the strings of hot cum pump into her.
"Don, I can actually feel cum hitting inside my body! I can feel the heat of you! It does feel good."
"Not as good as you made me feel, Jayden. Thank you for the best Christmas present I could have ever imagined."
We are spent. Wrapping my arm around Jayden, my true love, there is no other way to describe my feeling for her; we roll onto my back with her still impaled on my shrinking cock. With one hand I reach down to massage her clitoris; with other hand I cup a brown breast, tweaking its nipple.
"Don, I'm cumming!"
Her body tenses and her anal muscles squeeze my defeated soldier. As her body stiffens, she lets out a gasp of air and then seems to collapse on top of me.
"Thank you, Uncle Don."
Jayden rolls on her tummy. My once proud shaft is now a small jelly-like stub. Jayden's asshole is stretched open, the pink interior coated with cum, which is now seeping down her crack: Beautiful! It hasn't started to contract yet. I lean over and kiss both cheeks out of reverence of its beauty.
"Don, I want to do that again before we leave. I think with practice I can actually cum."
"Well, we will practice until we have it right."
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And practice we did! By the time we left, Jayden's anal opening was stretched permanently, proudly displaying a kissable rim. Her small rosebud is now a wrinkled opening, always willing to have my cock embedded in it. For all of you who are interested, she did manage to climax anally . . . many times.
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For all my followers of the Heaven in the Mountain series, Jayden and Don hope you have a Great Christmas.
Not for what you receive; but, for what you do for your fellow man.
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Chapter 5
Day 13 - 16
I was ready to leave to go to Fort Laramie after we had
enough gold to buy what we needed. However, Claire and Elizabeth,
having recovered from one fever, were stricken by another: Gold
Fever! We spent the next two days trying to get the rest of the
gold out from the quartz face. After half a day of watching the
fire, I'd had enough and told them that I was going to pan the
sand in the dry streambed. I was disgusted with their
greediness. I stomped off and began to dig through the dry
streambed. While stomping around and muttering to myself, I
stopped for a minute to think. I had to remind myself that
Claire and Elizabeth were women of the nineteenth century and of
course they would reflect the outlook of their time, just as I
reflected the outlook of mine. People in the nineteenth century
believed that wealth was a sign of virtue and that God had given
humans the right and the duty to seek it.
When I got to the streambed, I reached in my pocket and found
the fishhook I had made from my key ring. It still had the
cloth and the string attached. Pulling out a small nugget of
gold I flattened it and wrapped it around the hook below the
cloth then cut a branch from a nearby willow for a pole. Stepping
from stone to stone, I got to the middle of the stream and began
to fish. Letting the hook drift downstream of the rock I began
catching fish. As I caught a fish, I took it off the hook and
threw it to the bank. This worked pretty well but the rock I was
on began to become slippery with the scales and water from the
fish.
Deciding to return to the shore I tried to jump back to the
next rock. Splash! I hit the water face first. Grabbing for a
rock I sat up. Disgusted with myself, I grabbed another rock to
throw at the bank. I lifted it and was surprised at the weight.
Looking at it closer I found I had a piece of quartz the size of
a dinner plate. It appeared to have more gold in it than quartz.
Getting up and looking around I found several other pieces in the
same area. However, none was quite as large as the first piece
but they were large enough. After getting all the pieces to
shore I realized that we had almost doubled the amount of gold
that we had found before.
Now I had to figure out how to convince the girls that
trying to find more gold was senseless. Deciding on a plan I
went back to the quartzledge and borrowed a firebrand. Claire
and Elizabeth giggled at my wet clothes when I announced that we
were having fish for lunch and to be ready to eat in about an
hour. I observed that the gold vein in the quartz was getting
rapidly smaller. Saying nothing I returned to the stream and
used the gold/quartz pieces to use as a fire ring. Starting a
small fire, I cleaned the fish, placed them on sticks and hung
them above the fire to cook. After that I began panning the
sand from the dry creek, finding gold nuggets in most of the pans
but not getting the same thrill that I did with the first pan of
gold.
About an hour later I heard them giggling as they came out
of the dry streambed. This suddenly stopped when they saw the
fire ring. They came forward and sat silently. I was equally
silent and handed each of them one of the sticks with fish. They
reached out hesitantly.
Claire spoke up, "Alex, why didn't you say something
before?"
I looked at both of them and said; "I think gold is
important to you, but is it so important that you'll give up your
trip to Oregon? You have to decide. If you stay here and do
nothing else but hunt for gold, what are you going to eat? And
if you do find more gold, what can you going to buy with it out
here? Gold fever is a sickness just like drinking too much
whiskey and sooner or later it will kill you."
Both women began to cry.
"Why are you so mad at us? For the first time we have a
chance to be rich!" Elizabeth cried.
I shook my head, "I'm not mad at you, just disappointed. I
have come to care for both of you and I admire the courage that
you showed when you decided to move to Oregon. I just want both
of you to decide whether it's more important to search for gold
or settle for Oregon."
I turned away and said over my shoulder, "I'm planning to go
to Oregon. I need to keep away from important events so I don't
change the future. You can join me or not. It's up to you."
I then walked back to the wagon. Two hours later both
women arrived back at the wagon.
I pretended to be asleep and just listened to the noises. I
heard clothes rustling and felt hands on my blanket. Opening my
eyes, I saw a kneeling Claire and Elizabeth next to me.
"Please forgive us." Claire asked in tears.
I opened my arms and shortly had a beautiful woman in each
arm giving me kisses and crying.
"Have you decided what you want to do?" I asked.
"We're going to Oregon with you." Elizabeth cried.
"We'll leave all the gold if you say so."
"No we'll keep the gold we found up to now but weneed to get
ready to figure out how we are going to get to FortLaramie. Do
I go alone or do we go together?"
Both women glared at me.
"If you think that we're going to stay here alone, you
better think again." Claire stated.
"There is no way you're going away without me," declared
Elizabeth.
"Then get together whatever we'll need for a three day foot
journey. Just remember that every ounce you start out with will
feel like a pound at the end of a long day."
"What about the gold?" Claire asked. "We need to bury most
of it and only take enough with us to buy the oxen and some
horses. Everything else can wait until we pick up the wagon."
After discussing the matter between all of us we decided to
bury the gold in the stream next to a tree we marked with three
crosses. I kept out enough gold nuggets to fill a small sack we
made out of an old skirt. We decided to start after a good
night's sleep.
As I was getting under the wagon on my bed of branches,
Elizabeth grabbed my arm, "Come with me."
She pulled me toward the back of the wagon. From inside
the wagon I heard Claire call, "Elizabeth, are you coming to
bed?"
"Yes, and Alex is coming in too!"
Silence answered her. "Maybe I better stay out here." I
said pulling back from Elizabeth's grasp.
Claire poked her head out, "Don't you dare!" she cried. She
grabbed the other arm and pulled.
When faced with a situation like that what would you do? We
spent half the night kissing and exploring each other's bodies.
Since we were going to be walking the next day I drew the line at
penetration, promising that as soon as we were able to pick up
the wagon I would finish the job. I did give both women several
orgasms by eating them out. Both women were amazed about the
fact that I would put my face down there. This was something
new to both. I talked about positions that I had done or knew
of. The women alternatively showed expressions of shock and
interest.
We talked about what we wanted to do in Oregon and where we
wanted to live. We decided that we should live in the
Willamette valley as we could get a 164-acre homestead there.
Elizabeth wanted to have a farm while I was interested in
raising cattle. We decided to wait until we saw the land before
deciding. We fell asleep and slept until quite late for us, as
the sun was already up.
Day 17
We got off to an even later start than I had planned today.
I had the only pack so I ended up carrying the majority of the
clothes. I had to tell the women that I was not going to be
carrying more than one dress each after they almost came to blows
trying to stuff the pack full. Claire managed to find enough
punk to keep a coal burning in the small pot, so we didn't have
to worry about using one of my few remaining matches to start a
fire.
We quickly got away from the trees and on to a wide plain.
The wagon train had followed the stream mostdof the way and we
did likewise. I saw that they had crossed the stream, so I
undressed and checked out the crossing. When I tried I found it
to be above my waist. Claire and Elizabeth couldn't swim and
refused to take off their dresses, so I had to carry them both on
my shoulders over the crossing, muttering to myself the whole
time. After all, they were not light; especially with
long-skirted nineteenth-century dresses on. Afterwards I had to
stop and dry off before we went anywhere. I redressed and we
continued on our way.
We crossed several smaller streams but managed to avoid
getting wet, until we came to a small river. I again undressed
and checked the crossing. This time it was only up to my hips.
I returned to the bank and carried Elizabeth across in my arms
and gave her my .22. I didn't see anyone, but had the feeling
that we were being watched. I went back and lifted Claire onto
my shoulders to carry, telling her to be aware of the
surroundings. We got across where I again dried off and got
redressed. I still had the feeling that I was being watched,
but didn't see anything around.
We had walked about a third of a mile when I saw a party of
horsemen riding toward us. I had the women lay down and had
Claire keep her pistol on the approaching party. I thumbed open
my holster and stood up. I could tell they weren't Indians but
there were plenty of white men who were dangerous enough.
I was relieved to find that the party was from Fort Laramie
who had come out to see who was crossing the river and why I was
naked doing it. I had been watched as we were crossing the river
with a glass. They had thought we were Indians until they had
seen my pale skin as I was crossing. After checking to see that
we were not being followed, a large portion of the white men of
the fort had come out to see if we needed help. I later found
there were about 25 white men married to Indian women living in
the fort with their children. We were helped onto horses and
everyone returned there. I was surprised when we arrived to
find the women dressed much better than my wives. There was a
trading post at the fort and I hoped to be able to buy the
supplies we needed.
Claire told me that I would do the talking since apparently
women were not supposed to talk to strange men. I explained that
our wagon had broken down and the rest of the train had left
while we were getting it fixed. Later our oxen had gradually
died after eating something, so we had to leave our wagon in the
hills and walk the last day. We had some gold I had panned
while at a gold strike around Quebec some years earlier that I
was willing to trade for some oxen and enough supplies to
continue our trip. There was a lot of interest in the gold but
when I mentioned that this was all that remained from the strike
the interest waned quickly.
The men explained that there were only four oxen at Fort
Laramie and they had been left by wagon trains after becoming
sick. They were willing to sell them as they had no use for them,
but provisions were expensive this far away from civilization.
They offered to have their wives show the women how to find food
on the plains while I went back to fetch the wagon. Other than
that they recommended that I buy a woman from one of the tribes
and have her teach them on the way. The trading post that had
goods for sale to trappers and emigrants but the prices were 20
times greater than in St. Louis. I now was glad that we had
brought more than twice the amount of gold that we thought we
needed. I decided that I needed more weapons for our party as I
was getting tired of trying to kill animals with my pistol.
I was able to buy a Hawken plains .54 rifle and another
Peterson revolver with enough powder, shot and caps to last us
until we got to Oregon, as well as the oxen and three horses with
tack. This took up almost half of the gold I had brought with
me, about 12 ounces. I arranged to buy as much flour, salt,
beans, and what few spices that they would sell for the remaining
12 ounces and arranged for the goods to be kept until we returned
with the wagon. One trapper offered to come back with us but I
declined saying that it was only 12 or 14 miles away. I found
the date was May 16 by asking the shopkeeper. I explained that
we had lost track while struggling to catch up with our train.
We had our first argument between the three of us at this
time. Elizabeth and Claire both stated that they were going to
go with me back to the wagon. I was equally determined that only
one would go with me. After many hot words between the two,
Claire pulled rank as the oldest to get her way. We had spent
so much time getting this settled that I begged a place to stay
for the night and made plans to leave the next morning. We were
offered a room where they had stored furs during the height of
the fur trade.
As I was walking around I saw an Indian woman working on
some buckskin leggings. I asked the shopkeeper how much it would
cost to get 2 sets for me and the girls, as I was tired of only
having one set of clothes. He asked if we had more gold and I
told him that I had some but not much more, since I had spent
most of it getting outfitted for the journey to Oregon. He said
that I should be able to get a complete set for all of us for
about three small nuggets. He also advised me not to let anyone
else know about the gold, since this was an area without any law
other than what you carried with you. He advised me again to
buy another gun and trade for an Indian woman or wait for another
wagon train to come through. As I was determined to wait for a
train anyway I agreed that this would be the best thing.
May 17, 1847
Claire and I left the fort this morning herding the oxen
back to the wagon. We had been gone about two hours when we
heard a horseman riding hard behind us. I told Claire to
dismount and we readied ourselves for anything. As we waited,
Claire worried about Indians attacking us for our weapons. I
told her they tended to be more friendly than dangerous to
prepared travelers. When the rider came into sight, Claire
began to fume, and soon afterwards so did I. There, wearing a
wide grin was Elizabeth, whom we had believed was back at the
fort.
"Elizabeth, I'm going to tan your bottom for this!" I was
really pissed and so was Claire.
Elizabeth drooped and started sniffling, "I'm sorry! I just
got so worried about you there at the fort. I had to come!"
Rather than lose another day by returning with her to the
fort, we let her come with us. One thing I had rapidly
discovered with oxen is that they had one speed; dead slow. I
don't think we went faster than 3 or 4 miles an hour at all. It
took us the rest of the day to get to our wagon as we lost a lot
of time whenever we had to cross a stream. We had gone further
in 6 hours yesterday on foot than in 10 hours today with the
oxen. By the time we got back to the camp we were all exhausted
and had just enough energy to fix something to eat and make sure
the oxen were secured.
I crawled into bed ready to sleep when two naked women
attacked me demanding that I fulfill my promise to break their
maidenheads.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"I consider us as husband and wives." Claire stated.
Elizabeth chimed in with her opinion, "Your mine and I want
you to make me yours."
I grabbed both women and dragged them out of the wagon. I
knelt down, "Before we go any further I want to know if you will
marry me?"
"Yes!" both women answered.
"I want us to say our vows to each other tomorrow at
daybreak. All of us need to say what they expect from this
marriage and what they are willing to put into it."
Claire grabbed my arm, "For now let's get back to bed."
Claire kissed me while I played with her breasts. Elizabeth
took a more direct approach. Reaching down she grabbed my
erection and rubbed it against her wet slit.
"I'm going to try the cowboy position you talked about last
night," she declared.
She lowered herself onto my erect cock. Her cunt was tight
and I felt my cock filling her completely. Slowly pushing down
she managed to finally get it past her outer muscles, and then
feeling it hit her maidenhead she stopped, unsure about what to
do next.
"Elizabeth, it's going to hurt some the first time and I may
come awfully quick unless I get some relief first." I warned
her.
"What should I do?" she cried as she sat there afraid to
continue and afraid to stop at the same time.
Claire spoke up, "I'll help you."
Crawling behind Elizabeth, she put her hand on her breasts
and began playing with them. I saw her nipples become even harder
and more swollen. I reached down with my hand and began to tease
her clit rubbing lightly on the sides. Soon she was panting and
about to have an orgasm from the stimulation. As she began to
orgasm, Claire reached her hands to Elizabeth's shoulder and
pushed her down on my erection. There was a moment of pressure
and my erection began to bend then broke through her hymen. She
gasped then began moving down until our pubis's met. Staying
still for a moment she gathered her courage and began to move.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yes." she gasped and started the age-old rhythm of sex.
I held back as long as I could until she began to orgasm and
I felt her interior muscles grasp my cock and start to milk it.
I couldn't last any longer and shot a load of my cum into her
womb. Falling on top of me she began to kiss me, murmuring how
much she loved me.
Claire pushed her off. "My turn now." she said.
Leaning forward she began to kiss my chest, licking at my
nipples until I returned to a full erection. Elizabeth watched
from the side touching Claire's breasts. I reached up and
dragged her face to my lips and kissed her lightly about her neck
and face.
"I want you on top." she said.
Flipping her around I reached down and felt her wetness
between her legs. I started playing around with her clit and at
the same time Elizabeth started sucking her breast. I picked the
other one and as we sucked and I played with her clit, she became
more and more aroused. Suddenly she let out a loud scream as
she came.
I moved down to her cunt and smelled her fragrance. Like
Elizabeth it was sweet and musky, yet they bore no other
resemblance to each other. I licked the outer lips and watched
them engorge and the clit began to extend. I sucked in the clit,
flicking it with my tongue and felt her beginning to buck with
her returning arousal. Repositioning myself, I placed my cock
at her opening and pushed in until I met her maidenhead.
Looking at her I asked "Are you ready?"
She nodded and said, "Yes, do it now!"
I backed up and suddenly pushed forward. I felt a momentary
blockage then we found ourselves touching pubes. Stopping for a
moment I let her become accustomed to my erection in her tunnel.
She started moving and I slowly pulled out and then began long
stroking slowly.
Claire wasn't quite as tight as her sister, but I still
loved the warm, smooth feeling. As I continued I saw her
becoming flushed. She locked her legs behind me and began trying
to pull me forward faster. I began to move faster. "Harder."
she gasped. I started pushing into her even harder and she
began to keen in a low voice, becoming louder and louder until
she began to scream out her orgasm. I began to cum and as I
lost my erection I managed to fall between both of them. I
found myself with a girl on each arm, cuddling against me.
Exhausted, I kissed both girls and lay there. Soon I fell asleep
with two soft snores showing that they had preceded me into
slumber.
Chapter 6
May 18, 1847
I woke up and felt that something was missing. I realized
that I had only one girl in my arms. I opened my eyes and saw
Elizabeth snuggled up to me with her hand on my morning hard on.
Turning my head I saw an empty spot where Claire had been. I
noticed the fire had been built up and smelled something I hadn't
had since I got here. "Coffee" I realized. Kissing Elizabeth, I
removed her hand and got out of the wagon pulling my clothes out
with me. After I got dressed I went to the fire and kissed
Claire. The enthusiasm she showed let me know that she had no
regrets about the night before.
She poured me a cup of coffee and sat back, "Do you have any
regrets being tied to an old maid?"
I replied with another kiss and looked her in the eyes; "I
don't see any old maids around here, just a beautiful woman."
"Only one?" I heard a voice ask behind me.
"There'll be two when the other one gets out here." I
answered.
I felt two arms hug my neck and a hand pluck the cup from
mine. Next I had a lapful of giggling girl holding on to my
neck and giving me a kiss while she squirmed on my now rampant
erection. I felt a hand reach down and caress the bulge.
I removed the hand and replaced it on my neck. "None of
that right now." I growled. She just giggled again and kissed
me.
"It's going to be daybreak soon, and you need to think about
what you want to say." I said. "I'll go first because I know
what I want out of this marriage and what I'm willing to give." I
faced the brightening horizon. "I promise to love, honor and
support my wives in all things, both in sickness and in health. I
will ask your opinion on subjects that affect the family before
making decisions and honor the choices we make. I pledge to
treat you with respect and help you accomplish whatever you
decide you want to do. I ask for your love and support in
return."
Claire stood before Elizabeth and me, " I promise to love,
honor and support you and to love my sister/wife, both in
sickness and in health. I will bear your children, forsaking
all other men. I will give good advice when asked and accept
the choices we make as a family. I ask for your love and
support in return."
Elizabeth spoke up, "I promise to love, honor and support
you and to love my sister/wife both in sickness and in health.c
I will bear your children forsaking all other men. I will give
good advice when asked and accept the choices we make as a
family. I ask for your love and support return.
We moved into a group hug and stood there as the sun came up
lighting up a new day and a new life for all of us. I didn't
know what would happen next but felt more content here than I
ever had before. All I was aware of was that I loved both women
and my life felt full for the first time. We broke the hug
after the sun had fully risen and returned to the fire.
I asked, "Where did you get coffee?"
"I took a small nugget with me when we left and traded it
for a cup of beans." she replied.
I picked up the small pot we had and poured another cup. I
offered some to Claire who accepted and to Elizabeth who refused.
Slowly I sipped the coffee feeling content. Soon however
reality set in and we began to break camp.
I climbed a nearby tree and looked for anyone in the area.
Loading the rifle, I placed a mark on a tree about 100 yards away
and shot at it. It hit about an inch high and I adjusted my
aim. I shot again and hit within the circle I had carved.
Satisfied that this rifle shot straight, I shot 20 rounds until I
was sure that I could hit a target when I aimed at it. Cleaning
the rifle was a chore, but I knew that it had to be done. I
asked if Claire had shot a rifle before. She had not only shot
one before, but after three shots she began hitting with an inch
of the center for five shots in a row. I offered Elizabeth an
opportunity to fire but she begged off.
I frowned at her, "Alright for now. I expect you to become
as good a shot as your sister by the end of the trip. If we need
to get more shot and powder to do this we will."
Claire laughed, "Alex, Elizabeth is probably one of the best
shooters you will see. She regularly out shot the men at the
county fairs. She has always been a tomboy and her skills
matched those of about any boy at home."
Elizabeth blushed and said, "But I'm a woman now and need to
be more ladylike."
I kissed her and said, "You can act as tomboyish as you
like. I will always see a beautiful woman whenever I look at
you." She squealed and gave me a big kiss.
I slapped her butt, "Now show me some of your tomboy side
and harness up those oxen while I recover the gold."
I went to the marked tree and got into the river. Removing
the flat rock I had put on top I took out the blanket we had put
the gold in. Staggering a bit because of the weight of the gold
and the wet blanket, I returned to the wagon. Pulling up a board
from the bottom of the wagon, I placed the gold in the wagons
hidey-hole.
Claire told me she had had the secret area made on the
advice of her uncle who had trapped in the west during the
thirties. He had advised her that she would need an area where
she could store valuables in secret. It had worked, because she
showed me $200 in gold coins the people who ransacked her wagon
didn't find. I wished she had shown it to me before. I would
have used that before showing raw gold. By the time I had
hidden all the gold with the exception of a small bag of nuggets,
the camp was clear, leaving little sign that anyone had ever been
there, except for the fire ring full of ashes. I regretted
leaving a place where I had found my two loves, but knew that the
future was ahead of me in Oregon.
Elizabeth clucked at the oxen and we began to move.
Although it seemed that a lot had happened already it was only
about 9 o'clock. I expected to be at Fort Laramie by sunset. By
following the wagon ruts we were able to find the crossings and
arrived at the fort about an hour before dusk. Getting out
three small nuggets, I paid the shopkeeper for the buckskins and
changed into them. I encouraged both Elizabeth and Claire to
put theirs on but only Elizabeth did. She looked like a small
man except when she walked. The sway of her hips left no doubt
that this was a woman.
I went into the store and asked if he had any more weapons I
could buy.
"What are you looking for?" he asked. "Something for my wife
and her sister to shoot, a couple of knives and a shotgun for
me."
We haggled and finally agreed on 9 ounces of gold nuggets
for two .40 caliber percussion muskets, a .38 caliber pistol, two
8 inch skinning knives and a 15 gauge shotgun, with 500 rounds,
powder and caps for each of them.
"You planning on a war?" he asked.
"No, but I've shown some gold and I've seen what that does
to men. Even if there's not any more someone may still want to
find out. I want to be ready if they do." I replied.
I asked him to weigh the rest of the gold and found I had
just less than 10 ounces.
"This is the last of it." I sadly remarked.
I wanted any rumor about the gold to include my claim that
there wasn't any more. "I need to have my wife and her sister
pick up what we need for the rest of the trip. We had to throw
out almost everything when we started to loose our team." We
agreed that the gold was worth a hundred and seventy dollars and
the women could get up to that amount. If they didn't spend that
much I would get my change in coin. The girls acted as if this
was Christmas and started looking at everything in the store.
Claire and Elizabeth both looked at dresses and picked out two
each. After that they split up. Claire started looking at food
and pots while Elizabeth started looking at knives, bullet molds
and powder.
By the time they were finished it was dark. They ended up
not getting that much in food but Claire bought several pots and
pans while Elizabeth bought a small keg of black powder, bullet
molds for all the weapons and, after finding out the same ones
could be used for all the rifles, more than a thousand caps. It
ended up costing over a hundred dollars, but I received 3 double
eagles and some silver in change. All we needed now was to wait
for a wagon train that would allow us to join them on the last
part of the journey.
May 19-24, 1847
We rested and kept feeding up the oxen. They appeared to be
gaining strength every day. Apparently whoever had them before
just didn't take care of them. Between storing everything,
fixing the wagon and talking to the trappers and their wives we
spent the days fully occupied, while our nights were spent
exploring each other's bodies. I discovered both my wives to be
passionate lovers. Elizabeth was far more adventurous in trying
different positions and methods of making love, while Claire was
more conservative but tended to have louder and more numerous
orgasms.
One thing that surprised me was their willingness to arouse
each other using their hands and mouths. Upon questioning them
I found that it wasn't uncommon for young girls to tease each
other to orgasm as long as theywere careful not to break the
hymen, since all girls weresupposed to come to the marriage bed
as virgins. The children in the family slept in the same bed
and each was familiar withtheir sister's body. Apparently this
is normal since many homes had only one bedroom with the children
sharing the room or at best in a loft above the parents.
I need to get accustomed to this new world. It seems like
I'm in another country sometimes. I'll be talking to someone,
when suddenly they make a comment that shows a worldview totally
different from mine. I am surprised by the racism in this
time.c There seems to be no effort made to understand a
different viewpoint. The Catholics hate the Protestants; the
whites hate the blacks and it seems everyone hates the Jews.
There really seems to be a social stigma about being of a mixed
race here. The Americans seemed to feel that they had the right
to everything they wanted. They were constantly talking about
the doctrine of Manifest Destiny as their excuse for this.
Luckily my wives seem not to share much of this prejudice.
Chapter 6
May 25, 1847
I was beginning to really worry about a wagon train coming
through in time for us to get over the mountains. We had
decided that if they didn't come through within 3 weeks that we
would try to return to St. Louis and spend the winter there
before setting out again. I mentioned the Mormons who were
moving out west to some of the trappers and was surprised at the
hostility they showed. One trapper began a tirade about the
heathen Mormons who were trying to destroy Christianity. Luckily
a wagon train arrived late today or I might have gotten in
trouble with my remarks.
I spoke to the wagon captain and asked permission to join
the train. He agreed if I could buy two more oxen and paid 30
dollars to pay for the wagon master and the guide. We asked him
to check the wagon and advise us of anything that we needed to
get for the trip. He was surprised on how little we were taking
on the journey but advised us not to buy too much as we were
crossing the Great American Desert and might have to throw out
items if these oxen became ill. He did insist that we buy at
least one more keg of gunpowder and two water barrels since we
had the space. He also told us that we might be able to pick up
the farming equipment we needed from items discarded by people
too heavily loaded before we got through the desert.
I went through the wagon train and using the gold eagles was
able to buy an ox from two different families. It cost over a
hundred dollars but I felt it was worth it to be able to get
going again. The captain told me that he would introduce the
three of us to the members of the wagon train tonight. It's
important that we make a good impression, as we will be depending
on each other for the next 1000 miles. The wagon train consists
of 25 wagons with a total of fifty-three men and older boys and a
total of 135 people. They are all families and most are bound
for the Willamette Valley where they intend to file for the 164
acres given to each registered male. Tomorrow we leave for
Oregon. I don't know if I should be delighted or frightened.
May 26,1847
We met several couples last night and seemed to match well
with them. One couple, Alton and Jeanine Kyler, had four
children and I don't think either was over 25. Another couple,
Marvin and Corrie Morrett, was the "old" couple of the train
being 45 and 36 respectively and they had a grand total of 11
children. What amazed me was they had already sent off two sons
and married off three daughters in addition to the 11 that were
going to Oregon with them.
Most of the others were somewhere in between as far as age
and family size. We were unique in not having any children with
us. I explained that we had recently gotten married.
Claire made herself an instant success with the families
when she said that she was a schoolteacher. Almost immediately
several mothers asked if she could teach their children their
numbers and letters. In exchange they offered to cook our meals
and assist with the laundry so she could spend the time teaching
them. Claire agreed, but stated that she would teach three
hours a day everyday but Sunday. I offered to help her but was
told that none of the children were old enough to need my
assistance. (I think what she meant was that I should keep my
nose out of her business.)
My younger wife, Elizabeth, made herself welcome when she
showed her expertise in harnessing and driving the oxen. I'm
afraid that I came off as being the weak link in the bunch. I
didn't greatly impress anyone with either my skills or my
abilities. I'm afraid the ability to set up an inventory system
capable of tracking 100,000 items in real time doesn't transfer
well to a period without computers. I'm going to have to go
back to school to learn the everyday skills needed during this
time.
The only skills I have that will transfer to this period are
my ability to make furniture and my knowledge of forging knives.
Unfortunately there seems to be a decided lack of interest in
these skills at this time.
I was upset about how the other men perceived me and spoke
about it to my wives. They said not to worry about it and spent
much of the night making sure I didn't. I received some looks
from the other men the next morning as we congregated around the
fire for our morning meeting.
Marvin commented, "You must be newly wed. I don't think
I've ever heard so much noise coming from a wagon. Try and keep
it down tonight, will you? I don't think I could handle two
nights with Corrie like that."
I blushed and the rest of the men laughed. I felt like I was
accepted into the group.
We headed out this morning at daybreak and traveled until
about 10 AM. We then took a two-hour break then continued until
dusk. We have had good grass so far and the guide said that he
expects us to find good grass up to South Pass. Altogether we
managed to cover 16 miles today. I found out the hard way that
the seat on a wagon leaves something to be desired. I feel like
someone used that damned seat to paddle my ass all day. What I
would give for a cushion! This is one day that my wives are
going to have to satisfy themselves with each other. I'm beat.
May 27, 1847
I woke up this morning feeling like I should be dead. I
don't think I've ever been so sore. Today I'm going to walk or
ride. Elizabeth just laughed at me when I remarked about being
sore. (Ungrateful woman.) Claire assured me that I would soon get
used to the seat, telling me that everyone went through the same
process. Elizabeth offered to apply grease to my sore bottom, but
I decided to decline the offer.
We saw our first buffalo today. There were only a few in
sight but from talking to the others in the train I learned that
they had seen herds numbering thousands during their journey. I
asked about shooting one for the train but was told not to
bother, as we would soon run into a lot more within a few days.
I have to admit that I'm a child of my time, as the trip is one
of the most boring things I have ever done. No music, no
computer games, just a slowly changing view as we travel.
I feel much better after walking most of the day. Tonight
I will get my revenge on Elizabeth and after her I'll play with
Claire for a while. We only managed to make 12 miles today
since we had to cross several streams.
As we were lying in bed I turned to Elizabeth and started
kissing her. As I began to trail my fingers along her sides
Claire began to gently massage Elizabeth's breasts. Gradually I
went lower on her body while Claire began to take over the top.
I massaged Elizabeth's legs and began to cup her mons with one
hand, while kissing her inner thighs. Gradually I kissed around
her labia but avoided directly kissing them. As she began
lifting her body attempting to make contact I bypassed be labia
and started kissing her stomach then gradually went back to
kissing around her mons. By this time she was becoming frantic
wanting me to finish up.
I stopped and looked at her flushed face and said, "Payback
is hell, isn't it?"
She growled at me and pushed my head down between her legs.
"You better finish what you started or you'll be dead tomorrow,
not sore!"
I gently pulled back the outer lips and started licking her
pussy like a kid with a melting ice cream cone. At the top of
her slit I used my tongue to tap her clitoris and put two fingers
into her and fingered her G-spot.
As she began to squirm and became red from her arousal I
raise my mouth, sucked in her clit and gently sucked. Elizabeth
began to buck and shudder as she climaxed. I held on to her clit
but was almost thrown off with her movements. As she came down
from her climax I started licking her clit with my tongue while
it was in my mouth. She almost instantly had another climax.
She had two more before she pushed my head away. "Love, I
can't stand anymore touching down there."
Claire was extremely aroused from watching us and touching
herself during this. She demanded my attention and started
kissing me. I tried to taste her pussy as well, but she
demanded that I enter her immediately. By now my dick resembled
a red and purple bar from arousal. She licked my face to taste
some of Elizabeth's juices and kissed me.
She remarked to Elizabeth, "I love the way you taste."
Elizabeth reached over my body and licked some of her
ejaculate from Claire's chin and then kissed her, "You're right.
I do taste good."
I nearly came when they were speaking but managed to hold on
until I heard Claire start keening and her cunt start to milk my
erection. I couldn't hold it any longer and started to
ejaculate into Claire. This pushed her over and she began to cum
as well. We spent about an hour afterwards just cuddling. I
find I like that as much as the sex and I love waking up between
two beautiful women.
May 28, 1847
I woke up this morning with my hand wrapped around
Elizabeth's breast and her hand on my erection. She gave me a
kiss, then with a look of determination in her eye, lowered her
face to my dick and kissed the head.
She paused and I told her, "You don't have to do that,
Sweetheart."
She looked at me and said, "I'm just paying you back for
last night." and proceeded to lick my shaft and behind the glans
until I became rock hard.
She stopped, gave me a kiss and got out of the wagon leaving
me on edge. She gave me a glance as she got out of the wagon,
saying. "If you're a good boy today, I might let you cum during
the break." (Payback can be a bitch.)
We used up the last of the wood we brought with us today. I
have been given the job of gathering buffalo droppings to use for
fuel today together with Claire. This job rotates throughout
the train so we shouldn't have to do this very often. I was also
put on the roster for the night guard. This rotates though the
men and the older boys with each man expected to have duty every
other week. I was told that we should be aware that while they
expected no attacks by the Indians on the train, we should expect
them to try their best to steal anything they could. We were
asked to be willing to give up small items to pay for our passage
through the Indian tribal lands. One man asked why we didn't
just shoot them if they tried something. The wagon master
nearly took his head off. He was informed in no uncertain terms
that if he wanted to start a war with one of the tribes, he could
travel by himself. The Indians expected us to protect our goods
and stand up to them, but unnecessary killing would lead to a
battle we couldn't win. We managed to make 16 miles today.
Claire lost her temper a bit tonight when we went to bed.
She told both Elizabeth and I that we were acting like two of her
students with our teasing of each other. She started to cry and
we both began to comfort her.
Elizabeth grimaced, "She's always like this around this time
of the month."
I must have had a blank look on my face, because she made it
clearer. "She's about to start her monthlies." Elizabeth stated.
"I am too."
She grimaced again, and told me, "For the next week the only
thing we will be doing in bed is cuddling".
May 29, 1847
I'm glad Elizabeth is here. Claire is one of those
unfortunate women who don't have an easy time during their
periods. She alternatively bit my head off and burst into tears
most of the day. I was able to relieve their cramps with an
abdominal massage but that did little to moderate her moods.
Elizabeth has been a gem. She knows when to be sympathetic or be
firm when Claire gets into one of her moods. Luckily Elizabeth
said she didn't suffer like her sister. I don't know what I
would do if both were like Claire.
Our first Indian tribe met us since we left Fort Laramie.
The chief demanded most of our horses for passage but settled for
one horse and some salt, flour and sugar. Afterwards the
Indians wandered through the wagon train mostly looking at the
teams of oxen. One touched Claire and she hit him with her fist
so hard he was knocked down. He got up mad because of everyone's
laughter, but several other Indians in his party grabbed him. I
had pulled my pistol when this happened and went to stand by
Claire. The guide came over and explained that she was my wife
and was suffering from her period. The chief remarked something
and the guide translated it as saying I must be a great warrior
if I could tame a woman so fierce.
I replied back, " I think she managed to tame me, instead."
This drew a great laugh from the Indians and everyone
relaxed. I gave the warrior who was hit some powder and some
rounds for his rifle as compensation for his injured pride.
Later the guide told me that the Indians had given her a
name of "She Strikes Hard". I was tempted to tease her about the
name but decided I would be better off not proving her right to
it. The wagon master decided to double the watch tonight since
the party had a lot of younger men who might be tempted to steal
a horse if they could. Several people found small items missing
after they left and the wagon master reminded them that anything
that could be easily taken should remain in the wagons when not
being used. Due to stopping while we bargained for passage, we
only made 10 miles today and stopped before reaching any water.
The guide told us to be sure to fill up our barrels when we got
to the stream, as it was the only one for about 20 miles. We
had several families ask if they could borrow some water since we
had the two extra barrels.
We just cuddled tonight since both girls began their periods
today. Claire seems to be calmer tonight. She said that she
really only had the mood swings the first day or so of her
period. I mentioned how glad I was that she was calmer the rest
of the time.
She surprised me with her reply; "If you could get me
pregnant you wouldn't have to worry about it for nine months."
Elizabeth spoke up then, "I get to have the first baby in
this family, you can have the second one."
I was really shocked to hear this, as I really hadn't
thought about having children yet. I'm used to women that don't
plan on having any children until after they reach 30.
I hadn't thought about the problems an older woman would
have bearing a first child in this period. I remembered from
reading how on the frontier that the child death rate was high,
extremely high to someone from my period. Later from talking to
my wives I found that they were the survivors from a family of 6
children. Two had died before they reached 2 years of age and
the other two before they reached 12.
May 30 - June 3, 1847
Not much to write about has happened during the last five
days. We have continued over an increasingly drier plain. The
watering spots are getting further apart and the water quality
has started degenerating. I told both Claire and Elizabeth that
all drinking water had to be boiled before they drank it. They
started to rebel until I reminded them that this was a good way
to catch cholera again. This was sufficient to insure that they
obeyed. This has kept us from suffering the diarrhea and
stomach upsets that are affecting the people on the train. After
several people became ill after drinking water straight from the
watering holes, other people have started boiling their drinking
water as well. I hope this doesn't affect the future, but I find
myself worrying less and less about this. I guess I've started
accepting that I have to live in this era with all its foibles
and give up some of mine. I think the time I had to think about
my situation during my night guard duty allowed me to accept
this. It seemed like another world with no lights or noise
except that made by animals or the wagon train. Another world
is how I have to regard it too. I am as removed from my time as
if I had gone to Mars.
I find myself dreaming about things I used to be able to get
in the future. It seems silly, but the main things I miss are
the things I used to take for granted, the ability to have an
endless supply of hot water for a bath, hamburgers, electricity,
ice cream, and most importantly, toilet paper. I have gotten
used to using a cloth dipped in water to clean myself, but I
still have a hard time holding on to it for the next time. I
keep throwing it down and having to pick it up again. There
isn't an unlimited supply of cloth so I have accepted the
requirement, but it goes against everything I've grown up with.
That is true of a lot of things here. Things we would have
discarded are kept for other uses. I bet the whole wagon train
doesn't discard as much trash as a typical family of my time.
I am gradually learning how to accomplish the common tasks
of everyday living,such as harnessing the oxen and driving the
wagon. I have become accustomed to labor that I would have
revolted against before. It doesn't seem so bad when everyone
is doing the same thing. It is surprising how much labor it takes
to accomplish the most mundane chore. For example brewing a cup
of coffee. In my time you went to the store and bought coffee
that had been ground or from a selection of specialty coffee
beans that had been roasted to a consistent quality. You took it
home where you put it in a coffee maker that you filled from a
faucet that dispensed an unlimited quantity of fresh, safe to
drink water. You might have to grind it but that usually
involved putting the beans in a grinder that worked with the
touch of a button. c Or you might just avoid all this and just
stop at a coffee stand and get it without leaving your car. In
this time you bought whatever unroasted beans you could find,
took them home and roasted them in a heavy skillet over an open
fire until you thought they were roasted enough. After that you
used a pedestal and mortar to grind the beans or managed to crush
them using a hammer. The grounds were placed in a pot and water
was added from whatever source you had and the pot was placed on
the fire to boil. You then added cold water to make the grounds
fall to the bottom and you had your coffee.
One thing I have seen is the large amount of mustard that is
growing next to the trail. When I commented about this I was
told that previous wagon trains had spread the seeds of mustard
to mark the trails. I was shocked for some reason, probably from
hearing about all the damage that imported species have caused.
The people here don't even have the concept of conservation, the
attitude seems to be that there is an endless supply of anything
they want. Several men have been using the herds of buffalo as
targets to sharpen their shooting skills. Now I understand what
the wagon captain said when he told me that we would be seeing
more buffalo. It still bothers me when I see them shooting the
buffalo though. It's waste when they can't use the meat and
can't or won't even stop to harvest the hides. One man shot one
to cut out the tongue, leaving the rest to rot.
We have spent the nights cuddling with each other and
talking. I am constantly learning things about my wonderful
wives. I learned that they had grown up around Philadelphia on
a small farm. Claire had gone to school and had done so well
that the teacher continued to teach her until she arranged for
her to go to the Freehold Young Ladies' Seminary in
Philadelphia. Unlike most seminary schools, this taught several
sciences as well as Greek, Latin, and geometry. While there she
had become active in the temperance and anti slavery movement.
She had not continued to college since her father died and had
sought to find a teaching job around her home. She was
unsuccessful and her uncle had encouraged her to go to Oregon
where she might find a husband and the need for teachers was
greater. Elizabeth was not as studious as Claire and had stopped
going to school after the 6th grade. She wasn't less
intelligent than Claire. She just had a different focus.
Elizabeth became the son her father didn't have, helping him on
the farm and generally acting like a boy until her father died.
After that she had continued handling the chores around the farm
but began to have problems keeping up with the work. She also
was facing the prospect of becoming an old maid, as none of the
boys or men around would consider her as a wife. She was also
advised to go to Oregon to find a husband.
Their uncle bought the farm and helped them obtain the
things they needed for the trip. He was the one who had advised
them to make the hidden compartment in the wagon and had given
them $200 for emergencies.
June 4, 1847
We arrived at Independence Rock today. Talk about a large
rock. It must be over a hundred feet high and at least 3 or four
football fields long on the side. The most surprising thing
about it is the smooth finish on the rock. It looks like
someone put it into some huge rock tumbler and polished it before
setting it back down on this flat plain. I along with many of
the other people on the train have opted to remain here instead
of continuing on today to mark our names on the rock. Using a
piece of flat iron I had sharpened on one edge, I carved our
first names and today's date on one side. I carved a heart
around our names as I couldn't put my last name behind both of my
wive's. I received a kiss from both when I explained that I felt
married to both of them even if society said I should only be
married to one.
The wagon master said we would be reaching the Sweetwater
River the next morning and would be following it after we went
around Devil's Gate. We rode the horses over to see it and it
was astonishing to watch the river shoot through the granite
rocks. Altogether we had a good holiday from the trip, which we
used to tighten up the wagons and prepare for the trip to the
South Pass. I was worried about getting through the mountains
before the snows, but was assured by the wagon master that since
we had arrived here before July 4th we should get through with
little difficulty.
June 5, 1847
I'm so mad I am ready to kill someone. Another train
passed us today. That was fine but one of the people several
slaves in his party and they had to be the sorriest lot I have
ever seen. Their clothes were ragged and most were walking
barefoot. The worst was a young girl of about Elizabeth's age
who was being led on a rope behind a rider. She had several
stripes on her back from where she had been beaten. Claire was
outraged and began to harangue the men with her anti slavery
sentiments. The man on the horse cursed her and lifted his crop
as if to strike her.
I pulled my pistol and told him, "You'll be in hell the
moment you swing that crop." I hadn't been sure I could kill a
man but seeing the shape the slaves were in and having him
threaten my wife made me sure this one would be no problem.
For a moment I thought he might, but then several other men
in our train had their rifles pointed in his direction.
He just gave me a look and said, "Keep your woman's mouth
shut about my business."
I cocked the pistol and told him, "If I see you within 500 feet
of my wagon, you'll be dead."
Later the wagon captain talked to me about the incident. He
was upset, but more about Claire's intervention with the other
man than with my pulling my pistol. He thought that was all
right, since he had threatened to hit a white woman. He just
didn't understand the reason she was so mad about the girl being
whipped. To him blacks were not humans, just property. He
asked why we didn't just buy the girl if she felt that strongly
about it. I almost exploded, but managed to not say anything
when Elizabeth grabbed my arm and pulled me back to our wagon.
That night we talked or rather Claire and Elizabeth talked
about the fact of slavery here and now. I was all for buying
the girl with the raw gold we had, but they dissuaded me. They
pointed out that a girl like that would cost about $300 to $400
and showing that much raw gold was a good way to get dead. They
reminded me that I had told them not to mention anything about
the gold and if I used it to buy the girl it would be known. I
talked about trying to free the slaves by shooting the owners and
was told I would be hung if I did. Finally I had to accept that
for now there was nothing I could do. I promised myself that as
soon as we got to Oregon I would find the girl and buy her no
matter what it cost.
We spent that night making love with more than a few tinges
of sadness. I felt guilty being here in my wagon surrounded by
two beautiful women and lying over enough gold to set all the
slaves free and not being able to do anything about it. As we
lay in post-coital weariness, I found myself wondering if I was
condemned to feeling this way whenever I saw slavery being
practiced. One way or another I was determined to keep this out
of Oregon, and damn if it affected the future.
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By Xbanero 2012
[email protected]
tags: SciFi, latex, FF/m, strapon
(sorry for the horrible style, maybe I'll fix it lately, I also promise I will leave party theme for a while)
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16. Nightly_shopping
All that her friends could say about Maria was that she's cute, well mannered, a little bit narrow, but nothing like open-minded or adventurous.
She threw a party on her twentieth birthday at the bar in the city recommended by Monica, who was her soulmate since their childhood. In fact, Monica was afraid about Maria's future, because by her point of view her life led nowhere. They were both working as account managers in a large IT company, but unlike the Maria, Monica had "lively nature", always trying to spice up her best friend's life. In fact until this day, her efforts were somehow weak against Maria's principles.
Maria got drunk, but in a very hard way. She danced almost with every guy, using everything about seduction, that Monica tried to teach her all these years. It was easy when her friend wrapped her quite fine body in the sexiest minidress she could find in her wardrobe. She also changed Marias make-up just to match her vision of irressistible seductress...
In the early morning all the people left, except two girls. Finally Monica yawned. "I think, it's time to go..." But Maria had different idea. "Nooo, don't, we just started..."
"I don't think so, you were great tonight, but why should we wait until the next year, we just can go out next saturday again, isn't it? Now let's go to sleep..."
"Okay." They packed their things and the bartender happily locked the door behind them. "See you." Maria kissed Monicas cheek and headed to her appartment. Or Monica thought so. But Maria changed her direction just when she got out of her mate's sight. She wanted to wander around a little bit. In fact it wasn't much to be seen in these hours, all the shops and bars have been closed, streets nearly deserted. But then she saw a strange green neon sign which said "World of transformations"
Maria was curious and came closer. It looked like some kind of fashion shop, the sign "OPEN" looked much more like someone forgot to turn it around. But what if... She walked down over few steps and tried to push the handle. Her heart jumped. She opened the door and entered the dimly lit room. The raw smell of rubber entered her nostrils immediately. But she realized it wasn't unpleasant to her. All around were mannequins draped in shiny robes definitely made of latex. "Oh my." She took a deep breath. What Monica never knew about her and also no other else was her secret interest in fetish fashion. She always longed to get into the shop like this. She took the material between two fingers and enjoyed its smoothness.
"Looking for something specific mylady?"
She turned around, looking at the slim young man about the same size like she was. ...Well if she wasn't towering over him on her five inch stillettos she also borrowed from Monica. The guy wore a little bit snug black sweater and a pair of jeans that looked a little bit... gay.
She decided to go straight to the point. She wanted to try it on, to buy something... anything.
"Umm I'm a newbie into the stuff, could you help me out please?"
"Certainly I can, follow me." He showed her the various outfits that could easily beat creations from Victoria's Secret shows. "At first you should decide what type of blood you are. The dominatrix, slave or a switch. I think you understand the design itself expresses your personality."
"Oh you can see I want cross the border and change myself a little. I want to be more confident than people think I am."
"Okay. It says a lot. And what exactly do you like on latex? Is it the look or how it feels against your skin? Do you want to let it caress every inch of your body or just to have it a little bit looser? Think."
"I want to try something really snug. Maybe I will change my mind then..."
"So we should pick the outfit that includes a catsuit, shall we..."
He led her to the different corner of the shop. Thin shiny membrane was stretched around the two mannequins standing at the locked display case full of boxes. "We produce finest catsuits you can ever get, they are a little bit expensive, but it's highly durable and have a lot of useful features. I recommend you to wear this one." He unlocked the case and handed her one of the boxes. It's patented technology allows you to change the colour patterns to conform to the style of the whole outfit. You will practically never need another one. Maria didn't quite understood but nodded. "I think I will try it. Where is the changing room?"
"There. And you'll need this." He gave her a bottle of lube. "Call me when you're ready."
Maria rushed into the small room with large mirror, she kicked down her shoes, literally tore down Monicas dress, bra, panties and nylon stockings.
She stood there naked, full of the anticipation. She opened the box. "Lube up your body to prevent the damage to your catsuit." was the first point of the short howto lying on the top. Maria started to spread the thick liquid over her beautiful legs, slowly moving up to her neck and arms. At first it was a quite messy feeling, but she thought only about the pile of latex inside the box. Finally she pulled it out, looking at it suspiciously. It looked two or three sizes smaller and had no zippers to get inside. "The material is very stretchy, don't be afraid to use appropriate force." said the next line of the instructions. Although it seemed impossible, she stepped into the hole for the neck and slowly pulled it up to her hips and over her breasts. She smoothened all the wrinkles and admired her work. She felt her skin tingle all around her body. And she was getting wet. It was something that turned her on... "Please, I'm done."
Shop assistant appeared. "Okay, now don't move, I will connect the suit to the console." He pulled a thin cable from the wall and connected it to a invisible socket somewhere on her back. The mirror blinked, then the large menu of adjustments appeared. Assistant chose the outfit designer menu. "I suppose we should try the party type, according the clothes you previously had on... What about this?" On the screen appeared a sketch of a woman wearing striped black and purple body, tight black miniskirt with purple hem and waist, black thigh high stockings and opera gloves.
"Sure let's try it..." Maria gasped as the color of her body started to change. Transparent parts on her upper thighs and arms appeared to create the feeling of stockings and gloves. Then he handed her something like rubber belt. "Put it around your waist and press the button in the front."
From the belt extended the tight latex miniskirt that stopped just under her crotch. "Voila, do you like it? I think you could use these shoes of yours." He handed her Monicas stilettos. Now she felt really powerful.
She pivoted around admiring herself in the partially reflecting mirror/screen.
"It's perfect."
"I think so." Then Maria got an idea that made her blush.
"What? Asked the guy, that noticed she has gulped."
"Ehm... I've always wanted to try one of those... strapons... Is it possible to do so?"
"My lady, the catsuit is eligible for every kind of sex you could imagine. You don't have to add anything to it to have the abilities of male lover."
"Pardon me... I think I didn't catch you..."
"All of our catsuits have the 'instant-futa' feature embedded."
"What do you mean?"
He connected the cable again. Then browsed the "Demo" menu.
"The extra features are not included in the basic price, in fact they would cost you alot,and I could do a real activation only after the payment. But this time-limited demo should be enough for you to understand."
He selected the instant-futa option.
"Now you can show/hide your appendage just by pressing secret switch on your left hip three times." Maria found a little bump that appeared exactly on the described place. "I still don't understand what are you talking about..." she murmured.
"Whoa." She had to make one step behind as the head of the massive black rubber penis raised the hem of her miniskirt and pressed against the mirror/screen and pushing her away.
"This is just a basic shape, you can select three of them as the part of the activation package, others could be purchased later." Maria didn't listen. She was massaging her new limb dreamily. Then she sighed. "No it's not real, but you could supply some basic sensitivity into it using another package."
Maria's looked puzzled again. "The vaginal and anal plugs are able to tranfer the energy from the sensors in the penis into your most sensitive regions." You could also make them hollow to be able be the giving and receiving person in one time. Do you want to try this? It could be unpleasant for you to be stimulated before total stranger like me..."
Maria knew it was just a conversational question, the guy had to know she was already turned on, her nipples expanded to the size of cherries literally waved at him. "If you mean that I could cross my limits, its already done. Please, I am eager to try it."
The suit slowly penetrated and distended her holes, the fullness that she never experienced before made her grunt. Soon her body accomodated to the two invaders and she started to feel very comfortable. She reached for the tip of her cock. "Carefully, the first reaction could be very intensive..." But it was too late, Marias nether regions were already set on fire. Her body was spasming in the greatest orgasm she ever had.
The guy blushed. "I am sorry, I should've left before this happened."
"I don't care anymore, see?. But maybe if you feel sorry you could do me a favor. I heard you people are not bad at this." Her glossy lips closed around her index finger imitating fellatio. Now the assistant got puzzled.
She gave him a stern look. "Are you a fag, am I right?" Her rude language made him angry a little bit. "Dear lady, I have to inform you even if am rather used to mate with male partners as you indicated, I don't feel very comfortable in small room like this with beautiful female sporting large penis when she just eperienced the strongest climax in her life."
Maria started to feel he was afraid of her. She must admit she gave a thorough look to his nice ass couple of times.
"Look I think I have the things under control. I don't think like raping you is the good idea, isn't it? And believe me, I am not a rapist at all. I just want to feel like your partner when you are trying to make him happy."
"Okay, before I do it, just for the record, my name is Nicholas."
"I'm Maria, pleased to meet you." She grinned.
He dropped to his knees and slowly traced the head of her pride with the tip of his tongue. Maria started to feel another orgasm slowly building inside her. He really approved his skills. She gasped, spasmed and finally roared like a lion. And then he got her in the right place. She had to force her cock out of his mouth when he caused her third great climax in a row. In fact she didn't have to, the unpleasant beep indicated the demo period had expired and the penis along with the plugs disappeared.
"T... thank you, that was... wonderful" she panted "...shouldn't I be ... sweating or something? I heard..."
"Maybe you have already noticed, it is no ordinary fetish gear..." he winked at her and stood up, wiping his mouth with a tissue. "You can wear it practically whole day."
"So am I going to put these two in the basket?" he was really enjoying devastating effect of his skills on her. "Absolutely."
"Good choice, anyways the bundle gets cheaper. And I could give you another three penis shapes at your choice" He gave her a remote control sand she selected some delicately some artistic chiseled forms that she liked the most. "With the plugs you could also activate it using your vaginal muscles, hands-free. The selection of the shape and size has to be done only by the buttons on your hip, but you have to remember it's order."
"This fine crop I'll give you for free." He handed it to her. She gripped the handle and smacked it into the palm of the other hand.
"So are you going to undress or should I offer you this fine cloak that will let you to return home like that?"
The thought of walking on the streets like that was very tempting. "Well I'll take it, just please help me to make some more adjustments."
She changed the skirt to the frilly one opened in front that she supposed to be more comfy when having an "erection". Maria gulped as she saw the prize on the card terminal, but then she thought it was much better than a fucking vacation in carribbean she had planned instead. At last she covered herself with a satin cloak that hiding all the shininess underneath.
"Thank you and have fun with it..." Nick gave her a big smile and headed for the door in the back of the shop. "Wait. May I ask one question." He stopped and turned around. "Yes?"
"How many women using that damn suit live in this city?"
"Umm I sold about two hundreds myself, mostly to young ones like you, but we deliver it to the other shops, I think this year we crossed first thousand. Of course not every customer lives here. Why are you asking?" "I thought if they have such thing in common, they could have some parties or the fav club, community or so..."
His expression brightened. "Oh yeah, you bet they are clubbing a lot. Futas if I could call them that way are often visitors to gay clubs. I think many women dream about chewing on juicy fine butt of those sweet boys that were unreachable for them for a long time. Most of the homosexuals find these women suitable for having a casual intercourse. For me it is still only alternative option, because it is not easy to find a male lover, but some of us find themselves bisexuals in these conditions. But if you look into the box the catsuit was put in, there should be this leaflet." He handed her a piece of paper. There was a map and a text that went like this:
"Real home of the female futas. Enjoy a company of the women like you. We will satisfy your needs. We will saturate your body with passion. We will expand your horizons.Join Us! Every saturday from midnight to six."
"Our company supports this club, you can also purchase there some other features for your suit. And the most importrant thing. By entering this club you agree with some adjustments made during your stay. Is it all?"
"Oh yeah, thank you very much." She grabbed her things and the paper and headed outside. She was startled, that she could meet those beautiful shiny women right away! Her visions got filled with latex and dildos. She took a cab, trying to avoid the driver to notice her shiny legs that slipped off her cloak occasionally. The entrance to the club was hidden in a dark alley. She was startled by an old rusted door that silently moved aside. Behind them was empty small room with blinking light. Once the door closed behind her, the display on the wall in front of her lit on. "New WOT suit user detected. Please remove additional clothing, you will be added to the database." As she read those lines she undid her cloak and let it fall to the ground. Dozen of lasers started to scan her body immediately. "You have been added to our database. Access to the club granted." The humming behind the wall sounded like an elevator engine and her stomach told her she was descending. After couple of secs humming stopped and the left wall lifted up.
The smell of rubber and sex encircled her. The dim lit two stores high hall was filled with shiny bodies. On her left were two blondes in silver and blue catsuits furiously fucking the bizarre sculpture with numerous rubber pussies, thick lube oozing from each one to the floor. They were constantly kissing, tongues swirled in the air like colibris wings. Maria was admiring their stamina, their hips moved in steady rhythm without a trace of tiredness.
Next to them a redhead bombshell in smokey transparent tight gown over black catsuit sat on the large couch. She held a crystal clear fleshlight that she slowly moved up and down on her large cock protruding through the hole in her dress. She moaned softly enjoying every sensation. Maria felt hypnotized by the head of her cock repeatedly reappearing in the hole on the opposite end of her toy. There was a dance floor, where other women grinded their bodies together and by the sounds that mixed to the music she could say the were not only dancing. She found herself standing there frozen looking like scared rabbit. Maria decided to move to the bar. But when she got closet to the barstool, she felt something was happening to her suit. Not only that her cock appeared, but also the suit created a sheaths inside her exposing her pussy lips and cherry delicately covered with black latex membrane. She tried to ignore that and sat on the stool. A black hose snaked out under the bar desk and sucked her cock inside. In the same time two dildos entered her both holes. She climaxed immediately, gasping for the air, her fingers dug into her soft seat, while her back arched. Then the bartender woman came.
She was wearing red devil-like outfit, even with the red demon like tail swinging behind her back. Her auburn hair cascaded down around her beautiful face.
"A newbie, huh?" She gave her a devilish smile. "First drink is free, what do you want for the starters?"
"I think straight vodka will do..." she opened her mouth in as the barmaid expertly shot a load of clear fluid into a glass right out of her cock. Maria curiously sipped from the glass. It really was her order, but she bet there was a glint of the barmaids pussy juice.
Meanwhile the stimulation of her cock, pussy and ass raised up by a notch. It was driving her mad. She emptied her glass and ordered another.
Barmaid looked at her. "I see you can endure a lot, but you can turn it off. There." She pointed at the display before the Maria where a humourous sign "Repeat the cycle? Y/N" appearead.
Maria slammed the yes button with shaking hand. The stimulation stopped.
"Better?" Asked the devil woman. "I am not sure. I am still horny, feeling idle, vacant." "You can turn it on again, but choose the type of the stimulation desire for."
Maria inspected closely the menu on the display. Two sections were at the top, one called "Stimulation" and another "Modifications". Underneath each one was a list of organs and regions like taken from the atlas of human anatomy. She concentrated on the stimulation section. In the penis region she selected tongue lashing, force sucking and deepthroating. Then she selected pussy and anal rimming and clit licking. Her nipples got also tongue treatment, feet and neck its massage. She selected the mild intensity on each feature. It was pure bliss. She closed her eyes and imagined being awashed by the caribbean sea on the white sandy beach. "Hey, you don't plan to sleep here, don't you?" Maria opened her eyes again. "Nope, I was just thinking spending all my vacation savings for this was not a bad idea. "You bet." Barmaid waved her tail and stroked Marias neck with it. "How does it feel?"
"Feels what?" "You know, the liquid squirting from your cock." "Depends if you chose to feel it or not. But you may ask if I like it. And I say, absolutely yes. You see everybody here could be a barmaid from time to time, even you, it's a good way to get some new extra features for the work. Maybe you miss some fun doing it, but at least we are women right, and there is not much conversation during this endless sex you see around. I like to talk to people. By the way I am Lily" She leaned across the bar and kissed Maria deeply, who just felt as the barmaids tongue touched the back of her throat. "I am Maria, I can see you are a good kisser huh?"
Lily just smiled and licked her glossy lips with her pointy weapon.
"Next weekend I am free for clubbing, the service is on Mercedes there."
She pointed at the redhead on the sofa, who already wasn't alone anymore. She was fucking the ass of a cute asian in red catsuit with a black dragon on her back who bitten her lips as the hand of her partner used the fleshlight on her cock.
"She has been waiting for Kim all the night, now she gets the payoff..."
"And you, do you have your mate around here?" Her eyes became vacant. "She moved two weeks ago." She answered. "Oh. Sorry for that."
"So. You were asking about squirting." Lily changed the topic quickly.
"First you can get the point if you play our little cumming game here."
She made a step aside showing Maria a large showcase with a squirming bound male body inside. "Don't be afraid, it is just a mannequin." She leaned for another kiss and pressed couple of buttons on the screen while her tongue lashed Marias tonsils.
"Here."
The current stimulation stopped and Before Maria appeared the scheme of the male body. "Click on its mouth"
The chrome probe raised from the showcases floor and got pushed into mannequins mount. In the same time Maria felt like her own cock entered past its lips. "You can move your hips a little back and forth."
As she did, the probe started to move in and out. She felt like the lips glided over her penis head. "Now pull the head on the display with your finger. The head started to move mechanically . She felt as the stimulation got stronger. "Now prepare to cum, if you pull it out in a right time..."
"Aaaaah." Maria moaned as the feeling of squirting hot liquid filled her senses. It was alike taking a piss but much more intensive. The face of the mannequin got covered with creamy cum oozing out of the probe.
"I can see you really like it." Lily calmed her voice. "There is a new upgrade available for your catsuit to experience it in real. In fact it works like this barmaid's modding but it works outside the bar without that secret tube supplying the booze from the tank. I can access a secret section of new features waiting for approval for you. Here." Again slender red rubbery fingers danced over the screen. "It is not cheap and not every woman could feel it same way as I suppose you just did, you have to decide if it worths the money".
Maria got a wicked idea. "Will you give me a BJ then?"
Lily nodded. She already knew she won't sleep alone tonight.
Maria checked out her purchase and handed her card to Lily. Couple seconds later she felt something tingling in her crotch. She tried to flinch. "Nonono, you have to sit still... Until now. Done. Vodka again?"
she said playfully. Maria wondered how many shots she had today. "Just one."
Instead of giving her the glass Lily climbed on the bar and knelt before Maria offering her glistening red dick. Maria noticed the thin supplying tube Lily mentioned before attached to her left thigh. She inhaled deeply, grabbed firm red rubbery asscheeks and pushed it all down her throat. The devil woman didn't expect such assault, and she was already eager to cum so she climaxed, losing control, and sent another three shots down Maria's throat before she realized she's drowning her new friend in the booze. She withdrew her dick, pulled the tube out of secret socket and jumped down from the bar trying to catch coughing Maria that was about to fall to the ground.
"Oh my. Are you okay?" She slapped her couple of times as she started to close her eyes. "I am... hick... sorry, it is my fault. Is there a bathroom somewhere?"
"Got a problem Lily?" Tall black haired Amazon whose catsuit was stylized to a pair of bikini, opera gloves and thigh high stockings. Rest of her body was covered by a transparent latex. Her massive cock hung between her muscular thighs. "Oh yeah, this friend of mine taken too much by accident, could you take her to the bathroom Liz, please? Thank you." In Lily's voice was a bit of sarcasm. The horse girl was getting on her nerves for a long time. "My pleasure."
After an hour Maria awakened on the couch. The club was nearly closing. She thought she had a deja-vu. Lily noticed she got up, left the bar and sat besides her. "Hey sweetie." She stroked Marias hair.
"I have to look terrible. My head's killing me. Ouch."
"Here, take this pill, it'll be fine" she gave her a glass of water.
"Thanks." Lily's hand now rested on Maria's thigh.
"You know, I live nearby, I thought youd'like to stay... And I owe you a blow job, remember?"
Maria turned her head, looking into Lilys brown eyes. "I usually don't sleep with bartenders but..." she tried to laugh, but then catched her forehead again. "Ouch. I think you will be disappointed, see?"
"I don't care, who said I am kissing on the first date, huh?"
"Kissing what?" they both laughed again. And then they hugged each other, squeezing their latex bodies. It took maybe a minute or two until their lips parted. Maria gasped for air. Lily was smiling, her eyes sparkled. "Yummy."
"I am afraid that I have to accept your offer." Maria replied her with broad smile. "So let's go, here's your cloak and stuff you have left at your seat. By the way, that dress is horrible."
"It's not mine..." she blurped. Lily looked at her suspiciously. "I borrowed it from my colleague and also these shoes..."
"Is that a good friend of yours?" Maria sighed. "Yes, but trust me, we are just friends."
"Okay, sorry for asking... Let's go." Lily took her purse and a plain looking grey wool coat, switched off the lights and went to the elevator. On the display she typed some code sequence and a red light on the ceiling turned on. "Better do not leave anything here, it'll be locked as we exit the door until next saturday..."
Maria shivered, as the fresh air blowed into her face. The city was drowned in twilight of early morning. Lily led her thru dark alleys full of dirt that creaked under their heels. "It is not the best part of the town, but as you understood, the publicity is not welcome for us."
"I think that guy is following us."
"So it would be better to wait for him and ask what he wants, isn't it? I don't want to break my heel again."
"Look I am pretty scared. He's definitely not the cofee and sweets type."
He slowed down surprise by their act, but then he made up his mind and came closer and pulled out a large knife.
"Hello ladies! Have a minute for me? It won't hold you for a long, just give me your wallets, please?" The hood of his grubby sweatshirt covered his face.
"I usually don't talk to strangers, especially when I can't look into their eyes." It seemed Lily enjoyed the situation. The guy was smaller than them, in fact the only advantage was that piece of sharp steel in his hand.
"Look miss, I am not here to negotiate, I could make some pretty surgery to your face if it is necessary."
"Oh really? And what else you can do?"
"Well, I haven't fucked for a month, so if you want it hard way... Yieeks!"
Red slick tentacle encircled the handle and pulled the knife out of his hand.
Lily has waited until he released his grip, because she knew those junkies are never able to keep concentrated for long.
"Nice blade." Lily hefted it in her hand as her tail released it.
"A month you say?" she grinned, "that means you are lucky, because we will give you a fuck of your life."
He turned around to run away, but stumbled over, his anckles were bound by her red demonic limb.
"Going somewhere?" he looked up at his beautiful captor lying on his back. "Now I can see your eyes. But most important thing is that they can see mine!" She put her knee on his chest, gripped his throat and pointed the knife between his legs. He was shaking, scared by a rubber succubus that was about to tear him into pieces.
"Listen to me, we will have fun with you because you need some punishment, and my original plan is to let you go after that. But I could always change my mind so don't you risk it. Now take off your clothes." She stood up and watched him as he comically tried to do so with his bound feet. She sighed. "Just pull your pants down and stand up." Her tail retreated back under her coat. Maria was watching the spectacle with astonishment. Lily looked in her eyes inquisitively "You are going to join me, aren't you sweetheart?" Maria nodded. "Well, we need some privacy now, there is an deserted garage perfectly suitable for our purpose."
"Follow us, slave!" the guy, surprised by his new name stood there petrified.
Her tail snaked around his throat, pulling him behind her. With his pants down he hopped like a small bunny.
The shed had just a walls and small rest of the tin roof, so there was enough light. Lily hanged her coat on the hook on the wall, took a pair of handcuffs out of her purse and faced her new toy. "On your knees, here!" Circles of rubber tightened around his neck to make him act quickly.
"Now I want you to listen carefully. From now on you will just shut up and do whatever we want. In the other way, your dealer will strike you out of his list this morning. And believe me, I am not planning to send you to the rehab."
"Put your hands behind your back!" she secured his hands within a second.
She released his throat. "Lie on your belly!"
Her tail raised above his butt a whipped it forcefully. "Sweetheart, there is your crop inside my coat, you can use it as well."
Maria was disturbed in her deep thoughts about the things her parents taught her. She wasn't supposed to do things like that. But she already did it. Is she going to be sorry till the end of her life? The guy was scum and deserved it. He was even trying to rob her. Maybe he wanted to rape them both.
Yes. He's going to be punished. He has to be.
"Yes." She quickly found the thing, hung her cloak over Lily's coat and straddled guys head, heels pressed to his temples, sat on him, forcing his nose deep into the dirt. Then she started to whip his back with such force, they could heard him to scream into the ground with every single hit.
"Roll around!" Maria took a lead. She stood up letting him to follow the order. Then she hissed "You were told not to make any noise. This is to make sure you won't. She sat on his face in the same position, like before, just her rubbery bottom completely covered his mouth. "You will lick it as hard as you can. Otherwise, I will change your balls into a meatloaf." Then she started to whip his belly and nipples, from time to time hitting his cock to keep his attention. Lily watched her with amusement. So that's the true Maria.
Sweet and merciless, exactly as she dreamed about her when she watched as she slept on the couch in the club.
She started to look around, letting her with the toy. After while she found an old rusty barrel full of rain water. And some ropes.
"Slave, you stink in absolutely disgusting way. I think you need a bath. Come here."
Maria let him stand up and followed him, occasionally hitting his hanging balls. "Get inside." The guy reluctantly got his feet off his trousers and tried to clamber onto its edge. With his cuffed hands it was rather complicated, but his two torturers had great sense for motivation. Finally he was sitting up there, his legs dipped in, but he coudlnt jump down. Lily pushed him over and ducked to avoid getting splashed. The water reached at least up to his chest. Lily closed her mouth to his ear. "You are lucky there were no broken bottles inside. Now submerge." She gripped his hair and pushed him down. Maybe it was an accident, but she managed to push him inside on the first try. "Ahh, I am really looking forward my bathtub. These bubbles sound like jacuzzi..." She said dreamily, not really caring about the drowning guy.
Maria's fear of his life slowly faded. She knew it is all very risky, but who cares, even if he succeeded to rob them, he could die next day from overdose.
He was finished already.
But the bubbles had stopped. "Hey, isn't it enough?"
"I am afraid it's done, he's not moving. Let's take him out."
She pulled him up a little and catched his underarms, but he was slipping. "We have to flip the barrel." It was heavy as hell, but they eventually managed to swing it couple time and finally it fell. Water splashed all over the place. "Look, he's moving!"
Flood of curses filled the shed. And then it stopped.
His bulging eyes looked at the fat rubber cock stuffed in his mouth and the Lily's face who smirked. "Suck." The cold sharp steel on his neck forced him to think about this advice. After Lily got satisfied they pulled him out. His body was covered with bruises, both from the "underwater accident" and also from Maria's thorough care. It wasn't too difficult for them to stretch him over the lying barrel using the rope. Lily looked at his soaked shiny white ass that wriggled right before her cock. His mouth was already stuffed with Maria's member which explored the depths of his throat. Ar least he just took a lesson from right holding of breath, this should be piece of cake.
Lily licked her fingers. Water served as a lube well, she quickly got four fingers inside. The rest was a ride thru a blooming park. The large head of her specially designed "conqueror" shape went past his sphincter like sucked in. She was amazed by his compliance. "Here's the one of the finest asses I've ever probed! If it wasn't such a trash, I'd like to keep it at home..."
Maria started to moan a little when she closed to her peak, then pulled her cock out of him and splashed his whole face with sticky gooey liquid. "Yess...". She watched it oozing out of his mouth as he tried to breathe. "You are so lucky. Swallow it! All!" Then she sat on his back to get closer to Lily's lusty lips. The cum dripped from the head of her penis between his asscheeks. Their kiss got Lily over the edge. Her tail was tightly wrapped around his ballsack, squeezing it like a lemon. Her pumping reached a deadly speed, she was pushing so hard the creaking noise indicated the barrel was moving. Then she stopped. Her tail unwound and returned behind her back. She helped Maria down and gripped her cock and stroke it couple of times. "You have to try it, it was unbelievable!"
Maria sighed, "I am afraid I just wanna go to bed, this was the sixth climax since the midnight, I think he's got enough."
"Maybe you're right..." She took the knife and cut all the ropes.
"Slave, you are free to go now, but maybe, if you'll find something missing in your pitiful life, you can return here two weeks later, but shaven and clean. Same time."
Lily took two packs of tissues out of her purse, handed one to Maria and started to clean the mess out of her fingers and cock, throwing the used ones onto his body. Maria did likewise and checked her right shoe which seemed wobbly. "Oh shit! I think my heel's broken! Monica is going to kill me!" Maria cursed.
"Relax honey, we'll get them fixed, anyways you need to pick something of a real quality. These will never get broken." She pointed proudly at her boots.
"I noticed you had no problems walking on this trash. They are pretty good I think... but I have to go one legged now..."
"Lemme help you. Here." Lily offered Maria her cloak and the bag with clothes, took her own stuff and both girls walked out of the shed. "Watch out!" she shouted at the guy, who could hear a whiz of his knife flying above his head and a noisy clash as it landed somewere between the lumber behind him.
"Hope we are really close, my feet are aching like hell..."
Lily started to kiss Maria immediately as she locked the door behind them. She striped her down to latex again, threw everything on the ground and pulled her to the bathroom. "You have to try the shower wearing it..."
She was right. The feeling of jets of hot water against her second skin was fantastic. Their wet rubbery bodies wrapped around each other. "Hey..."
Maria broke their kiss as she felt the tip of Lily's tail probing her pussy.
"What?" she answered innocently. "You're playing with fire." Lily knew what her new lover was capable of so when she grabbed her ass and lifted her to brutally penetrate her hungry love nest against the wall, she didn't blink an eye. But when the hot cum filled her insides to the maximum, oozing around Marias cock, which was still pumping her away, she pleaded her to stop.
"Oh my, I am sorry, are you okay?" she put her down. Lily smiled, streams of thick goo dribbled down her thighs. "Yeah, let's finish the biz. You know, the amount of the cum is limited and you should remember my little debt." she dropped to her knees and used her best skills on Marias member. She started probbing her rubber cherry with her fingers as well, while her tail still swirled inside the pussy...
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By Xbanero 2010-11
[email protected]
tags: SciFi, latex, FF/m, strapon
(sorry for the horrible style, maybe I'll fix it lately, I also promise I will leave party theme for a while)
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10. School laboratory
version 1.0.3
Asher's high school was classic institute for ladies education in past times. But when Sasha came here it was about to change. From the first time she noticed strange girls wearing plain black uniforms and silken gloves. They were almost in every classroom. "Who are they?" Sasha asked her neighbor. Jenna, who apparently ignored those "freaks" answered "If I could recommend, you don't care. And believe me, it is better to remain like this. And stay away from alpha nu!". It was clear she woudln't like to hear another question about it, so Sasha turned back to fashion and guys stuff, leaving it for the next day.
After school she found on one of the boards in the hall strange job offer. "You don't have to care abou money, when you work for alpha-nu! Interesting people and style! Come to us!"
She remembered what Jenna said, but she coudln't help and stored the address and phone number.
The rest of the day she browsed pubs and shops, looking for the job. But in vain. The thought about the call to Alpha-nu posessed her. "What the hell, it's just a phonecall!"
She dialed the number from the flyer. Pleasant voice of young lady introduced as Sarah and persuaded her to come over and see the possibilities right away. Sasha was desperate. She decided to go there.
Alpha-nu was very large building with impressive entrance. After a doorbell rang beatiful woman in mid thirties opened and smiled at her. "Ms. Jennings? I am Sarah Stone, Come in!"
She led Sasha to her office, closed the door behind them and offered her comfy leather chair.
"In fact we have small school laboratory here. We have couple of different projects running on private funds, but we still need people to participate. I see most of the girls coming here have no interest in science, but THIS is something different and I can say you gonna like it! Please fill in this survey, so we can find more about your capabilities..."
She put a small notebook on the desk before her. Sasha never saw such test before. It was all about ability of quick decision and taking control, but also some questions asked about violence in media or fashion and design.
When she finished it, mrs. Stone took the notebook from her and ran some analysis.
"Mmmm. Interesting. You are perfectly eligible to work here. Now read this contract and sign it if you want to..."
Sasha took a paper covered with tiny letters. As usual noone was expected to read it all. But Sasha was different.
"Mrs. Stone, here is written that you have rights to take back all my memories if I break the contract, is it a joke?"
"No dear, of course we don't posess such technology, but we have research partners who could do it. And don't be afraid, it is as painful as bite of single mosquito. Many of girls left our labs without a problem. And it is only way we protect ourselves. Have you decided?"
Sasha was reading the all contract rules once again. Then she sighed.
"You can leave anytime you want. But you have to sign it to find out more."
"You know I need the money." She bitten her lip and signed the paper.
"Very well then, go back to the main hall, there will be one of our researchers waiting for you."
Sasha left the office. Outside she met pretty blonde about a graduating age wearing white lab coat over the known black uniform. "You must be Sasha Jennings. My name is Emily Parker." Sasha shook her hand. She felt the black silk of Emilys glove glided over something smoother than normal skin.
"Lemme show you the lab first." She led her to the sliding door with the sign "LAB". When the door closed behind them she started to undress. "What are you...?" "You know, these uniforms, it is just a cover."
"Are you hiding something or what?"
"Sort of..." with these words Emily pulled off her left glove. And Sasha saw for the first time what's underneath. Her whole hand, and as she found later her whole body too, was covered by transparent latex-like smooth membrane. "You see this is our main project, the suit. Everybody has to wear it permanently as the part of our research."
Sasha gulped. She was attracted to touch it and in the same way she wanted to run away and never return. "I suggest you want me to wear this too..."
"Yes and no, everyone gets the latest version, so I suppose you will have something more advanced."
Then she proceeded to her skirt and revealed another secret. Out of her groin protruded something that looked like penis, made out of the same transparent material. It more looked like it was the part of her suit.
Sasha blushed."This becomes weird. I think I don't like it."
"Yeah it looks odd, but believe me, you will get used to have your own penis." Emily gripped her member in obscene way. "It is our latest goal. We are developing this prostethic thing that you actually can FEEL."
Sasha was in awe. She was standing in small room with a girl covered from head to toe in transparent latex and that girl was wearing a dick!
"Relax, you will find it less offensive as soon as you'll meet the others."
She pulled her labcoat back over her suit and opened the door to large laboratory space. There were many girls dressed like Emily rushing around.
"We actually have to use the 'penis' as much as we can, cause it is still in testing phase." With these words she approached the nearest cubicle. "Hello Jamie, my sweetheart." She kissed the cute redhead lightly on her cheek and then ... her penis entered girls asshole effortlessly. "Yummy" Emily closed her lips around her index finger and pulled it out with wet popping sound in the same time as her member retreated from the redheads cherry.
"It's more like greeting to us. Jamie here is working on new feature. She is adding to the penis ability of emitting electrical impulses"
Closer look into the cubicle shown hogtied muscle man with his ass exposed for further experiments. "You can participate on my test Emily." Said Jamie.
She turned one knob on her table and pushed her penis into something that looked like fleshlight. After while she pulled it out. "Now it is charged.See?"
Her cock touched man's asscheek and it caused sharp sound of electric discharge. Man was definitely gagged because he only flinched without a sound.
Then with a devilish smile Jamie buried her member into his ass. "I can exactly control a dose I am giving to him." She slowly moved inside and out. Emily coudln't hold herself back, she griped Jamie's ass and entered her again. Now she fucked her with swift pace. And Jamie, surprised by such assault, discharged herself in one time. Man's body heavily convulsed and then collapsed, probably because he fainted.
"Ooops. Please Emily don't stop." Jamie was now biting her lips in exstasy, totally forgetting about her experiment.
Sasha was watching the show with widened eyes. She knew it is what she wanted. Emily kissed Jamie deeply after she finished her off. Then she turned back to their spectator. "Sometimes proper technique beats the technology. Now where were we... oh yes, have you finally decided?"
"What do you mean?" "I mean if you want to get your own suit now." "Uhmmm..., you know, I mean... yes" Sasha's voice was trembling. "
Emily led her to the other part of lab that looked more like a warehouse.
Meanwhile Sasha coudln't help herself and asked Emily "Who was that guy? Is it legal?"
"Errr, I knew you'll ask, it's complicated, he's former quarterback from the University, but after his severe injuries he coudln't play anymore so he's broke. We pay him well I think. We have another couple of male employees, hired mostly as test subjects, all based on legal contract. You don't have to worry, they won't be here if it's not their cup of tea, see?" Emily smirked. "They are all pervs. And besides, we can always get their memories erased and let them go..."
They stopped before scanner gate like the one used on airports. "Now we can take your measurements to make the suit properly matching your body. Undress and step in."
Sasha reluctantly did what was asked for. Machine hummed and some lights inside blinked. "Very well, now we can dress you up... Stand still." Rotating nozzle has sprayed her with some sort of lubricant. After that, from the floor around her feet raised semicircular handles pulling up outstretched transparent membrane of her new second skin. As it raised past her hips she started to feel its snugness around her thighs. "Put your hands into the sleeves." After she managed to do it, suit quickly advanced to the neck. Then the machine slowly released it so it constricted around her bust and neck, perfectly copying her body curves.
"In the first time you could feel the suit restrictive a little bit, but you will get used to it soon. Now we have to finish the bottom."
Before Sasha could protest, Emilys hand quickly proceeded to her pussy and stuffed inside the sheath that contained something more than a single thin membrane. "You will find out soon what is hidden there," Emily grinned. Then she inserted the ass sheath. Sasha blushed, feeling another girls fingers invading her most intimate parts shocked her a little. But her mind was still in dreamy state after she saw the performace with Jamie. She wanted to FEEL it.
Meanwile the handles smoothened most of the suit. There was no mirror, but Emily showed Sasha output of one of security cams on the monitor. Sasha pivoted before cam, admiring her own shininess and beauty. Finally she got to the main point. She gripped her OWN cock. "Whoa!"
"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" said Emily admiring her new recruit. "I can offer you one test drive if you want..."
She pushed her butt against Sashas cock. In fact it wasn't easy first time. Emily gave helping hand to her newbie lover many times, but finally she was able to bring them both to the climax.
"I think that we could postpone the beginning of your project for tomorrow. Let's find out more about our wardrobe room". Emily handed her one labcoat and pair of white sandals. "It is better to wear at least these."
They walked to another part of warehouse, that looked more like some fetish fashion shop. "We have developed plenty of costumes wearable over the suit. You can browse thru the large selection on this screen. And it is still growing, as the part of our projects." Emily selected set hotpants, keyhole top, shoulder length gloves and thigh high stockings all in matching red latex. All of the demanded stuff appeared in the plexi glass shelf on the wall besides the screen.
Emily removed her labcoat and sandals and took the hotpants. Looking at her slowly pulling them up a filling the appropriate sheath with her cock made Sashas blood boil. "Believe me it is more arousing when you feel as it hugs your bottom and penis than only watching it." Emily said. Then she countinued with tease then, taking stockings, pulling them up over her smooth rubbery legs. They reached nearly to the pants, leaving there only small stripe of her alabaster skin under transparent suit. Then she pulled on her top and finally the gloves. She changed to a flaming demoness. The sheath on her cock slightly changed its appearance. It was much larger now. And looked in a very alien way, like if designed by Giger himself. "Oh yeah, shoes..." Emily moved to another screen, where was the largest selection of footwear Sasha has ever seen. She picked pair of transparent platform stilettos decorated with ornaments of red snakes encircling the towering heels. "Like that? We can stay here until the party..."
"Party?" "Yes, every day we have a private party in our club here. You will be really thrilled. But first we should choose the best outfit for you."
They really got into it, Sasha's newly discovered fetish for latex fashion was insatiable. Emily also revealed her another invention of instant change of the hair color, so Sasha left behind her original auburn color, replacing it with electric blue. She wore silver latex stockings and gloves, blue latex bodysuit and a silver corset with blue stripes. Her penis sheath was designed as articulated robotic member, huge in size. Her shoes were also blue, platforms and heels matching the height of Emily. She also decided to wear blue glowing visor. She looked like a sexy android from the far future.
"Oh it's about time, the party starts after thirty minutes, we could go downstairs to the club..."
She led her around the main lab space to the staircase nearby the main entrance.
The club was very nice, decorated by mirrorglass and shiny metal, seats made of black rubber. Large glass bar underlit by fluorescent tubes was surrounded by chromium barstools.
Some of seats have already been taken. "Let's have a drink."
The bargirl wore pink latex minidress over black catsuit. Her black penis with pink head jutted from under of the hem of her skirt, on each side was a row of golden buds and on the tip was large golden ring. Her pink hair was made up to a ponytail. "Two vodka's, straight" ordered Emily. "So to your new job!" Sasha didn't used to drink a lot, but tonight she was losing control. When the music started she was a little bit tipsy. Soon the dance floor was crowded by latex bodies and swinging cocks. Sasha's pussy and ass has been stuffed countless times by a completely unknown girls, same way her robo-monster ravaged other's love holes like on the conveyor belt. The intoxicating rhythm filled her mind setting her body free.
Before midnight she collapsed to a comfy rubber seat next to Emily. "Are you having fun my dear?"
"I... am... done..." Beautiful android's head rested on Emily's shoulder.
"I think I can find you some place to sleep here. You're lucky it's friday..."
Sasha woke up on a comfy couch in a small office, looking similar to Mrs. Stone's. She sat and held her head in hands. She started to have flashbacks. She remembered there were also two guys last night! It looked like they got there by accident somehow, totally drunk and disoriented. But soon it appeared to be worst mistake in their lives. They were pulled to the dancefloor and soon their suits were into shreds. Their pitiful tiny but rock hard cocks were swiftly swallowed by magnificient rubber pussies, effectively immobilizing them and exposing their asses to another assault. All the girls took turns, including Sasha. She remembered the poor guys whining when she slapped her silver-blue crotch against his butt.
Next day...
"Hello sweetheart." Emily stood in the door. She wore the usual black overall which hide all of her rubbery skin. "Hangover is a bitch. But we have to quickly get you in a shape or we'll be late for school. Let me help you out of it." She started to remove parts of Sashas cyber costume. Soon Sasha was stripped to her basic suit. "I'll get it cleansed, now take a shower, bathroom is there." Emily pointed at narrow door in the left corner.
Sensation of jets of water against her second skin was strange, but pleasant. Meanwhile Emily prepared her own cover suit. "It is necessary to attract as little atention as possible. Resemblance to school uniforms from the past has psychological effect on teachers, but it is still less tolerated than massive piercings of some goth punks. "
"Yeah my classmate is somewhat allergic to this uniform too."
"What is her name?" "It's Jenna, Jenna Wilkins."
Emily gasped. "I know that girl."
"She was humped bu some scum four years ago at her twelve. She wanted to keep it secret, even from her parents. We presented her the guy hogtied with a set of tools for behavioral correction..."
Emily licked her lips. " ...it went bad. She massacred the guy in the worst way i have ever seen. His ass was in shreds from severe whipping and strapon pounding. Then she cracked up. We had to get her memories fixed then, artificially of course. We were lucky there was search warrant for the bastard, so he disappeared, without any problems with police. I am afraid something resides in her mind from this time."
"I really don't look forward to meet her today, I think she'll hate me then." Sasha sighed.
"You'll be fine."
Emily's minivan was ordinary looking, but comfy. They split before school. Sasha catched strange looks from some people, but mostly she felt invisible as if the uniform meant something thats annoying to look at.
"Gosh what happened to you, look at yourself. I sorta knew it..." went Jenna as Sash sat next to her. "I am also glad to see you." sasha defended herself. And it was all of their conversation for the rest of the day. Sasha wondered how is that possible she is not tired at all, even after the such wild night like the one before. She felt as if the suit enhanced her senses. And thanx to it she noticed Jennas strange behavior. She bite her own hand many times, jabbed her thigh with pen or pulled her hair. Sasha also heard jenna's conversation with a guy who told her to come to 'Blackcat' at midnight sharp.
Emily waited for her before school. As they closed the door of her car the interrogation begun. "It wasn't so bad." said Sasha.
"And what about Jen?" "Uhm, i think she has more problems with herself. Sasha described her strange behavior. "You bet she's on dope. Blackcat is a dealing place. I wish we could help her."
"You mean she's junkie?"
"I am afraid she is." Emily shrugged and continued
"I mean we could help her, but all the resources we have could be used by our members only. It would really help if we convince her to sign the papers. Anyways it should be better if we manage to thwart her meeting tonight."
Emily cleared her throat. "In fact we planned to sweep Blackcat long time ago."
"What do you mean with sweep?"
"I planned it for later, but these circumstances make me to tell it to you right now."
She started to explain there's a secret group that use special protective suit in case of engaging certain criminals. The use of the suit is strictly forbidden outside of lab, so everybody takes a risk of immediate suspension.
"I'm offering you to join the group, because of your physical capabilities, your intelligence and because i think we started fine friendship last night. I like you."
"I also feel strong sympaties to you, but I think I should earn such honor to be one of the few, isn't it?"
"You silly, you don't have to do anything." Emily pulled car over and kissed Sasha passionately. "
When they reached the lab, Emily called a meeting in a distant quarters of storage area. The group was really small, Sasha counted up to five girls, all very beautiful, with toned bodies. "This is Erica, Maria, Sybill, Nina and Lisa. Girls, meet Sasha, she's a newbie who needs our help. I would like also recommend her as a new member of our team."
Girls examined Sasha with suspicious looks. It wasn't usual to get a new recruit from youngsters. But Emily was obviously in charge here.
"I really appreciate your loyalty, but we will vote, this is our rule."
Emily explained the problem with Jenna. "Isn't that the freak we helped last time?" asked Nina. "Yeah, but I think we are sort of responsible for her problems."
"I think we are not." snapped Nina.
Sasha quickly found it won't be easy to fit here. "Ehm, I am not sure about that either, but look my classmate is probably on dope and I wanna do something about it."
"Anyways we have some time for little research, we can easily find who called Jenna and who will be at Blackcat tonight, isn't it?"
Emily dropped her cover suit. "Meanwhile you all have chance to know Sasha better..." Their mutual interest was sex. And soon their rubbery bodies writhed in ecstasy. Sasha got chance to try every available hole in this frenzy with her artificial cock. After thirty minutes all of the girls came at least four times.
"I think it's time to vote for Sasha. Or against."
The result was clear. "That looks we'll have some fun tonight..." Emily giggled.
Blackcat was small club in dirtiest corner of the town. Street was full of garbage and dirt, blinking ligths in the back alley illuminated seven female figures in street clothes. Couple seconds ago Jenna knocked at the door and entered.
"Okay girls, now cancel the cloaking mode. Remember the suit is nanite based and they are charged for three hours of basic use only. Every surplus action shortens its lifetime. When discharged, suit goes apart, no matter what happens." Said Emily.
Normal clothes dissapeared. All the girls looked now from neck to toe like obsidian statues, glistening in dim light with large semi-erect cocks between their legs. "You are equipped with two important things. First is nano-gag, which is self guided, it is enough to get it close to targets mouth, it effectively mutes any person in sight. You can even throw it. Second one, bio-shackles, is very strong immobilizer, again it is very easy to apply it on your target. Switch to high protection mode now."
Emily's suit grew up over her head creating perfect sexy mask, leaving out space around her mouth and eyes, whose were promptly covered by protective visor. Her hair now stood up in proud ponytail. She looked powerful. Soon the others changed in the same manner. "Secure all exits."
Three girls sneaked to the backdoor, preventing anyone to get out of the pub.
"In posistion." went from built in intercom.
"Okay let's rock'n'roll."
She swiftly strutted on her silenced high heels to the main entrance and kicked it open. She looked magnificient as the lights reflected on her shiny black body moving inside. Her gag swiftly invaded mouth of the guy guarding the entrance in same time as her shackles encircled his anckles and another went around his throat extending to both shoulders wrapping around his arms pulled together with impossible force. The action took couple of seconds. They proceeded inside, Emily secured door with another bioshackles to prevent anybody surprise them. There was five guys, three of them totally drugged. Fight was short. Nina pulled barman effortlessly over the bar and slammed him against the wall. His feet were frantically shaking in the air. She held him with one hand while other placed gag in its place. Then she striped down his pants and impaled him on her cock.
"Remember all these scums are paid by drugs. Careful about the guy in the corner, he could be dangerous. Sash!" Sasha took deep breath from the shock, watching long knife that just jabbed into her stomach. In fact nothing happened, her suit stopped the blade. And she felt as her fear transformed into a rage. She grabbed it, pulled out of the tattoed hand and threw away. She jumped on him, sending him down to the ground."fuck the gag, i have something else to push into your mouth" she thought for herself. She took his head with vicious grip and forced her black snake into his mouth. As he came around, he started to fight again to get her off him. "You are annoying." Sasha just wondered about how to punish him when her penis shot massive electric discharge into him and he collapsed.
"Easy on that, Sash, the suit has limited power. Go look for Jen, noone saw her yet. Maybe in a kitchen."
Sasha opened the door behind the bar. Jenna was sitting on the floor, obviously doped.
"Myy goood, aliiiens arrre attackiing." Jenna stared at the beautiful black katex female figure standing in door.
"Easy Jen, it's me Sasha, from the school, remember?"
"Saaaashha whaat arrre youuudoooingheeere?"
"I am trying to save you,"
"Wh... whyyy? I ammm fiiiine,"
"Guess you are not."
Sasha approached her to help her up. Jennas eyes fixed her penis. "Oh my, whhaaat isiit?"
Her look became hungry. "Mayy I touch iit?"
"No, don't..."
Too late, Jen grabbed it and gave it couple strokes. Sasha moaned and it provoked jenna to take it in her mouth. Sasha threw her head back and grabbed Jennas hair forcing it deeper in her throat. Jenna was sucking and licking furiously. She straddled her legs, and started to warm herself up with right hand. Soon her wet pussy glistened, inviting Sash's cock inside. And she coudln't hold back anymore, rammed her tool inside and fucked her like rabbit.
"Sasha, what happened? Have you found her?" went Emily on radio. "Yes we are fine, just a minute."
"I see" Sasha heard emilys giggle but didn't care. She just wanted to fuck the brains out of the doped slut under her. She had to stuff her hand into jenna's mouth to stop her screaming, she orgasmed every single minute. After five or six peaks she stood up and rolled her over. Her well lubed cock glided into Jenna's ass in one push. Tightness of the second lovehole drove Sasha crazy. Finally she reached her release. Jenna fell asleep exhausted. Sasha covered her with some blanket she found in shelves. Then she returned back to the pub. All the guys were stripped down, or at least lost their pants. There was one huge fella she didn't noticed before. He was severely bruised, his ass was bleeding. "Welcome back. This bastard shot at Lisa as they entered back door. Girls had their way with him. They doublestuffed his ass which nearly teared him apart." Emi informed her, while she fisted guy she took down at the door. Maria was fucking Sybill on top of two guys while Sybill stroke their cocks. They were too exhausted to cum again, so it was rather torture than pleasure.
"Do you want me to assist you with finishing the dealer, Sash?"
"It would be great, I am tired a little bit." Emily picked him up and put him on the table on his back, again like he weighted 2 pounds and not two hundred, holding his knife in other hand to keep him calm.
"I think you are wrong, you can take much much more." Emily was right, once her cock entered dealer's anus, she felt refreshed again, demanding more orgasms and more punishment for the scum who tried to stab her. Emily took out his gag and sat on his face, her penis resting on his chest. "LICK!" She put the knife to his throat to emphasize her order. She had to be careful, because Sasha's thrusts made all the table shake. The straps of bioshackles were moved to pull his knees to his chest. She pulled his tiny cock and started to fist it. He was hard in seconds and came in a minute, but she continued to expel all of his stuff until his balls and prostate was aching. The suit somehow extended nails on her black rubber hands into sharp fangs, so she scraped and cut him on many places. But he still managed to make Emily cum, despite his own agony. She convulsed on his face, stroking her black member. Then she stood up and finished the party. "Okay girls, let's wrap it up, get all the guys together, it's time to gas them. Sasha, please take Jen to the van, and be careful, use the cloaking mode."
Jenna was still in deep slumber, Sasha picked her gingerly and put her on back seat of Em's vehicle. Soon rest of the group rushed back. "Girls I have to thank you for tonite's action. Gnite." Then they went to their own cars and left.
"We use mild neurotoxine gas to break short term memory. It is not completely erasing, but the mess it makes is not usable by best analysts." said Emily when driving them back to the lab. "It looks you'll sleep here again, maybe I should get you your own room..."
"It's okay, I called my landlady I won't be at home again."
"Yeah maybe you should move here, really. I wonder what we'll do with her."
"You told me there should be a solution."
"Hmm but she's drugged again. It'll be against all rules if we treat her like that."
"But what else we could do now?"
"Look, I am not saying I decided to deny it, but it could be dangerous, she is obviously cracked up person, she could harm not only herself but she could be also threat to us."
"So it will be my responsibility, I made you to do this and I will leave with her if any problem occurs..."
"It woudln't be a great help if we lose you, But anyways I'd be suspended too."
They changed their worried looks and sighed.
"Okay, let's get her suited then."
They carried her to the room with fitting machine and removed all her clothes. Then they positioned her inside, but she coudln't stand there, still in deep slumber. "It has a special wet process mode for some emergency cases. Hold her up and watch." Emily typed some sequence on the control panel.
Soon the transparent cylinder slowly arose from the floor and slowly got filled by some lightly pink fluid, in which she started to float. "She also gets cleansed this way. Now the standard procedure continues."
They both watched as the thin membrane climbed up Jenna's body and made it's magic.
Emily stroked her member couple times. "I am not surprised you was so long back there in the kitchen, she is divine beautiful." Then she broken her dreamy looks and continued "Now we have to commence therapy itself." She pushed couple of buttons on control panel again. Numerous mechanical arms arose from the floor, four of them gently took her anckles and wrists fixing her position in the basin, next two carried dildos that have been slowly inserted into her. Another one pushed something like vacuum pump onto her penis. In the same time strange helmet with countless electrodes descended from the ceiling along with some kind of breathing mask that was pushed into her mouth. Finally her breasts were fitted by transparent suction cups. Her body tensed, as the unbearable stimulation flooded her senses.
"It is pretty thorough procedure, the program searches for conflicting malign patterns and tries to change them using all of these stimulators. It could last another hour. What if we go to try something on meanwhile?" Emily winked at Sasha, knowing her weakness.
They rushed into wardrobe store, browsing thru smorgasbord of latex lingerie. Sasha picked black and smokey bra, panties, garterbelt and thigh high stockings, all decorated in lacy style. Sheath for her penis decorated it in the same manner.She watched herself on monitors and she felt luxurious as the patterns moved when she swayed her hips. Then she put her feet into high heeled pumps and pivoted around in them.
"Let's check on the progress then..." Emily, who wore satin-like purple and black bodice, black stockings and black panties, whose changed the color of her member to purple, slightly changing its shape to look like bud of some exotic flower.
The machine was still humming, sometimes Jennas body shook, when the stimulation was more intense.
"We still have some time then..." Emily closed her lips to Sashas mouth and pushed her long tongue deep inside. Soon they lied on the simple mat, that Em pulled out of somewhere, in 69 sucking on each other's dicks and pushing their fingers deeper into both of their loveholes. Their moans were interrupted by a signal from machine that indicated the process was finished. Sasha stood up to support Jenna when the liquid from the tank was drained, the cylinder retreated into the ground and the arms slowly put her on the on the floor. She opened her eyes with blank stare. But soon she came around and started to examine her new rubbery skin, her penis, she even licked her fingers to find out the taste of it.
"So you have finally managed to make me into this..."
Her voice was confident without a trace of surprise.
"I think it was not the reason..." Emily started.
"Yes I know you are sorry for your past intervention, but there were plenty of possibilities how to help me now and before." Jenna interrupted her.
"But you made the choice for me. But I like it." She started to smile. "I just want to wear something on top of it, like you do..."
Sasha looked at Emily and both girls started to laugh.
Soon Jenna started to look for the outfit she desired for. She made Emily to explain her everything and let her alone, she wanted to surprise them.
"I don't know Sash, I don't like it, she's up to something." started Em when they left her. "She looks so confident, like if she was the one who made us to do it to her."
"I think it's paranoid a bit. She's just different, that's all."
"Ta-da" Their jaws dropped as they turned around and saw HER.
She wore ultimate dominatrix costume, red lined black rubber catsuit with open bustier and super tight corset, long red rubber skirt opened in front where protruded her large red penis. She wore thigh high laced boots on six inch high spiky heels. As it shown later she also had on pair of red gloves.
She turned to Sasha. "Look what I have for you." Her member swayed back and forth. "You owe me one. KNEEL!" Sasha was shocked by her stern and demanding tone. Somehow she found herself doing as been told. She took the bulky head into her mouth and started to lick it. Jenna was enjoying it, but in very cold manner. She presented a crop she held behind her back and started to slap Sasha's butt. "Enough." She pulled her wet cock out. "Now show me your ass. YOU TOO! C'MERE!" Emily felt same urge to fulfill Jenna's orders.
Soon they were wiggling before her, as Jen buried her rubber fists deep into their pussies. She pulled her hands out just when they were about to cum.
Then she sat on cardboard box, straddled her legs apart and looked Emily into eyes. "Fuck her."
She started to pound Sasha furiously, just to please Jen.
Jenna watched them with amusement and slowly stroked her cock. When Sasha and Emily came together, Jen splashed them with huge load of cum that erupted from her member. "YOU ARE MY SLAVES NOW. You wanted me like that, so now you have your QUEEN!"
Both drenched girls looked at her astonished. "Yes Mistress." they replied obediently.
Ten years later....
Felice was sitting in a very comfortable white leather chair waiting for somebody to release her from the small office she got locked in. She didn't panicked, because she wanted to stay here, on this mansion. On her seventeenth birthday she realized she wants to finally resolve her growing obsession with latex and femdom. She decided to become a lifestyle dominatrix. So she sent her application here, to the best domme-house in the whole country. And she was very upset since she got a positive reply a month later.
The screen on the wall before her blinked. Very beautiful blonde covered from neck to toe in shiny black rubber appeared on it.
"Welcome, my name is mistress M and I really enjoy to live here as our Queens subordinate and second in command. I have to congratulate you for being selected as our novice." She stroked fat black glistening rubber cock proudly erect between her legs. "Every mistress here wears it not only as a symbol of power, but also as a key to a whole world of new sensations. But let me show you what I like here the most."
The scene changed. "This is the royal bathroom. Only few of us have access here." She took off her stilettos and stepped inside the soapy bath, clipping her hair up. "And here is my beloved fellow Mistress S." Another beautiful woman draped in black latex was already waiting there. They kissed and seated in the water to reach for each other's feet they started to massage. Their bodies undulated with pleasure, making their cocks sinking and reappearing again. Soon M turned around showing S her wet latex ass. Her friend didnt hesitated and mounted her from behind. Felice was frozen. They were so hot, and she is gonna meet them soon! She felt her juices running down her inner thigh. The women on the screen took turns and various positions. Finally M got satisfied and stepped out of the tub. Her face was glowing. "We usually do that every morning, sometimes joined by the queen herself." She put her shoes back on her feet and stepped to a makeup table with a large mirror and pushed her member into a hole in front of it. Her body tensed as she tilted her head back and let out a deep moan,while her tongue darted out of her mouth. Then she relaxed a little and started to dry out her hair. " This unit is purposed for charging our Queens suit. She needs to charge it every six hour so she has couple of these devices installed around the house. My suit has a limited response to that, but it could get me off while I am fixing my make up." Her hips slowly moved back and forth. "Our queen is always extremely horny after charging, which makes distinguishable damage on the other equipment." She opened the door, revealing a spacious hallway with a dozen of naked and completely hairless smaller men busying around. "Drones. They are mindless toys programmed to keep the house tidy and clean."
On the floor were piled two lifeless bodies, one bleeding from its mouth, another from the ass.Another drone tried to clean the bloodstains on the floor around.
M picked up one of the devastated drones and carried it away effortlessly like if it was a blowup doll. S followed her taking the second one.
The next scene was very bright. The large white room with various medical appliances had obvious purpose. "And this is the infirmary."
Mistress M came in, now dressed in white latex catsuit with transparent nurse snug minidress. Thru the hole in her tight miniskirt protruded white rubber penis with visible hole in its head. She turned to one of special inspection tables, with damaged drone bound to it lying on its belly. Its legs were bend and spread, hands alongside, with infusion set attached to one. Huge set of cables led from numerous sensors to the monitor standing at the table. Its ass and head were lifted up a little for better access. M pressed couple of butons on the monitor and its mouth opened wide, which apparently caused the electrodes on its cheeks. Without a hesitation she pushed her member down its throat. It appeared she had a heart shaped red glossy box attached on her back, couple of wires and a small tube along her spine leading between her shapely asscheeks were visible thru her dress. "Right now I am wearing a medbox, its connected to my cock, so I can easily apply a drug or electro treatment. I am able to make it swallow even if it is hibernated, look."
She pushed it deeper, its throat started to move, taking the fluid pumped thru the pulsating tube on her back.
"The meds we apply now help to repair damaged tissues. As you could see, the other damaged drone has different injuries, so it needs different treatment."
Mistress S appeared dressed identically as M and buried her member into the ass of the other body spreaded over the next table.
"Of course we enjoy the treatment process... very much." Their hips started the slow, sensuous motion. M turned her face to the camera and continued with her explanations.
"Our queen joins this procedure very rarely. She likes breaking in new drones much more... In my opinion regular slaves are filthy before they get converted into real drones, so I don't prefer to play with them."
She leaned forward and licked the drones back. Her tongue was impossibly long and tippy as it swirled over the smooth alabaster skin.
"Mmmm. Squeaky clean and tasty." After while they pulled out their wet gleaming cocks and took some kind of helmets, putting them on each drones head. Then they opened the chastity devices freeing drones tiny dicklets and got them sucked in something that looked like vacuum pump.
"The programming process is only temporary. We have to renew it often. As you can see the proper sexual stimulation is required even in the hibernation."
They connected couple of wires to the helmets and returned behind to enhance the stimulation using theis marvelous rubber cocks again.
They now looked like exploring the insides of drones' anal cavity than fucking. "It is very slow process, bud the medbox is also capable to stimulate me. So lets have party." Her breathing visibly heavied and soft moans oozed from her mouth. Mistress S did the same. The scene faded.
"Now it is time to tell you about your purposes here, in this house." Mistress M was lying on the couch having her legs licked by a pair of drones.
She wore red catsuit, golden bikinis, golden laced up sandals and opera gloves in the same color. Golden thong also covered her erect member with snug sheath decorated with white pearls, except its red head. She stroked it gently watching her toys.
"We have still lot of work with them, your duty here will be to keep their training and programming. Everything will be explained to you in a short time."
She patted one drone with her golden crop over its bald head. "Lick it!" she pointed at the head of her penis. Drone encircled it with its tongue and she gasped with pleasure. Then she stood up, motioned other drone with her foot to lie on its back. Then she pulled her panties forth slowly rolling it off her cock. She pulled them down and put them on the couch. Red rubbery folds of her pussy glistened with lust. She sat on drones face, burying his nose in her cherry. "And be very thorough!" she took the crop and slapped its inner thighs to emphasize her order. Other drone sat on his feet watching her rubbery erection.
"These games are good for finding the drones eligible for reprogramming. Basically you will have a regular domimation practice, just resulting in reports that we could use."
After while she needed more stimulation and used the crop to make the idle drone to get back to the fellatio. She was not satisfied with its slow progress, so she gripped its bald head with her rubbery hands and abused its throat.
She looked at the camera for the last time.
"We'll meet very soon." Scene faded. On the screen appeared red sign. "Please sign the contract and proceed to the next room."
Felice noticed the paper and the pen lying on the table before her. It wasn't long, but having some weird points like this "From now on we own your very memories, that will be taken to this point from you right after the cancellation." or "Every necessary body modifications are reversible at your will." She sighed, shaken her head and subscribed the papers. Immediately the door on the left side clicked and opened. She stood up, straightening her slim and pert body wrapped in tight leather outfit. The next room was looking like some operating theatre with flat table and various devices and robotic arms around it. "Remove your clothes please and lie on the table, head should rest on the red circle." Said the voice from the speaker. She did exactly as been told. One robotic arm brought some kind of helmet with mask that covered her face. "Inserting a reference point" were the last words she heard.
"Welcome Mistress Phi into the world of endless bliss." Felice sat on the table feeling somehow weird, as if her body became lighter or the gravity has dropped. Also her vision was different, she saw perfect details on her clothes still hanging on the stand 15 feet away. She looked at her hand, which was covered with a thin layer of some transparent latex like material. She brushed her face to enjoy the perfect smoothness of her new skin. Her sensitivity was same or maybe better as before. And down between her legs... It was something unspeakable what she felt at the first touch. Her very own new cock tingled sending shivers along her spine. "You can now communicate thru your permsuit that has been succesfully attached to your body." Said the voice in her head. "You can disable this feature whenever you want to."
Felice stood up balancing on her feet. "Where should I go now?"
"You should have the first audience at the queen's quarters. But at first you should pick your dress. Standard dominatrix costume is recommended. Step into a dress up cabin please."
She went to a device looking like photobooth. Inside was a display showing the main inventory resembling an internet fetish shop. She selected predefined outfits and standard costumes. Display shown herself wearing a black shiny rubber catsuit, long fancy skirt opened in front and a huge black rubber penis. Her waist was cinched by a beautiful black corset supporting her yet smaller but attractive breasts. If there was something that Felice loved besides the domination, it was the dress up. Sparks flew thru her mind as she browsed thru numerous items. She added dark silver opera gloves, changed shoes to silver stilettos with silver laces leading up to her thighs and a silver cloak clasped on her neck. She pressed large green button with sign "proceed" and the items one by one appeared in the shelf. The zipperless catsuit was surprisingly easy to pull over her new skin. She almost came when her penis filled the approriate sheath. Despite its thickness, the sensitivity remained the same. The corset had no laces, she put it around her waist and the edges locked when she closed them together. Then it started to squeeze her already thin waist to a wasp like diameter. Felice sighed with relief when it stopped, but she was still feeling comfortable. Shoes, gloves and a cloak followed in minutes. The last item was the crop, which was her favourite tool. She took it and headed out of the room. "Queens headquarters are on the second floor, you will find the elevator at the end of the hallway."
Clicking of her heels startled a drone who wasn't really looking like tidying up. It was more like looking for something. But he wasn't frozen for long. Somehow it felt the novice's uncertainty and decided to attempt to escape. In fact Felice was really scared when it ran against and bumped into her tearing her down. But when it wiggled upon her trying to get away she realized it is her who's in charge here. She threw it away effortlessly and quickly got up grabbing its frantically moving legs trying to push her away. She turned it around and sat on its chest her heels along its cheeksides. To her surprise she found out the drones had no teeth. She examined its face with a stern look.
"You are ridiculous. I am going to show you what you'd be missing." She took the head of her penis and bent it down to reach its mouth. "Lick!" she raised her crop meaningfully.
Heart of young dominatrix jumped as she felt the warm tongue on her rubber dick first time. She changed her position on all fours, knees painfully buried in its belly, trying to push her cock deeper in the drone's reluctant mouth. But instead of this it attempted to shake her off. The lust and anger flooded her mind. She stood up and kicked its writhing body. "Useless slut! I will fuck you on two!"
Her hands lifted the drone off the ground, painfully sinking into the flesh of its waist. Regardless to the height of her heels she felt very stable. And then she impaled it forcefully onto her member. Warmth of its insides and the blood trickling down from its ass awashed her with pleasure. She stood there panting, her nipples burst out of her young firm breasts. She very slowly pulled her tool out, watching it mesmerized as it appeared, stained with blood. She felt like playing on violin, like if pleasant sweet tone resonated inside her. It was iresistible. With the same slow motion she pushed it back inside. Drone's legs and hands stopped it's jerking motion, its stare went blank. After another couple of pushes she came and threw the body away. Then she headed for her audition.
...
"Dear Phi, you just entered my house and you have already damaged one of my drones. What kind of behavior is that?"
Something made Felice kneel before the woman in long see thru wite robe. Her opalescent skin was like made from nacre including her face. Her rich white hair glowed with blue light. "I am sorry my queen."
The queen stood up from her throne and walked graciously around examining her new servant.
"There is no doubt you already are a true dominatrix and I will gladly accept your services. But it seems you still have a self-control problem."
She put her index finger under Felices chin and raised her face so she could see into her eyes. Felice saw two red glowing orbs examining her twisted soul. The Queens face was beautiful and she coudlnt look away from the sensuous lips forming words that echoed inside her head. "I will take care of that personally." She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around Felice's cock.
"Everyone has a problem with that little upgrade."
The sensation of queens hand on her member was driving young Felice crazy. But it didn't ceased even when the hand let it free and cupped her breast. Felice looked down and found her cock wrapped with the part of the queens skin still stimulating her. "Ready to cum my dear?" Queens voice whishpered while her tongue swirled around Felices earlobe. In a second the stimulation stopped. "Not yet. Stand up."
Queen let her robe slide to the ground and stepped out of it. Then she pressed her marvelous breasts against the Felices juvenile ones. Her one knee raised, brushing her inner thigh against the novice's hip. To her surprise, Felice found Queen had no penis. Just the beautiful flower pressed against her hardon. The kiss was so deep that Felice hardly managed to breathe. Then she guided Felice's member into her pussy. "Fuck me!" Her legs crossed behind the youngsters back. Slim blonde covered in black latex grabbed ass of her taller demonic boss and pumped away as if it was the last thing in her life. But the release wasnt granted to her for another hour. Finally the Queen, who came 3 or 4 times got satisfied and pushed her away. |
Cassandra [ MF FF bdsm? inc? ]
By Crimson Dragon ([email protected])
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked quietly from the dark leather chair where
she was seated. She'd been sitting silently, relaxed, just watching him for
some time before she finally spoke.
He sat safely behind his oversized desk and looked at her. Petite. Long blonde
hair. Her legs tucked under herself. She possessed the most kissable lips that
he could ever remember seeing. She was barely out of her teens. Her dazzling
blue eyes were fixed upon his face. She exuded sexuality. He wasn't surprised
by her question. He was surprised by his immediate response. Yes. Of course,
he wanted her; anyone would.
Instead, he answered her in a quiet and thoughtful voice, "Sarah. That
isn't why you are here. And you know it."
Joyce Moore had referred this girl to him about a month ago. She was deeply
troubled, had violent behaviour, and was extremely anti-social. Joyce had
cautioned him before he had seen the girl for the first time. Sarah had
problems in her past that Joyce hadn't been able to uncover. She no longer
felt comfortable treating Sarah; no further explanation given. She had warned
him about Sarah and her techniques of avoidance. This was the first time Sarah
had been so blatant with him. She hadn't given any indication at all of her
sexuality up until this point. In fact, she'd seemed almost shy of discussing
anything to do with sex. He wondered if it was a good sign or a bad one.
The girl leaned forward with her steady gaze still fixed on his face. Her
lovely lips moved forming the dangerous words, "You want to fuck me. I can
see it in your eyes. I see a lot. You can have me, you know."
He swallowed hard. "Sarah. Let's get back on track here. Okay?"
The lithe girl pursed her lips and leaned back in the leather chair. "What if
I'm not Sarah?" A mischevious smile played around her lips. "You could fuck
me if I wasn't Sarah, couldn't you?"
He considered her words. Multiple? This was her tenth appointment. She'd
never displayed any other symptoms before this. Despite his initial doubts,
he had to take her seriously, even if she was playing with him.
"Who are you then, if not Sarah?"
"What if I told you I was Cassandra?" She leaned forward in her chair.
"You want me to call you Cassandra?"
"It doesn't really matter what you call me. As long as you do what I want.
You can use your wife's name, if it makes it any easier." Cassandra was
his wife's name. The coincidence disturbed him. Perhaps it wasn't a
coincidence; though, how this girl would be able to find out his wife's
name was beyond him. He suddenly felt off balance.
He knew about these. It happened to every doctor. A lovely patient
doing exactly this. His mind was spinning. Her purfume washed over him.
Her sexuality captivated him. His concentration was becoming fuzzy. This
was first year stuff. How to deal with a patient like this. Every student
was warned. Stop? Try to guide her back to the session? Get someone else
into the room? Bury his emotions and reactions and explore this avenue?
Allow her to continue her advances? Would it lead to her problem? He was
almost sure that he shouldn't encourage her. He just couldn't remember.
He felt like pounding his fist into the desk. How should he handle this?
He'd already failed with her so often. Previous sessions ended with her
lashing out at him; hurting herself, breaking things. Violent. Unfortunately
the human mind wasn't an exact science.
His finger traced the call button on the intercom. He wanted to push it and get
Sheila, his receptionist, in here. He withdrew his hand. He should be able to
handle this. He was a professional. Dammit. This was just a girl. A lovely
girl, a disturbed girl, but above all a patient. There were responsibilities
here. She had come to him for help, not to his receptionist. He had to provide
that help to the best of his abilities.
He took a breath and continued. "Sarah. Do you want to talk about your
sexuality today?"
"I'm not Sarah. I'm Cassandra. And no. I don't want to talk. Mrs. Moore asked
me the same thing."
"Alright. Cassandra. Who are you?" He thought it might just be better to
go along with her. He decided to let her lead the discussion though he
didn't really believe that she was a multiple, at least not a classic one.
Classic cases of multiple personalities were exceptionally rare and this girl
was smart enough to fake it. At least until he caught her. What he couldn't
figure out was why she'd want to fake it. Didn't make sense.
"I'm Sarah, but I'm not. I help Sarah. Share her. It's hard to explain."
"Cassandra, you know Sarah?"
"Of course."
"Does she know you?"
"Who do you think called me? She likes you."
This was beginning to get deeper. Perhaps Cassandra did exist after all. The
voice was harsher, less gentle than Sarah's voice normally was. Huskier. He
hated to admit it; her voice was sexier. It was hard to fake complete
personality shifts for very long. If she was faking it, she was doing an
excellent job.
"She likes me? In what way?" he continued. He wanted to determine if she
was faking this or not. His ultimate goal here was to find out what was behind
her violence and her other anti-social behaviour. What was behind her sudden
personality shift? Was it all related?
"Likes you, likes you. What do you think?" She'd uncurled her legs, crossing
them demurely and teasingly. She had to be aware of what she was doing.
"Cassandra. Why are you here?" Changing tacks.
"To fuck you. Why else? Isn't that what everyone wants? To be fucked? Don't
you want me? I'm soft and I don't bite."
He swallowed. Letting his eyes travel her body. He struggled to slow his
heart. Of course, he wanted to scream at her. Of course, he wanted her.
She must have seen his appraising look. Soft and she didn't bite.
"Can I speak to Sarah again?"
A mischevious grin. "Not until you do what I want."
He took a deep breath. "Cassandra. Sarah. You know that we can't do what
you want. If you even want it." He spoke a bit haltingly.
"But you want to. I can see it. And of course I want it. Don't be silly.
I wouldn't offer if I didn't."
In one fluid motion, the girl rose out of the chair. She kicked off her
running shoes. Her shoes landed with a light thud in front of the desk.
She wasn't wearing socks. She walked over to the desk, her bare feet
whispering across the carpet; she leaned on his desk, thrust her breasts out
against her sweater. He was almost sure he could make out her nipples
beneath the fabric of her top. He tore his gaze away from her with a
huge effort.
"You want me," she spoke in her husky voice. Her voice had far more experience
than he would have imagined in a girl this age.
"Sarah. I'm going to have to stop this session if you can't behave. We can
explore this at some other time. Or with someone else here. I don't want to
stop it, we're making progress, but I will."
"I'm not Sarah." She took a deep breath and returned to her chair. She
purposefully recrossed her legs and flexed her bare toes.
"What's this all about, Cassandra? You can talk to me."
She sat back, crossing her arms under her breasts. "What do you want to know?"
"I need to know about you. Your past. What you are feeling now."
"I'm hot and I'm wet. I'm aching for you. Your touch. That's what I am
feeling." Her hand stole to her right breast and she gently traced it
through her sweater with her index finger. Her eyes locked onto his.
"Care to help me with that?"
"Cassandra. You must know that we can't do anything. Even if I was
interested."
"I know you are interested."
He felt himself reacting to her again. He reached for the intercom. "I'm
going to have to stop this for today. You can come back tomorrow, and
we'll discuss it then. Okay?"
"You can't handle me alone? Poor man." Then more softly, "I'll behave."
He looked at her. She looked so innocent. She was able to switch back and
forth. She could turn her demeanor on and off, like a light switch.
He withdrew his hand from the button.
"Cassandra? Put your shoes back on if we are going to continue. Okay?"
"Cassandra? Who is that?" A softer voice, almost frightened.
"Sarah?"
"What happened? I. I'm confused." She looked down at her bare feet. "What
happened to my shoes?"
He didn't quite know how to deal with this. "Sarah, you blacked out for a
moment. You kicked your shoes off. Why don't you put them back on before
we continue?"
She looked at him suspiciously. Frightened. She sat unmoving in her chair.
She blinked.
"Because I don't want to put them on. I'm comfortable." The harsher, deeper
voice returned.
"Cassandra?"
"Of course, who'd you think it was?"
"Sarah doesn't know about you, does she?"
"Of course she does. Who do you think calls me?"
"Why are you back? I'd like to talk to Sarah if you'll let me."
"She'll be back after we fuck."
"You know we can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Cassandra, you know why not."
"Don't you find me attractive? Who's going to find out? I won't tell if you
don't."
"I'd like to talk to Sarah."
"I'm not wearing any underwear. You want to see?"
"No. Cassandra. Keep your clothes on. Okay? I'll have to stop this if you
take anything else off. Understand?"
"I understand. I'll be good." She grinned mischeviously. She knew that he
wasn't going to force her to replace her shoes. She flexed her bare toes,
almost casually, except he knew that nothing she did was casual. At least
in this persona. His eyes were glued to her small bare feet. And she knew it.
He took a deep breath, wondering how to proceed.
"If I've been bad, you can spank me," she spoke softly before he had a
chance to gather his thoughts.
Now this was interesting. He idly wondered if physical abuse had contributed
to this. In cases of multiple personalities, often some of it could be
traced back to sexual or physical abuse in the past. The alternate personality
was created to absorb the pain that the original personality couldn't. Perhaps,
she was trying to tell him something unconsciously. He remained silent
letting her continue. This was almost certainly a genuine case of multiple
personalities. He could tell the difference. There was simply no way that
she could fake it this long without slipping somewhere.
"You want to spank me, don't you?" she spoke again, softly.
"Not really." Though he did. He couldn't get the image of himself spanking her
writhing body out of his mind. "Have you been spanked before?"
"You can you know. I'll let you." Her hands stole to the base of her sweater,
fingering the material. Her fingernails almost sparkled in contrast with the
pale skin of her hands. His thoughts roamed to what else she might be able
to do with those soft hands. Red nails stroking. Her body slowly slipping
to her knees on the carpet. He forced his mind back to the job at hand.
"Have you been spanked before?" he asked again patiently, trying to control
his breathing.
"Lots of times. I like it. It turns me on."
"Cassandra? Does Sarah like to be spanked too?"
"I don't know. Does it matter? She likes you. If she likes you, she will
do anything for you. Right?" Her fingers still played casually with the
fabric of her sweater. "Let me take off my clothes for you? You want me to,
don't you?"
"Cassandra. I'd prefer if you didn't do that." He hated lying to patients.
She stretched out like a cat in the chair. She extended her long legs
towards him.
"You can tie me up if you want. Spank me. Right there. On your desk.
Tie my hands. My feet. Tight. I'll be helpless. Then you can spank me. My
breasts. My legs. My feet. My face. Even between my legs. You'd like that
wouldn't you? I don't mind." She held her wrists out towards him, close
together, offering herself.
He could feel his heart racing in his chest. It felt like it was hammering
into his ribs. He closed his eyes seeing pictures of this lovely creature
exactly as she'd discribed. Naked. Helpless. Spanked. He fought it, trying
to think of his wife. His daughter. His car. Anything but her. He drew in
a deep breath and opened his eyes.
She had taken advantage of his inattentiveness, removing her sweater while
images of her flitted beneath his closed lids. Her sweater lay crumpled on
the ground by her bare feet in front of her chair, a flash of blue against
the mottled carpet. She was smiling at him, proud of herself. His eyes had
been drawn to the flash of colour on the ground. He slowly raised his eyes.
She had been telling the truth earlier about the underwear, at least up top.
Her breasts were even more perfect than he'd imagined. Upthrust. Firm.
Her breasts heaved as she gazed at him with her regged breathing, her
nipples noticeably erect.
"You want me. I know you do."
And she was so right. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
"Cassandra. You have got to put your shirt back on. Please."
"You don't like my breasts?" She gently squeezed them, playing with her
nipples. They hardened further under her touch.
"Cassandra, please. I will stop this."
She settled back into her chair, a mischevious smile gracing her full lips
again.
"Don't you want to know if I've done this before?"
Christ. If he stopped this now, then what? Would he ever get another chance
to probe this deeply into her psyche? His rational mind screamed that he
was a professional and that he would be able to break through her defenses
without resorting to this. It would just take some time. This wasn't right.
"Have you?" his irrational mind had to know.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered again. "Answer me and I'll answer you."
"Cassandra. This isn't how it works."
"Why? Because you are the big doctor? I get to bare my soul? And what do I
get in return? I don't even get to bare this body for you? Why do you get
to ask all the questions? Make all the rules? Hmmmm?"
"Cassandra, put your top back on. Now. Please."
"No. Do you want to fuck me?"
He took a deep breath. "You know we can't. When have you done this before?"
"Joyce wasn't as hard to break as you are. But then, she quit the first
session when I kicked off my shoes for her."
He swallowed. Joyce? His head felt fuzzy. His rational mind kicked in. She was
lying. Trying to trap him. Trying to shock him.
She took advantage of the pause. "Do you want me to take off my shorts? I
will you know." Her fingers were playing with the button. "I'm not wearing
panties."
"No Cassandra. I want you to put back on your shirt and your shoes."
"I made love to Joyce. She's your friend, isn't she?"
Perhaps her delusions would provide an answer.
"She's my friend. And she isn't homosexual. When did you make love to her?"
"Have you ever made love to her? How could you possibly know she isn't a
closet lesbian?"
"How I know isn't relevant here." He and Joyce were good friends. Collegues.
There had been some attraction, but it hadn't developed into anything. He
was married. She was married. They respected that. They'd attended some
functions together, even danced. But they hadn't proceeded beyond harmless
flirtations. Overall, he supposed, he didn't really know if she was bisexual,
or homosexual for that matter. But Joyce's sexual preferences weren't the
issue here.
"You haven't had her. I can see it in your eyes. That's too bad. She was
quite an attentive lover. You would have liked her almost as much as you are
going to like me."
"Cassandra, you know we can't do this. We can talk all you like. And you
don't need to be naked. Put back on your sweater." The words were becoming
an effort to say. The sight of her breasts was rattling him. He couldn't
tear his eyes away from her half naked body, her long bare legs, her small
toes. He couldn't help wondering just what was beneath those shorts.
"I like being naked. She resisted, too, you know. Longer than you will. I had
to work on her for three full sessions before she let me do what I wanted.
She stopped the sessions twice. But she was easier than you."
"Who? Mrs. Moore?"
"Joyce. Yes."
"So you are bisexual then?"
"Isn't everyone? Isn't that what they teach you in your precious psychology
courses?"
"Let's get back to how you like being spanked."
"You liked hearing about that? You want to spank me? You can. As much and
as hard as you like. Where ever you like. I'll let you. Have you ever
spanked a woman during sex? I have. It's quite a rush hearing her scream.
I can scream for you. Or I can keep quiet. You can even gag me if you like.
I'd even let you gag me with my own panties if I was wearing any. I'll do
whatever you want."
"Cassandra, I don't want to spank you." He tried to lie convincingly to this
vixen. His arousal was mounting by huge increments as he listened to her.
"You want to tie me up, then? Fuck me while I'm helpless? Spank me when I'm
helpless? That's what finally got Joyce."
"When was the first time you realized that you liked these types of things?"
"A long, long time ago. It doesn't matter. Joyce liked tying me up."
He swallowed hard, trying unsuccessfully to will the images away. Images
flashed though his mind of this girl, squirming, tied down on Joyce's desk.
Crying out as Joyce hit her. The two of them making love tenderly.
"You're picturing it, aren't you?" she asked. "Me. And Joyce."
"Sarah. We are going to have to stop for today."
"She finally let me strip. And then we moved all her pads and pencils and
things off her desk together. She used her scarves. Tied my wrists. And
my ankles. My legs apart. We kissed. Right there in her office. Like that.
Me helpless. Vulnerable. Joyce loved it."
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore her voice. He couldn't stop her. He
couldn't will the mental images out of his mind. He was so bloody aroused.
He tried to will his hand forward to touch the intercom. Stop this. Get Sheila
in here. His hand wasn't listening to his brain any longer. He was captivated
by Cassandra's husky voice.
"Do you want to know more? Or should we stop this?" she asked innocently.
He opened his eyes. She'd shifted again. She was standing closer in front of
his desk, her breasts inviting him, drawing his full attention. She smiled at
him and slowly, deliberately unbuttoned her shorts. She hooked her fingers
into the waistband and slowly pushed them over her hips and down her long
legs. Her deep blue hynotizing eyes still locked on his. She stepped out of
the shorts towards the desk, placed her hands on the edge, and leaned towards
him. Completely nude. The only coherent thought running through his head
was that she was a real blonde. This couldn't possibly be happening.
"C-Cassandra. You have to stop this. You can't do this. Not in here. You
have to get dressed."
"You don't like my body? Why should we be ashamed of our bodies? I'm not."
He could see that. She didn't have a trace of self-consciousness. She seemed
almost happy to be romping around nude in front of him.
"I swear. Cassandra. If you don't stop this, I will get someone else in
here to stop this. Please. Get dressed, go sit down, and we'll continue."
She pouted for a moment, her full lower lip quivering, her eyes silently
pleading. She eventually turned, presenting a beautiful backside, and
strutted back to her chair. She settled into it, making no move to gather
her discarded clothing. No move to cover herself at all. Her face had lost
the pout and she stared at him almost defiantly.
"Clothes," he motioned at her garments on the floor.
"I prefer not wearing them. I'll tell you what you want to know if you
just let me stay here like this. Nobody has to know. I won't come on to
you if you don't want me. All you have to do is tell me that you don't
want me. Please let me keep them off? I'm just more comfortable this way.
Okay?"
He would lose his license. He just knew it. May as well just take the
useless diploma off his wall and light a match under it now.
"Tell me about Joyce."
"You don't believe me. You don't believe that we had sex. Do you?"
"I think that it will help me understand you if you tell me what you think
happened between you."
"You just want to hear me tell you what we did. Even if it's a twisted
fantasy of mine. You think it will help you understand me?" She paused for
a second, thinking. "You think it will turn you on."
"Does it matter?"
"To you it does. Will it turn you on to hear about two women having sex?
Two women tying each other up? Spanking each other? I'll tell you gladly
if it will turn you on. I want you turned on. Are you jealous of Joyce?
She's had me and you haven't. Yet."
"Cassandra, will you please dress yourself?"
"Not yet. After we fuck. I'll get dressed after you screw me. You want to
hear about Joyce? It isn't a fantasy," she was barely whispering but he
could make out her words just fine.
"Tell me about Joyce." He had resigned himself to her game. It couldn't hurt
to continue; she was already nude and unlikely to get dressed without outside
intervention. Not like he'd ever be speaking to any other patients again.
Maybe this would tell him something about this naked enigma in front of him.
Perhaps he could still help her.
"I was stretched out on her desk. Bound with her scarves. Just as you are
imagining me stretched out on your desk. Only you want me in chains, something
harsher. I like harsher, by the way. And I was so turned on. And so was she.
She locked her door, drew the drapes. She stripped, too. Except she left her
shoes on. God, she was beautiful. She hit me with her hand. It felt so good.
Almost like the warmth you get from hot chocolate after skating all day. And
she liked it. I could tell. It was in her eyes. She spanked me. My breasts.
They hurt for a while, but nothing major. I've been hurt worse. I didn't even
cry. She couldn't hit me as hard as you could."
She paused, watching him. His eyes closed, seeing the images.
"Then she let me go. Untied me. We used our tongues on each other.
Sixty-nined in front of her desk. Her on top. God. It felt so good. She
climaxed twice. Quite a woman. You'd have liked her. You should really try
to get in her pants. She'd let you. Might take a while and a bit of effort
on your part, but you could have her. The hardest part will be getting past
the respect she has for you. She might even let you tie her up as well."
He opened his eyes. Her right hand was slowly stroking her left nipple.
Her face was flushed, her left hand played with her blonde curls between
her legs, her legs slightly parted. She presented a tantalizing view and
she was fully aware of it.
"Cassandra. You have to stop this."
"I thought you wanted to hear about me and Joyce. I'm just doing what you
wanted."
"I want to know why you came up with that fantasy."
"And why I'm coming on to you?"
"Yes."
"I'm doing it because Sarah likes you. Simple. And I know you want me.
No reason you can't have me."
"Can I talk to Sarah, please?" His breathing was ragged. He was having
trouble concentrating. He had to clear his head. Talk to Sarah. Or had to
get away from the sight of her. He was going to do something he'd regret.
Like not forcing her to get dressed. Like not stopping this crazy
session. Like not calling Sheila well before this got out of hand. Like
still not calling Sheila, even though it had gotten way out of hand.
"If you fuck me, she'll come back."
"I have to get a drink of water, Cassandra. Do you want anything?" He
had to get out of this room. Away from her. Just for a moment.
"I just want you," she purred.
He gathered his strength. He tried to tear his eyes away from her as he rose
to his feet.
"I'll be back in a second. Alright? You stay there. And get dressed."
"Yes, sir."
He strode purposefully to the door and slipped through. Sheila looked up
at him quizzically. She was a psych major at the local university. She
knew that there was no way he should have left that room, leaving a patient
alone. Not during a session. She watched him as he poured a glass of water
from the cooler.
"Are you alright? You looked flushed," Sheila asked quietly. Concerned.
"I'm fine. Just a little thristy."
Sheila shook her head and bent back to her computer filing, not willing
to question her employer further. Patient confidentiality, and all. She thought
it was a bit odd that he hadn't just buzzed her and gotten her to bring in
refreshments like normal. After all, that's what she was paid to do.
He slipped back into the room leaving Sheila to wonder to herself. Any
explanations that Sheila concocted would be so far from the truth that it
was almost comical. Sarah was still nude, idly playing with her bare
breasts. An excited flush had spread across her cheeks.
"I missed you," she whispered.
He returned to behind his desk. "I thought I asked you to get dressed."
"What are you, my father?" she started to get flustered. She visibly fought
her emotions under control and rose again to her feet.
"I'm not your father," he responded automatically. A faint look of confusion
crossed her features and then vanished. "I just want you to get dressed. For
both our sakes."
"And I just want to fuck you. For both our sakes. I'll get dressed afterwards.
I want you. Don't you want me?" She threw her bare breasts out towards him
again. He tried to avert his eyes, but failed. "You can have me any way you
want me. Doggie style? Straight? Tied up? My ass? I can give you a blowjob
you'd never forget. Better than your wife. I swallow. Your wife ever let you
tie her up?"
"Cassandra. Why are you doing this?"
"Joyce has a tattoo, you know," she remarked quietly. She stepped around the
corner of the desk, her bare feet light and silent on the carpet.
"She does?" He knew Joyce had a tattoo. At some function, he'd remarked on
it. She'd been wearing a rather low cut evening gown and the tip of the
tattoo had just cleared her neck line. It was a small panther, low on her
right breast, though he'd only seen the nose of it. It had been barely
visible and only because of the daring dress she'd worn. He'd been surprised
that she had a tattoo at all. She didn't seem the type. She had seemed very
embarrassed about it, especially considering its location and that he'd
noticed it. She'd gotten it one night as an undergraduate, after a party,
she'd explained.
"A small black panther. I think you know where."
He swallowed. How the hell could she know that? Unless ...
"Oh my God," he whispered, suddenly frightened, realizing the implications.
She was right beside him. Her female scent and arousal washed over him in
waves. He closed his eyes again, breathing her. His arousal mirrored her
arousal, whether he wanted it to or not. His fright at her revelations
simply melted into his deep arousal.
She sat up on his desk and he pushed himself back. Hard. His chair ended up
against the window. He tried to clear his spinning mind. He had to get as
much distance between them as he could.
"Joyce was fun, but you'll be better. I think," she whispered seductively.
"You and I both know that this is going to happen sooner or later. Why
are you fighting me? You gay? I doubt it. I can usually see those things.
Don't you like me?"
"Cassandra. You have to stop this. Get dressed. We'll finish this tomorrow.
Please?"
"Begging me? I thought I was begging you. Master?" Her eyes shone playfully.
"I can be your slave, if you want."
She inched her legs up onto the desk. Carefully, she watched his eyes,
ensuring that he was entranced by her. Like he could tear his eyes away.
She curled herself up on his blotter, watching him like a lioness.
"Come here," she spoke softly but commandingly.
Despite himself, he found himself moving forward towards her. He struggled
with his own impulses. He was married, for chrissakes. He couldn't do this.
Wrong. Even if he couldn't remember the way to handle it, he did remember
the instructor's warnings. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. No can do. License revoked.
And he was obviously handling this wrong. Completely out of control. There
was the beautiful naked Siren perched on his desk to prove his incredible
incompetence.
"Cassandra. We are going to stop this. Now. Get off my desk. Get dressed."
"You sound like my father. I just want to make you feel good. You can make
me feel good. What's wrong with that? Just pretend I'm a younger version
of your wife. She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know. Just you and I.
Our little secret," she was whispering again. She bent to kiss him as he
neared her.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slapped her. Her face rocked
back onto her shoulder. She cried out in pain. Her hands flew to her face,
rubbing at her stung cheek. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. He was almost sure that
his instructors had never mentioned slapping a patient as an option for
therapy. Not even in the advanced classes.
A small, higher voice emerged from her throat. "Daddy?"
He was dumbstruck that he'd slapped her. Knowing his license was long gone, he
moved back again, rolling the chair frantically back towards the window,
watching her. He couldn't quite believe what was happening. She had her
eyes closed. A frightened look on her face replaced the wanton lust from
seconds before.
"Daddy? Please? I don't want to tonight. Please?" Her breathing was becoming
laboured. "I. I don't like him. Please? Not the ropes. Oh God. Please?
I. I'll do it. You don't need to tie me up. Nooooo!" She screamed. "Oh
God. No more. It hurts. I'll do him. I'll suck him. I'll behave. I'll obey.
I'll be good. Please. Not the belt. Not there. Oh God. No. Please. Daddy?
Please no. It hurts."
He was in shock. Psychology courses can't prepare you for this. No way. Not
ever. Nothing can ever prepare you for this.
"Sarah?" he spoke gently to the naked girl sitting on his desk.
The girl finally opened her eyes, but she still wasn't seeing. "Please?" she
begged, still in the higher, younger voice. He had no idea what daemons she
was fighting. What she was seeing. What she was even begging for. She looked
down at herself. "Oh God. Not again." The voice older. Softer. Sarah. "What
have I done?"
"Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all."
"I. Where are my clothes? I've done it again. Haven't I?" Her hands reached
to cover herself, across her bare breasts. She pressed her thighs together
tightly.
"Not yet, sweetheart. Not yet. And you aren't going to either. You're safe
here." After some of the images that he knew were still in his head, he
doubted the truthfulness of that reassurance.
Her free hand traced up to her face, rubbing at the hand print across her
left cheek. Tears coursed down her face. Her mouth formed the word soundlessly,
as though calling an invisible person, "Cassandra".
The girl stretched out again. She was back in control. The transformation
stunned him. Her long bare legs tantalized him as she stretched herself
back out on his desk, pulling her hands away from her breasts, displaying
herself again for him. She knocked his pens down to the floor with her
outstretched legs. He remained safely pushed back from her near the window.
Her fingers still traced down her reddened cheek. She looked at him.
"See? I told you that you could hit me. That you wanted to." Her hand dropped
back between her legs. She moaned slightly as her fingers found her lower
lips, lightly stroking herself. "You liked it, didn't you? I did." She
offered her other cheek. "You can hit me again if you like. Harder if you
want. I don't mind."
"Cassandra?"
"Who else?"
"Let me talk to Sarah."
"I don't think so. I may have been out of it for a second there, but I
know we haven't done the wild thing. You're still dressed. I want to
see you naked. I want to fuck you. I'm naked. You should be too. Please?
For me?"
"I need to talk to Sarah." Cassandra was getting in the way here.
"No. I want you first."
"I thought Sarah wanted me."
"She does. She just doesn't want to admit it."
"Sarah needs me. To talk with. To help her. Not anything else." It was getting
easier to resist this gorgeous creature. He'd seen her soul. However briefly,
he'd seen the hurt, scared, little girl buried within her. He consciously
tried to ignore her scent, her lithe, adult body, her irresistable sexuality.
There was a little girl in there, somewhere.
"Says you. I didn't ask for your help." Her face became a bit more distant.
An inner struggle was in progress just below the surface.
"What did your father do to you, Cassandra?"
"My father?" she paled a bit. "Don't you want me? Please? I don't want to talk
about him. I just want you."
He struggled with himself, knowing that he had to stop this. He'd already
slapped her, stepped way too far over the line. But he was so close, yet
so damn far.
"Your father."
"I loved my father."
"Did you?"
Her face began to collapse again. A single tear coursed down her cheek.
He couldn't tell who was going to surface. Still wasn't sure even as she
spoke again in a quiet whisper.
"It would have been so much easier to fuck you."
She closed her eyes, tears falling helplessly down her pale cheeks. She
hung her head almost looking like a defenseless, helpless, little girl
sitting up on his desk. Defeated. She took a deep breath, looked at him
with her pleading eyes, and then gently touched the intercom button with
her bare toes.
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Precious [ F, city, introspection, angel ]
(c) July 1998
By Crimson Dragon ([email protected])
The cool brick felt rough beneath her feet, her bare toes
unconsciously gripping the solidity of the stone. She glanced down at
the lights so far below which looked like streaks of red and white,
like a time-lapse of a city. Another tear traced down her cheek,
blurring her vision.
***
It had begun like any normal day.
The alarm shrilled out its ear-splitting buzz at 6:30 AM. Sleepily,
her fingers touched the snooze bar.
Five minutes later, James shoved her, and she woke up again,
murmuring to be left alone. James shoved her again, and she sleepily
swung her legs out of the bed, her bare feet recoiling from the cold
floor.
She hissed urgently, "Can't we get any damn heat in here?"
She tried to settle her soles back to the parquet. Her toes
reflexively jumped until she adjusted to the sharp contrast between
the floor and her comfortably warm sheets.
James spoke uncharacteristically gently, "I'll talk to the super. You
have to get up, now." He wouldn't talk to the superintendent, but
most of the time he wouldn't even bother to lie to her.
She held her head in her hands. She had to get up every damn day. And
she didn't want to. James rolled over, away from her. The snooze
timed out and the alarm buzzed again, shattering the silence of the
room. She instinctively reached out and switched off the alarm. James
cursed softly towards the window. She couldn't quite make out his
words, but it was something about her inability to turn off simple
machines. She blinked and struggled to her feet, stumbling to the
bathroom across the hallway.
The shower helped wake her, but she was still tired as she brushed
out her long blonde hair. Her hair dripped slowly onto her bare
shoulders and down her back as she made her way down the short
hallway into the small kitchen.
She quietly ate cold cereal with a glass of juice, and read the
cereal box. She was certain, without looking, that the neighbours had
stolen her newspaper again. No point to even looking. She could hear
the dripping of a tap somewhere, but she was reasonably sure it
wasn't in her apartment. She at least tried to keep the place
maintained. A scream echoed down the hallway outside the main
doorway, but she knew better than to investigate it. She lifted the
spoon to her lips slowly, her eyes scanning the happy honeybee on the
box and the list of vitamins that she was ingesting. She idly wished
that the vitamins could make her as happy as the bee.
She finished her meagre breakfast, and dumped the bowl and spoon in
the sink. James might wash it for her, but she wouldn't hold her
breath. She padded back down to the bedroom. James was asleep again
under the covers.
She dropped the towels from around her and moved efficiently around
the room and tiny closet, searching for and finding some clean
underwear and one of two dresses that she owned. She chose the bright
blue dress for today, pulling it effortlessly over her head to settle
around her form.
She licked her lips. There was a time when James would have watched
her dress. And she would have enjoyed it. Now, she was simply glad
that he was asleep. She didn't feel like fighting with him to find a
job, didn't feel like doing anything, actually. Even if he were awake
and watching her, he wouldn't be interested in going any further than
quietly watching her. Six months ago, he would have, but not now.
She straightened her blue dress in front of the mirror. She wasn't
*that* unattractive, she surmised. Yet they hadn't made love in two
... no ... three months. She had tried at first, and then given up
trying. They slept together, but they didn't. She wasn't even sure
who James was anymore.
She walked out of the room without a second glance, her stockings
whispering across the floorboards. She picked up her purse, and
clutching it protectively against her hip, she carefully locked up
her apartment. She avoided any contact on her way to the elevators.
She hadn't heard another scream, but that might not be a good thing.
***
The subway ride downtown was terrible, with disgustingly scruffy, and
downright dangerous people. She stood, hand raised, swaying with the
subway car, trying not to breathe. An obvious transvestite smiled at
her, and he ... she ... it was probably the most pleasant person on
the car this morning. The smell of liquor and a faint trace of urine
invaded her senses. She cringed as the bustle went on around her. A
petite girl, perhaps twenty-five, entered the train and looked
around. She appeared frightened, unsure of herself, beaten. The small
girl reminded her of what she probably looked like. The girl stopped
a few metres away, joined the crowd, and stared at nothing as the
train moved off.
***
The nametag on her cube matched everyone else's, except for the name
on it: 'Janice MacDonald'. She wasn't even sure who she was anymore.
All she knew was that the name on her cube told her that she, indeed,
was a girl named Janice. She barely remembered Janice.
Janice was a schoolgirl, in a bright yellow dress, playing with her
parents in a park. Janice was a college student, discovering life,
dreaming of marrying the perfect man, having fun. It had only taken
three years, and one dingy cube to break those dreams. Janice was no
longer the woman entering Janice's cube.
She sat down and stared at the screen in front of her. Meaningless,
green letters stared back at her. She sighed, and began to type.
***
The announcement had come at 4:35 PM, twenty-five minutes before she
could go home to a listless dinner, television, avoiding James, and
then blissful sleep. She looked forward to the sleep.
She had never been paged before, and was barely aware that the office
even had a paging facility. She listened, distanced, for her name
again.
"Janice MacDonald to Mr. Simpson's office, please." It crackled
through the office like a beacon.
She slowly rose to her feet and walked toward the vice-president's
office. She didn't even know what the man did, might not even
recognise him in the hallways of this labyrinth. She didn't even know
the man's given name. But Mr. Simpson was a vice-president, that she
knew. In this office, VP's carried some weight.
As she was preparing to knock at the oak door, emblazoned with the
tag 'Frederick Simpson - Vice President Operations', a female voice
floated up from a desk beside the office.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked. She had a blank expression on her
face, and it almost seemed like she was asking by habit, rather than
any desire to be of assistance.
Janice nodded and spoke quietly. "I'm Janice MacDonald," she wasn't
sure of that. "I was paged for Mr. Simpson."
"Ah. Yes." The woman's face became more sympathetic. Almost as though
she knew what the page was about. "You may go right in."
Janice turned the knob and let herself into a cool, dark, deserted
office that smelled vaguely of cigars. She swallowed heavily and
turned to retreat, sure she had the wrong office.
A silhouette moved by the shadow that was the desk.
"Miss MacDonald?" a husky male voice beckoned her.
She turned frightened, as a rabbit might when in the presence of a
wolf.
"Mr. Simpson? Why is it dark in here? I ... I thought ..."
She thought she saw him move a hand and the lights came on blinding
her. She blinked furiously and stood by the doorway. The heavy door
closed on its own with a quiet snick.
"I like to think in the dark," he spoke quietly. His voice carried an
air of authority. He was a rugged, large man. Janice could tell even
though he was sitting behind the massive desk. She felt awkward
standing, feeling small and unimportant.
"You paged me?" she asked, uncertain.
"I did."
She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, waiting for him to
elaborate. He seemed content to watch her squirm.
Finally, she ventured hesitantly, "May ... may I sit down?"
He licked his lips and spoke again.
"I don't think that will be necessary. It will only take a moment."
He paused. "Miss MacDonald, it has come to my attention that you have
been constantly late, and your performance has been poor."
She shuddered. She had never been late, and she certainly hadn't been
doing any less data entry than over the last three years of her
employment. If anything, her typing skills had improved,
involuntarily, and she was typing faster than before.
"I ... I don't understand," she stammered.
He leaned back in the chair and clasped his hands behind his head.
"You work proficiency has dropped 25% over the last month," he
smiled.
She shivered at his smile.
"That ... that can't be."
"I have figures," he waved non-committally at his desk where there
was a jumble of papers. She couldn't make out what the papers on his
desk were. They could have been stock quotes for all she knew. She
swallowed heavily, uncertain where to go from here.
He smiled again at her. "Janice, may I call you Janice?" She nodded
apprehensively. "This is a delicate matter, Janice. By rights, I
should fire you."
"Oh God," she mumbled, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest.
She could not believe that her work had dropped this much. She was
certain that it hadn't. Even with the problems with James, and her
depression. Her work had not suffered. She was certain. She couldn't
afford to lose her job.
"But there are some options ..." his voice trailed off.
She swallowed heavily. Suddenly the room was far too small and cold.
She could feel her nipples tightening involuntarily. She didn't even
want to know what the options were. She could tell by his easy smile.
He took a deep breath. For the first time, he looked a little
nervous.
"You could do something for me, and I might not have to act on your
work problems, if you can guarantee that I don't see this again."
She found her voice, which had hidden somewhere deep in her throat.
"What do I have to do?" she asked dully.
He seemed to consider, though she was quite sure he long ago knew
what he would ask of her.
He slowly stood. Her eyes became large and round as she took in his
hard and erect penis jutting out from his open zipper. It looked
obscene to her. She closed her eyes and moaned.
Suddenly, his breath was hot in her ear.
"You might show your gratitude for my looking the other way."
His fingers touched her shoulder, toying with the strap of her dress.
She shuddered at the touch and looked up at him, pleading with her
eyes. He was taller than she, and his physical size was threatening
and overpowering. She cringed back.
"You want to take it off?" he asked quietly.
She shook her head negatively, trembling.
"If you'd prefer, we can fire you ... your decision."
He began to tuck himself back into his zipper.
She shook her head again, couldn't believe this was happening. Not to
her. Not to Janice of the bright yellow dress in the park. Not to
Janice the college dreamer. It wouldn't happen to any of them. But it
was happening to her.
He smiled and let himself fall free of his pants again.
"That's a good girl," he spoke huskily as he moved towards her again.
He slipped his finger inside the strap and pulled it towards her
shoulder. She let it fall with a shudder. Her left side, then her
right. With a sense of the surreal, she noticed that he was being
gentle with her as he eased the blue cloth down her body. Her mind
was whirling, almost watching as though she was outside of herself.
She felt her hand being guided to the hardness, she could feel his
hands touching her. He was touching her as only a few men, by her
choice, had touched. Her breasts. Her bottom. Tracing her thighs. She
shivered. His hypnotic voice maintained a slow cadence, focusing her
on her job, her performance. She had to pay the rent, she had to
support James, she couldn't lose this job.
A dull ache in her nipple brought her back to reality. His fingers
had coaxed her unwilling left nipple to rigidity, and he had bitten
her through her thin bra. She yelped and backed away.
"You want Daddy to spank you?" he asked, fingering his belt.
Her mind exploded. He couldn't do this to her. She could see the
material of her dress, a flash of blue against his green carpet. Her
mind was filled with a picture of her bent over his massive desk,
naked and exposed, waiting for him. For his belt, or his penis, she
couldn't tell. She felt her exposure like a living thing, could feel
a tear fall gently down her cheek. Her crying only appeared to
inflame the big man, and he reached for her again.
She took a huge breath, and slapped away his hand. He recoiled as if
he'd been bitten by a cobra. She was seething. She took advantage of
his indecision, and not caring what the outside world thought of her,
she grabbed her cotton blue dress from the floor, pushed at him as
she passed, and walked out to the incredulous look of the bored
receptionist. She gathered the material as best she could around
herself and made it to the ladies room before gushing. She felt
nauseated, and repulsed. She hated herself for letting it go on as
long as it had. She could feel his hands on her breasts, between her
legs. She entered a stall, and sat down, letting herself shake and
sob, not bothering to close the flimsy door.
At last, she gathered up her dress from the tile at her feet, and
slipped it over her head. Wiping at the tears, she slowly let herself
out of the stall. She washed her face, trying desperately to scrub
the crawling sensations from her skin.
***
He was waiting across from the ladies room, with his secretary, or
whoever she was. Janice shivered and prepared to scream. She turned
away from him, trying to remain calm and walk back to her cube. The
other woman's presence helped a little.
"Miss MacDonald?" She apparently was no longer 'Janice'.
She turned, fright written over her face. It was after hours by now,
and she didn't really know the other woman. She blushed as her eyes
glued to his hands. Those hands that had touched her so intimately.
He held out a small envelope. She crept forward and took it from his
unresisting fingers like a mouse trying to get the cheese without
springing the trap. The paper inside was pink. Her heart was
hammering in her chest, even though she had known that it would be
the price of her running out of his office.
She swallowed heavily, fighting back her tears. "I ... I'll clean out
my office."
"Miss MacDonald, given the circumstances, we will send the personal
items from your office. Ms. Robertson will escort you from the
building."
Without a second look at her, he turned on his heel. At the mention
of her name, the other woman stepped forward guiding Janice to the
elevator silently. It took forever for the lift to arrive. Janice
willed the tears back while fingering the pink slip of paper.
She was ushered into the elevator, and Ms. Robertson entered with
her. The doors rattled shut with a sense of finality.
"I wasn't supposed to come in here with you," Ms. Robertson spoke
quietly. "Are you all right?"
Janice burst into tears again at the kind words. She felt the other
woman brushing at her hair, straightening it.
"I know what he does, if you need a witness," the other woman
whispered. "It'll be my job too, but you are the first one to walk
out of there. I ... I envy you. I wish I had."
The doors rattled open. Janice felt a firm hand guiding her from the
building and pressing a small piece of cardboard into her trembling
fingers. She stood silently outside as the late afternoon sun hit her
face. The business card in her palm felt like it was on fire.
"Good luck," the woman said to her as she locked the door with a
decisive click.
***
It was dark before Janice realised that she was walking aimlessly in
the park across from the insurance company where she had once worked.
The small pink piece of paper remained clutched in her hand. She
looked up at the building, the fluorescent lights in the windows a
beacon to her. She settled into a park bench, and tried to think.
People passing by on evening strolls gave her strange looks, like she
was a homeless person. She supposed that she nearly was.
At last, she rose to her feet. Her feet ached, and she wanted to take
her shoes off, but she didn't dare to downtown. She was hungry, and
tired, and wanted to go home. Maybe James had actually done something
today. Maybe he made her dinner for once. Or maybe, he'd found a job.
She sighed. As long as she was dreaming, maybe she'd win the lottery.
The tears renewed as she walked slowly towards the subway.
***
The subways were still busy, even at 9:30 at night. She shuddered as
she found a niche between a drunken bum, and a woman blessing the
windows. Janice grasped the handrail above her head as though her
life depended upon it.
Halfway across the city, a pregnant woman stepped onto the car. She
was carrying five shopping bags, all filled with old baby toys. She
was glowing, an aura in the dinginess of the subway. She stood across
the aisle from Janice, one hand on her distended tummy, her other
gripping the ceiling rail. She swayed awkwardly, but smiled anyway.
Janice guessed her to be perhaps eight months along.
If I had a seat, if I'd ever had a seat, Janice thought to herself,
I'd offer it to the woman. But the busy city ignored the two of them,
bouncing them along the tracks, the squealing of the brakes hurting
their ears. Neither the slack-jawed teen, nor the overweight woman
wearing what looked like a muumuu, did anything but sit in front of
the pregnant woman, and stare at her like she was from another
planet. Perhaps they'd never seen a happy person before. Janice felt
like telling both of them off. She didn't, knowing it was a lost
cause.
The woman smiled at her, and Janice felt her heart lift a tiniest
bit. Janice tried to smile back, but failed. Instead, she looked
away, feeling guilty as she did.
It was at a subway stop, called out as Bloor, that Janice was thrown
to the floor. A burly man, determined to beat the rush to the doors,
barrelled through her as though she were made of pixie dust. Janice
hit the subway floor with a cry of pain, her ankle folding beneath
her. She began to cry as sharp bursts of agony flowed up her shin and
into her knee. She fought for control, nobody cried on the subway,
not like a little girl fallen off her bicycle.
A soft touch to her face opened her eyes from a pain filled scrunch.
A gentle glowing face hovered above her.
"Are you all right?" the pregnant woman asked.
Janice moved her foot. Pain, but not broken. She numbly nodded. The
tractor that had bowled her over was long gone, not caring who he ran
over as long as he stepped out at the right station.
"You've been down there a while, and nobody else was helping," the
pregnant woman spoke, quickly. "It took me a moment to get over here.
Are you okay? I can press the emergency bar, if you want."
Janice gritted her teeth. Given a few minutes, she'd be fine.
"Thank-you. I'll be up and dancing in a few minutes."
The woman knelt down beside Janice on the floor of the train. Her
fingers lightly brushed Janice's hair.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Ankle," Janice gritted her teeth again.
"There's more wrong than that," the woman spoke slowly. "Can you
walk?"
"Soon, just let me lie here for a moment."
"Floor's dirty," the woman smiled ruefully.
"Don't I know it. I don't even want to think about what I'm lying
in."
"What's wrong?" the woman repeated her question after a moment.
"My life is a mess, my boss molested me and then fired me this
afternoon, and my boyfriend is a jerk, and now my ankle hurts,"
Janice snapped. She didn't even know why she was telling this
stranger about her life.
The pregnant woman spoke sympathetically, ignoring the tone of
Janice's voice, "Sounds like a rough day."
"I'm sorry," Janice turned to better face the woman. "I didn't mean
to snap at you. You're only being kind to me."
"It's all right. Nobody else around to help, I guess," she looked
around at the legs like tree trunks throughout the crowded car.
Janice laughed a little. "I'm actually grateful."
She heard her stop called, and pressed against the floor. She was
still a little winded, but was able to get to her hands and knees.
A hand reached down and touched her shoulder. Gratefully, Janice
grasped it and with a grunt, pulled herself to her feet. Her ankle
throbbed. She looked into the hazel eyes of the pregnant woman who
had helped her. Suddenly ashamed, Janice mumbled a quick thank-you,
and limped towards the doorway. The hulk hadn't had this much trouble
getting to his stop, she thought bitterly.
"Janice?"
She turned, wondering how the woman knew her name. It didn't matter.
Not really.
"Don't do anything stupid. It's too precious," the woman spoke
softly, brushing her brunette hair out of her face with her fingers.
Janice felt a soft brush of the woman's lips across her cheek, even
though metres separated them. The train seemed like it had stopped,
and yet was moving. Sound crashed back into her ears as the doors
opened and movement resumed. When she glanced through the subway
window to wave to the woman, she was gone, swallowed by the city.
Janice limped towards the exit.
***
She called out James' name as she entered the dark apartment. He
didn't answer.
Drunk and passed out again, most likely, she thought bitterly as she
kicked off her shoes. She sighed as her feet touched the warm
parquet. She was hungry and tired. It would have been nice if just
once, he'd made dinner for her. She was tempted to send out for
Chinese, but she no longer was gainfully employed. If they wanted to
even stay in this dingy apartment much longer, he'd have to get a
job, or more likely, she would.
She poked her head into the bedroom, expecting to see him asleep
under the covers, not even concerned about her late appearance.
Except he wasn't there. She wandered through the empty apartment,
searching for him. He never left the apartment. No sign of him in the
kitchen or the living room. Even the ever-present television was
silent.
Goddamn. He was out. Probably spending her money, which at first she
hadn't minded sharing with him.
She sighed, and reached under her dress. She pulled off the
pantyhose, noticing a run up high on the thigh. She carelessly tossed
the ugly things behind the sofa. Next job, if there were one, would
not involve her wearing pantyhose. She walked barefoot to the liquor
cabinet, and opened it with a sharp pull.
She had trouble recognising what was missing. Everything but a full
bottle of Jack Daniel's was gone. She hadn't been in the cabinet for
months, but it seemed unlikely that even James could have drank that
much. She grabbed the remaining bottle and walked quickly to the
kitchen, shaking her head. Her bare feet pattered over the parquet,
making a pretty sound. Her ankle still throbbed a little from her
fall, but at least it wasn't swelling, yet.
She grimaced as she picked up a grimy shot glass from the cabinet.
She wiped the rim on a dishtowel, satisfied that she wasn't going to
be poisoned.
She glanced furtively up at the top shelf. A cookie jar with
mushrooms emblazoned on it sat high up there. She knew the jar
intimately; it had belonged to her grandmother. Suddenly a fear
gripped her stomach. She didn't want to, but she reached up, pulling
the jar down, sinkingly certain of its contents from the weight. She
lifted the top, knowing. It was empty.
Tears slipped slowly down her face. A perfect day. Molested, fired,
her ankle nearly broken, her liquor gone, and now her savings. She
felt a knot form in her stomach, and she sobbed. The money she'd
ferreted away, ironically for his birthday, and it was gone. She'd
given up so much to save it. Instinctively, she knew he was gone.
Taken her money and disappeared. She wouldn't miss him, but she'd
miss the regularity, the security of having someone. What else could
there be?
Still crying, she opened the bottle of Jack, leaving the cookie jar
askew on the counter. It didn't matter any more. She poured herself a
shot, downing it in one quick gulp.
She coughed, almost losing the vile liquid. She forced herself to
swallow. It was almost as bad as the one time she'd swallowed for
James. Jack and James, the two worst tastes in her mouth, ever. At
least this time it was for her.
She gagged and stumbled out to the living room. She fell back into
the sofa, sinking into its depths. She put another shot to her lips,
crying out as it burned down her throat. The second one was easier
than the first one.
She settled back, feeling Simpson's hands on her. She shuddered, and
quickly downed another. The alcohol began to fuzz her brain, and she
felt good for the first time today. She heard a small whisper deep
inside her head, telling her that this was how alcoholics began. She
ignored the voice and it shut up.
She reached forward and grabbed the remote control from the small
coffee table. She switched on the television, which blared to life.
James had been listening to it at high volume. As usual. He wasn't
deaf, but suddenly she wished he were. She rapidly thumbed the volume
down, wincing at the old episode of M*A*S*H that was playing. Hawkeye
was making some crack about the Korean War.
Hawkeye was missing an eye. She leaned forward, squinting. Her vision
was already blurry. She never drank. And never hard stuff like Jack.
She slipped off the couch and crawled across the floor, feeling the
unyielding presence of the parquet beneath her knees. A post-it note
was stuck to the middle of the television, blinding Hawkeye. James'
handwriting. In the flickering light of the television, she tried to
focus.
"Not working out. Bored. Sorry. James."
That bastard. She sat looking at the note for a long time, her legs
curled under herself. So he was gone. Forever. Shit. It wasn't
working out for him? What about her? She'd put up with *him* for the
last six months. She'd had to satisfy herself for the last three,
quietly in the shower or in the bathroom, afraid of disturbing him,
and even before that, he wasn't any Valentino. Half the time she'd
had to finish herself anyway. Shit.
She didn't know whether to be angry or sad. He was gone, and she
wasn't. She'd miss him, despite his faults. She balled the paper up
in her small fist and tossed it over the sofa to join her pantyhose.
She flicked the television off manually, and crawled back to the
coffee table. Six shots, one after the other, each easier than the
last. She was still gagging on them, but they definitely tasted
better than James. Rat versus poison. Hell of a choice.
Dizzy, she rose to her feet. The room spun around her, and she nearly
fell. She couldn't think, and yet she could think too well. The
touches of Simpson flowed through her mind like a bad dream. Simpson
morphed with James, and back into Simpson. Alcohol couldn't compete.
She could still feel his disgusting fingers crawling across her skin.
She closed her eyes and swayed, discovering that the room spun even
worse with closed eyes. She stumbled over to the stereo. She hit
three buttons before the amplifier came to life, flooding her with
sound. Collective Soul surrounded her and she moved without thought
to the bass beat thrumming from the speakers. The neighbours might
start banging on the wall, but for the first time, she didn't care.
She swallowed heavily and glanced at the half full bottle of Jack
still sitting on the table. Alcohol poisoning might be a good way to
go. Not brave, but there was nobody who cared about her. She could at
least go by her own choice, and reasonably unaware.
It didn't seem quite right to her. As Collective Soul flooded her
senses, she felt a deep need to remove the stink of Simpson from her.
She practically ripped the blue dress from her, throwing it behind
the sofa with a fluttering of cloth. But he'd barely touched the
dress. She ripped the bra and panties from her body. They joined the
rest of her clothing, cowering behind the small sofa. For a moment,
his touches were gone, tossed aside with her clothes. She sighed, and
began to move again to the music, hugging herself and feeling the
driving beat.
As she danced, she noticed the curtains left open. She vaguely
thought that it was unusual. She was a private person. Never would
she dance naked, and certainly not in front of an uncovered window.
In this neighbourhood, telescopes weren't for astronomy. She always
ensured the blinds were down before getting ready for her shower or
for bed. But she kept dancing, the music arousing her senses, letting
her forget.
She slowly moved around the room, her bare feet moving her,
expressing her, being her. At last, the compact disc ended, the
silence descending upon her, the last haunting notes of "The World I
Know" echoing through her numbed mind. She looked up at the dark
ceiling, and felt the tears begin again. She hated crying. With the
silence, she stretched out her arms and let the tears fall down her
face. Slowly, she sank to her knees and let her forehead press into
the hard unyielding floor. She sobbed uncontrollably for a time; her
cries falling from a kneeling nude woman with nothing to live for.
She could see herself, as though she stood outside herself.
Slowly she rose, not quite understanding what she was doing. She
padded to the door. Turning, she examined herself in the hall mirror.
The face staring back at her looked beaten and broken. Her make up
was long gone with her tears, but her body was still that of a
twenty-five-year-old. Breasts still high and firm, her figure was
nothing to be ashamed of. And she wasn't ashamed of her body. It was
her face that was older. She couldn't remember when her face had
fallen into old age. She swallowed and turned the doorknob.
A kindly looking coloured lady ushered her two small children back
into an apartment. They'd been playing quietly in the hallway,
probably more room there. At the appearance of the naked white girl,
the children's eyes had gone as wide as saucers and had watched her
as they were hurried inside. The apartment door closed with a
finality, as though on a tomb.
Janice looked back at her apartment one last time, half considering
that she needed another shot of Jack. Taking a deep breath, and
gathering her internal courage, she walked towards the elevators. She
wasn't even aware of her nudity.
She watched the small upward pointing triangle light up, as it was
pressed gently by her left index finger. She could hear the elevator
awaken somewhere below her. It was an odd feeling. She could sense
the very vibration of the elevator through the floor and the soles of
her bare feet. Her head swam, and she stumbled back until she leaned
against the dirty mirrors surrounding the elevator enclave. She could
see herself, nude, reflected infinitely in the opposing mirrors. She
was studying the effect when the doors of the elevator rattled open
with a dull thud.
Without hesitation, she stepped into the small room, but felt for the
first time claustrophobic. The door rattled shut behind her. She
studied her face in the mirror of the elevator, trying to ignore the
closed in feeling. Her face was drawn, and tired. She couldn't
remember the last time she had felt rested. And where had those lines
come from? At least there wasn't millions of her any longer,
reflected by light bounced into infinity.
She turned and jabbed at the highest button on the panel. The lift
responded mindlessly and carried the nude girl up. She was watching
as the numbers increased, skipping thirteen. Didn't the people on
fourteen realise that they were truly on the thirteenth floor? She
smiled humourlessly. Even elevators lie.
The doors rattled open for her, and she stepped out unsteadily. The
hallway was darker, but better carpeted than her own. She could feel
the softer fibres beneath her feet. The elevator doors closed, and
she turned, half expecting her hand to press the down button of its
own volition. Her hand remained resolutely at her side.
With a sense of purpose, she strode down the hallway, wondering if
anyone was peering out at her from behind the closed doors. The doors
on this level had peepholes, unlike the lower floors. Her bare feet
felt strange against the carpet. She felt a tingling through them,
almost a sense of nervousness, a sense of events beyond her control.
She pulled open the firedoor at the end of the hallway and stepped
out onto the cool concrete of the fire stairs. Her raspy breathing
echoed through the stairwell, as though she'd invaded a museum. The
stairway morphed briefly into the subway; it smelled damp, and dark,
and vaguely of mildew.
The short flight of steps extended up in front of her. They reminded
her of the wooden path to the gallows in all the western movies that
she used to watch on Sunday afternoons in college. Willing herself
forward, she walked slowly up towards the closed green door.
"No Admittance." The door spoke to her.
She swallowed heavily and reached for the knob, ignoring the harsh
voice of the door. Like everything else in this damn building, the
lock was long since broken. Probably some overactive teenagers,
drinking on the roof, had broken it long ago. The door looked like it
was never used any longer, even by the teenagers.
She pulled open the door.
A warm blast of summer air buffeted her bare skin as she stepped
through the opening. The door slammed shut behind her. Anyone on the
staircase would have been deafened by the echoes. But she had been
alone on the stairs. Nobody used the stairs. Not in this building. It
wasn't a smart thing to do.
She knelt down on the gravel of the roof, feeling the uneven stones
pressing painfully into her knees. Her head was still swimming. She
spoke to her God, praying silently for a few minutes, desperately
wanting forgiveness. Getting no answer, she rose staring at the
lights of the city around her.
She walked carefully to the low brick wall that surrounded the top of
the building. Her ankle still throbbed gently, and she winced as the
gravel thundered into the bottom of her feet.
***
So I walked up on high And I step to the edge To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself As the tears roll down. 'Cause it's the world I
know. It's the world I know.
***
She easily leaned for some time against the top of the wall, her
tears falling freely. She smelled the air, it was somehow cleaner up
here beyond the smog and bustle of the streets below. The wind and
her soft crying were the only sounds reaching up this high. She
cherished the rough warmth of the bricks against her palms and her
tummy, as she leaned over the edge looking down. The people scurried
back and forth like insects. The cars, looking like toys, flowed like
rivers across the streets, the headlights blurred in her vision. The
world below.
She thought back, still feeling Simpson's hands and teeth on her
breasts. She touched her nipples, one after the other. These nipples.
Her nipples. She shivered, feeling alone and lost. The alcohol was
beginning to work its way through her system. She felt light-headed,
but she was thinking clearly, at least she thought she was. She knew
she couldn't reach the world below. Not and survive.
With a sigh, she straightened. She looked up to the heavens, again
praying quietly for forgiveness. She felt a sense of calm as she
extended her arms towards the sky as if in supplication. She stepped
up.
The cool brick felt rough beneath her feet, her bare toes
unconsciously gripping the solidity of the stone. She glanced down at
the lights so far below, which looked like streaks of red and white,
like a time-lapse of a city. Another tear traced down her cheek,
blurring her vision.
***
She couldn't hear the sirens, but the flashing of lights so far below
was visible. The flashing lights added to the streaking of her
time-lapse. She was vaguely aware of a human presence behind her, for
some reason afraid to come closer. She could hear a deep, comforting
male voice, somewhere close, but she couldn't understand. She didn't
want to. She wanted to be alone.
Her fingers reached for the stars as she stood there. The wind felt
cool and comforting against her bare skin as she swayed gently. Her
lips were slightly parted; she could taste the saltiness of her own
tears.
She didn't even know the woman's name from the subway, but her face
came clearly and unbidden - unnatural clarity even through the
blurriness of Janice's tears. The woman's gentle and kind smile
comforted - giving her a sense unlike any she had received since she
was the yellow dressed little girl in a park distanced by time. The
woman's face was a shining lighthouse in a sea of darkness. Janice's
numb mind reeled. It didn't matter. One life for another. She would
be replaced; the woman's child perhaps named Janice. The clear and
glowing expectant mother's face fell, looking abruptly away. It
didn't need to be this way.
"Don't do anything stupid. It's too precious," the woman spoke
softly, her voice echoing through memory. She brushed her brunette
hair gently from her face with her fingers.
Janice could still feel James' absence, and Simpson's hands crawling
like eels over her skin. She cringed inwardly. She still had the
business card; she'd tossed it on the coffee table as she'd entered
her empty apartment. It was there beside the half-empty bottle of
Jack. She never had loved James. Her head felt like a heavy weight on
her neck. The world spun for her as she turned slowly on the wall,
her bare toes carefully searching for safe purchase.
Janice closed her eyes, her tears spilling faster, wracking her bare
body with sobs. Slowly, she turned one last time, facing the men in
heavy firefighter's uniforms, watching her. One was trying to talk to
her, but she couldn't hear through the rushing of her blood in her
ears. All she had to do was lean back. Just - one - small - bit. She
didn't even have to look down.
She hiccuped, and began to lower herself carefully to the solidity of
the brick beneath her.
She whispered, "Thank-you, whoever you are." But she knew who the
pregnant woman was - her guardian angel - a guiding light in her
darkness.
The clear image of the pregnant woman smiled her glowing radiance and
slowly faded. All that was left was a dingy rooftop, smeared with
splashes of yellow uniforms.
As she sat down, feeling the rough brick beneath her bare bottom, she
took a deep breath. Her feet didn't quite make it to the harsh
gravel, though she could feel the heat emanating from the stones as
she idly swung her legs, hands clasped in her lap. A blanket was
thrown over her shoulders by an anonymous saviour.
Clutching her meagre covering, she bent her head and cried.
After a while, Janice looked up, trying to clear the tears obscuring
her vision. The anonymous man in yellow was talking to her gently,
his voice soothing but still too soft to be heard over the roar of
her blood.
"I ... have to make a phone call," Janice whispered to her saviour.
She lowered her head and pulled the blanket around her again tightly.
Across the city, a glowing woman touched her swollen tummy, felt the
initial light pressures of the first contractions, took a deep breath
of relief, and smiled.
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Until It Hurts [ FF, cons, outdoors ]
(C) July 1998
By Crimson Dragon ([email protected])
Proofed by Munk and Mike Ink
Her eyes fluttered open with a groan as the first rays of dawn broke
over the horizon and warmed her face through her bedroom window. She
blinked her eyes slowly, waiting for the scratchiness of sleep to
fade from beneath her lids. Her head pounded and her stomach was
playing a poor accordion somewhere deep inside of her. Her throat
felt like it had been sanded with coarse grade sandpaper. Her mouth
tasted like the cat had used it as a litter box.
She groaned again and tried to turn over to her side, her fingers
pressing lightly into her abdomen, trying to ease the nausea. A
gentle weight lay against her ribs, just below her breasts,
preventing her journey to her side. She opened her eyes again and
raised her pounding head. She gently lifted the sheet, wondering what
could be lying on her. The cat was heavier, and though there was the
usual purr of breathing, it wasn't quite the raspy purr of Lucifer. A
small hand with long slender fingers lay across her, the fingers
gently cupping her bare right breast. It took her foggy brain a
moment to notice the pink nail polish on the tip of each finger,
rising and falling with each of her shallow breaths. She closed her
eyes, dropped the sheet, and turned her head, lowering it gently to
her pillow.
As she reopened her eyes, a soft face, diffused in sleep and lying on
the pillow beside her filled her view. She nearly screamed in
surprise, though she probably should have figured out that the hand
cupping her breast belonged to someone. She stifled the cry and
stared up at the ceiling. Her pounding brain struggled in vain to
remember. She consciously slowed her heart and gently reached under
the sheets, moving the limp hand from her chest, hoping not to wake
the woman beside her. God, where had this headache come from? And who
the hell was the brunette sharing her bed?
The woman stirred at the movement of her arm, but didn't wake. The
sunlight had crept to her face, illuminating it like a spotlight on
an angel. She wrinkled her nose at the light disturbing her dreams
and turned over, presenting her bare back and long brunette hair to
her bedmate.
Melissa groaned again, but more quietly, as a wave of nausea washed
over her. She closed her eyes until it passed, and then gently swung
her legs out of the bed. Her bare feet connected with the hardwood
and she shivered, realizing that she was completely nude. She never
slept without her nightgown, or for that matter with another woman.
She glanced around the bedroom. At least it was her own room and not
some sleazy motel. Her mind refused to give up the details of last
evening, but she vaguely recalled far too many shooters - B-52's,
747's, and some dandy named Sex On The Beach. Her head throbbed
again, and Melissa gently lowered her head into her hands, her elbows
supported by her knees. The nausea washed over her again - sitting up
hadn't helped her at all. This time, the waves of nausea overwhelmed
her and she stumbled out of the room and down the hall to the
bathroom, making it just in time.
***
She felt better after being sick, though her head still pounded to
the beat of some raucous military marching band. Her mouth tasted far
worse than it had when she had awakened, and brushing her teeth had
only marginally helped. She stared at her disheveled face in the
mirror. Her blue eyes stared back at her, almost as if accusing her
of something. Her blonde locks were tangled about her head, framing
her face in dirty golden strands. It looked like she had run a
marathon, she thought with a critical eye. She flipped two aspirin
into her mouth and dry swallowed them, gagging at the taste.
She ran her fingers through her long, tangled blonde mane and pulled
it back into a pony tail away from her face. She washed her face
quickly and padded back to the bedroom.
The girl was still fast asleep, her breathing soft and regular
beneath the sheets. Melissa glanced about the bedroom. Clothing, hers
and others that she didn't recognise, were strewn haphazardly around
the room. A strange brassiere dangled from the bedpost, her
nightgown, untouched, was still folded neatly over the desk chair. A
white ankle sock lay over a pair of blue jeans crumpled at the foot
of the bed. Neither were hers.
Melissa took a deep breath and debated waking the woman, finding out
exactly what had taken place. The throbbing between her legs and the
tingling of her body told her exactly what she had done. Though she
had never shared her bed with a woman, she certainly knew the
signals, at least she thought she did. She self-consciously touched
herself between her legs, trying to confirm her activities from the
night before. She wasn't absolutely positive, but she certainly ached
in all the right places. It was hard to be positive with the
after-effects of the drinks. She might ache for a completely
different reason than the obvious. At least it was possible.
Melissa padded over to the desk and picked up a pen along with her
perfumed writing pad. Dear stranger sleeping in my bed, ... she
smiled ruefully at the thought. She lowered the pen back to the desk.
She didn't even know to whom to address a note, or whether she should
even leave the house. But she had to leave. She had to sort this out
before talking to the girl in her bed. Her aching head was in a whirl
of confusion and she wasn't thinking straight.
Barefoot, she padded over to her dresser and silently pulled out her
Spandex shorts and halter-top. She quickly donned the clothing and
padded back out to the living room. The clock there told her it was
5:28 AM, far too early to be up. The roosters wouldn't even be awake
yet. She sighed, knowing it would be useless to try and get back into
bed and sleep, especially with the girl there. Her head still pounded
like some over-eager conga drum player was alive and well in there.
***
She stepped through the sliding glass doors and onto the deck,
wincing at the early morning light. She gazed out over the water, the
morning sun still large and orange on the horizon. It glinted off the
still ocean as though the water was a sheet of glass. A small fish
jumped, breaking the mirrored blue surface, sending tiny ripples to
the ends of the earth.
Melissa took a deep breath, breathing in the salty air. With the
inrush of fresh air, her head was beginning to fade back into a
semblance of normalcy and her nausea had completely disappeared. Her
throat still felt scratchy, but she no longer wanted to kill the cat
for using it as a litter box.
The beach was silent as she descended down to the sand, using the
short flight of rough stairs. Not even the ever-present seagulls were
awake yet. Her bare feet felt the coolness of the sand, residual from
the cool of the night before, reassuring and close. Without thinking,
she began to run, her feet whispering through the sand, her thighs
and calves straining against the yielding surface.
Soon she was flying down the beach, her toes indenting the wet sand
by the water's edge. Her breathing slowly increased as her heart
pounded against her ribs. The effects of the drinks last night
diminished as though they had never been there. She ran until it
hurt. Her side throbbed with a stitch, and her body ached, but still
she ran, her hair flying out behind her in the wind that she had
created.
As she reached the end of the deserted beach, she finally allowed
herself to collapse. The pain flooded through her body as she
struggled to find her breath. Her legs and lungs were screaming
bloody murder at her as she fell to her knees in the sand.
Tears streamed down her face as she leaned forward, burying her
forehead in the sand. She wept there for some time, only partly from
the pain. She had no idea how long she knelt there, but when the
tears finally stopped, her breathing slowed and she rolled onto her
back staring up at the bright blue sky above her, the sun inexorably
climbing above the horizon.
***
She'd always been prone to over-reaction. It was probably why Steve
had left her, she thought bitterly. And probably why a stranger was
sleeping in her bed this morning.
She felt the tears surface again as she lay in the soft sand and
visions of Steve flitted across her mind. She savagely wiped at her
face with her fingers, blinking at the wetness. How often had they
made the run out here together in better times? They'd laughed, and
enjoyed each other's company. Steve was the one who had encouraged
her to run until it hurt. She hadn't quite known what he meant until
yesterday. She'd run until it hurt, and then kept running, hard and
fast. Up until yesterday, when they'd lain here panting together and
she had found out that hurt was a relative thing. Dammit ... she'd
been vulnerable, and secure, and feeling good for the first time in
years and it was right here - she prodded the sand with her finger -
right here when he had told her about his secretary. Twenty-four
short hours ago. And now she was alone.
Tears came again, unbidden. She had over-reacted like she always did
- hitting him, and cursing. Just like her. The side of herself that
she'd managed to bury for Steve for all these long months with him.
His face had been a mask of sorrow and pain. He hadn't wanted to hurt
her, hadn't kept it from her. He'd been honest with her, which was a
hell of a lot better than most guys she'd dated. It still hurt. How
the hell could he want another woman? What was wrong with her?
She pounded her fist into the sand beside her aching thigh as the
relentless pictures of herself continued beneath her closed eyelids.
She had fallen to her knees after he had avoided every futile swing
of her small fists, exhausting her already sore body. Pathetic. She
had cried, pushing him away when he tried to comfort her. She hadn't
wanted to cry, she simply had, not being able to help herself. The
tears had felt like rivers of fire, leaking from her eyes and tracing
down her cheeks to drip from her chin.
When she had finally raised her head and cleared her tears, he was
gone - only a small figure walking away from her in the distance, not
looking back. She had watched miserably as he disappeared down the
beach and out of her life forever. She didn't even know the
secretary's name. She didn't care. She had stared out at the circling
gulls for hours until she had dragged herself to her feet wearily and
walked through the shallow water back to her beach house. He had been
gone. Not even a note. Only the scent of his aftershave still wafting
across the calm air in the house to remind her of him.
***
The current tears eventually dried up. She chastised herself as she
sat up, brushing grains of sand from her arm and side. She carefully
wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood wearily to her bare feet.
The salty air tasted almost like her tears but in a lighter way.
It was over; she didn't even know where Steve was, or what he was
doing. But he wasn't coming back. Ever. She glanced down at her
finger. She ought to sell the thing, or find him and return it.
She wasn't in a charitable mood. Her head had begun to ache again as
soon as she stopped moving. She carefully worked the clear hard stone
from her left ring finger and weighed it in her hand. She stepped
down the beach until the water lapped over her toes.
Some oyster is going to love this, she thought to herself as she
watched the easy arc of the diamond before it splashed into the still
water and sank forever.
She felt a weight lift from her shoulders as the small stone
disappeared. A slight ache rippled through her heart, the loss of ten
months of her life, but she eventually turned away and splashed
gently through the warm ocean water as she slowly returned to her
home.
***
She sat on the bottom step leading up to the sundeck. Her bare toes
formed small circles in the sand. She intently watched the shallow
tracks in the sand rise and fall under the gentle guidance of her
feet. Her knees were pressed together and her hands rested easily on
them. She struggled to control her breathing; she had run the last
half of the journey back, running through the pain of already
over-exerted muscles.
"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" she asked herself in
a soft whisper.
She remembered calling Jean after she'd realised that Steve was never
coming back, and more importantly, realised that she didn't want him
to come back. Jean had collected her and they'd gone out. "To
forget," she had said. 'Forget' apparently being the operative word.
After the first noisy, smoky club it was a complete blur of people,
dancing, crying, laughter and alcohol. She vaguely recalled refusing
some marijuana at some point. Thank God. Her head would be splitting
if she'd indulged in that vice.
Her heart rate fell to a somewhat normal level, and she sighed. She
had no idea what time it was, but the sun had lifted a respectable
distance above the horizon.
She rose with an effort to her feet and climbed slowly up the stairs,
her fingers dragging on the handrail. The wood of the steps felt
suddenly rougher beneath her feet.
She took a deep breath as she slid open the deck doors. She had no
idea if her guest was awake, or if she was even still there. Anything
was possible. There was no sound, no sign that her bedmate remained
in the beachhouse.
Lucifer appeared slowly and gracefully, from the direction of the
kitchen. She gave her owner one of those baleful, half-accusatory
looks that felines are so good at. Her liquid eyes seemed to ask
exactly why she hadn't been allowed to sleep in with her owner as she
normally did. Oh. And by the way, where's my breakfast?
Melissa quickly opened some of Lucifer's favourite food, placing the
plate on the floor. She normally fed Lucifer before her morning run,
but this morning had been ... different. Melissa knew she'd regret
ignoring the creature this morning. Lucifer had a way of making her
displeasure known, hence her name. Lucifer, head held high, pranced
over, gave Melissa an about-time-too expression and settled herself
to eat.
Leaving Lucifer to her breakfast, Melissa padded quietly to the
bedroom and peeked in. The woman was still fast asleep, curled up and
breathing regularly. As the door opened the brunette head stirred,
moaned quietly but didn't quite wake.
Melissa softly shut the door and again chastised herself. She should
wake the woman up and get her out of here before ...
Before what? Steve comes home? Melissa sighed to herself as she
fought back the threatening tears.
She padded to the bathroom and slipped out of her jogging clothes,
letting them fall haphazardly to the bathroom tile. She flipped on
the hot water and stepped into the shower, standing under the sharp
spray and letting the clear steamy water soak away her aches and
pains.
***
As she emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head and
another around her body, she smelled coffee. She hadn't smelled
coffee in this house in months. Steve hadn't liked coffee and she was
indifferent so she had accepted his request not to smell it every
morning.
She inhaled, smelling a curious mixture of coffee, bacon, steam and
peach scented soap. She felt clean, and far better than she had when
she'd awakened at 5:28 AM.
Swallowing heavily, she padded out to the kitchen, leaning up against
the arch leading into the bright room. The sizzling of the bacon
masked any small sounds that her bare feet made, so the woman sitting
quietly at the kitchen table didn't notice her enter.
The woman was a brunette, but Melissa knew that already. Petite,
young, in her early twenties, she looked to have brown eyes and a
trim figure. She was engulfed in a white nightgown that looked like
it may have come from Melissa's closet. Melissa was simply thankful
that the girl had put on clothing at all. She was sitting, facing the
entrance, her brown eyes scanning the morning newspaper intently. Her
legs were crossed under the glass table, her right foot bare and
swinging gently as she read. As she moved to pick up her cup of
coffee, her eyes lifted and spied Melissa. A friendly smile
illuminated her features.
"Good morning," the girl spoke. Her voice was contralto, almost a
soft musical quality to it.
Melissa took a deep breath and moved into the room without answering
the girl. The girl's eyes followed her every movement, cautious and
uncertain. Melissa sat down across from the girl and folded her hands
gently over the glass of the table. She wished that she had dressed
before coming out here, but she had been dreadfully curious. Suddenly
she felt self-conscious of wearing only a towel in her own home.
"Can I get you some coffee?" the girl tried again, a bit of
nervousness, and perhaps bewilderment, entering her voice and face.
Melissa sighed to herself. She might not quite know what was going
on, but she could at least be civil.
"No, thank-you," Melissa replied quietly. Then she realised that she
had answered out of habit, she had been refusing coffee for the last
ten months because of Steve. Not because of her own desires. The girl
had lowered her eyes at the answer. Awkward.
"I can go if you want," the girl spoke quietly towards the table. She
looked suddenly fascinated by her bare feet under the glass, and
Melissa was almost sure that she detected a brightness to the girl's
eyes which could only be the beginnings of tears.
"On second thought, maybe I will have one with you," Melissa spoke a
little more gently. She moved to get up, but the girl was faster.
Melissa watched in silence as the girl poured her a cup of coffee
from the carafe. The girl looked up at Melissa questioningly.
"Cream ... no sugar," Melissa answered the unasked question.
She watched the girl move around the kitchen, finding the cream in
the refrigerator and stirring the mug. She placed the mug down beside
Melissa and then moved off to tend the bacon. The girl pulled the
bacon out of the pan with a knife and fork and dried it carefully on
a paper towel. She turned off the burner and returned to her seat,
her eyes fixed on Melissa.
Melissa savoured the rich coffee. It had been so long since she'd
enjoyed this simple pleasure. She glanced over the rim of the cup.
The girl was still watching her with her intense deep brown eyes.
"This is a bit awkward," the brunette spoke quietly. "I should go."
She began to rise from her seat.
Melissa lowered her cup to the table. The sound of it touching the
table sounded like a gunshot.
Melissa touched the girl's arm across the table, stopping her
movement.
Melissa took a deep breath. "I suppose if I've slept with you, I
should at least know who you are," she whispered. A red flush had
crept into her cheeks unbidden. She couldn't believe that she'd slept
with someone the day she had broken up with Steve. Much less that it
had been a woman. She wasn't a prude, but she'd never been attracted
to women before and still wasn't. At least she didn't think so.
The girl looked stunned and lowered herself back to the chair.
"You don't remember?" the girl asked quietly.
Melissa nibbled her lower lip, willing the tears back again, and
gently shook her head.
The girl pursed her lips, and rocked slowly back and forth in her
seat.
"Maybe then it is better if I just leave," she said softly.
Melissa swallowed heavily. "I need to know what happened. Who you
are. Please stay. At least have breakfast. You made it after all. I'm
not hurrying you out." She fought with herself, half wanting the girl
to go and forget her, half wanting to know everything.
The girl seemed indecisive. She bit her lower lip, running her teeth
along the skin there. She finally took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry that you don't remember. You ... you had a few drinks last
night."
"I know. My head knows it anyway," Melissa attempted a rueful smile.
The girl stuck her hand across the table, outstretched. "I'm Reane,"
she spoke softly. "We've been introduced before. I'm a friend of
Jean's, in case you don't remember."
Melissa hesitated for a moment and grasped the offered hand. It was
warm, strong and soft. "Melissa," she murmured. "I'm afraid that I
really don't remember. I'm sorry."
Reane smiled gently, the worry that Melissa wasn't going to shake her
hand disappearing from her features. "I know you don't. And it's
alright. I was expecting this to be a little awkward this morning.
I'm actually surprised that you didn't wake me up."
"What the hell hit me last night?" Melissa asked with a quiver in her
voice.
Reane smiled widely as she rose to her bare feet and began to heat
the stove again. Melissa watched the girl as she began to prepare the
eggs she had found in the fridge.
"Well, you already had had a few when I caught up with you," Reane
tossed over her shoulder. "But from what I remember you got hit by
three B-52's, three 747's, three beers, um Molson Canadian, I think,
three whiskey neat, and um, three Sex On The Beach. You liked the
number three for some reason which you wouldn't divulge. And you
liked the Sex On The Beach, too. Again, you wouldn't say why."
Melissa gasped. No wonder her head was aching this morning. She
rarely drank at all, much less mixed. She was surprised she hadn't
passed out. Maybe she had, for all she knew.
"I made a fool of myself." It was a statement, not a question.
Reane turned herself back to the stove, ignoring the statement.
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled," Melissa spoke softly, suddenly ashamed of herself as
Reane began to break eggs into a bowl.
Melissa's mind whirled. Never again, Melissa swore to herself. Never
again. Should have at least waited before getting drunk and sleeping
with a woman. Christ. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Reane placed a plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice in
front of Melissa. Steve had never once made her breakfast, much less
served it to her. Melissa watched and waited for Reane to bring her
own breakfast back and settle back into her seat.
They ate in silence, the clacks of the forks filling the void. The
breakfast was excellent, and Melissa was stunned to discover that she
was ravenous. She finished the food far before Reane who ate slowly
and daintily. Melissa watched the girl finish her breakfast and then
sat back.
Reane spoke softly. "I ... I'm not exactly sure what you think went
on last night ..."
"It's pretty clear, though, I'm sorry but I don't really remember it
all. Kind of a blur," Melissa finished the girl's train of thought.
Reane smiled softly. "I thought it might be a blur for you. I tend to
forget when I drink as well."
"What happened? No offence, but why are you here?" Melissa asked
quietly, inwardly cringing as Reane's easy smile fell a notch.
Reane took a small breath and let it out. "You really don't remember
... this is kind of embarrassing."
"I figured as much," Melissa commented with a slight flush crawling
up her cheeks.
"I wouldn't normally do this," Reane started. "I mean come home with
someone like yourself. At least not right off a big break up like you
apparently had. First of all, I'm not here to pressure you in any
way. I'm not like that. I begged Jean to find someone else."
"Someone else?"
"To take you home and take care of you. But you wouldn't go home with
any member of the male population ... understandably ... and I was
the only woman left other than Jean. Jean had to get home, one of her
children was sick. So I got elected, even though I thought it was a
bad idea."
Reane paused, thinking before she began to speak. "I ... I had to
help you into the cab. I don't drive. And out again. You ... um ...
were singing, a little."
"Singing?"
"Um, yeah ... something about raindrops falling from your eyes ...
sounded like it was out of the sixties. You actually weren't too
bad," Reane tried another friendly smile.
Melissa flushed.
Reane continued, "I brought you in and finally managed to get you
into bed. You claimed to be hot and kind of undressed."
"Kind of?"
"Well, yeah. You kind of threw your clothes around the bedroom. I had
already taken off your shoes for you. I tried to convince you to lie
down and sleep, but ..."
"I didn't want to. People tell me I don't respond well to suggestions
if I've had a few. I wasn't violent was I?"
Reane laughed a little. "You weren't violent, though I'm glad I'm not
Steve, whoever he is."
Melissa felt the sting of the tears before she could stop them. Reane
stopped her narrative, realising that she'd hit a nerve by mistake.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured.
"It's alright. I've already cried it out," Melissa mumbled, not
really believing it completely herself.
Reane took a deep breath and continued. "That's when things got a
little weird."
"Weird?" Melissa had some idea what weird meant.
"Yeah, you knelt up on the bed and announced that ... that you knew
that I was ... into girls. That Jean had told you. By the way, I'm
going to kill Jean for telling you that."
Melissa didn't remember Jean ever having said such a thing, or even
mentioning Reane's name before last night. Perhaps Jean had told her
last evening, during some sorority rite of turgid drinking.
"Anyway," Reane continued, trying to keep her voice steady, "you
announced that you wanted to have a little fun and that you wanted to
try it."
"I'm so sorry," Melissa mumbled, embarrassment flooding through her
veins.
Reane looked across the table at Melissa and tried to judge her state
of mind. Reane whispered quietly, "It wasn't completely unwelcome.
Jean, whenever she told you, didn't lie. And you are an attractive
woman." Melissa's face registered her shock. "Please don't take that
the wrong way. I understand. I've been dealing with that reaction all
my life and I don't mean to offend. I only mean it in a nice way."
"Oh my God," Melissa whispered as she realised that she actually had
done something last night. Up until now she'd been at least able to
have doubts. She wouldn't touch so much as wine ever again, as long
as she lived.
Reane's face clouded a little, perhaps in regret. "Don't 'Oh my God'
yet, Melissa. We didn't do anything. I swore to take care of you to
Jean, and damned if I wasn't going to. I sat in the chair in there
and calmed you down, fighting myself, and made you lie down.
Eventually, you did. I watched you sleep for a while until I couldn't
keep my eyes open any longer."
"But ..."
"I know. I wasn't exactly in the chair in the morning."
Melissa nodded, not quite sure what to think.
"I woke up an hour or so later by your clock. You were moaning,
having a nightmare or something. I gently woke you up, but you must
have been still feeling the effects of the alcohol. You cried for a
time while I held you. I don't think that you fully woke up. You
apologised to me ... sleepily ... and then told me not to sleep in
the chair. I was so damn tired. I know I shouldn't have, but I wasn't
thinking straight, I was half asleep as well. I took off my clothes
as I walked around the bed, and then climbed in. I think I was asleep
before my head hit the pillow. I know I shouldn't have, but honestly,
we didn't do anything. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not and feel good
about myself in the morning."
Reane reached across the table and gripped Melissa's hand in hers.
"Melissa. I'm sorry. I thought you knew."
Melissa swallowed and began to cry, partially in relief, partially in
shame, partially in gratitude.
"Thank-you," Melissa whispered.
"For what?"
"For not taking advantage of me, and for taking care of me."
Reane smiled. "You're welcome. Thanks for not hating me and letting
me stay for breakfast."
Melissa smiled through her tears.
***
The house felt empty after Reane changed and left. Melissa moped
around, feeling the absence of the ring that she had worn for three
of the last ten months. She missed that more than Steve.
The phone remained silent, despite her frequent glances at it. She
cleaned up and watched television without really paying attention.
Night had fallen without her even aware of the fact. Her body was
aware of it, though. The static from the television woke her at the
station sign off. She stretched and stumbled to bed.
Reane's scent still filled the pillow beside her, stronger by far
than Steve's. She breathed in the scent of clover and honey and
closed her eyes.
***
It had been a hard week, end of month, end of quarter, everyone had
wanted a piece of her. Friday night and she was frazzled already. No
date to look forward to, nothing but the television and perhaps Jean
coming over sometime on the weekend. It was seven when she'd finally
sorted out the incompetence in accounting. She'd escaped the office
before the next round of phone calls inundated her. Every red light
seemed to be against her, everybody on the road seemed to be turning
left in front of her. Melissa was ready to scream as she fought
through the early weekend traffic towards her beachhouse. Maybe she
would jog on the beach when she got home. It might remind her of
Steve again, but she needed to do something, or she would go crazy.
She was over Steve, anyway. The jerk had never even tried to call
her. Not that she would have talked to him.
A figure sat on the front porch as she pulled up the driveway. The
heat of the day wasn't helping her emotional state, and she wasn't in
the mood for visitors, or salesmen, and if it was Steve looking for
his forgotten toothbrush, God help him. She'd give it back to him,
but he wouldn't be comfortable.
She slammed the car door and walked swiftly up the steps. The figure
rose. Melissa's heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her
throat. A familiar flash of brown hair and a diminutive frame. Reane
stood from the wicker chair biting gently at her lower lip. Melissa
stood stock still on the top step and regarded the girl.
Reane spoke first in a quiet voice, taking in the frazzled woman in
front of her. "I'm sorry. I caught you at a bad time."
Melissa found her tongue. For some reason her stomach was in knots.
"It's ... it's alright. What are you doing here?"
Reane looked pained, as though she really didn't know why she was
here.
"I ... I wanted to see if you were alright." She took a deep breath.
"Jean wouldn't give me your number, and I didn't even know your last
name. I knew where you lived though," Reane tried a weak smile.
"I'm fine." Melissa walked slowly across the porch and fit her key
into the lock. The snick of the key turning broke through the
silence.
Reane looked nervous and pained. "I should go. Should have listened
to Jean. I'm sorry for intruding." She began to walk slowly towards
the steps, her head bent slightly.
Melissa gathered her breath, not sure what she was doing, and called
to Reane, softly.
"Reane? Can I call you a cab, or something?"
Reane turned slowly at the bottom step, looking up at Melissa. "I'll
be alright. Thanks anyway. I don't live far." She turned and began to
walk down the concrete flagstones to the driveway.
"Reane?" The girl turned again at the bottom of the driveway, her
eyes looking a little dejected in the evening sun. "My last name is
Nichols."
Melissa watched as the girl turned left at the bottom of the driveway
and disappeared down the sidewalk. Melissa opened her door and
stepped inside. She almost called out Steve's name, and then caught
herself. She felt like having a stiff drink, but refrained, settling
in to watch a Seinfeld re-run. She would order a pizza later; she
didn't feel like cooking and wasn't particularly hungry yet.
***
The phone rang, startling her. The phone had been unusually quiet at
night since Steve had left. She took a deep breath. If it was Steve,
she didn't know what she'd say. He hadn't called in the week since
he'd left, and she didn't expect him to, but he was still the most
likely caller. She debated letting the machine pick it up.
While she was debating with herself, hand over the receiver, the
machine took her decision from her. A female voice sprang from the
tinny speaker.
"Come on, pick up, Melissa. It's not Steve."
Melissa brightened quickly and picked up the receiver, her finger
switching off the machine before the feedback kicked her in the ear.
"Jean!"
"You moping around?"
Melissa considered lying, but refrained. "Yeah."
"Seinfeld?"
"What do you think?"
"Making you laugh?"
"Not a whit."
"You want to come out with the girls?" Jean asked.
"Is there alcohol involved?"
"What do you think? There has to be with us putting up with our
husbands all day," Jean joked lightly.
"I'm not drinking. I'm still hung over from last weekend," Melissa's
head still felt a bit fuzzy and it had been a full week since Steve's
abrupt departure.
"Well, come on out anyway, you need it."
There was never any doubt; she had to get out, even with a bunch of
drunk married women. "I'll tag along."
"Good stuff. Be there around nine."
Just enough time for a shower. Finally, Melissa had some purpose for
the first time all week. She jumped off the couch, pulling off her
office clothes in preparation for her shower before she had even left
the living room. Seinfeld bantered with Kramer for the empty room.
***
The club was smoky and noisy and full of men and women itching for
each other. Every slow song had the dance floor packed. Alcohol was
flowing freely, and Melissa had already fended off three drunken
idiots. She had no interest in men tonight. It was times like these
that she really missed Steve. They used to dance all night together,
and when she was with Steve she had never been approached by strange
drunkards. Jean sat with Melissa across the table. Jean had tried to
engage conversation over the bar music a number of times, but Melissa
wasn't in the mood to shout over the music or talk. She just watched
the people and nursed her Sprite as Jean talked animatedly to another
married friend who was sitting closer to her on the left side of the
table. Melissa watched as Jean sipped at her fourth Pina Colada. The
married friend, who had never been properly introduced to her, downed
another beer in one long swallow.
Melissa was faced towards the door as a familiar face entered the
club and paid the cover charge. The brunette walked across the dance
floor, spinning easily around the gyrating people. She finally
settled across the table beside Jean. She waved a hello to Melissa
and then sat back watching the people, declining to be drawn into
conversation with Jean, and refusing the offer of a drink. Jean
shrugged and continued some diatribe against husbands with her
married friend.
***
Around midnight, Jean and her friend rose unsteadily to their feet.
They began a weaving gait towards the front entrance of the club,
arms around one another and laughing hysterically.
Melissa sighed, knowing that she was the designated driver tonight.
It hadn't been her choice or by any agreement. She simply was the
only one with a driver's license that was drinking only Sprite. Reane
rose with a knowing look and helped Melissa guide the other two women
to the door and out to Jean's BMW. She hadn't spoken two words to
Reane all night, but perhaps that was because the music had been so
loud.
Reane grunted as she buckled Jean into the passenger seat amidst a
few protests as to Jean's ability to drive. Melissa safely had the
keys, so it didn't matter how sober Jean claimed to be. Melissa
finished putting on the seatbelt for the other woman. She
straightened and leaned on the roof of the car, breathing heavily.
Reane, also breathing hard, did the same.
"Guess I'll walk," Reane spoke over the roof.
"Don't be silly, I'll drop you home."
"You sure?"
"Shouldn't be out walking alone at this time of night."
"I do it all the time. Not much choice."
"Get in," Melissa admonished. Reane grinned and slipped into the back
seat where she immediately got sucked into an incoherent and
partially slurred discussion of why children should be seen and not
heard.
Melissa, eventually, got directions to the other woman's house,
waiting and making sure she stumbled inside alright. Then she dropped
off Jean, sighing as she locked up the car. Jean had begged to be
taken home next and had disappeared quickly inside with some hasty
slurred comment about how her back teeth were floating. Melissa
seriously doubted if Jean was coming back out. Melissa dropped the
keys in Jean's mailbox and leaned over the roof of the red BMW. She
didn't have to walk far to get home, and despite her words to Reane
earlier, the streets were relatively safe in this neighbourhood. And
a walk would do her good.
"We never got a chance to talk," remarked Reane over the car.
"I know. Just had a lot on my mind, tonight."
"Care to talk about it?" Reane asked quietly. "I'm a good listener
and I think we're walking in the same direction."
Melissa nodded, weary and tired. They began to walk through the humid
air, the sounds of their footfalls the only sound in the quiet
neighbourhood. They never did talk.
***
Melissa was silently crying as they approached the beachhouse, but at
least the memory of Steve was fading considerably. Reane didn't seem
to mind the quiet tears, and didn't press Melissa. She helped Melissa
open her door. The door swung open gently, the doorknob knocking at
the wall behind.
"I guess I should invite you in. I'm sorry for not inviting you in
earlier," Melissa spoke quietly, wiping away the last of the tears.
"I understand. And I'll understand if you don't invite me in now
either," Reane gazed up at Melissa from the first step of the porch.
"But I don't bite, you know. I'd like to be friends at least, if we
are going to have to drive drunken friends home together with any
frequency. With Jean ... it could be a possibility."
Melissa stood framed in the doorway, leaning on it easily looking
out. A smile graced her lips at Reane's easy banter. Jean accepted
the girl for who she was. But Jean wasn't single, either, nor had she
shared her bed with the girl. It was easy to accept her under those
conditions. Nobody to label her a lesbian. Melissa idly wondered if
Reane had told anyone about that bizarre night. Probably not. The
light of the moon softly lit the front yard.
"Come on. I'll make some coffee and we can take it out to the beach,"
Melissa spoke with some trepidation.
Reane smiled gently and stepped back up onto the porch.
***
The strong aroma of the coffee drifted across the beach as the two
women walked across the sand through the pooling moonlight. Their
shoes were back at the house; their bare feet whispered across the
white sand.
Reane sat down abruptly, working her toes into the warm sand. Melissa
sat down easily beside her leaning back on her hands. The half moon
glowed silently above the waves.
"I really wanted to ask you to dance, tonight," Reane spoke softly.
Melissa turned to gaze into Reane's eyes. "I couldn't have," she
spoke softly and sipped at her coffee.
There was a slight pause as Reane turned back to the ocean. "I feel
... torn. It's been a long time for me, but I don't want to push you.
I want to let you know how I feel, and yet I don't. I probably
shouldn't have said anything. I don't want to make you feel awkward.
If you are uncomfortable with anything, please just tell me. Okay? I
... I really don't know what I'm doing here at all. And I won't be
offended."
"You aren't making me uncomfortable at all. I'm a big girl. I can
take care of myself."
"I didn't mind taking care of you," Reane spoke to the ocean.
Melissa took a deep breath and fought down the butterflies suddenly
fluttering in her stomach. Her and Steve had never shared coffee on
the beach. He had never offered to talk when they walked home from
Jean's. Fact was, he disliked Jean. And most of all, he'd never made
her breakfast. Why had she even agreed to marry him? Over-reacted to
the bent knee approach, she supposed. Caught up in the moment?
Was this over-reacting? Inviting Reane out here into her private
sanctuary? Like she had Steve? No ... she had taken Steve into her
bed the first night. She had refused to even think about Reane for a
week. Even though the girl was likeable, and had done nothing to her
except offer her support. More than Jean even had.
She gently touched Reane's shoulder. Reane turned, seeing the look in
Melissa's eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure. No. But I'm not drunk, I'm not high, and I'm feeling
like maybe I should be here. With you. It ... somehow feels right."
Reane gently leaned forward, never letting her eyes waver from
Melissa and softly kissed her.
Reane backed away and looked questioningly at Melissa. Melissa had
felt the electricity of the kiss tingle through her senses as it
never had with Steve. Melissa opened her eyes and gave Reane a gentle
smile. Then she fell to her hands and knees and offered her lips to
Reane again. This time, the kiss sent shock waves through her system,
flooding her with tingles and pleasant vibrations. She could feel her
body reacting, needing comfort, needing this.
The waves lapped at the shore as the women embraced, still kissing
and nervously laughing together. Melissa felt her hands touching the
unfamiliar female body beside her, touching breasts, hips, and belly
through Reane's light clothing. She could feel the soft sensations of
her top being unbuttoned and slipping down her arms, fluttering to
the sand. Her shorts and underwear slipped from her legs as she dove
to catch Reane, sitting and laughing gently in the sand. Reane
allowed her clothing to fall to the sand at the insistence of
Melissa's fingers. Melissa shivered as her bare skin touched the
girl, felt the new and different fingers lightly pinching at her
swollen nipples. She felt free for the first time in a long time as
the fingers teased her. A soft tongue licked playfully at her
nipples, soft fingers tracing down her belly, finding her folds,
teasing her as she arched against the sand. She gasped as Reane found
her centre with her fingers. The urgency built in her as the slender
fingers circled her twice and entered her gently. She could feel the
long sharp nails as they slid past her entrance. She squirmed beneath
the touch, moaning quietly, wanting to kiss. Reane seemed to know
exactly what to do, knew Melissa inside and out, naturally, somehow.
The kiss came to her lips as another electric pulse shook her, as
Reane's fingers found her swollen clitoris again. The salty air mixed
with her tears as she cried out, her muscles contracting as one. She
arched, feeling the fingers enter her again, filling her, the light
pressure still teasing her clitoris.
She came down, satisfied and weak. She moaned and gently pushed
Reane's fingers from her breasts and vagina. The girl sat back and
watched Melissa as she fought her breath under control. Finally
Melissa opened her eyes and smiled at the brunette girl sitting nude
beside her in the sand.
"I'm afraid that I don't ..." Melissa whispered miserably.
Reane smiled gently in the darkness. "Know how to do me?" Reane
finished the thought.
Melissa felt the tears stinging her eyes again. She nodded miserably.
Reane smiled gently. "It's alright, Melissa. You do know how. Just do
what I did for you. We can experiment later, if you want. If it's
because you don't want to, that's fine too. I can take care of myself
later." There was no sense of guilt or regret in her soft musical
voice.
Melissa almost cried. She couldn't remember the last lover she had
had that only cared for her pleasure. She didn't think there ever had
been one.
She took a deep breath, remembering the intense climax that Reane had
given to her. She rolled onto her side and carefully motioned Reane
to the sand. She shushed her as Reane began to softly protest.
The intensity of the tingles didn't diminish with her past climax.
Melissa still felt them as she gently kissed the girl. She'd
masturbated many times between loves and before she'd met Steve, so
she knew at least what to do. Her fingers easily found Reane's
breasts, gently rubbing the erect nipples. She kissed away Reane's
gasps. She teased the girl as best she could, finding her sensitive
spots as though she was born to know them. Slowly, she found where
Reane wanted her, entering her, withdrawing, slowly circling the
swollen clitoris at her centre. Reane was very ready, very wet,
gasping and pushing against the light friction of Melissa's
fingertips. It didn't take Melissa long to find the rhythm of Reane's
body. The brunette climaxed quickly and heavily, biting her lip as
she fell over the edge. Her body arched, straining and crying out the
single word, "Yessss!" across the smiling ocean.
Reane's bare body relaxed, finding her peace, hair splayed out across
the white sand beneath her, her eyes still closed. Melissa kissed
Reane's closed lids with a sense of regret for a life left behind and
a growing excitement for a life just beginning and the eagerness of
sharing. Reane smiled up at her and gently kissed Melissa's lips.
Shocks.
Slowly they rose to their bare feet and walked hand in hand back to
the beach house, leaving their discarded clothing forgotten in the
sand.
***
Her eyes fluttered open with a groan as the first rays of dawn broke
over the horizon and warmed her face through her bedroom window. She
blinked her eyes slowly, waiting for the scratchiness of sleep to
fade from beneath her lids. She half expected to feel her head
pounding and her stomach deep in heavy nausea. Such strange dreams,
such undeniable pleasures. The soft purring that wasn't Lucifer
touched softly her ear. She turned her head slowly, smiling at the
gentle angelic face framed by the morning sun. Her brunette lover
stirred but didn't wake.
She tried to turn over and smiled at the now familiar weight of
Reane's hand cupping her breast. Gently, she lifted the small hand
from her chest and slipped quietly out of bed. She watched Reane
sleep for a few minutes and then gathered her running clothes.
She wondered if breakfast would be ready for her when she stepped
from her shower or if she would make it this morning for Reane. The
sun was greeting a new day as she stepped barefoot onto the cool
sand. She glanced up at her window, thought she saw a sleepy face and
a hand waving, and then set out to run until it hurt. She didn't
think it would hurt nearly as much this morning.
|
When Katie asked if I would write something for the Romance
Festival, my first reaction was a regretful negative. I don't
write this way -- cannot. My writing doesn't flow from requests,
but from within. I shrugged, and continued on.
But then, it began to haunt me. Not so much because of Katie,
though I appreciate her loyalty, and her kind comments,
but because I needed to write something -- romantic. I don't
know if it was merely the suggestion, or merely because the
images began to haunt me. Either way, "When Angels Meet Angels"
is the result. It is, perhaps, long for the Equinox Festival,
but c'est la vie. Stories are as they are. I cannot direct
my Muse any more than I can ignore her. And she seems to
enjoy ignoring rules whenever possible.
"When Angels Meet Angels" makes some references to Inverness.
I think the story does stand on its own, but if
you'd like to understand more about Inverness, and how it
fits into the story, read "Inverness" (surprise). It is
available on my website(s).
The following story is nominally erotica. It contains scenes
of nudity, sex outside of a standard bedroom setting, and
between members of the same gender. If this is offensive to
you (why are you here?), then kindly skip this story and check
out Disney, or something. If you are too young to read smut,
though I'm not sure this qualifies, still pass on by.
Having said that, please note that the following story isn't
overly explicit. Those of you who have read my stories before,
know that I don't write that way. We all know how slippery
hydraulics work, and we all have our own imaginations (oh,
do we!). Anyway, if you are expecting descriptions of huge
naked breasts, and equally supersized penises, you might want
to pass this story on by -- these things are not
described within. I won't be offended if you don't like
my writing.
Denny kindly, and generously, proof-read, though if there are
errors, I can only be held accountable. Theoretically, I should
know how to write by now. Thanks, Denny.
Please don't redistribute this story in any manner without
consulting with me first. I may give permission, I may not.
Depends on the use.
If any of you are still with me, then please read on.
I can be contacted with comments, questions, or simple rants,
at [email protected]. I appreciate feedback, and
correspondence.
- Crimson
http://www.asstr.org/~Crimson_Dragon
http://members.tripod.com/~Dragon_Of_Crimson
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When Angels Meet Angels
[FF, rom, beach]
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(c) Copyright May-June 2002
Crimson Dragon ([email protected])
All Rights Reserved
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"You really don't remember, do you?"
Alison glanced up from her drink and eyed the big man behind
the bar. He smiled at her, and as a force of habit, she smiled
back.
"Remember what?" she asked, raising her voice slightly above
the overall background noise. As if to emphasise her point,
she shrugged her shoulders, and sipped again at the glass of
wine. Its amber sweetness touched her senses, vague memories
beginning to resurface, as if at the big man's suggestion. She
tried to grasp at the images, but they flittered away like
elusive butterflies.
CL shrugged, and turned from Alison, gathering up glasses from
the wet surface of the bar as he moved away. Alison allowed a
shallow frown to crease her brow.
"Remember what?" she asked herself.
Fleeting images teased her. Castles. Blonde hair smelling of clover.
Bonfires and feasts. Singing upon a huge stage. Magic.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. Too much mead, perhaps.
It had been ages since she'd drunk mead, but tonight had seemed
-- appropriate somehow.
She thought back. She rarely ventured from her apartment,
preferring the quiet introspection of a good story.
At night, she would sit in her comfortable chair under the
single halogen bulb, and read. She didn't remember why she
had come here, to the Portal, on this night. It seemed
natural, though, and the big bartender seemed to remember
her, even if it had been months since she'd stepped into
the hazy club. He seemed familiar, like an old, lost, friend.
"Inverness," he said. She looked up from her fingers, startled.
"What?"
"Inverness. That's what you are trying to remember." He
gazed at her, as if his words should make more sense than
they did.
For a moment, the bartender appeared more familiar, seemingly
out of place behind the bar. Instead of a bottle of vodka, a
torch -- the torchbearer's torch -- flickered in his paw of
a hand. She blinked, and the image faded into the smoky
atmosphere of the Portal.
"Scotland?" she said, feeling dopey as soon as the word had
passed her lips. She knew he was going to shake his head with
an enigmatic smile, and as if on cue, he did. Damn it, why couldn't
she remember? Why was Inverness so damn familiar to her?
She watched as the burly bartender moved off again, to deal
with other customers. She swivelled on her chair, hooking her
toes around the legs. Her eyes were drawn to the stage. The
normally tone-deaf karaoke singers had been replaced by two
women. Alison's breath caught for a moment. The two women seemed
so --- familiar, and yet not so. Inverness? Had she been to
a place called Inverness? Castles? Festivals? Sex?
Her breasts tingled for a moment, as if her body remembered
more than her mind.
She shook her head.
The music cranked up and the petite blonde girl began singing
"Crazy 'bout a Mercury" frenetically on stage. Her voice merged
well with the music, and it touched another faint chord within
Alison. The taller redhead stood beside, smiling, and moving
gently to the music.
Below the stage, the crowd danced to the old sixties tune,
as if following in the footsteps of the blonde.
As the blonde finished her set, perspiration dotting her
brow, the music segued, and slowed, as the redhead put her
lips to the microphone. Soft sound quieted the bar.
Alison glanced around. All eyes rested upon the redhead,
almost as if her voice commanded attention. Alison returned
her own eyes back to centre stage.
"You are the Angel of the morning, Angel ..."
The music twinged another memory, this one closer and more
real. A beach, and another girl in diaphanous white. Sands. And
secrets. For a moment, she could almost taste the salt in the
air, the Academy hauntingly near.
A touch to Alison's shoulder tore her eyes from the tall
girl. The redhead seemed even more familiar than the blonde
girl, the words of her song flowing over Alison like a gentle
wave. She was so sure that she knew the singer, from somewhere.
(Inverness?)
"Care to dance?"
The man was tall, dark and handsome. Alison sipped at her
mead, surprised that the glass was empty. She glanced at
CL, who merely smiled and waved at her, as if to say:
"Don't be stupid, dance with him."
And so she did, her arms easily encircling his neck.
In return, his arms encircled her waist, comfortingly and
close. Together, they turned slowly amongst the
heated crowd below the stage. He moved gracefully to
the music, and she found it easy to follow.
The music had stopped before Alison realised that the
dance was over. She released her partner.
(I don't even know his name.)
(It's Denny, but it doesn't matter.)
"Thank-you," he said with a smile. He looked vaguely
familiar to Alison as well, but before she could respond,
he had disappeared into the living crowd. The tall redhead had
melted off the stage, almost as if she were so much smoke
dissipating into the night. The blonde had joined the crowd,
spinning, arms outstretched in the front of the stage. A
circle of dancers surrounded the girl. For a moment, Alison
was sure that the girl danced there without her clothing, but
as she blinked, the girl's blouse reappeared, billowing about
her lithe form. Alison glanced around, and with a sigh, snaked
her way through the crowd now dancing to the techno-beat of
TransX, returning to her seat at the bar. She signalled for another
mead, and then sipped at it slowly.
(Mead is dangerous. Sip, my dear, sip.)
"Have you remembered, yet?"
Alison looked up, suddenly weary.
"Inverness?"
He smiled, but she shook her head slowly. He touched her hand,
and the touch seemed familiar and warm against her skin. Her
senses seemed heightened, as if in anticipation of something.
"You will, torchbearer, you will." He wandered off down the
bar.
She sighed again, and watched the crowd. Memory refused to
indulge her.
<---===***===--->
She thrust a few bills over the seat towards the driver.
"Change?" he asked.
Alison shook her head. "Keep it," she murmured. She had no idea
how much she had given him, but his smile in the rear view
mirror told her it may have been a little much. She didn't
care.
She glanced at her wrist watch. For a moment, it seemed
to hesitate, then it stumbled back into motion. She blinked,
but the world still seemed to tick along as it always did.
Normally, she wouldn't be awake at two o'clock, but there was
something about this night. Something.
Dimly, she heard the taxi door slam, and the car accelerate as
it left her standing lonely on the curb. Across the street,
the tall redhead from the Portal stood watching her. Alison
raised her hand, blinked, but the girl was gone -- again,
as if a puff of wind had blown away so much smoke.
Alison shook her head, and wearily climbed the stairs,
unlocked the door, and stumbled upstairs to her small
apartment.
<---===***===--->
A shower had been necessary. The stink of stale cigarette
smoke hung in her hair, and on her clothing, like static
cling. Her eyes wept with the sting of the cancer
sticks. Under the falling rain of warm water, her hair hung
in damp strings from her scalp, caressing her shoulders.
With a sigh, she stepped from the tiny enclosure.
She stood, naked and shivering, in front of the mirror.
On the desk beside her, her pyjamas waited. After a moment,
she slipped the tops of her pyjamas over her bare skin, and drew
the pants over her legs. Normally, she wouldn't bother with
sleeping attire, especially when her eyes refused to stay open
any longer, but she had the uncomfortable feeling that there were
eyes here. Somewhere. Watching her.
The drapes were drawn, and the room only illuminated by a
single bedside lamp. She sighed.
(Silly girl. Who'd be watching you?)
(The Dragon)
(Who?)
She shook her head slowly, and climbed between the sheets,
shivering until her body had warmed the bed. At the touch of her
fingers, the lamp clicked off, plunging the room into eerie
semi-darkness, only lit by a single beam of light between the
curtains from the ever-present street lamp outside her window.
She was asleep even before her head touched the pillow,
her breathing soft and relaxed. The street light's
rays slashed across her cheek, kissing her goodnight.
Unnoticed, a small pile of sand upon her bedstand shifted
slightly, almost swirling like pixie dust, as her soft breathing
ran tendrils of air over its surface.
<---===***===--->
"Alison?"
Alison murmured something incoherent in her sleep, turning
over.
"Alison?"
The girl moaned, and threw an extra pillow across her
ears, burying her head beneath.
"It's not a school day, Claire. Jeez," Alison murmured
sleepily. After a moment, her breathing returned to a gentle
but steady rhythm.
"Alison. It's time to go. You'll miss her, if you don't hurry."
The soft feminine voice finally penetrated into Alison's sleep
clouded mind, and she slowly sat up, the covers falling from
her chest to pool in her lap. She blinked, her eyes grainy and
aching.
(How much mead did I drink?)
The answer came swiftly, almost as if it hadn't originated from
her own mind.
(Not enough, Alison. Not enough.)
Alison swallowed, her throat raspy.
"Who's there?" she whispered. Her heart began to beat more
insistently in her chest. But it wasn't fear. The feminine
voice sounded familiar, and soothing -- nothing like the
more masculine tones that would have sparked panic.
A shadow shifted near the mirror, and Alison caught her
breath.
The tall redhead stepped into view, the gentle shaft of
street lamp touching her lower legs and thighs, illuminated
bare feet below a white hem. But it was her. There was no
mistaking the voice, nor the girl.
And she was familiar. Perhaps it was her dreams, perhaps it
was her unconscious mind, but suddenly she knew.
"Crimson?" Alison whispered. She pushed herself further back
towards the headboard.
"You are starting to remember. It's difficult the first few
times. Most think it was a dream."
"Inverness?"
"Inverness."
Alison swung her legs from the bed, her feet bare and
cool upon the parquet. She stepped towards the tall
girl. As she approached, the girl shimmered, shifting from
female to male, and then to a creature with crimson scales.
Alison blinked, and the girl returned, standing easily,
her body draped in diaphanous white, her red hair
curled about her shoulders. Alison's heart ached in
her chest.
"We're going back," Alison said. "To Inverness? You came
for me?" The Dragon smiled gently, without answering.
"It's too early. Equinox is tomorrow."
"If you don't want to go, I cannot make you," the red-haired
girl said, her voice musical.
Alison stepped closer, the girl's features becoming more
clear, more distinct, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light.
Images flittered through her mind. Castles. Stolen kisses.
Beaches. Portals. Fields of clover. She tried to grasp at
them, but they again skittered from her. Her body again
remembered, and her breasts tingled. She cocked her head
to the side.
"You are remembering," Crimson said, her voice slow.
"That song. The one you sang on stage, that was for me,
wasn't it?" Crimson nodded slowly. "I cannot replace her,
but you need to let her go."
Alison nodded. Suddenly, more images flooded her. Another
night, a bad night. After her break-up, and Crimson, male
then, had sat with her, given her Inverness. Her heart
skipped another beat, and the truth of it sank into her.
"You know I might love you. I couldn't tell you last time."
"You do remember. But do you also remember that I am not for
you? I cannot."
Tears threatened, even if Alison didn't understand why,
but she nodded anyway.
Crimson's lips were soft, and yet burning, as they touched
Alison's cheek. The kiss was chaste, no more implied, nor taken,
but her nerves jangled, driving unusual desire into her -- her
breasts, between her legs. Her breath came in gasps.
"It's time to go. The Festival is tomorrow, but tonight it is
only for two."
"You and me?"
Slowly, Crimson shook her head, her hair glimmering in the
dim light. "Not I, but you. And one other."
"Who?"
"You will know her."
It didn't make sense to Alison, but she stepped backwards,
her feet whispering across the floor. When she turned,
heatless blue fire opened in a ring a few centimetres from
the floorboards.
She approached the portal, her fingers touching the blue
light, passing through it, and not emerging from the other
side.
"What's on the other side?" she whispered. "Inverness?"
Crimson laughed gently, her voice musical upon the air.
The air seemed to carry an electric charge, making Alison's
hair rise upon her arms and legs and at the nape of her neck.
"Not Inverness, not as you know it."
"What's beyond, then?"
"The Angel of the Morning."
Slowly, Alison turned. Crimson smiled at her, waving her
on. Without another word, Alison made up her mind, stepping
decisively into the blue flames. The portal engulfed her,
and then she was falling. Falling forever.
The blue flames intensified for a moment, in Alison's bedroom,
and then slowly collapsed. The sand upon her bedside sighed,
and swirled, almost as if the girl remained in her bed, softly
breathing, tendrils of breath caressing it like pixie dust.
<---===***===--->
Warm sand pressed into her cheek, the familiar sound of waves gently
breaking against beach kissing her ears. Her eyes fluttered open,
as she gasped in salty air.
(Where the hell am I??)
A feminine voice rode the sea breeze, softly singing:
"... Angel of the Morning, Angel. Just touch my cheek before you
leave me, baby ..."
Alison wearily lifted her head from the sand, her eyes searching
across the tiny dunes of windswept ridges. Slowly, she sat up.
The air was warmer here, thankfully, her thin pyjamas more than
sufficient for the new climate. She took stock of her body.
Her arms and legs ached, as if she'd fallen into a bed of
soft sand -- which she supposed that she had. Nothing seemed
broken, only aches permeated her limbs.
Slowly, she pushed herself to her bare feet. The sand sighed
under her toes. She stepped towards the surf.
The moon seemed large, larger by far than a harvest moon,
hung like a great disk hovering above the gentle waves.
Its light danced across a million waves.
"... then slowly turn away ..."
Alison turned slowly, her eyes finding the shadow of the Dragon,
sitting cross-legged under a palm. Red hair spilled over the
Dragon's shoulders, contrasting in the moonlight with the simple
white shift gracing the girl's body. Alison's feet left a trail
as she approached the softly singing Dragon. As she approached,
Crimson looked up, her eyes smiling, sparkling in the faint
light of the moon.
<---===***===--->
The sand was warm beneath her bottom as Alison sat across from
the singing Dragon, her feet crossed in front of her.
"... I see no need to take me home. I'm old enough to face the dawn ..."
After a moment, Crimson looked up. Tears shone in her eyes, but
didn't fall. Alison remained quiet, watching the girl until
she spoke.
"She's coming," Crimson said.
Alison didn't quite know what to make of that. Her fingers played
with the hem of her pyjamas, which fluttered in the breeze.
"You could have let me change," Alison said quietly.
Crimson shrugged, a smile forming about her lips.
"You won't need them much longer."
Alison shivered despite the humid heat of the night. That sounded
somewhat ominous, but she didn't press further for details. What
would be, would be. Her fingers dropped to play with the sand,
instead of her meagre clothing.
"Why am I here?"
"She comes," Crimson said again.
Straining her ears, Alison could hear another girl's voice
singing, the words floating along the beach, though she couldn't
quite make out the tune for the gentle patter of the surf. She glanced up
the expanse of sand, but no figure appeared. She turned back
towards Crimson.
"Why am I here?" Alison repeated.
"Because you need to be."
"It's not Equinox, not yet."
Crimson shook her head, her red tresses gathering then
parting at her white clad shoulders.
"No, it's not."
"What is this place? It's not Inverness, is it?"
Crimson sighed, leaning back on her hands. Her breasts pushed
gently at the white fabric of her tunic. Alison thought that
she could detect the gentle rise of Crimson's nipples beneath
the sheer material.
"It is all Inverness, Alison."
Alison coughed, allowing a puzzled look to grace her features.
Crimson continued, her voice low. "We escape here."
"Where is here? And don't say Inverness, or I'll hit you."
Crimson smiled. "Are you sure I wouldn't like that?"
Alison flushed, but instead of raising her hand, laughed.
"No. I'm not." She paused. "Where am I this time?"
"An island. Me and you and Mercury. Soon to be only you
and Mercury."
"Who ..."
"You'll remember her, methinks."
Alison strained her mind, a flash of blonde hair emerging from
the mists, only to disappear.
"Mercury."
"A beach. Moonlight. Surf. Salt. Sand. Mercury."
"You created this place," Alison said, more a statement than a
question.
Crimson nodded. "I did. When the sun rises, on the last day of
spring, it will dazzle. Until then, the beach is yours."
"Why do you write?"
"Writing is part of me," Crimson said easily. She pushed herself
to her bare feet, the tunic swirling about her body. "I can no
better stop writing than to stop breathing. And to stop writing
is probably to stop breathing. For me."
"Why bring me here?"
"Because you wanted to come. You stepped through the portal.
You fell through, and tumbled to the sand. I never forced
you to do that. You came because you wanted to."
Alison nodded slowly. She, too, rose, her feet light upon the
sand. The two girls descended to the water's edge, where
small waves lapped at their toes. Luminescent sea creatures
danced beneath the waves.
They fell quiet for a moment, watching the wind and the moon.
Without thought, Alison's hand entwined with Crimson's.
"I am not for you, you know ..." Crimson whispered. But she
didn't pull her hand from Alison's.
Another voice floated again across the currents of air along
the beach. This time, the words were more distinct, and
happy.
"... I'm crazy 'bout a Mercury ..."
Alison turned towards the sound, but the girl singing remained
out of sight behind the cover of darkness. She turned back towards
Crimson.
"I want to kiss you," Alison said suddenly.
For a moment, she thought that the Dragon would balk. She couldn't
remember, not fully, but everything in her being cried out that
the Dragon was not for her -- no matter how much she might want
her.
Instead, Crimson bent, and gently touched Alison's lips
with her own. Tingles raced through Alison's nerves, and her
breath fell between her lips in a quick rush.
"Thank you," Alison whispered. But there was no reply. Only the
haunting voice upon the wind.
"... cruise it up and down the road ..."
Smiling, Alison turned again. This time, a figure in white
was visible, slowly walking down the water's edge, bare feet
whispering through the waves. The girl was familiar, her
blonde hair billowing about her face, obscuring it from
Alison's view. The girl walked slowly, almost as if she were
dancing, her voice serene upon the wind. A flash of the girl
naked, reclining in hay in a loft far away, flitted through
Alison's memory. She smiled as the girl approached.
Her body was hidden, barely, by the sheer diaphanous material
swirling about her legs. Where the garment touched the sea,
it shimmered with moisture. The girl's bare feet nearly
floated above the wet sand.
When the girl looked up, Alison gasped, full recognition slamming
into her mind.
"Oh, my, God ... Mercury ... how could I forget?"
She ran, then, feeling her fingers slip easily from Crimson's.
Mercury's body was warm and soft under Alison's embrace.
Both girls were laughing as they hugged.
"You didn't forget, Alison. We just faded. It happens.
Happens to Janey, too."
(Janey. The reluctant Queen.)
Slowly, Alison disentangled herself from the girl. Moonlight
shone upon her features, bathing the blonde in phosphorescence.
"It's been so long."
"It's almost Equinox," Mercury said. "I'm crazy 'bout a Mercury."
Alison turned, then. Crimson raised one long fingered hand,
and the nails glimmered for a moment. The tall girl smiled
once, and waved. Alison waved back, and blinked back a tear.
In the space of that blink, the Dragon shimmered off the
island, replaced by sparkles of crimson light.
"She'll be back. Or we won't be able to leave," Mercury
murmured in Alison's ear. "But I'm glad you're still
around. You still believe."
Confused, Alison turned. Almost without thinking, she entwined
her fingers in Mercury's, and the two of them watched the
moon, and the waves for a long, long time.
<---===***===--->
Mercury knelt in the sand, behind the small stack of brush.
She grinned at Alison as Alison lowered herself to the sand,
crossing her legs demurely. The largest breaking wave wouldn't
reach them here -- they were dry and safe. Cricket song floated
across the beach from the forest of palm trees beyond.
Stars twinkled silently overhead.
Mercury passed her hands over the brush twice, blue radiance
sparkling between her fingers. With a sigh, the brush caught,
and normal orange flame began to lick at the dry wood.
Pops and crackles issued into the night, and the scent of
incense floated above the ever-present sting of salty air.
After a moment, Mercury rose and paced through the sand,
her bare feet leaving indents in the beach. She settled
beside Alison, her fingers reaching for Alison's.
"Do you remember Inverness? At all?"
Alison nodded her head; her straight brunette locks danced in
the moonlight. "A little," she said. She could feel the flush
rising to her cheeks. Mostly what she remembered was this girl,
naked, and beautiful. Making love -- really making love. Not
the facsimile that she'd drifted through in the world above.
Mercury raised her hand and gently touched Alison's cheek.
Alison turned to regard the blonde. Mercury's robes fluttered
gently in the salty wind.
"We come here to escape," she murmured. "The Dragon, she
brings us here, will bring us to the Keep, Inverness, at
the dawn of the Equinox for the festival."
"Why me?"
"She likes you -- you're important to her."
"Why you?"
"Because I am Mercury."
It made little sense to Alison, but she sensed that it didn't
need to.
"It's beautiful here."
Mercury nodded. "Wait until the sunrise."
Alison sighed, picked up a thin branch, and poked at the fire.
Sparks showered upwards as if defying the laws of physics, mocking
Isaac Newton and his hare-brained theories. Alison supposed that if
the Dragon willed it, she could float as weightless and free as the
tiny winks of lights rising from the fire.
"Tomorrow, we'll be back there?"
Mercury looked up, her eyes shifting from the fire to Alison's
face.
"Back to the Keep? Depends on what the Dragon wants. But we'll
be somewhere, if you step through the portal. Red pill, blue
pill. Aren't you glad that you took the red pill?"
"I hope so."
Mercury leaned in, nestling her head against Alison's shoulder.
For a moment, Alison nearly withdrew, but the other girl didn't
seem to notice. Slowly, the ease of being with her seeped back
into Alison's being, and she relaxed.
"I hope so, too. I've missed you," Mercury murmured.
Mercury. The wild child. The girl who chose not to wear her
clothing. The one that everyone knew. And she was here,
sharing this beach -- with Alison. Tonight.
Without warning, Mercury lifted her head. Slowly, ever so
slowly, she moved forward. The flames flickered across her
soft skin, her eyes sparkling, almost laughing.
And then their lips connected with a spark of electricity.
Mercury's fingertips stole to toy with the buttons of
Alison's thin pyjamas. Mercury's tongue flit across Alison's
lips. A low moan, that she barely recognised as her own,
floated above the sounds of the crickets.
Overhead, the moon winked at the girls, its light seeming to
intensify for a moment as the kiss lengthened.
<---===***===--->
Sand clung to her bare skin, inundated her brunette tresses.
Her fingers trailed easily over bare skin, tickling thighs,
calves, toes, breasts, oh, nipples, and hips. The sea kissed
her toes, as the tide gently rose. Mercury's legs slid
effortlessly over her own, tingles racing through her.
Racing.
(Mmmmmmmmmmmm)
Mercury's tongue touched her, found her rhythm, and suddenly,
she was rocking, her toes splashing in the luminescence of
the waves. God, fingers light upon her nipples, sand caressing
her skin.
The blue light rose up from within her, Mercury driving her
towards the chasm's edge relentlessly, hopelessly, inevitably.
She screamed, her voice swallowed by the moon, by the sand,
by the sea. Her back arched, and she screamed again; her fingers
dug furrows into the warmth of the beach.
And at last, she collapsed, her breathing ragged, her body
clenching, and aching. Wonderfully aching.
Mercury moved into view, kneeling, her skin shining with perspiration,
and the moisture of the sea, sand kissing her ever so intimately.
The faint light of the flames flickered over bare skin bathed
in moonlight.
Alison weakly smiled up at the girl, stretching her hands
over her head. She wanted to taste Mercury.
"Cruise it up and down the road," Alison whispered.
Mercury smiled, and lowered herself to the beach with
a sigh.
<---===***===--->
Her hair seemed nearly black as Mercury's head broke the surface
with a laugh of abandoned pleasure. The girl twisted herself,
then seeing Alison's silhouette, breast-stroked easily through
the calm water. A trail of luminescence rose in her wake.
When Mercury came close, she dropped, treading water easily,
effortlessly.
"Sand. It gets everywhere."
Alison grinned and tilted her head back to shake out her
hair in the dark water. Dots of light seemed to chase the
fine grains that drifted from her tresses. With a sigh, she
brought her head back up. Light fingers found her nipples
under the surface of the sea. Alison groaned, but didn't
brush away Mercury's hands. Indeed, her own hands
rose to find Mercury's breast, soft, firm and yielding
beneath the uncaring waves.
Mercury smiled, and kissed her again, her lips warm and
wet, and inviting.
Overhead, the moon watched the girls swim, lighting their
passage through the calm waves.
<---===***===--->
The moon breathed a sigh as the first rays of dawn peeked over
the eastern horizon.
Alison sat easily, her bare toes lapped by the warmth of the
sea. Her pyjama bottoms, the cuffs, soaked up salty moisture, but
it wasn't uncomfortable. The tops of her pyjamas fluttered
in the light breeze beside the fire, entangled with Mercury's
robe. Her fingers entwined with Mercury's, the blonde nude,
and unselfconscious beside her in the sand.
They watched the sun rise together, easily and without
speaking. Alison felt Mercury squeeze her hand once,
perhaps in response to a large sea bird or a dragon winging
across the surface of the moon as it bid them farewell.
<---===***===--->
"... I see them Angels of the morning, Angels. Just touch my
cheek before you leave me, baby ..."
The feminine voice carried almost like smoke upon the breeze.
Mercury squeezed her fingers once more, as if in a silent
farewell. Unexplained tears welled up in Alison's eyes.
(I don't want to cry. I don't. I don't. I don't.)
But she would cry. Eventually.
Crimson was behind them, somewhere, sitting quietly singing
against a palm tree. Somewhere. Waiting patiently.
Without thought, without speaking, Alison turned towards
Mercury. The naked blonde was crying, though she didn't
seem upset. Alison kissed her gently, one last time,
tasting the salt of her skin. Her own tears traced down
her cheeks as she had known they would.
"Tomorrow night?" Mercury whispered.
Alison smiled. "If I'm invited."
"Don't be silly," Mercury said. "I'll shoot the old lizard if
she didn't come to get you."
Alison grinned, and then leaned down again to kiss the girl.
Then she pushed herself to her bare feet, and walked up the beach.
She bent at the remains of the fire, the surrounding stones still
warm to the touch. She slipped the pyjama top over her shoulders
but didn't bother buttoning it. The material fluttered a little
at her waist, but she merely touched it with her fingers, and it
obediently clung to her damp skin. Mercury's clothing remained
lonely in the sand.
Crimson had stopped singing, turning her grey eyes up to
capture Alison's.
"Thank you," Alison said simply. She reached down to help the
Dragon to her feet. The tall girl was surprisingly light, as
she rose.
The Dragon seemed to understand her words, and merely leaned
in to peck Alison on the cheek. Her lips burned across Alison's
skin.
Alison sensed, rather than saw, the portal open behind her.
When she turned, the ring of blue shimmered in the dawn light.
Through it, she could see Mercury, still facing the rising
sun, her bare skin glowing.
"Tomorrow night?"
"Is Equinox," Crimson whispered.
Alison nodded and stepped forward through the sand. She
paused outside of the blue portal. Mercury turned and smiled,
her eyes now dry. She waved, and Alison waved back.
Without further hesitation, Alison stepped through the portal,
and began to fall.
<---===***===--->
A familiar song woke her as the alarm clock dispassionately
and abruptly triggered. The song ended, and the announcer
blared through Alison's sleep deprived mind:
"Welcome to the first day of summer, my friends. June
twenty-first, and a beautiful day it will be in the
city that never stops. That was Merrilee Rush singing
the sixties anthem, Angel of the Morning. We all need
Angels of the Mornings, my friends. And we all need to
be Angels of the Morning. Rise and shine, sleepyheads.
A new day dawns ... and for those of us that have to
work, my friends, consider playing hooky. Today's the
day. And for those that can't escape the grind, rise
swiftly, like the Angel Mercury, fly to wherever
you need to be, but don't dally -- today's the first
day of summer, my friends ... don't dally ... all you
Angels out there, fly and meet the other Angels of this
glorious morning ..."
Alison fumbled over the covers, her fingers snapping off
the radio with a groan.
Sunlight streamed through the partially open blinds, kissing her.
She ached, God, did she ache. She flexed her legs, and toes, wincing
at the unaccustomed feelings of sexual abandonment. A glance under
the covers confirmed it -- she was still dressed in the thin
pyjamas that she'd retired last evening in, and nobody
was likely in her shower. Confused, she peered again at
her thin pyjamas, touching herself gently. Her breasts
ached, as if they had been squeezed.
(Sexual abandonment? Huh?)
With another groan, she swivelled her legs from under the covers.
The taste of mead, and something else, sweet and musky, touched
her tongue and the back of her throat. It wasn't unpleasant;
she was sure that she hadn't drunk too much at the Portal.
But strange dreams. So strange.
She rubbed gently at her eyes. It didn't help. Something
scratched, like sandpaper, at her bare left palm, under
the covers.
Curiously, she threw back the covers, and stared.
(It gets everywhere, doesn't it?)
Fine sand lay upon the cover sheets, and dusted the tops of
her bare feet. Almost absently, she brushed first at the sheets,
and then at her feet. Motes, like dust, floated lazily to
the floor, sparkling in the beam of sunlight from the gap
in the blinds.
The sunbeam had noticeably shifted from when the annoyingly
cheerful announcer had called her an Angel.
Equinox approached.
She pushed herself to her feet, stripping off her pyjamas, and
dropping the sandy garments to the floor at her feet.
When Angels meet Angels.
She smiled, almost laughing for the first time in a long time.
For the first time in months, she had something to look forward
to. Perhaps, she would write a story, today. Anything seemed
possible.
And then the Dragon would come for her.
Equinox approached.
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Title: BikiniVivor
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: FF, Fdom, exhib
Summary: When a reality show goes wrong, Nicola and Angela are stranded together.
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex
scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and
I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws
in most states would require it not be read by
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by
adult themes, you should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women
presented as sexual objects. There is nothing
wrong with this as they are only fictional
characters. I urge readers, especially young
males, to not regard real women in this way.
This work is 2002,2003 the author. Permission
is granted to freely distribute, provided it is
not altered in any way. It may not be posted
to any website or included in any archive
without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are
fictitious. The situations are made-up. This
is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real
persons, events & institutions is pure
coincidence.
The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic
stories about an Australian model-turned-
actress who travels to Hollywood to find
stardom. They are to date: (in reading order)
1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
3. Bikini Audition
4. Shutterbug Starlets
5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
6. Hollywood Party Hostesses
7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
8. Carwash Cuties
9. Nicola Gets A Woody
10. Bikini Christmas Carol
11. Sex Kitten
12. Bikini Sorority House Party
13. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
14. Best in Show
15. Knickers Down in Acapulco
16. InfoNicola
17. Undercover Starlet
18. BikiniVivor <-
Please don't email me asking for the other
stories. Visit the website at
http://www.asstr.org/~knickers . As well as
all the episodes, you'll find author's notes,
reader feedback, and movie reviews.
BikiniVivor (FF Fdom exhib)
Nicola, enjoying the sensation of the warm
Caribbean sunshine on her body and the sea-air
running through her long, chestnut-colored hair,
raised her chin and pushed her bikini-covered
boobs out.
"Great, great," said her photographer, snapping
off shots of the stunning starlet. "Now give the
camera a real kittenish look."
Nicola battered her eyelashes, casting him a
cock-stiffening 'come hither' look with her baby
blue eyes.
"Excellent!" the photographer enthused. "Now
reach behind your back and untie your top."
Without hesitation, Nicola's nimble fingers were
untying the knot that held her tiny white bikini
top in place. She removed the unnecessary item of
clothing and placed it on the deck of the launch
for safekeeping. Needless to say, the ex-model
turned actress had no tan lines. Now topless,
Nicola went back to posing, the camera catching
plenty of shots of her delicious, tits.
Now this was heaven, thought Nicola with a smile.
She was on a launch zooming through the Caribbean
Sea, heading out for her latest assignment.
Nicola Baron, Australian-born B-movie starlet,
had been hired for a new reality series called
'BikiniVivor'. It was basically a rip-off of
'Survivor', except that instead of a bunch of no-
talent nobodies, the contestants would be a bevy
of gorgeous actresses and models, all of them
doing whatever it takes to win the game.
And, unlike Survivor, BikiniVivor would be a
little more... risqu. The show would screen on
cable television, so it would be anything goes on
this program.
Which is why, as she was being jet-boated to the
location, Nicola was posing half-naked for a few
publicity stills.
Nicola licked her lips. Her pert nipples were
slightly erect, her bare torso glistening with
suntan lotion. Nude modeling came second nature
to the uninhibited Aussie so that as she posed,
her mind wandered.
She still didn't know all that much about
BikiniVivor. All she'd been told was that she'd
be taken to an island and participate in a series
of challenges and eliminations, most of which
would require the girls to parade their bodies in
revealing swimsuits before taking them off. Well,
thought Nicola, no problems there. She had a
superb 38-25-35 body, and was more than willing
to show it off, especially to advance her career.
However, there was one little dark cloud on the
horizon.
Angela Monroe. Out of the corner of her eye,
Nicola cast a sideways glance at her long-time
nemesis. She was a beautiful starlet- tall, very
slim and a little muscular, her small, perky
breasts barely concealed in a black bikini top.
They'd been bitter enemies since Nicola first
arrived in Hollywood almost a year ago. Their
fiery relationship had recently cooled to the
point where they could stand to be near each
other without catfighting, but that was about it.
Like Nicola, Angela had also been hired to appear
on BikiniVivor. Was it just a coincidence they
were here together?
Angela sat alone near the rear of the boat,
brushing out her long, raven-colored mane. She
glanced over at Nicola, and the Aussie starlet
quickly looked away. No need to antagonize her,
she cautioned herself.
Nicola switched her attention back to the
cameraman. She slipped into a classic modeling
technique, the subject should do everything in
her power to seduce to camera. Nicola was very
good at it. A little too good- on more than one
occasion, she'd wound up on the floor of the
studio fucking her photographer.
Suddenly, there was a bump, and the whole boat
shuddered. Nicola squealed as she was thrown to
the deck.
"What happened?" cried Angela.
The boat's pilot fought with the controls. "I
don't know. We hit something. We'll have to
abandon ship."
Pandemonium broke out. The boat was staggering in
the water, lurching back and forth. The engine
throbbed half-heartedly then died. Nicola barely
caught sight of the other three before the launch
shuddered again.
Next thing the starlet knew she was flailing
about in the water. "Make for that island!"
someone shouted. Splashing wildly, Nicola began
to swim towards a sandy atoll a short distance
away. It had all happened so quickly her pretty
head could barely take in what was going on.
It seemed like forever, stroking through the
water. At last her feet touched sandy bottom, and
she was able to drag her body up onto the golden
beach.
Her semi-naked body. Nicola remembered that she'd
left her bikini top on the boat, and the only
thing covering her exquisite breasts was a
coating of sand stuck to her wet, glistening
physique.
Great, she thought. Panting, she rolled over and
looked out across the sea. Nothing. No sign of
the boat. And no sign of other survivors.
I'm marooned, she wailed silently. Alone on a
deserted island!
Suddenly, a coughing, spluttering figure emerged
from the crystal-blue waters. A very attractive
figure, dressed in a skimpy black bikini.
Great, thought Nicola. This just gets better and
better...
**********
"There are other islands out there," said Angela,
peering out toward the expanse of blue. "The
pilot and the photographer must've swum out to
one of them."
Nicola's brow was knit with worry. "What'll we
do?" she moaned.
Angela let out a sigh. "We're stuck here." She
turned away from the achingly vast and empty
vista, turning her attention to the clump of
jungle that made up the island's interior.
"There's nothing we can do for now. We should do
some exploring," Angela declared. With that she
set off along the beach.
Nicola looked ruefully after her. Already little
miss bossy was telling her what to do. But, for
better or for worse, they were in this together.
So Nicola scampered down the beach after her.
The island was beautiful. It was like something
out of the movies- shimmering blue sea, golden
beaches, dense green jungle. Nicola thought that
if it weren't for their predicament, this would
be a wonderful holiday.
"Look!" cried Angela, snapping Nicola out of her
dreamy wanderings. A short way down the beach was
what looked very much like a shelter of some
kind. They approached carefully, wary that
someone might be there already, but it was pretty
clear the little hut was deserted and had been
for some time.
It was a rough and ready shack, the walls built
from bits of driftwood, with palm fronds for a
roof. Despite the dilapidated appearance it was
sturdy enough. Angela looked inside, pleased at
her discovery. Sunlight filtered in, illuminating
her sharp face, her shining eyes. The floor was
reasonably clean, lined with more palm fronds. To
the exhausted Nicola, it looked like a good spot
to curl up and go to sleep.
"And look!" Angela picked up a battered aluminum
pot sitting on the ground. Inside was a box of
matches and a knife, all in excellent condition.
"What a stroke of luck!" grinned the raven-haired
beauty.
Nicola frowned. It was lucky. Too lucky? "Don't
you think it's a little strange?" she asked. "All
this on a deserted island?"
"Oh, come on," Angela snorted. "Obviously someone
else was shipwrecked here once before. If they
survived to be rescued, so can we." She stood
imperiously in the doorway of their modest abode,
hands on hips. "As long as we do what I say,
we'll get through this just fine."
Uh oh, thought Nicola.
**********
"This island needs a name. I call it Angel
Island, in honor of its discoverer."
Thus making this proclamation, Angela decided to
do some more exploring. She told Nicola to remain
at the shelter while she strode off into the
jungle.
Apprehensive, Nicola watched her pushing her way
into the bush. With nothing better to do, she set
about tidying up the shelter.
Then she perched her bottom on a fallen coconut
tree, and stared out across the ocean. This was a
bad situation. But, of course, they'd be missed
when they failed up show up for BikiniVivor. And
then the search parties would come looking for
them. All they had to do was survive until then.
Nicola's tummy growled, reminding her she hadn't
eaten in a while. Scrounging around she managed
to find two coconuts. Despite her hunger, Nicola
decided to wait until Angela returned.
Although it was warm, Nicola shivered slightly.
She surprised herself by wishing that Angela
would come back soon.
Sure enough, heralded by the sound of crashing
through the undergrowth, Angela reappeared.
"The island's not very big," she explained. "And
we're definitely alone. There's a small spring
not far from here, so we're alright for water."
"I've got a lovely pair of coconuts," said
Nicola, holding her bounteous duo at chest level.
Belatedly, she remembered Angela was very
sensitive about the size of her breasts. But if
the raven-haired beauty thought Nicola was taking
a crack at her tiny, cone-shaped boobs she didn't
say anything.
Just then, Nicola glanced down, noticing that
Angela had not returned from her little adventure
with her already brief wardrobe intact. Somewhere
along the way, she'd lost her bikini bottoms, and
her dark, well-trimmed muff was completely bare.
Nicola suppressed a giggle. Angela looked down,
realizing the source of her mirth.
"Fuck!" she yelled. "Give me your bikini
bottoms," she demanded.
"What!" exclaimed Nicola. "No way!"
"Look, if we're ever rescued, one of us has to be
decently dressed."
Nicola thought about it. That made sense. Two
starlets, one topless and the other bottomless.
Wouldn't look too good.
"But why should it be you?" Nicola replied.
Angela folded her arms and patiently explained
her case. "Either you can give me your bottoms,
or I can give you my top. But there's no way my
bikini top is going to cover those over-sized
udders you've got swinging off your chest."
Nicola didn't have an answer to that. She looked
at what Angela was wearing, two tiny black
triangles that just concealed her pointy little
tits. There was no way it would fit over her
massive boobs.
"I guess you're right..." Nicola replied. Angela
gave a gentle, condescending smile, her beautiful
eyes sparkling.
"Of course I am," she murmured. "Now, please,
your bikini bottoms?"
Reluctantly, Nicola reached down to the two
knots, riding high on her shapely hips, holding
her bottoms together. With considerably less
enthusiasm than when she had removed her top only
a couple of hours ago, Nicola's elegant fingers
worried away at the ties. First one and then the
other came loose, and the tiny strip of white
material fell away, revealing Nicola's in all her
naked glory. She'd had a bikini wax just
yesterday (especially for the show) and her pubic
hair was a very thin furry strip that did little
to hide her pink pussy lips.
She handed it over. Although Angela didn't say a
word, but there was something of an air of
victory about her, an ever-so-slight smirk.
Nicola was now not only castaway but completely
naked as well.
The Aussie starlet stood uncomfortably, trying to
casually conceal her charms as Angela tied the
bikini bottoms onto her own luscious body. She'd
been nude in public plenty of times before,
surrounded by staring strangers, but there was
something surreal about this particular situation
that made her want to at least drape a hand over
her crotch.
"Well," said Angela, satisfied. "Now let's see
about getting something to eat."
**********
After smashing them open on a rock, they gorged
themselves on coconut flesh. Nicola was so hungry
she raised hers to her mouth, splashing white
coco milk down her bare boobs. Angela, sitting
across from her, looked at the glistening liquid
pouring down Nicola's chest and licked her lips.
Night fell. Nicola sat and watched the stars
twinkling above, set in the dark blue velvet of
the sky. The silence was deafening, the only
sound the gentle lapping of the ocean at the edge
of the sandy shore that marked the boundary of
their little world.
We'll be rescued soon, Nicola told herself. We'll
be missed by now.
"Time for bed," announced Angela. She went into
their little hut and settled herself on the
floor, her back to Nicola. Soon she was fast
asleep, snoring in a very unlady-like fashion.
Nicola sighed. She had something of a submissive
streak in her character. Sure, she knew what she
wanted out of her career and she had the will to
make it happen, but truth be told, if someone-
anyone- wanted to fuck her, she usually submitted
to their desires.
And now, Angela was taking the lead, making it
clear she was in charge. Nicola could feel that
familiar desire to submit and please, even to her
long-time nemesis.
Nicola lingered outside, if only to demonstrate
that it wasn't time for bed as far as she was
concerned. But fatigue quickly got the better of
her, and the little starlet soon joined her
raven-haired companion. She chose a spot as far
away from Angela as the cramped shelter allowed,
and curled up in a tight little ball of naked
flesh on floor.
**********
Sometime in the middle of the night, Nicola
awoke.
Shivering.
"I'm cold!" Nicola wailed. It didn't help that
she was bare-ass naked. Her boobs were freezing!
There was a movement behind her. Angela.
Suddenly, Nicola could feel the familiar warmth
of a body pressing up against her. Warm female
flesh, snuggling against her, a pair of small,
pointy breasts pushing into her back, a crotch
rubbing up against her bottom. Arms wrapped
around her waist, hands cupping her bare boobs.
Angela's voice was husky and heavy with sleep.
"Is that better?"
Nicola's eyes were as wide as saucers. Was this
the same Angela she'd been feuding with for
almost a year? The bi-sexual Nicola had always
been attracted to her, and on one particular
occasion they'd even had sex, but that had been a
bet that Angela lost and she'd made no attempt to
hide her disgust.
And now she was groping Nicola, wriggling her
lithe body against her in the darkness.
"Yes, thank-you," whispered Nicola. It was
better. Much, much better. She could feel the
heat radiating off Angela, warming her chilled
little body.
But there was no reply. Nicola could feel her
breath, hot on the nape of her neck, rising and
falling in a regular rhythm. Warm and comforting.
A smile crept across Nicola's lips. She wiggled
her ass, pressing back into her strange
bedfellow's crotch. A feeling of contentment
glowed in her pussy, and Nicola soon drifted off
into a pleasurably deep sleep.
**********
Nicola awoke to a glorious morning. The sun had
risen, casting brilliant sheets of golden light
across the calm blue ocean. The starlet couldn't
remember the last time she'd slept so well.
Angela was up already. She stood on the beach
just outside their hut. She'd made some kind of
belt out of vines, and was just securing the
knife around her slender waist. In her unmatched
black and white bikini halves, the muscular,
raven-haired beauty looked like a sexy, female
version of Tarzan.
A tumult of strange emotions washed over Nicola.
Normally, the sight of Angela made her feel
nervous, or worried, as she wondered what nasty
scheme she was about to pull next. But after
spending the night cuddled up together on a
deserted island, Nicola felt a rush of something
else. Sexual desire, certainly. She always
thought Angela was pretty hot, no matter what
torments she unleashed. But along with this was a
curious aching, similar to that she'd felt with
her friend Jennifer.
Was Nicola developing some kind of affection for
Angela?
Angela just finished tying the knife and was
adjusting its position on her naked thigh when
she noticed Nicola staring at her. "I've been
thinking..." Angela began.
"Me too," said Nicola, but Angela carried on
talking as if she'd hadn't even spoken.
"... we should divide up duties between us. I'll
take care of all the hunting and finding of food,
while you stay here to cook and look after the
camp."
Nicola thought about that for a moment "OK," she
replied.
"Good," said Angela, satisfied that her command
decision had been accepted. "Be a good girl and
get a fire going. I'll be back soon with
breakfast." With a toss of her dark hair, she
marched off down the beach.
Nicola set about starting the fire, an easy
enough task thanks to the box of matches they'd
found yesterday, along with the knife and the pot
in the ready-built hut. Nicola still found it
hard to believe they'd had such a stroke of luck
finding these things here waiting for them. But
what other explanation was there, other than an
earlier castaway had left them?
Nicola found a palm frond and began sweeping out
the sand that had blown into the hut. Ruefully,
she reflected that Angela had chosen for herself
the dominant, masculine role of the hunter, while
Nicola was relegated to staying at home with the
domestic chores.
Like a wee wifey.
Still, with surroundings like this, who wouldn't
mind being cooped up at home? The warm Caribbean
sunshine beat down on Nicola's naked body. Her
golden all-over tan would be even deeper and
richer by the time they were finally rescued.
Really, it was just like being on holiday.
Nicola allowed herself a naughty smile. She
tossed aside her 'broom'. Enough housework for
one day!
With a whoop of joy, the naked Australian
scampered down the sparkling sandy beach and
dived into the sea. She emerged a moment later,
water streaming down her body. She splashed
around in the water for a while longer, enjoying
the sensation of the sun and surf on her bare
skin.
Back home in Australia, Nicola had been a little
too inhibited to swim naked, although topless and
even nude bathing was fairly popular. It had only
been since arriving in Hollywood that she'd
discovered the true joys of getting one's kit
off. However, in the prudish USA such pastimes
were frowned upon, and Nicola had to wait until a
holiday in Mexico before she got her first real
taste of naturism.
It was such a shame there was no-one around to
watch the gorgeous, naked Australian frolicking
in paradise.
Finally, she hauled herself out of the surf and
walked back to the camp, plonking her bottom down
on the fallen palm tree. Her bare skin glistened
in the sun with a million droplets of water.
Angela returned, victoriously wielding a crayfish
in each hand. "Breakfast is served!" she
announced. Then she scowled, looking about the
camp.
"Didn't you go fill up the pail with water?"
Nicola shrugged. "Not yet. I'd just gone for a
swim..."
"A swim!" Angela exclaimed. She dropped the crays
and placed her hands on her hips. "Look,
Knickers, we need to pull together if we're going
to get through this. Now you get off your pretty
little ass and go get some water."
Nicola blushed furiously. She didn't like being
told off, but she didn't try and argue with
Angela either. Her face burning with shame,
Nicola stood up and dusted the sand from her
backside. She picked up the battered pot they'd
found and turned towards Angel Island's jungle-
choked interior.
"Move it!" yelled Angela, and lashed out, landing
a vicious slap on Nicola's temptingly bare ass.
The Aussie starlet yelped and scuttled off into
the bush. It wasn't too hard to find the spring,
as Angela had cut a trail.
Nicola returned a little sheepish, slopping water
from the pail. Angela was sitting on a rock,
whittling away at a lump of driftwood. Nicola
popped their only cooking vessel on the fire and
waited for the water to boil.
The starlet cast glances in Angela's direction.
She looked very tasty, dressed in her bikini. Her
trim body bulged with muscles and the knife
around her waist lent her a manly quality. It's
probably that what's making her so attractive,
thought Nicola. In their present predicament she
found herself wanting a strong protector, and
Angela had stepped into that role.
"Um, about last night..." Nicola began. Angela
looked up from her carving.
"Think nothing of it," she replied with a wave of
her arm. "You were cold, we were sharing body
heat. Just doing what any good leader would do."
Nicola's heart flip-flopped. Only 'sharing body
heat'. She was hoping it was something more
physical.
Suddenly, Angela stood up. She bent over Nicola
and gently brushed her fingers across her cheek.
"I hope it did the trick," she said in what
Nicola could've sworn was a husky, come-to-bed
voice.
With breakfast finished, Angela once again
disappeared somewhere the beach. Nicola, left
behind to tend the fire (which had been loaded
with greenery to produce a thick plume of smoke),
watched her tasty little ass slink away.
What was going on? Angela had always made it
clear she loathed Nicola. Recently, the dark-hair
temptress had seemed to accept that Nicola was
staying in Hollywood and wasn't about to go back
home to Australia, but that was a long way from
flirting with her.
And as far as Nicola knew, Angela was strictly
straight. Sure, they'd fucked once before, but
that had been a job, a TV promotion. And she'd no
doubt done pseudo-les scenes on the various soft
porn videos and movies that made up Angela's body
of work. But while it was well known Nicola was
hot for pussy, Angela had a reputation for being
repulsed by the thought of fucking another woman.
Nicola wondered if this adventure wasn't going to
see her and her mortal enemy getting very, very
close.
**********
The day passed with no sign of rescue. Nicola was
still a little anxious about this, but it seemed
they were settling in fine. They had shelter,
freshwater and plenty of food.
And company.
It was evening. The cool night air provided the
castaway starlets with a comforting respite from
the burning heat of the day. They relaxed in
their camp after polishing off a meal of coconuts
and fish, which Angela had caught in a rock pool
on the other side of their little atoll.
Nicola was getting pretty used to being nude. It
was very relaxing, not having to worry about
clothing. But what about when they made it back
to civilization? Could she go back to wearing
itchy, claustrophobic clothes again? Would Nicola
be cursed to spend the rest of her days bare-
assed naked? With a wry smile, she contemplated
what that would do for her career!
Across from her, Angela sat whittling. The lump
of driftwood was taking shape: it was about eight
inches long, roughly cylindrical, and very
smooth. Nicola wondered what on earth it could
be.
Angela glanced up from her work and caught Nicola
staring at her. The Aussie starlet blushed and
looked away. When she glanced back, Angela was
giving her a hungry look.
"Well," said Nicola, "I guess it's time for bed."
She stood up and made a b-line for the hut.
"Yes," Angela agreed. She leapt to her feet and
made for the shelter too. They both tried to walk
through the entrance at the same time and bumped
together.
Nicola almost felt a spark of electricity between
them as Angela brushed against her bare flesh.
Her nipples sprang to attention and, being
uncovered, betrayed her arousal. Angela's eyes
were shining bright, reflecting the silver
moonlight.
Suddenly, Angela lunged forward. She seized
Nicola by the waist and planted a wet kiss on her
ruby-red lips. Nicola's eyes bulged in surprise.
Was this the same Angela who'd tried to make her
life a misery?
Angela's tongue snaked out, slithering around
Nicola's wet and willing mouth. Recovering from
the shock, Nicola responding warmly to Angela's
advances and in a moment the starlets were
kissing.
Angela probed Nicola's mouth aggressively. Nicola
responding by obediently sucking on her tongue,
slurping away in satisfaction. Angela's hands
roamed all over Nicola's bare body, giving her a
groping only the horniest of Hollywood producers
could aspire to. Buck naked, there was little
Nicola could do to protect herself, even if she
wanted to. Angela squeezed her hefty boobs and
slid two fingers in her moist pussy.
Nicola was now moaning in mutual ecstasy, and a
little pain, as Angela's vigorous affections were
a little rough.
With a gasp they broke the kiss. Nicola was
panting with desire, and Angela wasted no time.
She pushed the Aussie starlet to the sandy floor
and began a vicious assault upon Nicola's tits,
greedily guzzling away on her nipples.
Angela reached down to her waist, pulling away
her bikini bottoms (or rather, Nicola's bikini
bottoms), baring her own hungry cunt to the cool
night air. She took the upper hand in their
lovemaking, positioning herself on top of Nicola.
The arduous nuzzling of Nicola's breasts was
accompanied by an equally forceful assault on her
pussy, magic fingers digging into the deliciously
soft folds of her drooling cunt. If she weren't
panting so much, Nicola would've cried out in
pain.
By the time Angela had finished ravishing her
sensitive nipples, Nicola was crying out in
desire, begging for Angela to fuck her. The
raven-haired beauty obliged her with a smirk,
bringing her own sopping wet pussy into contact
with Nicola's and began to vigorously grind away.
There was something about the way Angela was
going to work on Nicola. It wasn't like the sex
she'd had with her friend Jennifer, which had
been so soft and tender. Nor was it like the sex
she'd had with the legion of men she'd met over
the past year, none of them had set upon Nicola's
tender body with quite the zeal Angela was
displaying.
It was almost as if she was taking all her
jealously and hatred of Nicola and turned it into
an overwhelming desire to force-fuck the Aussie
starlet.
Angela's beautiful face was inches away from
Nicola's. She was grunting with the effort,
rubbing her crotch against Nicola's.
The friction was delicious.
Despite her anxiety about Angela's sexual desire,
Nicola was being carried away on a wave of
rapture. Anyway, there was little she could do
about it but lie back and enjoy the ride.
Or rather, enjoy being ridden.
And ridden Nicola was, as, crying out with glee,
her nemesis fucked her long and hard into the
night.
**********
Nicola, tired and sore, awoke with a groan to the
morning night.
Angela was no-where to be seen, obviously having
set out to hunt for breakfast. Doubtless Nicola
would need a hearty meal to keep up her strength
if Angela intended another night of debauchery.
The naked starlet decided there was nothing that
would perk her up more than a morning skinny-dip!
She dashed out across the beach and once again
dived into the cool, clear water.
Nicola swam under the water, enjoying the
sensation of her nude body immersed in the ocean.
Blue and white ripples of light played across her
bare skin. A girl could get used to a life like
this! A night of hot, vigorous lesbian sex,
followed by a quick dip, before enjoying a
sumptuous breakfast of fresh seafood.
She emerged from the sea and made her way back to
the camp. Angela had returned and was sitting by
the fire, a couple of fresh-speared fish by her
side. Once again she had her lump of driftwood
and was fashioning it into that long, smooth
shape. As Nicola approached, Angela looked up
from her work.
"Mmm, wet and naked is definitely a good look for
you," she said.
Nicola blushed. She was used to receiving some
very forward compliments, but certainly not from
Angela. "Shall I get breakfast on?" she asked,
pointing at the fish.
"I've got your breakfast, alright," Angela
replied with a smirk. "Right here." She pulled
aside her bikini bottoms exposing her pussy.
Nicola gaped in shock. To be honest, these days
it took quite a bit to shock the once-shy
starlet, and being propositioned so blatantly by
her archrival did the trick.
Impatient at the delay, Angela grabbed Nicola by
the wrist and gave her a yank. Nicola fell to the
sand on her knees, her face inches away from
Angela's glistening crotch.
"Knickers," she said in a stern voice, "please
don't make me have to ask you twice."
The musky odor of Angela's desire assailed
Nicola's nostrils. Resigned, she extended her
tongue and buried her face into the heat
radiating from between Angela's thighs.
Angela threw back her raven-colored mane in
moaned in unashamed delight. "Faster, faster,
more!" she cried. Nicola's tongue slithered
across the juicy folds of her cunt, licking for
all she was worth.
"Good girl," Angela murmured. She dropped a hand
to Nicola's bobbing head and affectionately ran
her fingers through her hair.
Nicola barely noticed, she closed her eyes and
lost herself in the task of bringing Angela to
the peak of ecstasy. Her pretty model's face was
wet with a combination of Angela's flowing juices
and her own saliva.
The tip of her tongue pushed the folds of her
labia to the bud of Angela's clitoris, bloated
with desire, and teased it like a ripe cherry.
Angela's body began to quiver, her well-toned
stomach muscles rippling. Her cunt muscles were
trembling as well, building up to a mighty
orgasm.
She let out a howl of pleasure. Angela's clamped
her thighs together, nearly catching Nicola in a
deadly leg lock. The Aussie starlet extricated
herself from her position under Angela's tender
regions. Her chin, her cheeks and her cute little
nose were liberally coated with Angela's love-
slime. The tall, slim beauty let out a laugh at
the sight.
"Oh, Knickers! If they put that face on a
magazine cover they'd sell a million copies."
Nicola blushed furiously. She tried to wipe away
the gunk with her fingers but only succeeded in
getting herself even messier. That made Angela
laugh all the more.
Nicola scurried down to the sea to wash herself
off. When she came back, Angela was once more
working on her carving.
A light bulb suddenly went on over Nicola's head.
It was more than obvious what Angela was making!
"Is that what I think it is?" Nicola asked
slowly. Angela gave her an evil grin. "Almost
ready," she replied.
Nicola's tummy fluttered with anxiety. She had a
pretty healthy sexual appetite, but the thought
of Angela going to work on her tender pussy with
that monster gave even her concern.
"I'll go and get some fresh water," she murmured,
and grabbing the pail, set off into the jungle.
As she made her way through the little path
Angela had pioneered through the dense greenery,
Nicola's worries grew. As much as she had enjoyed
last night, Angela was not acting herself.
Something odd was going on. Perhaps being
castaway had done something to her mind? Made her
deserted-island-crazy?
Or maybe it was something else? Maybe being alone
had brought her innermost desires to the surface?
Perhaps all along, all Angela had wanted to do
was jump on top of Nicola and fuck her like a
bitch?
As she made her way up the track, Nicola was
grateful that Angela had cut it to make going to
the spring a little easier. Being naked, Nicola
had no defense against the branches and brambles
that threatened to scratch her cute ass if she
wasn't too careful.
She arrived at the spring. It was little more
than a pool of water in the ground, with a few
stray bubbles betraying the fact that it was a
spring and not a puddle. Nicola filled the pail
by lying it on its side and scooping up water,
then made her way back to the camp.
When she returned, Angela had staked the fish out
over the fire to grill and they were almost
ready. Nicola's tummy was rumbling, after all the
sex she was starving!
They ate in silence. Nicola cast glances over at
Angela's piece of handicraft, wondering if she
really intended using it on her. Angela cast
hungry glances over at the nude Nicola, her gaze
suggesting that instead of barbecued fish she'd
much rather be nibbling on Nicola's nipples.
"By the way," said Nicola, hoping to make some
innocent conversation, "thanks for cutting that
trail out to the spring."
"That was there already," Angela replied. Her
meal finished, she took her carving firmly in
hand.
"Time to take him for a test drive," she said,
eyeing up Nicola. Angela picked up more lengths
of vine and secured the smooth driftwood to her
crotch. It poked out erect, obscenely bobbing to
and fro as Angela marched toward Nicola.
If it wasn't obvious before it sure was now.
Angela had made a dildo, and now seemed intent on
using it on Nicola.
"P-perhaps later," she stammered, eyeing up the
monster. "It's too soon after breakfast."
"Knickers," Angela commanded in a stern voice.
"Get into that hut and assume the position."
Nicola swallowed. This was a deserted island,
there was nowhere to run. Sooner or later Angela
was going to ream her cunt with that thing.
Resigned to her fate, Nicola stepped into their
cabin. She went down on all fours, presenting her
delicious backside to Angela's not-so-tender
lusts.
Her dark eyes shining, the lithe beauty wasted no
time. She stepped behind the hapless Nicola,
cooing gently and stroking her quivering flanks.
Nicola closed her eyes and shivered. Once more,
she felt that warm, comforting glow in her pussy,
the burning need to be fucked. No matter what her
reservations, Nicola knew in a moment or two she
would crying out for Angela to fuck her harder.
Angela's roaming fingers glided across Nicola's
bare skin reminding both of them how her nudity
made her vulnerable, as if the very fact that she
was running the island naked gave Angela the
right to make her her bitch.
After skimming across Nicola's backside, Angela's
finger's traced a line down the crack of her ass
and probed tenderly into her pussy.
The lips hung open, slack and greedy. Nicola let
out a barely suppressed moan. Angela's fingertips
came away coated with the telltale slime of the
Aussie starlet's hunger. Her cunt was drooling in
anticipation. Angela grinned.
"You want this, don't you sweetheart?"
"Yes," Nicola gasped, as Angela's fingers
continued to slither about inside the softest
part of her anatomy.
"Shout it out," Angela crowed. "There's no-one
else here to hear you."
"Yes!" Nicola cried. Her breathing was ragged,
she was gasping with sexual need, her body
trembling.
"Yes, what?" Angela asked, savoring the moment,
enjoying the feeling of power she finally had
over her nemesis.
"Fuck me!" Nicola blurted on, in a yell that was
loud enough to hear clear across the island- if
there'd been anyone to hear it. "Fuck me!" she
cried again, louder this time, not caring who
heard her. "Please, please fuck me!"
"My name," she hissed, "Darling Knickers, I want
to hear you scream my name." All the while, the
finger kept up its delicious assault upon her
clit.
"Angel," Nicola gasped. "Fuck me, Angel! Please!"
Angela grinned, victorious. She positioned
herself on her knees, her improvised dildo
rubbing against Nicola's ass. The Aussie starlet
continued to squeal out Angela's name, along with
a string of pleas that she fuck her now.
The bulbous head of the driftwood cock pushed
impatiently into Nicola's slobbering cunt,
sliding in deep. She responded with a satisfied
groan, happy that finally she would get what she
really wanted. A blissful smile on her pretty
lips, Nicola's pushed her head forward to the
hut's sandy floor and raised her backside into
the air in anticipation of the good seeing-to she
was about to receive.
Her eyes shining, Angela proceeded to fuck Nicola
vigorously, doggy fashion. In and out went the
improvised dildo, accompanied by obscene slurping
noises from Nicola's cunt, and rapturous cries
from the girl's mouth. Nicola's arching back was
pressed against Angela's petite chest, she could
feel the stiff nubs of her nipples digging into
her skin.
In Angel Island's mid-morning heat the
energetically copulating couple began to sweat,
great rivers of moisture pouring down their lithe
bodies. Sweat lubricated their Sapphistry,
causing flesh to slide smoothly across flesh.
Nicola was in heaven, experiencing sexual
delights previously unknown. The dildo was smooth
and didn't hurt in the least, giving her spasming
cunt muscles something very firm to grip as it
pumped in and out of her. Never had she been
ravished by another woman quite like this before!
Nicola's litany of squeals and moans reached a
crescendo. "Fuck!" she screamed, coming with a
series of shuddering gasps, arching her back and
grinding her ass into Angela's crotch.
Her work done, Angela slowed her pace down to
gentle rhythmic strokes. But Nicola was spent,
and after a few moments she collapsed face
forward into the palm fronds.
**********
Later. Much, much later.
Angela was once more gone from the camp, leaving
the somewhat bow-legged Nicola to her wifely
duties.
The hut was a devil to keep clean. Sand was
constantly blowing in from the beach. Nicola had
to get down on her hands and knees, her bare rump
pointed upwards, and sweep the floor clean.
This life didn't seem too bad. There was part of
her that enjoyed the submissive role Angela
forced her into, part of her that looked forward
to moment when the raven-haired beauty would come
striding down the beach, the knife strapped to
her slim body, and demand that Nicola give her a
good seeing to.
With the floor more or less clean, Nicola stood
up and took a close look at the hut's cobweb-
bound ceiling. Tsking to herself, she set about
cleaning out those as well. The palm/broom swept
away the accumulated dust and filth of ages.
Suddenly, Nicola stopped.
Frowning.
There, in the top corner, was a little black
button.
She peered at it. If the starlet didn't know any
better, she'd swear it was a...
Nicola gasped. Frantically, she began to clear
away more cobwebs from the ceiling. There, in
another corner, she found another one of them.
Small, black, round and metal. They seemed to
stare ominously down on the nude little castaway.
Whatever they were, they weren't improvised from
driftwood or coconuts.
Nicola walked out into the bright sunshine and
began a further investigation. She was shocked to
discover more of them, not just on the hut but
also on the trees around the camp.
Scuffling through the sand, she discovered a thin
sliver of wire running from underneath their
shelter a short distance down the beach. Nicola
followed it, gently tugging it free from the sand
where it had laid buried.
Hidden.
The wire ran to a particularly large palm tree.
Barely noticeable, it ran all the way up the
trunk toward the sky.
Nicola circled the tree, peering up toward the
overgrown tangle of fronds far above her. There,
almost concealed in thick greenery Nicola saw-
A satellite dish.
Nicola may be a slut but she wasn't a bimbo. It
took her just a few seconds to realize what was
going on.
Their 'shipwreck' was no accident. This was
BikiniVivor, a program more "Big Brother" than
"Survivor". The hut, the tools, the convenient
path to a freshwater stream, all of it had been
left here for the starlets to find. And all the
while the miniature cameras around them had been
capturing the action.
The whole thing was a setup to watch what
happened as Nicola and Angela coped with being
castaways. No doubt they'd got more than they
bargained for.
Nicola blushed, a deep scarlet bloom that started
on her forehead and spread down her boobs right
to her navel. Even now, her bare ass was being
beamed to a TV studio somewhere. Not that she had
any qualms against being naked on TV (she'd done
it often enough), she just preferred to be told
in advance.
God only knows how many people had been watching
her strolling naked around Angel Island,
frolicking nude in the surf, squealing out in
delight as Angela fucked her silly.
Nicola stomped back to the hut. She positioned
herself, hands on hips, under one of the bugs, a
stern look on her pretty face.
"Alright, the jig is up. I think you better come
rescue us now."
With that, she sat her bottom down on the floor
and waited.
**********
It was a couple of hours before Angela showed up.
She peered inside the hut, grinning.
"Hi honey, I'm home," she announced.
Nicola sprung to her feet. "Listen, I have to
tell you..."
"Fuck now, talk later," Angela demanded. Nicola
glanced down and saw the measure of her ardor
artificially erect and poking out from Angela's
crotch. She grabbed Nicola by the wrist and threw
her to the ground.
"Oppphhh!" gasped Nicola as she fell onto the
sandy floor, the wind temporarily knocked out of
her. Angela kneeled behind her, grasping her
firmly by the hips and pulling the hapless
starlet towards the glistening shaft of the
driftwood dildo.
(Glistening? Glistening with what? Nicola didn't
think she wanted to know!)
"Angela, no wait!" Nicola cried. She was
painfully aware of the cameras all around her,
capturing their zealous coupling from every
angle. Her bare body bloomed red with her
embarrassment.
But Angela was on a roll and wasn't in the mood
for discussion. She pushed Nicola forward, her
head down on the ground. Smirking, she looked
down at the picture Nicola presented her: ass in
the air (quivering slightly), legs apart, pussy-
lips moist and ready.
With a grunt, she mounted the adorable Aussie,
the dildo sliding in easily right up to the hilt.
Nicola, sand in her mouth, let out the smallest
of squeals. Oh well, she thought. Angela would
find out sooner or later.
Cackling with glee, Angela proceeded to fuck
Nicola, bouncing her vigorously off her
improvised cock.
But, sooner came sooner than Nicola would've
thought.
The bare-naked beauty was just beginning to enjoy
the frenzied pussy-plunged being administered to
her when suddenly a shadow fell across the
couple.
Angela stopped, and looked up in surprise. From
her awkward doggy position, Nicola looked up too.
A man was standing in the doorway.
"Ahem," he said. "Sorry to interrupt, but
whenever you're ready we can go."
**********
"Ooooh," moaned Nicola.
"Yeeessss! That feels soooo good!" she squealed.
"Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she groaned.
Nicola was sitting in the office of Dick
Dickerson, producer of BikiniVivor. Her arms
folded, she glowered across his desk at the TV
set that was currently playing just a small
sample of the material that had been recorded on
Angel Island. It was from that TV that the sounds
of Nicola being well and truly fucked were
emanating.
Thankfully, it hadn't gone out live, only pre-
recorded for later broadcast. Now, after some
legal intervention by Nicola, it never would.
"You can switch it off now," said Nicola.
"Wait, wait," said Dickerson, "this is the good
bit."
The Nicola on screen, completely naked, bronzed
by the Caribbean sun and writhing in sexual
desire, tossed back her chestnut-colored hair and
let out a shameless banshee cry of passion.
"Off!" demanded Nicola, her cheeks coloring.
Dickerson let out a small sigh and pressed the
'stop' button.
"It's such a pity. None of the other six
'castaway' couples are giving us anything like
this. We always knew that you and Angela Monroe
would be dynamite television, but we never
expected anything this hot..."
"That is not an accurate depiction of our usual
relationship," Nicola replied stiffly. "Now, as
you know, the contract my agent negotiated
contained a clause that specified I would be
given final approval for any footage featuring
me."
Dickerson nodded. That was, of course, before
Nicola knew what the true nature of BikiniVivor
was. It had been a mistake to accept the deal,
but the possibility of getting the Nicola Baron
on the show was something he couldn't pass up.
"Such a shame," he said again. Nicola ignored
him.
"I'm exercising my legal right, and will be
relieving you of the masters."
Dickerson shrugged. He ejected the tape from the
machine (a large, 3 hour Beta SP tape, twice the
size of an ordinary VHS tape) and placed it in a
box along with all the other tapes.
"All the footage we got of you and Angela. I
hereby relinquish our rights to you, Ms. Baron."
Wordlessly, Nicola stood and picked up the box,
making for the door.
"If you don't mind me asking," Dickerson called
after her, "what do you intend to do with all
those tapes?"
Nicola narrowed her eyes.
"Payback," she murmured.
**********
Nicola was on the balcony of her condo, sunning
herself.
Nude, of course.
Nicola had developed a taste for nude sunbathing
long before she was 'castaway' on Angel Island,
and if anything her passion for taking her
clothes off was not diminished by her enforced
period of nudity. The only difference now was her
all-over tan was even deeper and richer than ever
before.
In the building across from hers, Nicola spied
curtains twitching. She grinned. It was good to
be back in Hollywood again. She rolled over,
presenting her delectable ass to her audience.
The doorbell rang. Nicola had a pretty good idea
who it was. She stood up from the sun lounger and
put her robe on (she could almost hear the sigh
of disappointment). The blue satin material
slithered delightfully across her skin. Even now,
days after returning, she still felt a little
strange putting clothes back on.
Nicola strode through her apartment and opened
the door. Her visitor was-
"Angela Monroe!" said Nicola, in a none-too-
authentic thrilled voice. "How delightful to see
you."
Her raven-haired nemesis (and some-time lover)
was dressed simply in a pair of crisp white
shorts and polo shirt, her perky little boobs
poking out at Nicola. It looked like the prissy
little princess had just come from tennis.
"Nicola," Angela greeted her with a thin-lipped
smile. "May I come in?"
"Please," Nicola replied munificently. Obviously
feeling awkward, Angela stepped inside, closing
the door behind her. Nicola marched over to a
chair and seated herself, peering at Angela like
a queen surveying a subject. Her robe fell open
slightly, revealing her naked thighs.
Nicola made no move to cover up. Angela
swallowed.
"I-I thought I'd better come and apologize," she
said, squirming. "The things I did when we were
on that island. I'd never..."
"Fuck another woman?" Nicola prompted. Angela
nodded, disgusted.
"I guess," Angela continued, "being shipwrecked,
under those conditions, I think I went a little
crazy." She added a nervous laugh.
"Get to the point," said Nicola sharply. "I know
why you're here." Nicola knew perfectly well that
while her agent had insisted on the final
approval clause, Angela's hadn't. That meant that
Nicola owned all the footage and there wasn't a
damn thing Angela could do about it.
Angela reached out a delicate hand, in which she
clutched a document.
"It's a contract, to assign co-ownership of the
'BikiniVivor' footage to me."
Nicola, atop her throne, glanced at it but made
no move to accept.
"I don't know..." she replied. "Maybe I could cut
together a video release. I've always fancied
being a producer. How does the title 'Angel
Island Bitch' grab you?"
Angela let out a moan of dismay. "You wouldn't! I
mean, you'd be in it too!"
Nicola smirked. For once, she had Angela right
where she wanted her! The videotapes of her
fucking Nicola were a source of extreme
embarrassment to the raven-haired beauty, and she
would no doubt do anything to make sure they
never saw the light of day.
Anything.
Angela let out a small sob. Tears welled up in
her dark eyes. "Please!" she beseeched Nicola,
her hands clasped before her. "I'm begging you!
Sign the contract, destroy those tapes! I don't
want anyone to see..." she broke off in a blub of
despair.
"It's alright," Nicola said in a soothing voice.
"But if I'm going to do this for you, I really
think we should even up the score for what
happened on that island."
It took a moment for Angela to realize what
Nicola meant. Her eyes grew wide, and all the
color drained from her face.
"Nooo! Anything but... that."
Nicola's face was unusually hard as she stared at
Angela. "Strip," she ordered.
Off came the white tennis sneakers, revealing the
starlet's dainty little feet.
Shaking, Angela's hands fell to the front button
of her shorts. She momentarily fumbled with the
clasp, and then with a rustle those sexy little
shorts were sliding down her legs. Underneath,
Angela was wearing a pair of plain white cotton
panties.
Blushing, Angela moved on to the polo shirt. She
raised it up over her head, revealing her perky
little bra-less boobs, brown little nipples pert
and erect. Their island adventure had left a
definite tan line on Angela's sleek and normally
white body, a boundary traced around those tasty
little titties.
Seeing her pause mid-strip, Nicola growled, "I
meant all the way."
Angela swallowed and nodded. She hooked her
fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly,
she slid them down her long legs, stepping out of
them.
She stood before Nicola completely naked, just as
the Aussie starlet had been for their entire stay
on Angel Island. Angela tried to put a brave face
on it, but her red face betrayed the humiliation
of the moment at Nicola's hands. Her hands
wandered across her body, trying to preserve some
measure of modest.
But Nicola wasn't finished.
"Assume the position," she ordered, exactly the
same command Angela had given her only a few days
ago. Her eyes bulged in surprise, but, slowly and
shaky, she lowered her trembling body down on all
fours, kneeling on Nicola's floor with her ass in
the air.
Nicola smiled, satisfied. She stood up, reaching
for the belt that tied her robe together. A
single tug and it fell open, revealing her
stunning, tanned physique. Angela, crouched at
her feet, flinched.
The Aussie starlet tossed her robe aside and
strode out of the room. A moment later she
returned, holding something in her hands. From
her submissive position, Angela twisted her head
upwards to see what it was.
She gasped.
For Nicola held in her dainty little hands a
monstrous black strap-on dildo. Not the same one
Angela had, Professor-like, fashioned from
whatever was at hand on Angel Island, but a big
plastic beastie Nicola had bought from a sex shop
on Hollywood Boulevard.
Angela quivered, realizing she was about to get a
taste of her own medicine.
"How does this bloody thing go?" Nicola muttered
under her breath as she fiddled with the leather
straps, trying to affix the artificial pussy-
plunger around her slender waist and onto her
crotch. The black head of the dildo bobbed back
and forth, and Angela eyed it with the greatest
of trepidation.
"There," announced Nicola at last. "Looks good?"
She posed, hands on hips, the plastic cock
rampant before her. Angela didn't answer the
question.
Nicola positioned herself behind Angela. For
once, the bitchy starlet was quiet, submissive,
letting Nicola do with her as she will. Nicola
slipped two fingers into Angela's cunt and was
surprised to find her moist and ready.
Perhaps Angela really did want this? Once again,
Nicola wondered over her sexual orientation.
Maybe buried under that ice-queen exterior Angela
was not too different to Nicola, a bi-sexual fuck
bunny who longed to be dominated.
There came a sharp hiss from Angela, an intake of
breath. "Please," she begged, "just do it."
"Easy girl," replied Nicola, stroking her back.
"I intend to enjoy this."
Nicola, in her kneeling position, raised herself
up. The dildo reared up before her, the head
gently slapping against Angela's ass. She
flinched at the touch, her cheeks quivering in
anticipation.
Nicola grasped Angela firmly by the hips,
enjoying the sensation of her cool, moist flesh
under her hands. A sweet, honeysuckle scent rose
from her sinuous body, fresh from a recent
shower. Nicola breathed it in deeply.
The plastic dick impatiently nudged between
Angela's thighs, as if it had a mind of its own
and was eager to get on with it. Angela whimpered
slightly.
"Lend a helping hand," Nicola commanded.
Angela balanced her weight on one hand, and
reached back between her legs with the other,
wrapping her elegant fingers around the black
dildo. She grasped it firmly, guiding it towards
her watering cunt.
With a triumphant smile, Nicola lunged forward.
In a single stroke she mounted the bitchy
starlet. Angela let out a gasp of surprise, as
the dark monster slithered between her pussy lips
with a violent lurch.
Nicola didn't waste anytime, straight off setting
a blistering pace, frantically fucking away. The
constant bucking set Angela lurching back and
forth, and she now needed both hands on the floor
to try and keep her steady. Not that Nicola's
dildo required her guidance anymore, it was
imbedded deep within the warmest part of her
anatomy and pumping merrily away.
Nicola enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being on
the giving end of a brisk doggy fuck. She slapped
her crotch firmly against Angela's ass with each
stroke, and leaned forward, rubbing her generous
boobs against Angela's heaving back.
So this is what it feels like to be a man, she
mused. Not too shabby.
Angela bit her lip, but still couldn't help but
let out a series of little cries and moans as
Nicola vigorously fucked her. The most obscene
sucking, guzzling noises emanated from Angela's
cunt as Nicola's dildo slurped in and out of her.
"You want this, don't you, bitch?" said Nicola,
again deliberately mirroring what Angela had said
to her.
"Yes!" she panted in reply. "Fuck me! Fuck me
harder!" Angela's screams echoed out, no doubt
giving Nicola's neighbors something to gossip
about.
Despite her protestations of heterosexuality,
Angela was dripping wet, her juices flowing down
her thighs, lubricating Nicola's fevered humping.
Nicola wryly realized that her payback was almost
complete- Angela was enjoying her submission.
There was only one thing left...
"Oh God!" Angela cried out. Beneath her, Nicola
could feel Angela's squirming, writhing body
approach climax. Nicola picked up the pace,
sawing in and out of Angela's cunt at such a pace
there must've been smoke wisping out from between
them.
Angela was a bucking broncho, and Nicola was just
the cowgirl to ride her to orgasm.
"Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Angela squealed. She
pressed her ass firmly back against Nicola, her
contracting cunt muscles wrapping tightly around
the dildo. Her face a grimace of pleasure, Angela
came.
The starlets fell into a wet, sticky mass of
flesh.
"The tapes," Angela gasped, fighting for breath.
"You'll destroy them?"
Nicola nodded, panting as well.
I'll never underestimate reality programming
again, she thought to herself.
END.
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Title: Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MMMFFF, oral, exhib
Summary: During a photoshoot for "Bikini Stewardesses 2", Nicola, Jennifer and Candy Barr are asked to serve as real stewardesses on a business flight.
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex
scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and
I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws
in most states would require it not be read by
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by
adult themes, you should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women
presented as sexual objects. There is nothing
wrong with this as they are only fictional
characters. I urge readers, especially young
males, to not regard real women in this way.
This work is 2002 the author. Permission is
granted to freely distribute, provided it is
not altered in any way.
There is no Nicola. All characters are
fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is
only a fantasy, so any similarity to real
persons, events & institutions is pure
coincidence.
Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a
series of erotic stories about an Australian
model-turned-actress who travels to Hollywood
to find stardom. They are to date: (in reading
order)
1. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
2. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
3. Bikini Audition
4. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High <-
5. Hollywood Party Hostesses
6. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
7. Nicola Gets A Woody
8. Bikini Christmas Carol
9. Sex Kitten
10. Best in Show
Please don't email me asking for the other
stories, you can find them in a Usenet archive
such as google.com/groups or possibly ASSM's
own archive.
Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it
relevant to this story, positive or negative.
I'm [email protected]
Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High (MMMFFF oral
exhib)
"Ok, girls, let's lose those bikini tops, shall
we?" asked Tom the photographer. Nicola,
smiling down the lens, complied. The Aussie
reached behind her neck and tugged on the
strings that held her blue bikini top in place.
It fell loose, exposing her delicious tanned
tits. Jennifer, standing next to Nicola, did so
as well, grinning as she bared her own
impressive rack. The third model, Candy Barr,
was a little shyer, and blushed slightly as she
uncovered her own small but pert breasts.
The girls were in an empty hanger at Van Nuys
Airport doing a publicity photoshoot for the
movie they'd just finished, "Bikini
Stewardesses 2". All three were wearing their
'Bikini Stewardess' costumes: blue bikinis,
blue caps perched at jaunty angles upon their
heads, white cuffs and collars, and a set of
gold wings clipped to the right bikini strap.
Nicola, Jennifer and Candy lounged across the
wing of a Cessna as Tom directed them to strip.
Nicola tossed her top aside. Leaning forward, a
naughty smirk in her lips, Nicola squeezed her
boobs together. "Great, fabulous," said Tom,
shooting off roll after roll of film. The
gorgeous Aussie starlet was in her element now,
posing nude for the camera.
"Now tweak your nipples," instructed Tom.
Nicola obliged, tugging on her little pink buds
till they puckered and hardened. Nicola loved
to show off her perfect body. Her lithe, 38-25-
36 body was the stuff of (wet) dreams. The
model-turned-actress from Australian may not
have been born an exhibitionist, but in the
past few months she had taken to it like a
trooper. Her adventures in Hollywood had given
her many opportunities to get naked, and not
just in the B-movies she had appeared in. No
sooner had Nicola wrapped on "Bikini Bandits"
than she'd been cast in "Bikini Stewardesses
2". Both films had featured oodles of nudity.
"Great tits, girls," said Tom. "Thanks,"
Jennifer replied. Candy blushed, a bloom of red
that spread across her bare chest. Nicola was
in good company with these two. Jennifer had
seduced Nicola at an audition, and then two had
been friends ever since. Candy was a new comer
to the industry, but an enthusiastic learner.
"Why don't we get rid of these bikini bottoms
and do some full-frontals?" Jennifer suggested
with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. Tom
laughed. "Sure, sweetheart." Nicola tugged at
the knot that held the remainder of her bikini
in place, teasing the camera. Slowly, the slip
of material fell away, baring Nicola's neatly-
trimmed muff. The bikini bottoms joined her top
on the floor and Nicola was gloriously nude.
Tom switched on a boom-box and the hanger was
filled with a thumping beat. The girls danced
to the music, bare breasts pounding in a
display of naked lust. Tom moved around the
starlets, flashing off pictures, capturing
their nude bodies from every angle.
Finally, Tom cut the music. Sweat dripped from
his brow, and Nicola noted with pride the bulge
in his crotch. It was always a compliment to be
able to get a professional aroused. "Phew. Well
girls, that's a wrap for today. I'll see you
all tomorrow."
As Tom packed up his gear, the three gorgeous
girls put their discarded bikinis back on. They
were now alone in the hanger.
"So, Knickers," said Jennifer, "how about we
head out to my place and christen the new hot
tub? Swimsuit optional, of course." She pinched
Nicola's ass cheek, bare in the g-string
bikini. The Aussie laughed. "How about you come
join us, Candy? I always thought you were
seriously cute."
"Sorry, guys," the petite blonde placed a hand
on her crotch. "Much like the Vice President's
parking space, this spot's reserved for dick."
They walked across the hanger laughing, when
they suddenly noticed someone standing at the
entrance watching them. He was a tall, handsome
man dressed in an expensive suit. As they
approached him, he gave the three starlets a
disarming smile. "Well, hello there," he said.
"Hello yourself," Nicola purred. He was openly
ogling the girls, drinking in the sight of
their near-naked bodies in those tiny little
string bikinis. "My name is Donovan Tate."
"*The* Donovan Tate? The millionaire?"
Jennifer's eyes were wide with lust. Donovan
gave a modest smile. "The same."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tate. My name is
Nicola Baron, but you can call me Knickers."
They shook hands, setting her boobs jiggling in
the tight confines of her bikini top. This
little show was not lost on Tate, who leered
shamelessly at her tits. "These are my friends,
Jennifer Dempster and Candy Barr."
"Wow, I've never seen stewardess uniforms quite
like that before," said Tate, eyeing up the
tiny outfits the girls had worn in the movie
(when they were wearing clothes at all).
"Oh, we're not stewardesses," replied Candy.
Tate's face fell. "That's a shame. My private
plane is about to take off on a business
flight, and the three stewardesses I had booked
to work the flight have baled on me at the last
moment. I badly need to find some
replacements."
"What my friend means," Jennifer interjected,
"is that we're not regular stewardesses, we're
bikini stewardesses. And it just so happens
that we're for hire."
"Great!" said Tate, "How soon can you start?"
"Hold on there, big fella," Jennifer replied.
"Being bikini stewardesses we don't exactly
come cheap."
"Money is no object." Tate produced his wallet.
"Would six hundred dollars apiece suffice?"
Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Six hundred dollars!
Why, sir, I do believe you've hit upon the
right amount."
Uh-oh thought Nicola. What is Jennifer getting
them into? She glanced over at Candy, who
looked more than a little surprised at what
Jennifer was cooking up.
"Great. Meet me over at my Gulfstream, Hanger
227, in fifteen minutes." He flashed the girls
a smile and then left.
"Are you crazy!" wailed Candy. "We don't know
anything about being stewardesses!"
"Relax," Jennifer soothed her. "It's just like
waitressing. Smile, serve drinks, and when you
bend over let them look at your tits. Nothing
to it. How about it, Knickers, you in?"
"Six hundred dollars?" Just thinking about all
that money made Nicola horny. "Sure, why not?"
They looked at the reluctant Candy. "Come on,
Candy. It'll be fun!" said Jennifer. "And think
of the money," Nicola added.
"Well OK." Candy replied. But she still didn't
look too sure.
Fifteen minutes late, the three bikini-clad
starlets were assembled in Hanger 227 under a
very impressive Gulfstream jet. "Wow, look at
this thing!" Nicola exclaimed. Tate stood by
the wing, eyeing her up. Nicola suggestively
ran her hand along the plane's nose.
"This is an important flight. Tate Industries
is expanding and I have to sign a distribution
deal with representatives from three other
corporations. So I need you girls to work your
charm on them, make sure that they relax and
get in the mood to sign these contracts."
"Don't worry, Mr. Tate," Jennifer assured him.
"The bikini stewardesses know how to make our
passengers very, very happy." She gave a wink.
Tate laughed, no doubt getting what she was
implying.
"But full service comes at a price," Nicola
added. "And I do mean full service." She
reached out and stroked his face. Tate
swallowed. With his tongue hanging out he
hastily cried, "An extra 300, a piece, when
they sign!"
The three exchanged glances, and then nodded.
"You got yourself a deal, Mr. Tate," said
Nicola.
"OK girls, climb aboard!" Tate opened the cabin
door and gallantly allowed them to board first.
Nicola climbed the steps, her thong-covered
bottom wiggling with every step. Tate's eyes
were glued to that delicious little peach, and
couldn't resist giving her a little pat. Nicola
gave a gasp of surprise then stepped inside.
Now Jennifer mounted the ladder. She paused at
the top, jiggling her bottom for Tate. "Well?"
she asked. Tate shrugged and obliged her with a
pat on her bare ass cheek. Now it was the
reluctant Candy's turn. She, too, paused at the
top of the steps. "Oh, go on then," she rolled
her eyes. Mr. Tate grinned, and gave her
backside a gentle slap. Candy blushed and
boarded the plane.
"Wow!" Nicola exclaimed as she looked around
the plush interior of the aircraft. The main
compartment featured an oak conference table
surrounded by wide chairs that looked
considerably more comfy than those found on
commercial planes. "Kinda puts our crappy set
to shame, doesn't it?" whispered Jennifer.
Nicola stifled a giggle, remembering the cheap
cardboard 'aircraft' they had filmed "Bikini
Stewardesses 2" in.
Tate took them through a silk curtain to the
forward cabin, which consisted of a galley and
some seats for the girls. Just forward of this
was the cockpit.
Tate explained what he wanted for the flight:
the three guests will come aboard. Tate, pilot
for the day, would take off and fly the
Gulfstream up to 5,000 feet, then come back to
the conference room to launch into his spiel.
At this point, the girls will be introduced,
really building up their entrance. Then they'll
come back and meet the businessmen. From there,
it's serving drinks and then lunch.
"Hopefully," said Tate, "by then I'll have
their signatures on these contracts."
"Don't worry, Mr. Tate," said Jennifer, "we'll
do everything we can to convince those men to
sign."
"Anything?" asked Tate.
"Anything," Nicola replied with a wink. She was
in a naughty mood today, which meant those
three lucky businessmen were in for a really
fun flight.
Tate went back into the conference room, and
the sound of male voices drifted through to the
galley. There was much laughing and
backslapping, and Nicola could only imagine
what Tate was telling them.
Soon Tate came back and told the bikini
stewardesses to strap themselves in for take-
off. As Nicola felt the force of gravity
groping her near-nude body, and the vinyl seat
rubbing against her bare ass, she felt
goosebumps rising on her skin. Donovan Tate
badly wanted those contracts signed. And it was
Nicola, Jennifer and Candy's job to make sure
they got signed. Just how far would that
starlets go to get those signatures? Was Nicola
taking off for an orgy in the sky? She didn't
know, but she sure couldn't wait to find out.
Soon they were cruising at altitude. Tate set
the aircraft on autopilot for a gentle cruise
over the Pacific Ocean. Back in the galley, he
gave one last look over the three barely-
dressed beauties, drinking in the sight of
their cleavages squeezed into those too-small
bikinis.
"Good luck girls!" he said, and disappeared
into the conference room.
As everything was pretty much ready in the
galley, with the drinks cart well stocked and a
selection of gourmet meals precooked, the
starlets had nothing else to do but make sure
they looked pretty for the men they had to
entertain. Jennifer stood in front of a mirror,
adjusting her miniscule bikini top to expose as
much boobflesh as possible. The tiny panels
covered her nipples and little else, but still
Jennifer was dissatisfied. "Do you think it's
too late to change from Bikini Stewardesses to
Topless Stewardesses?" she asked.
Nicola could hear the sound of male voices
drifting through from the conference room. Her
blood was beginning to rise at the thought of
just how she was going to convince them to
sign. Sit on their laps? Stroke their arms? Let
them make any adjustments they feel necessary
to her costume? It was the anticipation that
made her wet. Nicola adjusted her little
stewardess cap, setting it a jaunty angle. She
couldn't wait until Mr. Tate came through that
curtain and told them it was time for Nicola
and the girls to do what they did best.
Candy was nervous, and the sight of her two
friends preening themselves didn't make her
feel any better. "I don't know if I can do
this," she said. Nicola gave her a hug,
pressing her boobs against the reluctant
starlet. "Come on, Candy. You're such a
gorgeous little sky-bunny, those guys just
won't be able to resist your charms." That
perked her up a little. "You think so?"
"I know so," Nicola replied. She looked down at
Candy's cleavage, bursting out of her bikini
top. "Just look at those babies." Candy
brightened. "Yeah, I do have great tits, don't
I?"
Tate poked his head through the curtain. "Heads
up girls! Time for you to make an entrance.
Come on through when you hear me call for you,
and then work your magic."
"It's showtime!" Nicola squealed with
excitement.
On the other side of the curtain, Donovan Tate
turned back to his prospective business
partners and shot them a thumbs-up. The three
men grinned in anticipation. As soon as
negotiations about the Tate Industries deal had
begun to flag, the millionaire had suggested
they take a little break. He then whetted their
appetites with a description of the three
little hostesses who would serve as their in-
flight entertainment: an adorable Aussie with a
terrific rack, a gorgeous brunette with a
naughty glint in her eye, and a cute little
blonde with perky tits. All neatly gift-wrapped
in charming little stewardess outfits. The
three businessmen were practically drooling by
now, all thoughts of the contract forgotten.
"Gentlemen, you wanna meet our three tempting
little cabin-cuties?" Tate asked. They roared
in reply. "OK, girls, come on in."
The curtain parted and the three delectable
bikini stewardesses entered the conference
room, greeted with cheers and wolf-whistles.
Smiling, they posed for the men. You couldn't
help but ogle the luscious threesome, dressed
in their revealing "stewardess" outfits. The
blue bikinis showed off far more flesh than
they covered, and served as little more than
gift-wrapping for their firm young bodies.
Boobs were squeezed into tops. G-strings
disappeared between butt-cheeks.
"Jennifer, why don't you come over here and
meet Wolfgang Schmidt from Germany," Tate
suggested. Jennifer sauntered over to a tall,
good-looking blonde man. Putting her arm around
him, she bent over slightly, presenting a very
tempting view of her boobs as if serving them
up on a tray. "Guten tag, fraulein," said
Wolfgang, his eyes glued to her chest. "Well
hello to you," replied the sultry brunette. "If
there's anything I can do to make your flight
more enjoyable- and I do mean anything- just
you let me know, sugar." Wolfgang nodded
franticly. "Ja, ja!"
"And would could be better for our visitor from
Hong Kong, Leo Kuang, than a tasty little slice
of all-American pie. Candy, would you do the
honors?" The blushing blonde stepped forward
and placed her hand on Leo's thigh. With a
giggle she said, "OK, I've never done anything
like this before, but I'm a quick learner, if
you know what I mean." She gave Leo a wink.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he replied
(surprisingly with an English accent), "I'll be
gentle with you."
"Finally, Big Joe Jackson from Texas, meet
Nicola from Australia." Grinning, the Texan
doffed his hat. "Howdy, missy."
"Please, call me Knickers," Nicola purred. She
strode over to the Texan. As she approached
him, the plane suddenly struck a pocked of air
turbulence. Nicola stumbled forward,
accidentally shoving her boobs right into Big
Joe's face. "I'm sorry about that," said Nicola
as she stood up straight
"I ain't complaining!" laughed Joe. Nicola
giggled. "It's a pleasure to meet you 'Big
Joe'. I hope that's an accurate nickname."
"Maybe you'll find out for yourself, little
lady." Everyone joined in laughing at the
double entendre.
"You guys just sit back and relax," Nicola
announced. "The bikini stewardesses are here to
make sure you all have a very memorable flight.
For the next couple of hours we'll be at your
beck and call. The galley is well stocked, and
we're ready to take care of all your needs."
She flashed a smile at the three men, whose
crotches now sported visible bulges. "We'll
begin with a round of drinks. Now who wants
what?"
Wolfgang ordered a German beer. Leo asked for a
scotch & soda. For Big Joe, a bourbon.
"Is there any particular way you'd like those
served?" Nicola asked with a wink. Wolfgang got
the hint. "How about you bring them to us
toplez."
The girls gave mock gasps of surprise. Tate
chuckled. "Well," said Jennifer, "we did say
we'd do anything for our passengers. So I guess
we have to." With a cute little wiggle of three
bottoms, the girls swished out through the
curtain and back into the galley.
"I don't know if I can do this," said Candy,
once they were alone.
"Come on," Nicola replied, "you were nude in
the movie lotsa times."
"Yeah, but I was acting," the blushing blonde
replied.
Jennifer was impatient. "I know how to get
things moving." She grabbed Candy's bikini top
and yanked it off. She gave a yelp of surprise
and covered her boobs.
"Look, all you have to do is act again," Nicola
told her. "Remember all the times your
character Cindy took her clothes off?" Candy
nodded. "Yeah?"
"So all you have to do is play Cindy to those
guys out there."
Candy thought about it for a while. "Oh! OK."
Shyly, she removed her hands from her chest,
baring her tits to her co-starlets.
"That's the spirit!" piped up Jennifer. She
tugged off her own top. Nicola quickly joined
in the toplessness, baring her beautiful
breasts. Looking down at them, the Aussie
starlet smiled. She couldn't resist rubbing her
tanned tits. "Yknow, if things had worked out
differently, I'd've made a great topless
waitress."
"I'll say," Jennifer replied, licking her lips.
The three burst into laughter.
A moment later, the curtain parted once more
and the three bare-breasted beauties paraded
back into the conference room, a naughty smile
on their lips. In one hand were the guys'
drinks, in the other their bikini tops.
Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe greeted their little
costume alteration with applause and whistles.
The girls replied with modesty.
"There was this tag in my bikini," quipped
Nicola, "it said FAA regulations prohibit the
wearing of this garment at 10,000 feet. So off
it goes!" She draped it over the arm of Big
Joe's chair.
"Here you are sweetie," said Jennifer, "a
little souvenir of your visit to the US of A."
She added her bikini top over to Wolfgang, who
obviously enjoyed the gift.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" giggled
Candy, as she hung her top around Leo's neck.
"Say, girls, this looks like it's going to be a
long flight. I hope the boys don't mind if we
make ourselves a little comfortable," Jennifer
asked her cohorts.
"I don't think there'll be any complaints,"
Nicola replied. With that she threw one of her
long legs across Big Joe and plunked her bottom
on his lap. Joe stared at her, open mouthed.
Nicola gave a wiggle to settle herself, feeling
his prick rub against her bare ass cheeks.
"Ooooh, Big Joe!" she squealed.
Now the three businessmen each had a topless
stewardess sitting on his lap, a fresh young
pussy grinding against their crotches. Tate
smiled. "Let's get back into it, shall we?"
As negotiations resumed, it was the clear the
cooing bimbos were beginning to sap their
business acumen. It was sure hard to
concentrate on the business at hand with a
luscious, pert pair of boobs right in front of
your face! They were being petted and pampered
by three of the hottest starlets Hollywood had
to offer. Tate now bargained to make the deal
even more favorable to himself, reducing the
profit margins for his three partners and
increasing the stakes they would have to put
up. And it was all thanks to Nicola and her
friends.
A while later and it was time to serve lunch.
The girls stood up from their seats, and the
three men squirmed to cover their erections.
Menus were handed out, each starlet careful to
smile and bend at the waist so their man got a
mouth-watering sight of their unencumbered tits
swinging free.
The boys made their lunch choices, but it was
clear from their hungry gazes that they'd much
rather be helping themselves to some succulent
starlet tits instead.
The girls retired back to the galley to prepare
the food. Candy was buzzing. "Can you believe I
just did that!" she squealed with excitement.
Jennifer smirked. She reached out and gave one
of the blonde's boobs a playful squeeze. "Maybe
it'll be a day of many firsts," she said. Candy
turned scarlet. "One step at a time," she said,
trying to pull away from Jennifer's roaming
hands.
"Come on, you two," the topless Nicola scolded
them. "We're here to be groped, not to grope
each other. Now come on, we got a contract to
secure."
Back out in the conference room, the girls
served up lunch. Tate was driving a hard deal
for Wolfgang, Leo and Big Joe, and the three
was glad of a break to eat their meals, with
their respective topless stewardesses on hand.
Tate excused himself, and went up to the
cockpit.
Nicola smiled seductively at Big Joe as he
wolfed down his steak, her hand straying across
his lap. "I like a man with a big appetite,"
she murmured. He leered at her. "And I like a
girl with big tits." Nicola laughed, jiggling
her bare boobs. The Texan's eyes lit up as he
beheld those wobbling Aussie whoppers. "Do you
mind if I, er, touch them?" he asked.
"Go ahead," said Nicola replied, leaning
forward and pushing her boobs into his face.
Big Joe licked his lips and brought his large
hands up to gently cup Nicola's breasts. As his
fingers brushed against her erect nipples,
Nicola let out a moan. "Mmmm," she purred.
"You'll have to forgive me, I have very
sensitive nipples."
"Really?" Joe replied.
"Uh-huh. The slightest touch can set me-
ooooooh!" Nicola closed her eyes as Big Joe
squeezed her tender buds. Her hand tugged down
the zip on his pants, and the only thing
between Nicola and Joe's cock was a very
expensive pair of silk boxers. Nicola could
feel the monster rearing up in her grasp, eager
to taste the delights of her moist pussy.
"It's such a shame," whispered Nicola, "that
'Big Joe' has chores to do before he can come
out and play." Nicola nodded toward the
contract lying on the table. Joe swallowed. He
was being eaten up with desire, but he couldn't
sign Tate's contract. Through the material of
his underpants, Nicola firmly grasped Joe's
penis. She smiled at the thought of what she
was doing, the amount of power her nubile body
had over men. Joe was weakening, and Nicola
knew it. It was almost as if the blood pumping
into his dick was draining from his brain,
making him less capable of making a business
decision.
Tate returned. He looked over the scene, his
would-be partners engaging in some heavy
petting with the three half-naked starlets, and
grinned. Tate could smell victory!
"Ladies, why don't you withdraw to the galley
and fetch the guests dessert? It looks like
everyone is still hungry."
With sultry smiles, the girls stood up and left
their eager partners. Back in the galley, they
debated how to serve dessert.
"We should sit in their laps and spoon feed
them," Candy suggested, now getting into her
role as a sex-crazed bikini stewardess.
Suddenly a loud roar of approval could be heard
from the conference room. Nicola wondered what
that could be about. Smiling, Tate entered
through the curtain.
"I know you were only supposed to serve lunch
for the guests," he said, face flushed, "but
I've told them you'll do something a little
different for dessert."
"And what is it?" Nicola asked with a raised
eyebrow.
"I told them you'd put ice-cream on your boobs
and let them lick it off."
Jennifer clapped her hands in delight. "Sounds
like fun!"
"Wait a moment," said Nicola, "I think that's
stretching our original contract just a
little."
Tate rolled his eyes. "OK, OK, an extra
hundred!" Nicola smiled. "We'll be out
shortly."
Tate left. Jennifer shook her head. "Why,
Knickers, you little mercenary!" The Aussie
starlet shrugged. "Hey, if I can have some fun
and make some money at the same time, why not?"
However, Candy's earlier trepidations had
returned. "Lick ice-cream off my boobs?" She
looked at the girls with wide eyes, clutching
her chesty treasures.
"Come on," cried Jennifer, "you haven't lived
till you've felt a hot tongue licking ice-cold
desserts off your tits! Trust me on this." They
stared at her. "What? A girl's got to work her
way through college somehow," said Jennifer
defensively.
"Candy," said Nicola, "you've had fun so far
right? And you want the extra $100?"
"I guess so." The bashful blonde with beautiful
boobs was beginning to come around to her co-
star's way of thinking.
A few moments later the curtain parted once
more and the three topless starlets strode back
into the conference room. Each took up a
hostess's position right next to their assigned
passenger, carrying a small dish of ice cream.
"Gentlemen," Nicola announced, "for your dining
pleasure, a rare a very exquisite dessert- ice
cream served a la stewardess."
The three men clapped as the girls seated
themselves back on their laps, facing toward
their eager passenger. Nicola made herself
comfortable, smiling at Joe. He didn't seem to
notice, his eyes shinning bright were glued to
her chest inches from his salivating lips.
Nicola took a dollop of vanilla ice cream onto
a spoon, and ladled it onto her left boob. The
Aussie starlet gave a slight gasp as the chilly
desert made contact with her skin. It slid down
a little, covering her erect nipple like a
snowy peak. The white of the ice cream made a
nice contrast against her tanned skin. Nicola
repeated the operation with her right boob,
covering her breast with a second topping of
frosty dessert. A very tempting dish indeed!
Big Joe placed his hands on Nicola's waist,
pulling her toward him. Nicola obediently leant
forward, bringing her chest toward Joe's
waiting lips. Nothing prepared Nicola for the
feelings that followed. Big Joe's hot tongue
flicked out, slithering across her boob as he
licked at the ice cream. She groaned, her
sensitive nipple caught between sizzling and
chilly sensations. Again Joe's tongue shot out,
raising goosebumps on Nicola's areolas. She
shivered with delight.
Around her the scene was being replayed with
Jennifer and Candy. Evidently Jennifer was no
stranger to being a serving dish as she
expertly covered her own tits in ice cream.
Candy was fast becoming a fan of this
particular method of service, giving little
squeaks of delight as Leo enthusiastically
lapped away at her chest.
Nicola spooned more of the cold ice cream onto
her boobs for the hungry Texan. His head bobbed
furiously between her boobs, randomly switching
from nipple to nipple, eager to lick up the
sweet treat. Nicola could feel his 'other' head
anxiously squirming beneath her bottom, a
pussy-plunging monster that wanted some
attention too.
Nicola, mouth open and eyes closed, hugged Joe
to her chest, letting the pleasant tingling
sensation wash across her titties. The licking
was now replaced with vigorous sucking and a
little chewing as Joe switched to slurping
noisily on each moist, pink nipple in turn.
The starlet moaned with delight, reaching down
to tug at the knot that held her bikini bottoms
in place. Nicola wasn't completely naked, but
only in the sense that a true starlet is only
naked without a pretty smile. In this case it
was an angelic smile of debauched pleasure.
Nude of any clothing, Nicola began to bounce
slightly in Joe's lap, rubbing her bottom
against his engorged cock.
Finally, the excited businessman pulled away
from Nicola's damp tits. "Knickers, honey, I
gotta get some relief, if you know what I mean,
right now." Nicola longed to scream yes and
dive straight in, but she was a girl with a
mission to complete first.
"You know what you have to do," she gasped in
barely suppressed pleasure. "Sign the contract,
and 'Big Joe' gets a big reward."
Joe was out of his mind with lust. He leaned
forward toward the table, squashing Nicola's
bare body against his chest and cried out in
desperation "Where's a pen, a pen?"
Tate grinned. "Here ya go, Joe, borrow mine."
Joe grabbed the pen and hastily scribbled his
signature on the contract. Wolfgang and Leo, in
similar states of desire, looked at each other,
and then both made a grab for the document.
Victorious, Tate took the contract with all
three signatures and placed it in his pocket.
"Gentlemen, a pleasure doing business. I'll let
you enjoy the entertainment."
No sooner had Tate spoken those words than the
bikini stewardesses slid underneath the table.
This was soon followed by a collective gasp of
relief as three impatient penises were finally
delivered into three willing little mouths.
Nicola's lips clamped around Joe's cock and
began to repay the favor he had paid her
nipples. Feeling his impatience, Nicola slurped
down his tool and quickly built up a fast pace,
her head bobbing up and down in his lap.
Nicola's worked Joe's dick like a pro. He had
done what was required of him, sign the
contract and earn Nicola an unexpected little
bonus, so now he just had to sit back and let
the talented little Aussie girl do what she did
best. Nicola knew that no small part of the
pleasure lay in the sound of a good blowjob,
and made sure to make as much noise as possible
as she suckled on his dick.
Nicola's efforts were rewarded with a lot of
moaning from Joe as he came near to orgasm. The
Texan let out a low growl, and Nicola felt a
ripple of pleasure surge through his body a
moment before jets of sperm squirted down her
throat. Nicola smiled to herself. Another
satisfied customer!
It wasn't long before the Gulfstream landed
back at Van Nuys. The girls, still nude, bid
each of the businessmen good-bye with a kiss on
the cheek as they left the conference room.
Doubtless the deal they had signed was not
their advantage, but from the grin in their
faces it looked liked they didn't care.
"Thanks girls, I could never had done it
without you," Tate thanked them.
"All in a days work for the Bikini
Stewardesses," Jennifer replied.
Tate stroked his chin. "There's just one last
thing I'd like you do to, before you get
dressed again."
"Yes?" Nicola replied, arching her eyebrows.
"I called a press conference for as soon as the
plane landed- announcing this deal will be very
good for the company's stock price. But, well,
financial press conferences can be pretty dull.
I thought a little eye candy would help liven
things up."
Nicola opened her mouth, but Tate knew what she
was going to say. "An extra $200 a piece?"
Nicola smiled. "That will do nicely."
Members of the fiscal press were lined up
outside Tate's plane as soon as it had landed,
eager for news on the proposed Tate Industries
world-wide distribution deal. Joe Jackson,
Wolfgang Schmidt and Leo Kuang had all emerged
from the aircraft with no comment, but
enigmatic Cheshire grins. Finally, Donovan Tate
himself exited the craft. If his appearance did
nothing to interest the reporters, the three
perky sky-bunnies that followed certainly did.
Nicola sashayed her way down the steps first,
giving a coy smile and a way to the small group
of reporters. She was completely nude except
for her cute little stewardess cap, plus the
white collar and cuffs. Each step down the
plane's stepladder (tentative in high heels)
caused her boobs to bounce delightfully.
Nicola's impromptu audience stared open mouth
at the naked Aussie starlet, their eyes roaming
over every inch of her bare body. Those beauty
tits! That toned, flat stomach! That cute
little muff! The silky-smooth skin that just
begged to be stroked! Nicola had a golden all-
over tan, and it was obvious to everyone she
wasn't shy about showing it off.
Jennifer, similarly undressed to kill, followed
Nicola. The tall, sophisticated starlet
presented just as tasty a sight as her little
friend. Jennifer may only have fallen into
acting by accident, but she was definitely an
out-going girl, as evidenced by the fact that
her nipples were extended, and it wasn't a cold
day.
Candy followed up the rear, flushed but
excited. Her perky little boobs pointed out at
the gathered journalists as if eager to be
seen. The cute little blonde followed her co-
starlets as they fell into line behind Tate.
Tate began to speak, and cameras flashed.
However, the real center of attraction was not
the millionaire businessmen but his three
little stewardesses. Giggling, they ran through
various poses for the crowd, showing off their
bare bodies from every angle.
Nicola smirked as she slipped her hands behind
her head and thrust her boobs out for the
cameras. The day had started out with her
posing nude for one photographer, and now ended
up with her posing nude for many more! That's
what Nicola loved about Hollywood, you never
knew what was going to happen next. She leaned
forward, cupping her breasts and tweaking her
nipples. I can just see this picture on page 3,
she thought. Page 3 of the "Financial Times"!
The press conference over, the girls blew a few
kisses to the reporters and followed Tate over
to the hanger where he'd met them this morning.
The girls put their bikinis back on, under
Tate's lustful gaze.
"I have a confession," said Nicola as she tried
to tie her top on over her boobs, "we're not
real stewardesses. We're actresses."
"I know," Tate replied with a smirk. Nicola was
flabbergasted, she stared at him in surprise
with her breasts half-hanging out of her
bikini.
"What?"
"Of course I knew. I was one of the investors
in 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'. I knew you were
going to be here today, and after hearing about
your little adventures on the set" Nicola
blushed. " I knew that you'd be able to help
me out today."
"So you never had any other stewardesses
booked?" asked Candy. "I'm afraid not." Tate
replied. "But I needed to get that contract
signed, and if it hadn't've been for you girls,
I never would've got the deal. No hard
feelings?"
Nicola scowled. She didn't like being tricked.
But she had had an enjoyable day, with a trip
in an executive jet, and showing off her cute
little stewardess outfit. And if they ever made
a "Bikini Stewardesses 3", she now had a little
method-experience. To top it all off, Nicola
had earned herself a $1200 bonus.
"No hard feelings," Nicola replied. Tate took
his checkbook out of his jacket and wrote out
three checks. He presented each one to the
girls by slipping it into their cleavage, like
a patron tipping a stripper.
"Adios, ladies!" Tate bid them, as he left the
hanger.
"Mmmm," murmured Candy, "I'm still pretty horny
from all that attention Leo gave me." She
slipped her arms around Nicola and Jennifer's
shapely waists, pressing their delectable
bodies against her.
"Does that hot tub invitation still stand?"
END
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Title: Sex Kitten (Alternate ending)
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: Ffff, exhib
Summary:When the teen girl band "Sex Kitten" comes to LA to shoot a music video, Nicola is assigned to look after the tasty trio. (Alternate ending)
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude
words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the
decency laws in most states would require it not be read by
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes,
you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale
features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing
wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge
readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in
this way.
This work is 2001,2002 the author. Permission is granted to
freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The
situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, so any
similarity to real persons and events is pure coincidence.
Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic
stories about an Australian model-turned-actress who travels
to Hollywood to find stardom. They are to date: (in reading
order)
1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Bikini Audition
3. Hollywood Party Hostesses
4. Nicola Gets A Woody
5. Bikini Christmas Carol
6. Sex Kitten <-
Please don't email me asking for the other stories, you can
find them in a Usenet archive such as deja.com or possibly
ASSM's own archive.
Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it relevant to
this story, positive or negative. I'm
[email protected]
Sex Kitten (Ffff exhib)[Alternate ending]
In spite of herself, Nicola was blushing furiously. People
were pointing and giggling at her. It was hardly surprising,
though, as the tall, beautiful Australian model was standing
in the middle of LAX airport holding up a sign that read "Sex
Kitten".
This was not how Nicola had thought this morning would turn
out. Just half an hour ago, Nicola was relaxing in the
backseat of the stretch limo, looking forward to her latest
assignment. A hot new girl band from England was being flown
out to LA to shoot their latest video, and it was Nicola's job
to keep them entertained while they were in town. Given that
the three girls- Kerry, Lil and Tash- were all just 17,
Nicola was looking forward to playing big sister. A smile
danced across her pretty face as she imagined taking them to
Disneyland. And the name of the band- "Kitten"- it was just so
cute! Nicola knew she was going to enjoy the next two days.
The limo had pulled up at international arrivals at LAX.
The driver, Earl, opened the door for Nicola. As she stepped
out, he handed her a placard. "Miss Baron, you'll need this."
Nicola was a little surprised by what was printed on it:
Sex Kitten
"I thought they were called 'Kitten'," she said. Earl shook
his head. "Nope, it's '*Sex* Kitten'. I should know, my
daughter is a fan."
The beautiful starlet took the sign and, with a clack-
clack-clack of her heels, entered the terminal. She quickly
located the gate where the girls's BA flight from London was
scheduled to arrive. There was already quite a crowd waiting
for friends and love ones to disembark. A number of people
were holding up placards bearing family and company names.
Nicola took a deep breath, and held up her sign too.
Immediately, people turned to look at the gorgeous brunette
holding up the sign that read 'Sex Kitten.' From the lustful
gazes, many of them agreed with the description. Nicola
blushed alittle. True, in her brief career so far she'd
already been fucked six ways from Sunday by half of Hollywood,
but it was still a little embarassing to stand in the middle
of LAX with a bunch of nobodies, holding up a sign that read
'Sex Kitten'. Thankfully, Nicola didn't have long to wait.
Three teenage girls emerged from customs. At first glance
they looked like near-identical twins. Each had long, chestnut
colored hair and sparkling blue eyes. They each wore near
identical clothes- hip-hugging shorts, and white halter tops
that exposed smooth, bare midriffs and delicious amounts of
cleavage. The three girls caught sight of Nicola and squealed
with glee.
"Knickers!"
Grinning, they rushed toward her. Before Nicola could say
anything, all three embracing her at once, drowning her in a
sea of tempting teenage flesh. The three eager young girls
hugged Nicola close, giggling and (Nicola was pretty sure)
freely groping her body.
Nicola was a little stunned. Was this the three teenage
girls she was expecting? Was this Kerry kissing her
passionately on the lips? Was this Lil brazenly groping her
ass? Was this Tash rubbing her tits against her body?
"Erm," Nicola asked at last, "Are you 'Sex Kitten'?"
"You're not so bad yourself, for an old lady," smirked
Kerry. Nicola quickly realised it could only be them. "Who are
you calling old? I'm only three years older than you," she
retorted.
The girls laughed and introduced themselves. Nicola
couldn't help but leer at their tasty young bodies. All three
girls were dressed to expose as much of themselves as decency
allowed. Her agent had already given them info on her, which
explained how they knew her nickname. Nicola wondered if he'd
also mentioned her distinctly bisexual leanings? Steady,
Knickers! she told herself. She was supposed to chaperone
these young girls, not lead them astray. Earl collected their
baggage and they went out to the limo.
In the backseat Nicola found herself once again with the
three eager young bodies pressed close against her. Ignoring
the temptation, Nicola tried to make conversation.
"So, um, tell me about the sort of audience your music is
aimed at?"
"Well," replied Tash, "we have three main target audiences.
Number 1 is teenage boys who want to fuck us. Number 2 is
teenage girls who want to look like us so teenage boys will
want to fuck them. And number 3 is teenage girls who want to
fuck us."
"Oh?" asked Nicola, trying to sound innocent, "you have a
big lesbian following?" Tash nodded solemnly. "Yup, we're very
big with the dykes." Nicola thrilled to those lovely English
accents. Men in America had often told her how much her
Australian accent turned them on. Now she really knew what
they meant!
Time to change the subject again. "So, where would you
girls like to visit first? Disneyland? Universal Studios?"
The three teens shared a naughty smirk, and then squealed
in unison, "Strip club!"
"Strip club?" Nicola asked, surprised. "We want to visit a
real LA strip club," replied Lil. "Let's go right now," urged
Kerry, her eyes shining with excitement. "All the best clubs
are by the airport."
Nicola sighed. Her dream of playing big sister and taking
them to Disneyland evaporated, and was quickly replaced with a
vision of herself as sexually-frustrated pimp taking the girls
to LA's seediest night spots. Oh well. It was her job to see
the girls enjoyed themselves, and Nicola was determined that
if they were going to a strip bar, she should make sure they
were safe.
"Earl, can you suggest a good club?"
"'Headlights', Miss Baron, is always an excellent choice,"
he replied. "OK," said Nicola, "'Headlights' it is."
**********
Nicola at least consoled herself that it wasn't as bad as she
thought it would be. She stood, along with Kerry, Lil and Tash,
out the front of the garishly lit 'Headlights' club. Nicola
had never been inside a strip club before. Sure, she'd given
some spirited performances herself, but they'd always been in
hotel suites. Steeling herself, Nicola approached the huge
muscle-bound bouncer and said "Hi! Er, can we come in?" He
glanced at the four and shook his head (a feat that amazed
Nicola, as he apparently had no neck). "No way are any of you
over 21."
"Oh come on," cried Tash, "that only applies to boys!" The
bouncer didn't respond, but crossed his arms, causing his
muscles to bulge alarmingly.
"Tell you what," chimed in Kerry, "how's about you let us
in if we show you our tits?" The bouncer's stoic face burst
into a grin. "Sure."
Nicola watched with more than a little shock as her three
teen charges each lifted their halter tops to show their boobs
to the man. Tash even wriggled a little, causing her tits to
jiggle. The bouncer let out a whistle of appreciation. The
topless teens looked at him hopefully. "Now can we come in?"
Kerry asked. The bouncer reluctantly turned from the show to
look at Nicola. "As soon as you all, um, 'pay the entrance
fee'."
"What?" Nicola was surprised. Surely he didn't expect her
to flash him as well? Lil rolled her eyes. "Come on, Knickers,
show the man your tits and we can get in."
Before she could reply, Kerry grasped the front of Nicola's
t-shirt and pulled. The material ripped all the way down and
her bra-less breasts bounced into viewer. Nicola stood,
surprised, as her boobs hung out of the gaping front of her t-
shirt for everyone to see. The bouncer stepped aside. "Have a
nice evening, ladies."
Kerry, Tash and Lil squealed with delight and dashed
inside. Nicola, fumbling with her shirt, followed. She managed
to repair it as best she could by tying up the rip. However,
her decent t-shirt was now transformed into a very daring
halter-top. The knot strained to hold her tits in place, and a
large swell of Nicola's tanned tits were now on view. Sighing,
she followed the girls into the club.
Inside, it was relatively dark and noisy. Thankfully, the
focus of everyone's attention was the three dancers working
the stage. Nicola now planned to steer Sex Kitten into a
private booth where they'd remain unseen. Although the girls
were vitually unknown in the US, Nicola didn't think it would
be a good idea if the British tabloids got wind of the girls's
night out in LA.
"Oi, Knickers!" she heard Tash yell. Nicola turned and saw
her hopes for anonymity dashed. The girls were seated right
next to the stage runway, and were already lining up dollar
bills in front of them. Nicola walked toward them, trying to
keep her breasts from popping free.
"Get us some beers, would you?" Tash ordered. Nicola
frowned. "You're underage!" Lil rolled her eyes. "We're
already in a stripclub underage. Now set us up for the night.
A couple of jugs should do."
Nicola opened her mouth to tell the girls off, but thought
better of it. She was, after all, supposed to make sure they
have a good time. Does it really matter if it's at Disneyland
or a seedy stripclub?
Nicola approached the bar. A busty topless barmaid was
serving drinks. "Hello, I've never seen you working here
before, are you new?"
"I'm a patron, not a waitress!" Nicola replied, indignantly
adjusting her tits. Looking around, she realised her attire
was not too dissimilar to that of the girls serving drinks to
the customers. "I'll have a couple of jugs." The barmaid
looked at her coolly. "Now listen, I get enough of those
cracks from the men..."
"Jugs of beer," Nicola added, "with three glasses. And a
ginger ale." She thought it best if at least one of them
remained sober. The barmaid poured the drinks, and took her
money with a scowl.
Nicola returned to the girls, to find them hooting and
hollering as a blonde stripper enthusiastically danced on
stage before them. They were probably making more noise than
the rest of the men put together. They were cajoling their
stripper to remove her g-string, and she was tempting her teen
audiences with flashes of the blonde snatch beneath. Kerry
beckoned the dancer forward, and she obliginly placed a leg up
on the brass bar that surrounded the stage. Kerry then
proceeded to stuff dollar bills into the stripper's garter.
Nicola appraised her performance with a professional eye. So
this is how girls who strip for a living do it? Nicola liked
to think her own, amateur approach had more feeling to it.
Lil noticed Nicola's intense gaze on the stripper and gave
her a wink. "Enjoying the show?" Nicola blushed. "She's
alright." Again, she wondered if they'd been told about
Nicola's sexual leanings. It wasn't exactly a secret. Everyone
knew she and her now-married friend Jennifer had been been
jumping in and out of bed, and then there was that unfortunate
time at the Woodys where Nicola had been caught in flagrante
delicto with Kristi Ducati (*see "Nicola Gets A Woody"). Lil
leaned forward and stroked Nicola's bare arm. "It's OK to
enjoy yourself, we're all girls here." Nicola stared into
those shining blue eyes. Gosh, she looked so young, but so
sexually alluring. The club's yellow and red lights dancing
across the pretty teenager's face.
"Hi, girls!" came a perky voice that started Nicola. She
looked up to see a smiling brunette wearing none-too-
concealing lingerie. "I'm Lacey. Any of you care for a lap
dance?"
Kerry gave a naughty smirk. "Knickers here is always up for
it." Nicola gave a nervous smile. She cast an eye over the
dancer. Tall, statuesque, her rosy pink nipples peeking
through the white bra she wore. Before she could reply, Kerry
had already stuffed a twenty in Lacey's garter. She gave
Nicola a smouldering glance and began to undulate to the beat
of the music that pounded through the clubs. Nicola accepted
the dance with good grace. If this is really what her three
little charges wanted, then so be it. They began to hoot and
holler with delight as Lacey danced for Nicola.
"I've got to tell you, I don't normally get women customers
in here," Lacey said in a husky voice. "It's kinda turning me
on." She slipped between Nicola's open thighs and began to
grind her ass into her crotch. Nicola gasped at the
electricity between them. It wasn't just the Sex Kitten girls
who were enjoying the show. Many of the male patrons were
switching their attention from the stage to the horny twosome
steaming things up on the floor.
Lacey slipped off her bra and draped it over Nicola's
shoulder, exposing a full pair of perky boobs. She pressed
forward between Nicola's quivering legs, pushing her tits into
Nicola's face. Nicola, uncharacteristically, was blushing
furiously. Although a real attention junky, this was beginning
to get a little out of her league. Lacey cupped her boobs,
offering the delicious treat to her.
"Do you like them?" she teased. Nicola was starting to feel
not just embarrassed but more than a little horny. Lacey's
lithe body, slick with sweat, continued to wriggle against
Nicola's own, bare breasts sliding against exposed flesh.
Nicola caught Lil staring at them with naked lust. She gasped
again. "Yknow, we should be heading on to the hotel soon."
Suddenly, a spotlight fell upon them. The DJ's voice rung
out, "Let's hear it for Lacey, and her very lucky customer!" A
burst of applause rippled through the club, led by some very
loud whistles from Sex Kitten. Nicola blushed even more,
although mercifully, Lacey now switched her attention to the
larger audience. She grinned at the men, groping her own boobs
for their delight. Lacey turned back to Nicola and grabbed her
hand. "Come on, let's have some fun." Nicola shook her head.
The girls urged her on. "Come on," Lacey said again. "My male
customers would kill to do this with me."
Nicola turned to the girls. "One dance and then we leave."
Eager to see Nicola peform, they agreed. Nicola let Lacey pull
her up onto the stage. The audience were going wild. "A big
hand for our enthusiastic new dancer!" Lacey held Nicola by
the hands as they danced together. Despite her initial
trepidation, Nicola's exhibitionist streak began to take over,
and she quickly began to thrill to the lustful throng staring
at her near naked body. This isn't so hard, Nicola thought.
Not too different to the strip performances she'd put on for
studio execs. Except of course, here the rewards were...
different. She looked down at the beaming faces of Tash, Kerry
and Lil, oogling her in unashamed delight. Nicola closed her
eyes, grooving to the beat. She felt Lacey's hands glide
across her chest, working away at the makeshift knot that held
her torn shirt together. Nicola made no move to stop her, as
her delicious tits were once again bared. Nicola, smiling with
pleasure, continued to dance topless, her hefty 38s swaying
and bobbing with every movement. The two dancers moved closer
together, their breast almost touching. "Do you like them?"
whispered Nicola to her co-star, teasing Lacey with the same
question she had asked Nicola earlier. Lacey giggled. "Yum,"
she replied, and tweaked Nicola's erect nipples between her
fingers.
The music gradually faded away, and the audience roared
their delight at the impromptu performance. Nicola blushed a
little, and stepped off the stage. "Come on, now, you agreed.
We need to check you into the hotel." The girls grumbled, but
gave in. Nicola led them out into the carpark, still trying to
get the tattered piece of cloth that had been her shirt to
provide some decent cover for her tanned tits. Without
success. The girls continued to stare at Nicola's chest.
"Gosh, Knickers, you've got nice tits for an old lady,"
smirked Tash.
"I am not old," Nicola replied. "I'm only 20."
"No sag or nothing. Amazing," Kerry added. The girls
giggled and nudged each other. Nicola sighed, and humored
them.
Earl was treated to the sight of Nicola's bare tits
swinging free as she stuck her head into the driver's side
window.
"On to the hotel, please Earl."
**********
The concierge had eyed up Nicola's questionable attire, but in
the end they had got the Sex Kitten girls checked into their
penthouse suite. Giggling with delight, the trio had run
upstairs, leaving Nicola and Earl to struggle with the bags.
"You head off," Nicola told him. "I'll catch a taxi home."
With the bags on the trolley, Nicola followed her three
little charges up the room. Nicola entered the sumptuous
suite. Sex Kitten's record label had spared no expense to put
the girls up for their stay in LA. As Nicola looked around,
she couldn't see Tash, Kerry or Lil anywhere.
"Girls?" she called. No reply. Nicola could faintly hear
someone talking in another room. A woman's voice.
Australian... Surprised, Nicola realised it was her own voice!
It was coming from the bathroom.
"Wow, Melissa, wearing bikinis for uniforms was a really
great idea. I bet we'll get lots of customers now."
Nicola entered the bathroom. It was dominated by a large
hottub, in which the three naked Sex Kittens now luxuriated.
Clutching glasses of champagne, they turned to greet Nicola
with cheeky grins. In front of the tub was a huge widescreen
TV, showing the naked Nicola changing into a bright-blue
bikini. It was, of course, 'Bikini Stewardesses 2'.
"We found one of your movies playing on TNA," explained
Kerry. Nicola suddenly found it hard to concentrate. The three
teenage temptresses were naked, right before her very eyes,
wearing nothing more than smiles. Three delicious pairs of
boobs, turning pink in the hot water, were laid out before
Nicola's leering gaze. She licked her lips.
Onscreen, Nicola had finished getting dressed. Her outfit
was a travesty of an airline stewardess's- apart from the blue
bikini was a little blue hat, and white cuffs on otherwise
bare arms. A pair of gold wings was clipped to a bikini strap,
which strained under the weight of Nicola's tits. It was
obvious here was a stewardess who gave more than a smile with
her service. Nicola, or rather "Kelly", turned to the other
actresses who were similarly dressed. "OK, girls, let's get
out there and show those guys the best time ever!"
"You look really hot in that stewardess outfit," Lil
commented. She seemed unable to tear her gaze away from
Nicola's onscreen tits. The offscreen Nicola was having the
same problem with Lil's chest. "Uh-uh," she replied, only
half-hearing her.
"Yknow girls," said Kerry with a smirk, "I reckon Knickers
here is just dying to strip off and jump in with us." The
other two looked up at Nicola with broad grins. "Yeah, come on
in, the water's lovely."
Nicola was torn. She did so want to slip into that warm,
bubbly water with the three lovely, naked nymphettes. But they
were so young! And it was Nicola's job to look after them in
LA. Mind you, part of that involved Nicola making sure Sex
Kitten had a good time while they were here, and they'd all
have a good time if they watched the end of the movie
together. Nicola found herself thinking it would probably be
OK if she joined them for a while. No hanky-panky, just Nicola
and the teens relaxing together in the hot-tub. Nothing wrong
with that, is there? Nicola's resolved crumbled. Ordinarily,
Nicola would wear a bathing suit, but as none was available,
she might as well go au naturale. Slowly, she unbuttoned her
jeans. The girls cheered her on. Nicola told herself just
because she's nude, and the girls are nude too, and they're
all nude together in the hot-tub doesn't mean they're getting
up to naughtiness. Nicola began to remove the tattered shirt.
The girls whistled, encouraging Nicola to show off her
fabulous tits. She tossed the rag aside, leaving her gorgeous
body naked except for a white g-string. Nicola paused, unsure
whether to continue. Looking into the shinning eyes of those
three horny girls, Nicola quickly decided to slip it off too
and toss it in the pile.
The action on-screen was beginning to match that in the
hotel room. Bikini Airways had installed a hot-tub into its
plane, and one of the male passengers was luxuriating in the
water. The busty Australian beauty leant forward, thrusting
her cleavage toward him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Rockwell, is
there anything I can do for you?"
The now naked Nicola slipped into the tub. The warm water
felt so good against her bare skin. Immeadiately the three
girls swarmed around her, pressing their wet, naked bodies
against Nicola. Teenage hands brushed against her nipples,
causing them stiffen with excitement. Another naught set of
fingers slipped into her pussy, teasing her swollen clitoris.
The four girls cuddled together, making themselves very
comfortable to watch the rest of the movie.
On-screen, things were getting pretty hot too. "Oh Mr.
Rockwell!" Nicola gasped. The passenger had loosened Nicola's
bikini top, freeing her tits. The stewardess was clearly
enjoying the attention now being lavished on her bare breasts.
Nicola continued to watch herself being groped on-screen,
as the girls groped her in person. Lil's pretty face appeared
before hers, blocking the view. The teenage pop princess gave
a mischievous smile, and then kissed Nicola passionately on
the lips. Nicola closed her eyes, surrendering herself to
desire. Lil's tongue slid inside Nicola's willing mouth, and
the starlet eagerly began to suck on it. Other hot little
mouths began to work at Nicola's aching nipples. Fingers
slipped boldly inside Nicola's pussy, delving deep into her
hot, pink flesh. Nicola groaned with desire, wriggling to hips
to fuck the hand penetrating her. In her sex-fevered mind, she
was no longer fucking three different girls, but one single
wall of naked teen flesh that simultaneously sucked on her
tongue, tugged on her nipples, and probed deep between her
legs. She wasn't just fucking Tash, Lil and Kerry, she was
fucking Sex Kitten. Nicola's stomach muscles rippled with the
orgasm building deep within her luscious body. She was going
to cum like she had never come before.
Forgotten, 'Bikini Stewardesses 2' continued to play.
"Ooooh, Mr. Rockwell! Thank *you* for flying Bikini Airways!"
**********
Nicola awoke to find herself alone in the hotel room. In a
moment she remembered what had happened last night, her
pathetic attempt to resist sexual desire for the girls, that
had ended with the four-way all-girl orgy in the hot-tub,
while Nicola's TNA movie had played on the big screen TV.
Nicola groaned. It was going to be a long day.
First, she showered. Emerging wet and naked from the
bathroom, she began to look for her clothes. She remembered
her t-shirt was beyond repair, but she still couldn't find her
jeans or knickers. After giving up the search, and deciding
she couldn't leave the hotelroom wearing just the towel, she
decided to borrow some of Sex Kitten's clothes. The girls'
entire wardrobe consisted of halter tops, boob-tubes, and
skimpy outfits. It seemed they didn't own anything that didn't
show off their bodies. Unfortunately, the girls were quite
petite compared to Nicola. None of the jeans fitted, so Nicola
had to settle for a very-short hot-pink miniskirt that left
her tanned thighs bare. Feeling it was a little unhygienic to
borrow any underwear, Nicola decided to risk wearing nothing
underneath, hoping to keep the beaver flashes down to a
minimum.
Her ass and pussy now covered, the topless Nicola now
searched for something to cover her delicious tits. The girls
were way too small, there was no shirt, halter-top or boob-
tube Nicola could cram her 38s into. She did, however, find a
long silk scarf that gave her an idea. Nicola hung the scarf
around the back of her neck, draping the two ends over her
shoulders and down her chest. She arranged the scarf to cover
her boobs as much as possible, and then tucked the loose ends
into the skirt, tying a belt arund her waist to keep them in
place. Nicola stood before the mirror, appraising her ad hoc
outfit.
It certainly looked daring. The scarf formed two strips of
material that (just) covered her tits, but left not just her
back and arms bare, but also the sides of her body, and her
chest from her throat to her navel. As long as Nicola stood
with her back straight, the scarf remained taut, covering her
breasts. If she relaxed and slumped forward, the material hung
loose, and her tits slipped from the outfit and bounced into
view. Nicola turned to admire herself in the mirror, thrilling
to the sight of all the bare skin her scarf-blouse displayed.
In fact, Nicola realised, far more of her was exposed than
covered! But at least she wouldn't be arrested. Now she was
ready to face to world.
Nicola was smiling broadly as she entered the hotel's
restaurant. Kerry, Tash and Lil were eating breakfast and
poring over the morning papers. Nicola approached them, eager
to show off her new outfit.
"Very spunky," said Tash. "Alot better than what you had on
yesterday," added Lil. "We'll make a Sex Kitten of you yet,
Knickers."
Nicola blushed at the compliment. Having the three young
girls leering at her really turned her on. There was no guilt
over last night. So Nicola had jumped into bed with three
teenage girls on their first night in a strange, new city, so
what? She had shown them love and affection. Better that it
was Nicola running her tongue over their nubile little bodies,
and not some Hollywood sleaze-bag. Still, Nicola thought it
best if they cooled if for a while. Slip back into 'big
sister' mode.
"What are you reading there?" Nicola asked. "Check this
out, you'll love it," said Kerry, thrusting the paper toward
her. "'News of the World' direct from England."
Nicola gasped. Right there on page two, it was her! Naked
on stage with Lacey at the club yesterday, her three wards
staring up at them. The headline read, "Sex Kittens live it up
in LA".
"'The tasty trio had no sooner arrived at LAX when they
headed off to a local strip club. Not only did their minder,
Australian starlet Nicola Baron, let them go inside, she
climbed on stage and entertained the girls with a striptease
of her own.'"
Nicola blushed. Someone had taken pictures of them
yesterday! And now her bare breasts were splashed across the
British tabloids! Oh, well, Nicola sighed, at least if the
movie biz falls through and she has to become a Page 3 girl,
she's already got a leg up. Or rather, a boob up.
"Definitely one for the scrap book," said Tash with a grin.
"Come on," said Nicola. "Your call time is for seven
o'clock."
**********
With their chart-topping success back in England, Sex
Kitten had been sent to LA to reshoot an even sexier version
of their video for the hit 'Kittens 4ever'. Nicola had seen
the original version, it had featured the girls in their
halter-tops and hip-huggers as the camera slowly lingered over
their luscious teen bodies. She wondered just what the
American version would do to out-sex that?
The limo whisked them out to the location for the shoot.
The first part of the video was to be shot on a football
field. Upon arrival, the girls were bundled into the make-up
and wardrobe trailer, leaving Nicola free to hang around the
set.
This was, she reflected, a pretty easy job. Look after
three teenage nymphos, try not to fuck them. Well, try not to
fuck them *again*. Otherwise, Nicola was free to do as she
pleased. She introduced herself to the crew, and was a little
disappointed that they didn't recognise her. However, wearing
her sexy outfit, she made plenty of new friends. Nicola was
careful to keep herself covered up, but accidents still
happened, and every now and then Nicola would forget, slump
down in a folding chair, and inadvertently expose her boobs to
the crew. She quickly become a popular girl.
"May I have your attention please," came a voice through a
megaphone. Nicola turned to see the 2nd AD standing on the
steps of the trailer. "About to make their US debut, we
proudly present England's hottest girl band, Sex Kitten!" He
pulled open the door to the trailer, and the three girls
emerged into view to the sound of applause from the crew.
Nicola was certainly impressed by their entrance. The girls
were dressed in their costumes for the video- 3 very revealing
cheerleader outfits. The top consisted of a tiny bikini bra,
two small red triangles of material that barely covered their
boobs, tied around their luscious bodies with thin straps. The
bottom half was a very bried red flared skirt. Tash did a
twirl, causing her skirt to fly up, revealing matching red
bikini mini-briefs underneath. The outfit was finished off
with white sneakers, and, to make them look even younger, each
Sex Kitten had her hair bound in a pony tail. The final effect
was to show off as much skin as possible in a music video.
Nicola's eyes hungrily skimmed across their bare stomachs,
cute little bellybuttons, and lean, smooth legs. All thoughts
about playing big sister flew out of her head- she wanted to
fuck them again!
Kerry, Tash and Lil bounced down onto the football field,
grinning at the attention from the crew. They were arranged on
the ten-yard line, and the crew set up to shoot their
routines. Nicola pulled her chair in close to get a good look
at the girls in action.
"OK girls, shake those pom-poms!" the director called. The
teenage temptresses launched into a well-choreograped cheer
routine. They lip-synced to their song on playback, but it was
their other talents Nicola was more interested in. High kicks
flashed their crotches to the camera, and the jumping about
set their boobs jiggling within the modest confines of their
bras. Nicola watched, amused to realise that this was pretty
much how she appeared when she was 'performing'. She was
certainly enjoying the show they put on. Was it her
imagination, of were they casting mischievous looks in
Nicola's direction as they beaver-flashed her?
After an hour, the director decided they'd got enough
coverage and it was time to move on to the second location.
The girls, still in costume, would be taken by Nicola in the
limo, and the crew would follow as soon as the gear was packed
up. They were still gathering equipment as Nicola and her
three giggling charges made themselves comfortable in the back
of the limo.
Nicola licked her lips as she looked them over. "Mmm, you
look hot in those outfits."
"Thanks, Knickers," replied Tash. "That's quite a
compliment coming from such a nice piece of ass as yourself."
They dissolved into laughter. Nicola still continued to
oogle them. This evidently wasn't lost on Kerry. In the
confines of the limo, she jumped over to straddle Nicola,
pushing her tits into her face.
"You've been eyeing these puppies up all morning," she
teased. "Go on, help yourself."
Nicola didn't even stop to think. She popped the clasp on
Kerry's bra, revealing those cute little pink titties that she
had been first introduced to last night. Nicola selected a
nipples, and clamped her lips around it, happily sucking on
the teenage tit like a newborn babe.
"Woah," gasped Kerry, "take it easy old girl. You
practically swallowed my whole boob." Nicola mumbled an
apology, though it was obvious from Kerry's continued gasps of
delight, none was necessary. Tash and Lil moved to either side
of Nicola, her unusual top allowing them easy access to her
boobs. Soon, Nicola was enjoying the sensation of her own
breasts massaged and nipples tweaked as she slurped contently
on someone else's.
All to soon, the limo stopped, and Earl announced they had
arrived. The girls rearranged their clothes, before getting
out of the car.
They were at one of the larger sound stages at Universal.
The producion had rented an unused set from a recently-wrapped
big-budget sci-fi feature, a series of gleaming white
corridors and rooms that was supposed to be the interior of an
alien space ship. However, for Sex Kitten's video, it was
going to be transformed into something else: a girls locker-
room and sauna! All that was needed was a few smoke machines
to produce steam. The idea was that, after coming off the
field from cheerleading, the girls would jump into the shower
together, and then relax in the steam room. As the crew began
to setup the location, Nicola and the girls went over to meet
the extras for these scenes. They were a dozen beautiful
models, all them dressed in nothing more than a towel. Nicola
cast her professional eye over the bevy of starlets, taking in
their exposed thighs and cleavage, and judging them to be a
good-looking team of what Tash, Kerry and Lil might call
'crumpet'. However, Nicola was rather scornful to discover
that none of the extras were contracted to do nude scenes, and
no-one had any intention of showing any skin whatsoever.
Shooting soon began. Again, Nicola had nothing more to do
then watch the action. Things got pretty steamy very quickly,
and it had nothing to do with the artifical steam filling the
'locker-room'. The first shot required the girls to jog down a
corridor, smiling into the camera as they stripped off their
cheerleader outfits and tossed them aside. Of course, they
would only be shot from the neck up, but Nicola and the crew
had a surprise in store. The director called for a take, and
with the camera rolling, the girls launched into their action
with enthusiasm. As the three shrugged off their bikini tops,
a gasp of surprise rung out. The girls had decided to actually
strip for the camera. Still lip-syncing perfectly, the three
smiling beauties stripped completely nude in front of
everyone. They did the action just as rehearsed, though with
their now bare boobs bouncing deliciously with every step. The
take complete, the director called cut.
Tash, Kerry and Lil stood around, still nude, as the
director, 1st AD and camera op conferred. As far as Nicola
could tell, the camera op was pretty sure they got a nipple or
two popping up in the bottom of frame. However, the 1st AD
felt they were pushed for time and should print the take
anyway. The next shot was a reverse, so they'd be able to edit
around any naughty bits in post.
The camera reset to shoot the same action but from behind.
The girls grumbled alittle at having to get dressed again, but
were soon back in their birthday suits, and the camera rolled
as they skipped nude down the corridor.
Nicola was intrigued by the crew's reaction to the
impromptu strip show. She was used to professional B crews,
who spent their working days with naked starlets like Nicola.
This crew was clearly more used to their cast wearing clothes,
and Nicola caught many of them leering at the naked Sex Kitten
girls. She didn't blame them!
With the first couple of shots completed, the girls
continued to hang out nude, much to everyone's delight. A
wardrobe assistant brought them robes, but the high-spirited
teenagers refused them. "We're getting into character," Tash
announced. "Yeah, just like Dustin Hoffman in 'Marathon Man',"
added Lil. They burst into another fit of giggling.
"Is this your first time naked on camera?" Nicola asked.
"Yup," replied Tash. "Except that time that 'News of the
World' photographer talked Kerry into posing nude in his hotel
room."
"Shut up!" giggled Kerry. Nicola smiled. It was a sexy
situation she knew so well, to stand around naked as the
clothed crew bustled about their various jobs around them. The
perfect employment for would-be exhibitionists like Nicola and
Sex Kitten.
The next series of set-ups required the girls to don
towels. It was hardwork, shooting the teenagers lying in
provocative poses about the sauna. The extras lounged in the
background, haughtily ignoring the three stars who kept
flashing their tits at the cameras.
The girls were beginning to thoroughly enjoy putting on a
show, but were miffed that it would only ever be seen by the
crew. "Can't we have some nudity in this video?" Lil
complained. "All this is sexy alright, but the final product
just won't have us full monty, will it?" The record company
rep, a young but rather stern girl, explained that there could
be no actual nudity in the final cut.
Tash cast of her towel and stood before the rep stark
naked. "You put these in the video, and this song'll go
straight to #1." She cupped her breasts to demonstrate just
how much talent she had in her tits. The rep sighed, and
stalked off, promising to do what she could.
Shooting continued. For sure, the footage was daring, with
lots of bare thighs, cleavage, and backs, but still no real
topless shots, let alone a good full-beaver.
The rep returned, and explained that she had been on to the
company, and they had agreed to make a version with nudity.
However, as this cut would screen on US cable networks, the
girls were too young to do it themselves, and there was no
time or extra money to renegotiate any of the extras'
contracts. The upshot was, the girls could have nudity in the
video if they wanted it, but they'd quickly need to find
someone willing to show their tits for free.
Tash, Kerry and Lil looked at each other with evil grins,
and squealed together, "Knickers!"
Nicola jumped. "Oh no," she said. "I'm not baring my tits
for some music video!"
"Aw, come on, Knickers," begged Lil. The three teenagers
gathered around Nicola, rubbing their naked bodies against
her. "Please, do it for us."
"You want me to strip, on camera, right now, and for no
money?"
"Go on," urged Kerry. "You're ever so good at stripping and
everything. There's only one more setup, we'll get a few quick
flashes of your boobs and that'll be all."
"Well..." Nicola looked at their anxious, imploring faces.
And not just them, Nicola guessed the crew were silently
hoping she'd do it too. "OK."
The girls squealed with delight. Before Nicola could ask
where wardrobe was, they began tearing at her clothes. The
scarf went flying, exposing Nicola's impressive 38-inch tits.
With a wiggle of her hips, Nicola's red miniskirt was also
stripped and tossed aside. In a second, Nicola was as naked as
her three charges.
Before they wrapped on this camera setup, Kerry had an idea
which she convined the director would be brilliant to shoot.
It was quickly agreed upon. Kerry, the mischievous little
Hitchcock, decided not to let Nicola in on what was going to
happen.
Nicola was given a towel to wrap around her nude body, and
directed simply to walk down the corridor. Didn't sound too
hard, Nicola told herself. The camera rolled, the director
called action, and Nicola strolled down the corridor toward
her mark. Suddenly, with a whoop of delight, Kerry snatched
away her towel. Surprised, Nicola squealed and tried to cover
her tits. Kerry beamed with delight, as the director
proclaimed that take very much a print. They quickly shot a
close-up of Nicola's reaction, with Kerry repeating the action
of seizing the towel. Despite her ample exposure in B-movies,
Nicola still found herself blushing with embarrassment, as her
body was bared on camera in this different genre.
The shooting moved on to the final setup. One room had been
converted into a shower set complete with working plumbing.
The director ran a block-through with the cast and crew so
that everyone knew what was happening. Despite this only being
a rehearsal, the girls continued to parade around the set
naked, their nubile teen bodies glistening with the make-up
designed to look like droplets of water. Nicola at least
retained the modesty of the towel, although it became apparent
that she would again be naked for these shots. The girls too
would be naked, but much to their disappointment they would
only be shot from the neck up.
It was time to shoot Nicola in the shower. She reluctantly
handed the towel to the wardrobe girl, and stood naked in one
of the stalls. In the confined space the crew clustered around
the naked starlet, the camera only a foot away from her bare
body. Nicola glanced around at the male faces of the camera
op, the focus puller and the boom op, standing so close they
could reach out and stroke her bare boobs. Nicola smiled at
them nervously, and they smiled back. The director and the
rest of the crew, plus Sex Kitten, were clustered around the
monitor, no doubt enjoying the close-ups. The 1st AD called
for the camera to roll, and the production jumped into action
like a well-oiled lapdancer.
Just before the director called action, another instruction
was shouted out, one that Nicola had never heard before. "Cue
water!"
A moment later the shower head burst into life, spraying
Nicola with water- freezing cold water! She gave a squeal of
surprise. Her nipples instantly hardened to succulent bullets.
The director called out instructions to her, "Nicola, start
lathering up!"
The eager young starlet complied, and taking a sponge and
some liquid soap, began to scrub herself all other. The cold
water continued to sleet down her naked body. The camera shot
close-ups of her stomach and boobs, as she covered her body in
a thin foam of lather.
"Great, more, more!" called the director. "Rub some soap on
your tits." Nicola squirted the liquid soap down her boobs.
She set the sponge aside, and began to massage it into her
breasts, squeezing her hefty charms. Coated in the slick
fluid, Nicola's boobs caught the light and shone brilliantly.
Inspite of herself, Nicola was beginning to feel very
horny. She continuted to grope her own tits, tweaking her hot
pink nipples. She could imagine the final effect on film, more
torrid than anything she'd ever shot before. A warm, satisfied
feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. Nicola longed
to be able to slip a hand into her open pussy and masturbate
openly, but controlled the urge.
Nicola was enjoying herself so much she didn't realise the
director had called cut. Nicola blushed, and the Sex Kitten
girls giggled. The shower stopped, and Nicola stepped out of
the stall, still covered in water and soap. It had been the
last shot of the day, and the crew began to pack up. The girls
flocked around Nicola once again before she had a chance to
get dressed, eager to grope the beautiful starlet before she
the wardrobe assistant brought her her robe. Nicola was still
naked then, as they bundled her into the dressing-room.
Nicola was in a daze of sexual desire as the limo drove
them back to the hotel. The girls were laughing and joking,
recounting the day's shoot. They had thoroughly enjoyed
spending most of the day naked, in front of a largely male
crew who tried desperately not to notice their naked, nubile
young bodies.
Nicola tried desperately to remember her vow of chastity
for today at least. Steady, Knickers! she told herself. Just
drop them off at the hotel, then back to your place for a
quick wank. Kerry's hand "accidentally" strayed across
Nicola's naked thigh and up her skirt. She let out a gasp, and
crossed her legs. It was the longest car ride Nicola had ever
taken...
**********
Finally, Nicola got them back to the hotel. She wanted to make
a quick getaway, but her sense of duty overwhelmed her, and
she knew she at least had to see Sex Kitten safely to their
room.
They made it, with just a little light groping in the
elevator. Nicola was still horny as hell, but she was
beginning to control her pussy, which seemed to be mewling out
for a little Sex Kitten action. Nicola stood in the open
doorway of the suite, a little afraid of what would happen if
she let herself enter.
"Aren't you going to tuck us in?" asked Tash with a hungry
look. Nicola gave a look like a deer caught in headlights and
shook her head. "Not tonight, girls. You need to be at the
airport by 8 am."
"Oh, come on, Knickers!" said Kerry, taking her by the arm.
"Just a goodnight kiss, that's all we ask."
Nicola paused to consider. Just a kiss, a quick peck on the
cheek. Could she trust herself with that? Kerry closed her
eyes and offered her cheek up to Nicola's lips. Nicola sighed.
"OK. But just a quick one and then it's off to bed." She
stepped forward, and instantly realised she'd made a mistake.
Tash and Lil seized Nicola by the arms. Kerry opened her
eyes and gave a wicked grin. "Oh no, my dear Knickers. After a
day like this, we expect you to take care of us. Ain't that
right, girls."
"Yes!" yelled Tash and Lil in unison. Nicola was
bewildered. She was so worried about her trying it on with the
girls she didn't realise they may try it on with her! She
struggled, but the two teens were surprisingly strong. Kerry
reached out and seized the scarf that Nicola had made into a
makeshift top. She pulled it off with a flourish, baring
Nicola's boobs, her stiff nipples betraying her own sexual
desire. With a smile, Kerry's hands traced a path down
Nicola's bare stomach, down to her mini-skirt, and with a
sharp tug it too was lying on the ground, and Nicola was once
again completely naked.
Kerry took time to play with the starlet's chesty
treasures. Her forefinger traced a circle around Nicola's
aureloa, the sharp nail digging ever so slightly into the
tender boobflesh. Nicola gasped. "L-let's talk about this,
shall we?" she stammered. It was hopeless, though. She wanted
to fuck these pretty young things as much as they wanted to
fuck her. Kerry didn't reply, but switched her attention to
the other nipple, eliciting another groan of painfully obvious
pleasure.
Tash and Lil looked on, their eyes gleaming bright with
desire. Nicola gave an unexpected jerk, and broke free. As
they stared at her in surprise, for a moment she was free to
run. But instead she lunged forward, seizing Kerry in a
passionate embrace. Nicola's lips were on Kerry's, her hot
tongue slithering out into the teenager's eager mouth. The
couple flung themselves onto the bed still making out. Nicola
closed her eyes, losing herself to the passion.
Slowly, Kerry let Nicola go. She gave a whimper, looking
around to see where her plaything had gone. Kerry was kneeling
between her legs, like some kind of teen nun worshipping at
the altar of her dripping cunt. Tash and Lil were pulling her
ankles apart, spreading Nicola's legs even wider, before
snuggled down next to Kerry. Nicola's pussy, swollen and
eager, lay before them like an open oyster. She let out
another whimper, anxious for them to get to the task at hand.
Tash, Kerry and Lil soon obliged her, pushing their pretty
young faces into Nicola's gash. An explosion of pleasure
erupted in Nicola's crotch, as three tongues simultaneously
slithered across her clitoris, each of them fighting over that
wet little pearl of delight. Nicola soon came, drenching her
three little charges in her own cunt-juices. It didn't stop
there, and Nicola was soon orgasming again.
For the tasty Aussie starlet with a penchant for pussy, it
was a long night...
**********
At LAX the next morning, all eyes turned to get an eyeful
of the jiggling boobs on the busty Australian beauty jogging
through the airport, followed closely by three teenage girls
in halter tops.
"Come on, you'll miss the boarding!" Nicola called to the
girls. The PA announced the final boarding for the BA flight
to London, and the girls were running to make it in time.
Nicola had finally managed to get some decent clothing. They'd
found a t-shirt in the Kittens' luggage that fit her. It was a
tight fit, though, and the shirt was stretched to the limit.
Of course, none of the girls had a bra that fit Nicola,
meaning that it was her bare boobs that strained against the
material. Add that to the dash to make the flight, and Nicola
was unwittingly putting on quite a show for the LAX commuters.
Also located were a pair of shorts to replace the ones Nicola
had mysteriously lost two days before.
At last they made it to the departure lounge. Nicola was
gasping for breath as they arrived, pushing her shirt to the
limit.
"OK," she said at last, turning to look at her three tasty
little charges. "I guess this is it." Tash, Kerry and Lil
smiled at her fondly.
"Bye, Knickers," said Kerry. "I'll miss ya." She gave her a
hug.
"Yeah, old girl." Tash, too, embraced her warmly.
"Look after yourself, Knickers," said Lil, also giving her
a hug goodbye. Nicola smiled- at last she got to be big
sister!
"We talked this over," said Kerry, "and we want to make you
an honorary Sex Kitten."
"Oh that's so sweet!" replied Nicola, genuinely touched.
The three girls stood around her, their hands on Nicola's
shoulders. The plane had almost finished boarding. "Is there a
badge or something I get to wear?" Nicola asked.
"Sort of," Kerry replied with a smirk. Suddenly, the three
girls seized the collar of Nicola's shirt. They pulled,
tearing it into shreds. Nicola squealed, her boobs were once
again on show. And this time in the middle of LAX! Her hands
leapt to her chest to cover her tits. Quick as a flash, the
girls seized Nicola's shorts and pulled again. They too
disintegrated into strips of cloth, leaving Nicola dressed in
nothing but her titular knickers.
Nicola was stunned. She stood, frozen, as the remains of
her clothes laid at her feet. A deep bloom of red began to
spread across her face and bare chest. "Bye, Knickers," said
Kerry, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. With a whoop of
joy, the girls boarded their plane.
Nicola sighed. A small crowd had gathered, enjoying the
spectacle. Trying to ignore them, Nicola brought her cellphone
to her ear.
"The girls are off, now Earl. Can you bring the car around
to pick me up at international departures."
"Yes, Miss Baron."
"Oh, and Earl?"
"Yes, Miss Baron?"
"I'm going to need some clothes again. There was, um, a bit
of a mishap."
"Right away, Miss Baron."
END
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Title: Bikini Audition
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, exhib
Summary: Nicola auditions for a B-movie and learns a few inside secrets to success.
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude
words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the
decency laws in most states would require it not be read by
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes,
you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale
features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing
wrong with this, as they are only fictional characters. I urge
readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in
this way.
This work, including the synopsis in the appendix, are 2001
the author. If you're interested in making one of these ideas
into a movie, drop me a line. I can have a first draft within a
week. :)
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The
situations are made-up, if somewhat inspired by those
'Centerfold Screentest' videos. There are a few names here
that resemble those of real people: those people never took
part in the fictional events portrayed, and no defamation is
intended. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real
persons and events is pure coincidence.
Authors note: I really should be writing my thesis. For a
writing exercise, I began this story. It sort of fits into a cycle
of stories about a young model from Australia who winds up
having adventures in Hollywood. There may be more than
this one story in me, I don't know. Like I said, it's pretty
tame, more gratuitous nudity than sex. I hope you enjoy it. If
you want to drop me a line, I'm
[email protected] but please
keep it relevant to this story, positive or negative.
Special thanks to Maria Gonzales for the use of her character
names Patricia Cruz and Britney Young.
Bikini Audition (MF FF exhib)
"This will be a bikini audition," Nicola's agent had told her
on the phone. "Wear your string bikini, the pink one, it's the
most revealing. Of course, that's just for starters. They'll
expect you to show some skin."
"Uh-huh," was Nicola's only response to this, as she jotting
down the details of the audition. Less than six months ago,
she'd been a young model, earning a living in her native
Melbourne doing fashion, swimwear and some lingerie work.
The thought of "showing some skin" had horrified her. Then
she'd found a new agent. Suddenly, nude work didn't seem so
bad. In fact, it was pretty neat! She'd begun shedding her
inhibitions, and her clothes for her first nude layout in
magazine, when her agent suggested she move to Los Angeles
and start branching out.
"The movie's called 'Bikini Bandits'. It's a T and A
comedy, the usual stuff. You'll be reading for the part of
Kelly. I'll send you over a tape of their last movie, 'Bikini
Stewardesses' with your audition piece- give you an idea of
what the part involves."
Nicola already had a fair idea of what the part involved. It
was the audition she was nervous about. She stood nude in
front of her bedroom mirror, admiring her 20-year-old body.
It was flawless, no work done and none needed. She had silky
brown hair, and the bluest eyes ever. Her breasts were
perfect, large enough to sway gracefully when she went bra-
less, but no so large that they sagged. Her nipples, soft and
pink, puckered as if expecting a kiss. Her stomach was
smooth and trim, not an ounce of fat, the legacy of a model's
diet and exercise regime. Nicola had a rich, all-over tan, also
a legacy from the old days, but back then she'd got it through
sun-bed sessions, while these days she just saved herself a few
bucks and tanned nude in the backyard, not caring who
happened to be looking in. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a
furry stripe, leading down toward her pussy. Nicola idly slide
a couple fingers into herself. The change in her career had
heightened her sexual desire. She had sex with far more men
these days, and even started masturbating to get herself
through the day.
"One last thing," her agent had said. "I've called in a favor
and got you the last slot in the line-up. It's a big advantage to
a girl, so don't waste it." Nicola didn't quite know what he
meant by that. She'd only been in LA for a couple of weeks,
and only been to a couple of auditions. Mostly her agent had
set her up to "entertain" industry men. Most of this
entertainment had involved Nicola performing impromptu
strip revues in hotel suites, or giving blow-jobs in limos to
horny studio execs, but she didn't mind. It was helping her
career by networking, and, to be honest, she was starting to
enjoy it.
That night, Nicola had learned her lines and watched
"Bikini Stewardesses". It was actually quite funny, and the
girls were very pretty. There was lots of gratuitous nudity,
but nothing Nicola couldn't do herself. There were even a
couple of naked guys in there, though of course they didn't
get anywhere near the amount of exposure of the female stars.
In fact, Nicola mused to herself, the girls are really the stars
of the movie, the guys are only there to add a romantic
subplot.
Standing naked in front of her mirror, Nicola began to tie
her bikini on. It was, to say the least, brief. The bottom
consisted of a small, pink wedge which covered her pussy,
and then disappeared into a thin string which slid deliciously
between her legs and up between her butt cheeks. It tied
together in a bow, which hung conspiciously off the side,
daring anyone to strip Nicola nude just by giving it a gentle
tug. The top was just as brief, two small triangles which
covered the nipples, tied about Nicola's chest with a thin
spaghetti string. Her impressive cleavage heaved precariously
outward, and it looked like Nicola's tits were about to burst
forth at any minute. The final touch was a pair of matching
high-heels, to showcase her model's legs.
She arrived at the audition, wearing a short satin robe over
her bikini, and carrying her handbag. The building was a non-
descript office, in one of the quieter areas of Santa Monica.
Nicola entered, a little nervous. The receptionist got her to
sign a release, and directed her down the hall to the waiting
room. There were four other girls, all dressed in bikinis,
standing around. Some did their make-up, others looked
through their audition pieces. No-one spoke. Nicola smiled
nervously to her competitors, but none smiled back. Nicola
stripped off her robe and folded it into her bag. She adjusted
the strings on her bikini top, tugged at them to make her
boobs bounce. It didn't need adjusting, but she wanted to
psyche the others out abit.
A woman entered from a door marked "Private". She was
an attractive brunette, somewhere in her 20s, wearing a sexy
but professional blue suit, consisting of a short skirt, and a
blouse opened just enough to make out her bra-less breasts.
Her face was beautiful, but businesslike, with her gold
rimmed glasses and hair pinned back. Still, there was
something familiar about her.
"Good afternoon, girls. My name is Jennifer, and I'm the
production manager for 'Bikini Bandits'. I know how nerve-
racking these auditions can be, so please just try and relax and
have some fun." She smiled at them, and Nicola immediately
felt herself at ease.
The five actresses filed through the door Jennifer had just
come through. Nicola felt like a champion racehorse on
display, a fine young philly. Head up, chest proudly pushed
out, she strode in just as she used to do on the catwalk. They
entered what must be a conference room. The end they were
in was brightly lit by windows and a skylight, and there was a
video camera set up near by. The gloomy far end held a
circular table, surrounded by chairs. Nicola could make out
someone sitting in one of the chairs, but it was too dark to
see. She knew from her limited experience it was probably
the director, or maybe a producer.
Jennifer put the actresses in a prearranged line up, with
Nicola at the end on the right. She guessed this was the "last
slot" her agent mentioned, but she failed to see how it helped
her. Jennifer looked down the room toward whoever-he-was,
and he gave her a nod.
"OK, girls, the movie's called 'Bikini Bandits', a sexy
comedy that's going to need a perky and very uninhibited lead
for the role of Kelly." Her spiel was quickly putting the
starlets as ease, and Nicola could feel the earlier atmosphere
dissolve. Jennifer had a warm friendly smile, which she
beamed at the line-up of near-naked thespians. "Pay will be
triple-scale. The part does require some nudity, but it's very
tasteful." Yeah, right, thought Nicola with a smirk. It's a real
Halle Berry part, right for the character and not just
gratuitous. "It can only be one of you," Jennifer continued,
"But I'll wish all of you the best of luck. So, starting with the
girl on the left down here, I want you to introduce yourselves
to us all."
The first girl, at the end furthermost from Nicola, was a
short blonde, with a pretty face and the most enormous tits
Nicola had ever seen. However, she'd foolishly chosen a one-
piece swimsuit that hid most of her body. "Hi, I'm Darcy, an
aspiring actress from San Fernando."
"Done much work?" asked Jennifer. Darcy gave a shy
smile. "No, not yet. I've been to a few auditions, though."
The next girl was also quite short, Hispanic, with good
sized boobs and a lovely sweet face. "I'm Carina," she
introduced herself. "I'm spending my vacation in LA, and just
trying to get some summer work."
The third girl was another blonde, very tall and skinny. She
had quite small tits, but they pushed her bikini top quite far
out. Nicola ruefully remembered that men liked skinny
women with perky breasts. "I'm Alison, and I've been in a
couple of movies already, hoping that 'Bikini Bandits' will be
next."
"Yeah? What other movies?"
"I had leads in 'Undercover Cheerleaders' and 'Kristi
Ducati's Bikini School', and I just did a video shoot in the
Bahamas for a tape called 'Supermodel Skinnydip Party'."
"Good," replied Jennifer, making notes on a clipboard.
The fourth girl was black, with lovely dark skin. She, too,
wore a string bikini, cunningly choosing black to make it look
like she was naked even when wearing the suit. "I'm Julie,
I'm a dancer, but I want to branch out into acting."
"Do you mean stripper?" Jennifer asked.
"Uh, yeah," Julie replied. Silently, Nicola breathed a sigh
of relief. She's blown it now. "Which club?" asked Jennifer.
"Headlights," Julie blurted. Yup, she'd definitely blown it. It
was obvious she didn't enjoy stripping, and was embarrassed
by her job.
"Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself, smiling for her
audience. "But my friends call me 'Knickers'".
"That's a very sexy accent. Are you Australian?" Jennifer
asked.
"Thank-you, yes. I'm from Melbourne. I was a model back
home, but my agent has brought me over here to try movies."
"What sort of modelling work did you do?" Jennifer asked.
Nicola smiled, she wasn't going to make the same mistake as
Julie. "Nude modelling. I used to do fashion, but I reckoned
my best assets weren't being fully appreciated." She gave a
naughty smile, which got a laugh from Jennifer. She made
some more notes on her clipboard, and then announced,
"Alright, girls, let's get those bikini tops off."
Nicola tugged at the string behind her back, and then pulled
her bikini top over her head. She tossed her hair slightly as
she did so, ostensibly to free the tangle of bikini string, but
also to allow her now uncovered boobs to wobble. Alison, the
pro, didn't bat an eyelid either, and was quickly as topless as
Nicola. Julie quickly stripped off too, but in Nicola's opinion
it was a workmanlike performance. Darcy looked
momentarily surprised, but seeing the other's removing their
tops, she began struggling to pull her impractical one-piece
down to her waist. Carina also took a moment to take in the
direction, but was soon out of her top, too, her tawny tits
swinging easily.
"Nice, very nice," said Jennifer as she surveyed the bare-
breasted starlets before her. Nicola quickly slipped into a
classic model's pose, chin up, chest thrust forward, hands on
hips, one leg slightly forward, and an easy-going smile on her
lips. She had a fabulous rack, and she wanted the unseen
producer to know it. The other girls stood a little uneasy, with
hands at their sides. Nicola was happily topless, pointing her
boobs in the direction of her producer. She breathed easily,
her chest rising and falling with each breath. She wanted them
to know she loved to be naked, would be perfect for any role
that required nudity, would be more than happy to shake her
bare tits on cue if the movie required it.
Jennifer moved back toward the dimly-lit conference table.
She leaned over to whisper with the seated producer. Nicola
noticed that, in their current position, he could probably see
down Jennifer's blouse. Well, that just gave her an extra pair
of tits to compete with. She stretched, cat-like, pushing her
boobs further forward.
After they finished, Jennifer approached the front of room.
"Thanks. You can get dressed again now." All five girls
rearranged themselves back into their bikini tops. Jennifer
continued: "Next, I'll have you do a reading one by one,
starting with Darcy. If the rest of you will return to the
waiting room."
Nicola filed out with the remaining three girls. They sat in
silence again. Nicola felt a little odd, sitting around an office
in the revealing bikini. It was a bit like being naked in public.
Sure, she'd worn bikinis before, even in her old modelling
days when she'd been a total prude, but this was different.
Back then, she'd been modelling the suit. Now, she was
modelling her own body, showing off as much of it as
possible in order to get the part. That was what was so good
about the change in her career, it made her feel so aware of
her own body. She was gorgeous, and she wanted everyone to
know it. Her sexuality had been awakened. Nicola shifted her
position in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her smooth,
tanned legs. The plastic contours of the seat seemed to grope
her practically-bare ass. She was getting horny again.
Jennifer would come in every half an hour or so to bring in
the next girl. Nicola never saw them exit, so she supposed
they were leaving by another door in the conference room.
They went in the order of the line-up, leaving Nicola for last.
She sat, alone and nervous, thinking about her audition. She
needed to do something daring, something really hot to grab
their attention. Toss the bikini now, and do the rest of the
audition nude? No, they'd want to see her strip. They'd ask
her to take it off at some point, but if Nicola could anticipate
that, and get herself naked without them asking her, that
would impress them. She needed an excuse, some way to
"accidentally" lose what little clothes she had on. Nicola was
still thinking when Jennifer came for her.
"Nicola, come on in," she said, flashing that warm smile of
hers.
Nicola entered back into the office. To her surprise, the
room was now much better lit. She could see the conference
table clearly, and the man who sat at it. He was middle aged,
with grey hair. He wore an open shirt, and Nicola could see
grey chest hairs peeking out. Jennifer led her over to him.
"Nicola, this is the producer of 'Bikini Bandits', Mr.
Spinetti."
"How do you do, Nicola," he said, and offered his hand.
As he was still seated, Nicola had to bend over to shake it. As
she did so, her top hung open, and Nicola realised Mr.
Spinetti could see pretty much all of her boobs right down to
the nipple. Well, she thought, I might as well give him a
show.
"Please, call me Knickers. It's a pleasure to meet you,"
Nicola replied, as he took her proffered hand. She leaned
further forward, giving him a better view of her bulging tits.
Mr. Spinetti's eyes flashed from Nicola's face to her cleavage
and back again. Most of the front of her chest was exposed by
the bikini, and she could feel his hot breath on her breasts.
Nicola gave him a warm inviting smile, letting him know it
was OK to look. He got the hint, and returned to staring at
the swell of Nicola's perfect bosom as it threatened to pop out
of her bikini top. "The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Spinetti said
without looking up from Nicola's chest. He shook her hand,
causing her breasts to wobble. "That's a cute nickname. I bet
there's a funny story behind it."
"Yeah," Nicola replied. "I was 16, at school. We had P.E.
one day, only I forgot to wear any underwear. I didn't
remember until I was changing into my P.E. gear. So the
girls started calling me Knickers. It kinda stuck with me."
Nicola blushed as Mr. Spinetti and Jennifer chuckled. In fact
it was a little white lie, her agent had dreamt up the nickname
a few months ago.
"Alright," said Mr. Spinetti, getting back to business.
"We're going to be taping this audition, if that's OK?"
"That's fine," replied Nicola. Mr. Spinetti had reluctantly
torn his attention from the show, so Nicola stood up straight
to show off her body in a different position.
"We're going to have you read, and then we'll need to see
you dance, and then... we'd like to see you take some clothes
off."
"Sure," said Nicola with a laugh, "I'm practically there
already." She ran her hand down her bare stomach,
emphasising her near-nudity.
Jennifer led Nicola over to her mark, and then stepped
behind the camera. The red light winked on, and it was time
for Nicola to convince Mr. Spinetti to cast her. She put on her
best party-girl smile and looked down the lens as sexy as the
near-naked Australian starlet could.
"Hi, my name is Nicola, but you can call me Knickers. I'm
20 years old, and a model and aspiring actress from
Melbourne, Australia. I'm 5'9", and my measurements are
38, 25, 35." Each number was accompanied by her hands
indicating what was what; cupping her breasts, sliding down
her abdomen, and ending up on her hips. "Are they real?"
Mr. Spinetti asked, eyeing her tits. Nicola giggled, "They
sure are!"
"Alright, Knickers," said Jennifer, playfully savoring the
nickname. "The scene you'll be reading is just after Kelly has
been robbed by the Bikini Bandits. You're standing on the
highway with your best friend, wondering what to do next."
Nicola, of course, already knew the piece off by heart. For
the sake of her career she only had to pretend to be a bimbo,
not actually be one.
"'Kelly!'" said Jennifer, reading the other part, "'what
happened to you?'"
"'I was robbed,'" Nicola replied. "'These masked girls in
bikinis held me up, stole all my money, and took all my
clothes!'"
Nicola mimed trying to cover her body, one arm across her
boobs, the other hand on her crotch. She was wearing the
string bikini, of course, but it wasn't hard to imagine her
naked. The part required her to try and cover her tits without
actually covering her tits. 'Kelly' punctuated the words with a
casual flick of her hands, which of course revealed the parts
she was trying to hide.
"'I can't go to spring break naked,'" Nicola continued,
"'I'll need at least some clothes to take off.'"
"'There's a bar not far from here,'" read Jennifer, "'But
with no money, I don't know what we'll do.'"
"'It's OK, men always tend to get real generous when I'm
naked,'" Nicola quipped.
"'It's a biker bar. Pretty rough crowd.'"
"'Well, I'll do anything to get some clothes.'" Nicola
emphasised the 'anything' to let the viewer know they'll what
to keep watching. "'Then I swear I'll get those Bikini Bandits
back for what they did to me!'"
In the script, Kelly and her friend started to walk down the
highway.
"'This must be pretty embarrassing for you,'" said Jennifer.
"'Nah, it's OK,'" Nicola replied. "'I'm a nurse. I'm used to
people seeing me naked.'"
"'Don't you mean you're used to seeing other people
naked?'" read Jennifer.
"'No,'" Nicola replied with a naughty smile.
"Cut," called Mr. Spinetti with a laugh. "Great Knickers, I
love the way you play the humor in that."
"Yeah, it's pretty funny." Nicola replied. It was silly, but
funny all the same.
"You're playing Kelly as quite witty and savvy," said Mr.
Spinetti. "How about we go through it again, this time with
Kelly as quite ditzy and blonde."
"OK." They ran through the scene again, this time Nicola
played Kelly as a bimbo. Her expression became wide-eyed
and vacant, her voice became breathless and a bit higher. This
Kelly didn't get the connection between men being generous
to her and her being nude, or why nurses shouldn't be seen
naked by their patients instead of the other way round.
Personally, Nicola found the first way funnier, with Kelly
using her body to gain an advantage, knowing full well the
effect of every bounce and jiggle. It was more like Nicola's
own approach to life and her career.
Mr. Spinetti was satisfied with the second reading. As
Jennifer produced a cassette player, he explained the next part
of the audition: "There are some dancing scenes in the movie,
so we need to see your stuff. Be sure to give it all you've got,
if you know what I mean." Nicola nodded. She knew what he
meant.
The tape began to play, a booming house beat. Nicola
began to dance. She let the primal throb invade her body, and
take over her movements. She channelled the thump of the
music into her chest, making it the focus of her undulations.
Nicola threw her head back, and shook her chest at the
camera. Her tits swung violently, and the inevitable
happened. Nicola's right boob popped out of her bikini top
and bounced free.
Nicola stopped for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and
proceeded to slip the errant breast back into its cup. "That's
quite all right. Please, continue."
She started dancing again. Of course, it had been no
accident. Nicola knew how to get a producer's attention. She
continued with the wild movements, and, sure enough, her
left boob also made a bid for freedom, bouncing out of
Nicola's top and quivering gently.
She stopped again. "Would it be OK if I just took this off?"
Nicola asked innocently. "Sure," replied Mr. Spinetti, "Go
right ahead." Nicola untied her top and tossed it aside. That
was definitely better. Unencumbered by the bikini, Nicola's
tits stood proudly on display. The lack of tan lines let
everyone know that being naked was second nature to her.
Nicola's nipples were hard with excitement. She started
dancing again, feeling more natural and relaxed. Nicola shook
her boobs wildly, grinning into the camera. The gyrations we
a kind of reality test for her tits, in this situation falsies would
flap sickeningly on her chest, while the genuine article
bounced smoothy, following the natural rhythm of the rest of
her body. Nicola's perfect tits passed the test with flying
colors. She switched her gaze from the camera to Mr.
Spinetti. He sat transfixed, his eyes shining at the sight of the
topless twenty-year-old dancing for him. There was a tell-tale
bulge in his pants. Nicola smiled, pleased. She was making
good points.
"Thanks, that's enough," Mr. Spinetti said at last. Jennifer
stopped the tape. Nicola was out of breath from the exertion,
her chest rising and falling rapidly as she got her puff back.
"Mmm, nice tits," Jennifer murmured. "That's wonderful,
that really is," said Mr. Spinetti, clearly impressed with
Nicola's talent. "Thank-you," she replied, to both of them.
"Well, the only thing left to ask you about is the nudity. Do
you have a problem with that?"
Nicola laughed. She stood, hands on hips, smiling at my
Mr. Spinetti, letting him drink in the sight of her exquisite
body with nothing between him and her pussy but a thin strip
of material. "Why not? I'm nude now aren't I?" She trailed
her forefinger between her breasts, reminding him or her state
of undress, as if he could forget.
"Honey, this is topless. I'm talking full-nudity. To an agent,
that's the difference between and double and triple scale. To
an MPAA censor, that's the difference between an R and an
Unrated cert. And to the average slob in the video store,
that's the difference between seeing your tits or seeing your
tits and your bush."
Nicola gave a naughty smile. She tugged at the bow that
secured her bikini bottoms. They fell at her shapely ankles.
She stood before them now, fully naked. Jennifer and Mr.
Spinetti's gazes fell upon the enchanting stripe of pubic hair at
Nicola's crotch. It was, like the rest of her, free from tan
lines. The only sound was the whir of the video camera.
"How's this?" Nicola asked playfully. She slipped into a
model's pose, bringing her hands up behind her head, which
lifted her tits toward the audience. She continued to run her
fingers through her long chestnut hair, smiling seductively.
She widened her stance abit, opening her legs, giving
tempting glimpses of the opening of her pussy. Mr. Spinetti
finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and
starting giving Nicola directions.
"Turn slightly, give us a profile. Nice." Nicola turned her
body, edging her ass toward the camera. "Turn all the way
around." She did so, and looked back over her shoulder with
a kittenish smile. "Nice, very nice." Nicola turned back
facing him, hands on hips, standing on tip-toe. Her boobs
bounced deliciously as she moved. Her nipples were hard
bullets. She couldn't stop smiling. She loved being naked,
loved showing off. How different Knickers was to the Nicola
of only a few months ago. She giggled, causing her tits to
shake.
"Great, thank-you," said Mr. Spinetti at last. He clearly had
enjoyed himself as much as Nicola. "That's all for now."
Jennifer switching the camera off.
"Thanks," Nicola replied with a laugh. "It was fun."
"Listen," Mr. Spinetti asked. "How'd you like to have
dinner with me, right now?"
"Well, all I've got to wear is my bikini," she gestured to
her swimsuit, which was still lying on the floor.
"That's OK, we can go to my place. Very private, you can
wear whatever you like."
Suddenly, Nicola realised that this was the advantage being
last gave her- she was the one he was asking back to his place
for 'dinner'. She smiled, "They'd be great."
Nicola retrieved her bikini and starting to tie on the top.
Jennifer knelt by her waist. "Here, let me help you." She
slipped Nicola's bikini bottoms on her, and tied up the string.
Jennifer's face was so close to Nicola's bottom that she could
feel her warm breath on her skin. Nicola wondered if
Jennifer's interest in her body was entirely professional or,
like Mr. Spinetti, she had the hots for her. Finished, Jennifer
patted Nicola on her shapely behind. "There, all done."
It was late afternoon as all three walked out into the car
park. It was a typically hot LA day, and Nicola felt
comfortable in just her bikini. Mr. Spinetti approached a
black BMW, with the license plate "TA".
"Why don't you ride me? Jennifer can take your car,"
suggested Mr. Spinetti. As Nicola's car was just a Honda, she
jumped at the chance to ride in a Beamer. After handing her
keys to Jennifer, Nicola sat into the leather seat of Mr.
Spinetti's car. She gave a yelp- it was hot against her bare
skin. Mr. Spinetti chuckled. Nicola slid back into the seat, her
bare bottom slipping sensuously across the leather. It was
rather more comfortable than the plastic chair. She wriggled,
producing a few rude noises, but very pleasurable sensations.
The string bikini rode up on her, slipping between her pussy
lips. Nicola let out a second sound, this one of groan of
satisfaction. She didn't bother to adjust her suit, and she could
feel herself begin to moisten. Nicola hoped Mr. Spinetti
didn't mind too much her leaving a snail trail on his leather
upholstery.
They rode northward along the Pacific Coast Highway.
Nicola still didn't know her way around LA very well. She
sat enjoying the ride, wearing nothing but her string bikini.
She wondered what would happen if they got pulled over, but
she guessed attire like hers was pretty common on the roads.
"How did you feel about the audition?" Mr. Spinetti asked.
"It was good," Nicola replied, then added, "It kinda felt
like you weren't so much as auditioning me as auditioning my
tits."
He laughed in reply. "Yeah, I guess we were."
"Well, did my tits get the part?" Nicola asked.
"We'll see."
Finally, they pulled up to a large house that looked to
Nicola like a mansion, a beautiful old villa surrounded by
desert hills. It lay among a wide sprawl of well-manicured
lawns. As Mr. Spinetti parked the car, she stood out front
admiring his home. "Wow," she said. "Impressive, isn't it?"
asked Mr. Spinetti. "It's huge," breathed Nicola. "I didn't
realise you made so much money."
"You mean, out of making such low-rent movies? It's the
overheads," he said, leading her inside. "Something like
'Pearl Harbor' costs 300 million. But it won't even make that
back at the box office. 'Bikini Stewardesses' cost 300
thousand. It's made nearly fifty mill world wide so far.
Course, not all that money goes to me, but as I'm principal
investor, I get the biggest share. And then a big chunk of that
is going into 'Bikini Bandits'. And the profits from that into
the next project. It snowballs."
Nicola's eyes lit up. A slice of $50,000,000. This was the
kind of money she wanted to make in Hollywood. If baring
her tits in cheesy T & A movies was the way to do it, then so
be it.
He gave her the grand tour. Nicola had ditched her heels,
and was now padding around the marble floors in her bare
feet. As he took her around, Mr. Spinetti was finding more
excuses to touch Nicola's body, guiding her with an arm
slipped around her waist. He was more interested in the view
that Nicola presented to him. It was all very casual, and they
continued to chat as he groped her ever more adventurously.
"I'll make maybe 5 feature movies a year. Then all the taped
auditions for those, like yours this afternoon, get put together
in a compilation. I'll make maybe 2 or 3 of those." Nicola
was beginning to realise that her audition hadn't ended when
the camera stopped rolling. As he held her close, he brazenly
peered down her bikini top at her tits. Nicola smiled,
encouraging him to go further. "I'm always on the look-out
for new talent," leered Mr. Spinetti. "You're on the look-out
for something," Nicola replied with a smirk, feeling like one
of the characters in his movies. They walked on.
"And this is the master bedroom," announced Mr. Spinetti.
Before her stood a magnificent four-poster bed, draped in
silk, like something out of an old romantic movie. Nicola felt
Mr. Spinetti's hand slide from her waist down her lower back
to rest gently on her ass. "It's beautiful," she breathed.
Suddenly, someone entered the room. Nicola turned,
surprised to see who it was.
"Dinner will be ready soon," said Jennifer. She gave Nicola
a sly smile.
"Knickers, why don't you go down stairs with Jennifer,"
Mr. Spinetti said. "I got a few things to catch up on first."
Nicola followed Jennifer downstairs to the spacious lounge.
"Drink?" she asked. "Um, G&T?" Nicola replied.
After fixing the drinks, Jennifer let out a sigh of
exhaustion. She unpinned her hair and shook it loose, framing
her pretty face in brunette locks. "God it feels good to
unwind," she said. Jennifer kicked off her shoes, and then to
Nicola's surprise, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the
floor. Nicola could see she was wearing white lace panties,
barely covered by the white shirt. Jennifer undid a few more
buttons, but otherwise left it on. She slumped into a chair
opposite Nicola, and raised her long legs to put her feet on a
footrest. Nicola should see a brown nipple peaking out at her
through the open blouse. Suddenly, she recognised Jennifer.
"Hey, you played Melissa in 'Bikini Stewardesses'!"
"Guilty," Jennifer smirked.
"But I thought you were a production manager?"
"I was, too, on 'Bikini Stewardesses'. But three days before
shooting, our lead actress got cold feet. Or cold tits, if you've
ever seen 'Takin' It Off'. Anyway, we needed to recast at the
last moment. I gamely stepped into the breach." She took a
long gulp of her drink. "I was soooo nervous, it was the first
time I'd ever been naked in public. Mr. Spinetti tried to be
really nice, schedule all the clothed scenes first, but as ex-
production manager I put my foot down and insisted on an
efficient shooting order instead. So I wound up with a nude
scene on my first day." She laughed.
"It must've been tough for you."
"It was at first. But I really got into it. By the time we
wrapped, I would forget when I had clothes on and when I
didn't. The director would call 'cut', and I'd wander around
the set stark naked."
"Do you think you'll do it again?"
"Oh, sure," Jennifer replied. "Tomorrow, in fact. We're
doing the DVD release of 'Bikini Stewardesses'. One of the
special features will be exclusive galleries of all the girls. So
I've got a nude photoshoot tomorrow morning." She giggled.
"And 'Bikini Stewardesses' was so popular that we're going
to do a sequel after 'Bikini Bandits'." As she sipped her
drink, a naughty smile crept across Jennifer's lips. "Do you
remember the scene where Melissa and Debbie distract the
FAA inspector by making out?"
"Yeah?"
Jennifer gave a smug smile. "That was the first time I'd
ever had sex with another girl."
Nicola sipped her drink, and wondered who was going to
get her into bed first, Mr. Spinetti or Jennifer. Or would it be
a tie?
Jennifer patted the spot on the sofa next to her. "Why don't
you come and sit by me?" Nicola smiled and moved over
beside her. The brunette looked at her with soft brown eyes.
"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" she asked.
"Once, I..." But Nicola trailed off. She was lost in those
eyes. She parted her lips and leant forward. Jennifer slipped
an arm around her naked waist and pulled Nicola toward her.
Their lips met, and they kissed. Nicola obediently opened her
mouth, and let Jennifer slip her tongue inside. She was soon
probing deeply down Nicola's throat. It was not like being
kissed by a man, gentle but passionate at the same time.
Nicola sucked greedily on her tongue. She felt Jennifer's
fingers at her chest, tugging aside the right panel of the bikini
top. Fingers danced around Nicola's nipple. It sprung to
attention, red and hot, demanding to be suckled. Nicola was
really getting into the mood when Mr. Spinetti entered the
room. He'd changed into swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.
"Come on, girls," he said playfully, "dinner's getting cold."
Jennifer stood up and followed her boss into the dinning
room. Nicola, a little disappointed, slipped her nipple back
into place, and joined them.
It was a delicious meal, a simple pasta dish that Mr.
Spinetti boasted was his own recipe. As they ate, the
conversation remained light, but Nicola could sense her hosts
hungrily eyeing up her boobs as they swung barely contained
by her bikini top. Nicola now felt perfectly at ease in the
revealing swimsuit, it was the most natural feeling in the
world to walk around with her ass bare and her tits practically
hanging out. They talked about Nicola's home, which the two
Los Angelites were curious about.
"Is it true it's all topless sunbathing in Australia?" Mr.
Spinetti asked.
"Uh-huh," Nicola replied. "Along the Gold Coast, it's
nothing but bare boobs as far as the eye can see!"
"I'd love to go there," Jennifer said wistfully. "Try and
sunbathe topless here and they lead you away in handcuffs."
"Did you do much topless sunbathing?" Mr. Spinetti asked.
Nicola shook her head. "Believe it or not, I used to be really
shy."
"But you used to model nude?"
"Yeah, but before then I was with this agency in
Melbourne. My agent Ally always steered me away from that
sort of work. Only catwalk, fashion, swimwear, lingerie. All
very tame. I used to be so prissy back then." Nicola wrinkled
her nose in distaste. "But then I got this new agent. He made
it clear that I was wasting my talent doing all that sort of
stuff. He convinced me I had a fantastic body, and if I
showed more of it off, I could make alot of money. So I
agreed to pose for a nude shoot. I was really nervous, but it
turned out great."
In fact, Phil the photographer had known Nicola for some
time, and had always been trying to get her to pose nude for
him. She'd refused though, calling him a pervert. When,
thanks to her new agent, Nicola had finally relented and
agreed to bare all, it was Phil she was sent off to pose for.
Nicola ended up really enjoying herself, spending a very nice
evening cavorting naked around his studio. Afterward, she'd
really felt bad about the way she treated him. She'd been a
complete bitch, and all he wanted was to see her nude. To
make it up to Phil, Nicola had fucked him there on the set. He
got some photos of that too, for his private collection.
"That set was published in 'The Picture', that's a girlie
magazine we've got down there. Then I went on and did a set
for Australian Penthouse. My agent said I was coming along
nicely, and thought it was time I came over here to try my
luck at movies."
"And here you are," Mr. Spinetti said with a hungry look in
his eye. "And here I am," Nicola replied.
They finished up the meal. Jennifer took the dishes into the
kitchen and started to stack them in the dish washer. Mr.
Spinetti disappeared through the French windows. Nicola
gave Jennifer a hand. "So, do you live here too?" she asked.
Jennifer shook her head. "I have a place in Pacific Palisades.
I just, uh, 'sleep over' sometimes."
From somewhere outside, Nicola could hear Mr. Spinetti
calling for her. "You'd better go," Jennifer said. "The final
part of your audition."
Nicola padded outside, enjoying the Californian sunset on
her bare skin. She wandered down the garden, following a
brick path amongst a sea of ferns. Nicola wondered if the
others girls would've been as eager as she was, if they'd had
the coveted last position. She guessed the pros Alison and
Julie would, while newbies Darcy and Carina would balk. Or
maybe it would be the other way around, with the
professionals figuring they didn't need it, and the beginners
desperate for a break. Nicola shook the question aside. She
was the best girl for this part. She had the best body, and she
was the most willing to show it off. And that was why she
was going to get the part. Nicola emerged from the greenery
to find herself standing beside a bubbling hot and very
inviting jacuzzi. Mr. Spinetti, lounging in the water, grinned
up at her. "Why don't you toss the suit, and come join me?"
Nicola smirked, feeling naughty. She wanted to tease him.
"I don't know. The purpose of a bikini is to go bathing in.
I've been wearing this all day and I haven't been near water.
It would rather defeat the purpose to take it off now."
Mr. Spinetti laughed. "Honey, the purpose of that bikini is
to show off that fantastic body of yours. It would fulfil that
purpose a whole lot better lying on the ground over there."
Nicola giggled at the logic. She tugged at the bows on
either side of her hips. Her whisper-small bikini bottoms slid
to her ankles. She reached behind her, and untied the top. It
popped free, baring her tits. The no-longer-needed bikini was
thrown into the garden. Nicola stood by the jacuzzi, posing
for Mr. Spinetti, much as she'd done before. But this time it
wasn't his producer's eye he cast over her. It was naked lust.
Mr. Spinetti wanted to fuck Nicola, and she wanted to let
him. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, cupping her
boobs.
"Mmm-mm, you are one damn fine piece of ass," he
replied. "You'll go far in this business, trust me."
Nicola slipped into the water beside Mr. Spinetti. He
wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her toward
him. Nicola's hand moved to his submerged lap, and found
his bare cock, hard and eager for her starlet pussy. Mr.
Spinetti's mouth went to Nicola's left nipple, and began to
suck greedily. Waves of pleasure travelled up her body. She
caressed his cock, trailing her manicured nails across his
balls. At her chest, Mr. Spinetti switched his attention to her
right nipple.
"I want you," Nicola moaned. "I need you here in my
pussy." Mr. Spinetti complied, slipping two fingers into
Nicola. Her greedy cunt slurped them down, and she began to
fuck his hand, bucking her hips in the water. Nicola returned
the favor, pumping his cock in her hand. It was thick and
hard. Nicola was even hornier than she realised, and soon she
was moaning aloud in ecstasy, her voice echoing across the
neighbourhood.
Nicola felt Mr. Spinetti withdraw his hand from her cunt.
He turned her around, and Nicola noticed Jennifer sitting
naked on the other edge of the jacuzzi, her legs trailing in the
water. Her thighs were apart, and Nicola could she her
glistening nether-lips. "Come on, baby," Jennifer whispered.
"Come and get some pussy."
Nicola moved through the water toward her, guided by Mr.
Spinetti. Jennifer leant back, resting her head on a towel at
the pool's edge. Nicola knelt on a shelf in the jacuzzi, leaning
forward into a position where she was directly over Jennifer,
with her ass in the air. Nicola and Jennifer began to make
out, their tongues swirling around and then diving into each
other's mouths. Nicola could feel Mr. Spinetti taking up
position behind her. Her pussy lips were hot and raw, both
from the water and burning need to be fucked. His hands
were on her hips, holding her, positioning her. Nicola felt her
new producer's hard cock against her pussy lips. Still kissing
Jennifer, she reached behind her to slide him into home. With
a slurp, Mr. Spinetti's cock slid effortless into Nicola's cunt.
She let out a moan of pleasure. Her flat model's stomach
muscles began to ripple with what would be the first of many
orgasms that night.
Needless to say, Nicola got the part. It was just the start of
her adventures in Hollywood.
END
Appendix:
Brief synopsis of movies mentioned. None of these titles
actually exist, so don't go down to Blockbuster and ask if
they've got em.
"Bikini Bandits"
Enroute to Spring Break, co-ed Kelly (Nicola Baron) is
waylaid by Texas' most underhand, and underdressed,
outlaws the Bikini Bandits. Stripped of her money, and her
clothes, Kelly takes to dancing at a local bar to earn enough
cash to pay her way back across country. But first she vows
revenge upon the Bikini Bandits, by beating them at their own
game.
"Bikini Stewardesses"
When young businesswoman Melissa (Jennifer Dempster)
inherits her uncle's failing small-time airline, it seems nothing
can save it from bankruptcy. A late night movie provides the
answer, and Melissa tries outfitting her stewardesses in
bikinis as the key to sex-cess. But trouble is brewing as a
rival airline AirGlobal tries to shut them down. It's up to
Melissa to trade her suit for a bikini, and make sure her
passengers enjoy one wild ride.
"Bikini Stewardesses II: The Next Generation"
Fresh from graduation, Kelly (Nicola Baron) sets her sights
on Bikini Airways as a job with fun possibilities. Buckle up
and prepare to fly the very friendly skies, as Kelly and the
other aspiring Bikini Stewardesses love, laugh and strip their
way to hilarity at 30,000ft. But it's not just eager passengers
the girls must deal with, as AirGlobal again tries to muscle in
on the sexy action. Guest starring: Jennifer Dempster ("Bikini
Stewardesses").
"Kristi Ducati's Bikini School"
Sexy superstar Kristi Ducati (herself) finds that running a
modelling school is much harder than just being a model.
When Kristi and her sexy students enter an international
bikini modelling contest, with $500,000 prize money up for
grabs, they'll stop at nothing to win. This is one beauty
pageant that gets down to the bare essentials, but these girls
give it all they've got for some very sexy fun.
"Supermodel Skinnydip Party"
Filmed on location in the Bahamas, this sensuous video takes
six gorgeous supermodels and lets them loose in their natural
habitat: buck naked. "Supermodel Skinnydip Party" lets you
the viewer see what goes on- and what comes off- behind the
scenes at an exotic photoshoot. It's your passport to paradise.
Starring: Tammy Parks, Alison Lamont, Leslee Bremmer,
Bunny, Angela Monroe and Busty Muffins.
"Undercover Cheerleaders"
Chaos threatens when supervillian Artemis Blarb ("Austin
Powers 2"'s Verne Troyer) vows to destroy the 1999 Bikini
Cheerleading Championships unless he is paid 1 million
dollars! It's up to LA's hottest cop Patricia Cruz (TV's
"Scenic Places" Britney Young in her movie debut) to suit up
and strip down in the sexiest undercover operation you'll ever
see. Will America's right to T&A be taken away by the forces
of evil? Only Patricia and her crack team of cheerleading
cuties can save the day.
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Title: Knickers Down in Acapulco
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, MMMMF, exhib, interr
Summary: Robbie is a bellboy at a resort in Acapulco. His dreams come true when his favorite B-movie actress Nicola Baron checks in for a hoilday.
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude
words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the
decency laws in most states would require it not be read by
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes,
you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale
features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing
wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge
readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in
this way.
This work is 2002 the author. Permission is granted to
freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The
situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, so any
similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure
coincidence.
Author's note: The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic
stories about an Australian model-turned-actress who travels
to Hollywood to find stardom. They are to date: (in reading
order)
1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
3. Bikini Audition
4. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
5. Hollywood Party Hostesses
6. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
7. Nicola Gets A Woody
8. Bikini Christmas Carol
9. Sex Kitten
10. Best in Show
11. Knickers Down in Acapulco <-
Please don't email me asking for the other stories. Visit the
website at http://www.asstr.org/~knickers . As well as all the
episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, and
some extra goodies that will be coming soon.
Feel free to drop me a line, but please keep it relevant to
this story, positive or negative. I'm
[email protected]
Knickers Down in Acapulco (MF MMMMF exhib interr)
Nicola leaned over the handsome young Hispanic man, her tits
threatening to pop out of her bikini top. The string that held
that top in place dangled inticingly before him. Beyond
temptation, he reached up and grasped it, gently sliding it
loose. The gorgeous Aussie starlet brought her ruby-red lips
close to his face and murmured softly, "Robbie, Robbie."
Robbie smiled, looking up into those deep blue eyes. "Yes, my
love, what is it?"
"Robbie, you really shouldn't be sleeping on the job."
Robbie opened his eyes. Of course, there was no near-naked
starlet standing over him, just Carlito.
"If Mr. Hardwicke catches you asleep in the breakroom he'll
fire you."
"I'm not afraid of him," Robbie replied sulkily. He sat up,
casually trying to hide the erection he'd sprouted from yet-
another daydream about his favorite b-movie actress Nicola
Baron. Thankfully he was wearing his uniform, a loose-fitting
pair of blue trousers and jacket made from cotton so light
they felt more like pyjamas.
"And aren't you on duty right now?" Carlito asked pointedly.
Robbie grumbled. He was none too fond of his job. The nineteen
year old was a bellboy at the Paradise Beach Hotel, Acapulco.
He spent most of his time waiting hand and foot on wealthy
American tourists. Hence his spare time was reserved for
fantasizing about a certain model Robbie had an affection for.
About two months ago Robbie had been browsing in the local
video store when one tape caught his eye. Entitled "Bikini
Bandits", it had featured Robbie's favorite theme of beautiful
young women running around in various states of undress. One
in particular had enchanted him, a gorgeous Australian actress
named Nicola Baron. That night Robbie had scoured the internet
for information on her, and found several fansites devoted to
the starlet. Soon he was an ardent fan himself.
But lately Robbie was beginning to wonder if his fandom was
turning into obsession. He was daydreaming about her at work.
Was he starting to go too far? Even now, sitting in the
breakroom wideawake, he thought he could hear her voice: that
sensuous, husky Australian accent, followed by her charming
laugh.
Robbie stopped. That wasn't his imagination- it *was* her
voice. Robbie threw open the breakroom door and peered down
the hall toward reception. Mr. Hardwicke was working the front
desk, his weaselly little face twisted into an obsequious
smile. Robbie looked over to the vision of loveliness standing
opposite him. His jaw dropped.
She couldn't be more than twenty years old. Her blue eyes
sparkled. She had long chestnut colored hair that framed her
pretty face and fell to her shapely shoulders. She was
casually dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, which was
stretched to contained her impressive chest. The top of the
shirt was cut awfully low, showing plenty of her tanned
cleavage. Robbie could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and her
dark areolas were visible beneath the white material.
Could it be? thought Robbie. Is it really her?
"Roberto!" Mr. Hardwicke barked. "Service!" Robbie blinked and
stepped forward. "Yes sir, Mr. Hardwicke?"
"Please take Ms. Baron's luggage up to room 777." He handed
him the key. Robbie took it as if in a daze. Ms. Baron? It was
her! The one and only Nicola Baron! Obviously Mr. Hardwicke
had no idea who she was. To him she was just another guest,
but to Robbie she was a real live star, standing just a few
feet away.
Mr. Hardwicke snapped his fingers at Robbie. "Look lively
Roberto!" Robbie quickly awoke from his trance. The gorgeous
Australian model flashed him her trademark toothsome smile.
Robbie stared into those sparkling blue eyes and gave a dopey
grin in reply. "This way, por favor."
The pair stood in the elevator. Robbie couldn't help his eyes
wandering across to the woman standing next to him. She met
his glances with a curious smile. Robbie blushed and looked
away.
The elevator stopped and they walked down the hall, Robbie
leading the way. His heart beat roared in his ears, and every
step felt like an eternity. Robbie was so aware of the close
proximity of her body right behind him, radiating an aura of
sexual desirability. Robbie's cock began to dent his trousers.
They arrived at Nicola's room. Robbie unlocked the door and
led her in. She stepped into the plush suite, brushing
exquisitely close past him. Robbie watched as she moved
gracefully toward the balcony, admiring the spectacular view
of the Pacific Ocean.
"Wow, it's gorgeous!" exclaimed Nicola. Standing behind her,
Robbie's eyes were firmly on her shapely behind, squeezed into
those too-tight jeans. "Oh, si," he breathed. Nicola turned
around and gave him a inquisitive but friendly look. Robbie's
eyes flicked back up to her face and he chastised himself for
leering at her. He tried to slip into professional mode, and
began by giving her his usual spiel about the facilities.
"You have a mini-bar here, stocked with a wide range of
liqueurs and beverages. Satellite TV, plus the in-house movie
channels. They're all free, although there is a surcharge for
any adult movies." Inwardly Robbie groaned as he realized he
had just told Nicola Baron she'd have to pay extra for any
porn she wanted to watch. However she just nodded politely and
he carried on. "Through here, ensuite bathroom, including
whirlpool bath. Here's a card that details all the hotel
services, in-room dining, laundry & dry-cleaning, shoe-shine.
The rest of the hotel's facilities include a fully equipped
gym with trainers on hand, tennis courts, golf course, Olympic
swimming pool, discotheque, video arcade. Breakfast is served
from 7 am to 11, lunch from 11.30 am to 1.30 pm, and dinner
from 7 pm till late, with light meals available at other
times."
"Thank-you. I always seem to have problems when I'm in a
hotel," Nicola replied with a smirk. Not knowing what she
meant, Robbie gave a slight cough. "Um, I just wanted to ask
you. Are you, ah, *the* Nicola Baron, the actress?"
Nicola gave a broad grin. "Why, yes! You're seen my movies?"
"Si, yes," Robbie replied. "Actually, I'm quite a fan."
"This is great!" Nicola enthused. "I don't get to meet many
fans!" She stepped closer to Robbie. The bellboy couldn't help
himself, against his will his eyes wandered down to the
impressive swell of her bosom as it bulged out of her t-shirt.
If Nicola was angry with Robbie for staring at her cleavage
she didn't show it, and as Robbie's gaze flicked back between
her face and her tits, she smiled at him sweetly.
"So you like watching my movies, huh?" Nicola asked. Robbie
blushed. "Si, I watch them, and I check out the websites and
that sort of thing."
Nicola's eyes lit up. "There are websites on me on the
internet? Wow! You've got to show them to me sometime."
"Sure," Robbie replied. "Any time, just dial 0, and ask for
me, and I can bring a computer up to your room."
Nicola rummaged in her purse and produced a five dollar bill.
"Thank-you, Roberto," she said, reading his name tag. Robbie
beamed. "Please, call me Robbie."
"Oh, well then Robbie, you must call me Knickers."
Knickers? Robbie's heart skipped a beat. He'd read on one site
a rumor that Nicola was known to her friends as Knickers.
"Well, adios Ms. Knickers," he grinned and left.
Robbie was just making his way down the hall, smiling to
himself at what just happened, when a large shadow loomed in
front of him. Robbie looked up to see two large, lumpy figures
blocking his way.
"Um, hi Chad," Robbie said. Yesterday a group of American
college boys had booked into the hotel, a quartet of clean-
cut, fresh-faced, frat brothers named Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad.
Robbie had been seized by an ill-advised sense of camaraderie
and, as he helped take their bags up to their suite, he'd made
a stupid attempt to insinuate himself into their exclusive
little group. This had involved boasting to the boys that he'd
be able to secure some "entertainment" for the big party they
were planning. Now he regretted it.
"I'm Brad, he's Chad," the ringleader growled. "Just thought
I'd remind you, Tad's birthday party is tomorrow night and you
promised to recruit some of the local talent to welcome him to
the big two-oh."
"Yeah," added Chad.
Another blonde-haired, blue-eyed all-American college boy
appeared behind Robbie. Towering over him, he placed a meaty
paw on the bellboy's shoulder. Brad grinned evilly. "Rad here
will be awfully displeased if you let Tad down, won't you
Rad?"
The man-mountain Rad didn't reply. Chad added, "Yeah."
Robbie quavered under their malevolent gazes but tried not to
sound frightened. In reality, Robbie knew exactly as many
hookers as he did astronauts, lion tamers, and bikini quantity
surveyors: none. But he shrugged and said "Sure thing guys.
Won't let you down."
Brad stepped aside, letting Robbie past. "See that you don't,"
he replied. "Yeah!" chimed in Chad. Robbie nodded, and
scuttled past the trio.
Later, after Robbie had done more work around the hotel, he
put his feet up in the breakroom again, trying to forget his
run in with Brad, Chad and Rad, and mull over his chance
encounter with the delectable Knickers. So it was true that
Nicola Baron's nickname was Knickers? Robbie hadn't believed
Rizla when he told him that. Rizla's website listed lots of
other rumors about the gorgeous Aussie starlet- rumors about
her love of exhibitionism, about wild Hollywood sex parties,
about Nicola being more than willing to put out. Could they be
true too?
Robbie's mind was still unravelling the possibilities when
rat-faced Mr. Hardwicke entered the breakroom. Robbie jumped
to his feet. "Roberto," he snapped (Hardwicke always snapped
at the Mexican staff members), "Ms. Baron in 777 wants you to
bring a computer up to her room."
Robbie scrambled to the door, pleasantly surprised that Nicola
did indeed want to check out her own fansites. He rushed past
Mr. Hardwicke and down to IT Services to check out a computer
for her.
Humming to himself, Robbie wheeled the computer trolley up to
Nicola's room and knocked on the door. There was no answer.
Robbie knocked again. "Hola, Ms. Knickers?" Still no reply.
Robbie was a little disappointed, she must've gone out. At
least he could set it up for her when she comes back.
Robbie let himself into the room with his passkey. He located
the T3 connection on the writing desk and was plugging in the
cable when he heard a voice calling from the bathroom.
"Robbie? Is that you?"
Robbie nearly jumped for joy. She was still here, he hadn't
missed her! "Si Ms. Knickers," he replied. "I'm just setting
up your computer."
"OK. I'm just getting out of the shower. I'll be there in a
minute."
Robbie booted up the computer. Hearing Nicola enter, he turned
to look upon that vision of absolute loveliness. The gorgeous
model was dressed in nothing but a towel, looking like she'd
just stepped out of one of her movies. Robbie stifled a gasp.
He knew that b-movies were just male fantasies, and the sexy
hi-jinx that went on in them never went on in real life, but
as he watched her Robbie could almost imagine that they did.
Nicola stood almost as if posing, combing out her long, wet
hair. The towel was tucked just above her boobs, and came down
barely an inch below her crotch, proudly displaying Nicola's
sleek, tanned legs. Her arms, shoulders and upper chest right
down to just above her nipples were also bare, glistening with
droplets of water. The towel flapped a little as she moved,
revealing even more of her thighs. Embarrassed, Robbie turned
away, keeping his eyes firmly glued to the computer screen.
"Oooh, I'm so excited," Nicola purred. "Having fans on the
internet makes me feel like a real star."
"You are a real star," said Robbie. Nicola smiled at him.
"You're sweet," she replied.
Nicola grabbed a chair and scooted up to the desk next to
Robbie. Once again he became aware of her body so close to
him, and the intoxicating shower-fresh scent of the beautiful
Australian actress mixed with the salty tang of the Pacific
drifting through the open bay window. Her bare shoulder
pressed against his, and Robbie breathlessly realized that he
was actually touching Nicola Baron's moist, naked body.
Trying hard to seem relaxed, Robbie typed in the URL of
Rizla's site. The hotel's connection was much faster than his
own at home, and in a heart beat Robbie realized he'd made a
faux pas.
Quicker than he thought possible the screen began to fill with
nude pictures of Nicola. Robbie froze. Stupid, stupid! He
hadn't thought through what he was doing! She was sitting
right next to him! What would she think?
"Wow," said Nicola. "This is really neat!" She craned forward
to get a better view of the screen. The starlet was wide-eyed.
"Look at all those pictures of me!"
"Uh, yeah," Robbie replied. He wasn't quite sure what to say.
She was OK with this? "This is Rizla's site, probably the
biggest on the net."
"How did you find it?" Nicola asked. Robbie shrugged. "I typed
your name into a search engine and up it popped." Nicola
smiled as she watched the last few thumbnails appear. "God,
look at all those pictures!"
Indeed there was a lot. Vidcaps from Nicola's two films to
date, "Bikini Bandits" and "Bikini Stewardesses 2", and a very
steamy music video she was once in. Most, if not all of them,
showed the starlet in various states of undress. Nicola
laughed. "I didn't realize I spent so much of those movies
naked!"
Robbie felt something like a python uncurling in his pants.
Emboldened by the revelation that Nicola was actually enjoying
this, he pushed on. "That's just the first page. There's more
on the next one." He clicked on the link and once again the
screen began to fill with dozens more images of the starlet,
this time magazine scans.
Nicola let out a laugh. "That's the spread I did for
Australian Penthouse! And that's from The Picture!" Smiling
she shook her head. "Those were the first ever nude pictures I
posed for. God, I look so stiff! I guess back then I just
couldn't relax in front of the camera, huh?"
Robbie felt faint. It was hardly surprising, as all the blood
in his body was draining in opposite directions: to his
blushing face and his throbbing dick. He had pored over those
images so many times, pictures of the nude Australian starlet
smiling out at him from his own computer, but he never
imagined one day he'd be sitting next to her, showing her
those very pictures. Not only that, but she was wearing little
more now that she did in the photographs.
Nicola suddenly leaned across in front of him, taking control
of the mouse herself. Her delicate hand brushed across
Robbie's thigh, and his dick twitched violently. His face was
almost purple with embarrassment. Nicola seemed oblivious to
his state of anxiety and arousal, engrossed as she was in
surfing through Rizla's gallery of nude pictures of herself.
"I can't believe he dug this stuff up!" Nicola enthused. She
was clicking through some of the really rare stuff in Rizla's
collection- caps of Nicola stripping on some cable TV show, a
black and white scan from an English newspaper showing Nicola
dancing topless in a bar, paparazzi shots of Nicola strolling
topless along a beach, publicity stills from a carwash of
Nicola in a wet t-shirt, a grainy photo of someone who may or
may not be Nicola standing naked in a carpark, and the
infamous pictures of Nicola caught in flagrante delicto with
Kristi Ducati backstage at the Woodys.
Robbie glanced at Nicola. She had leaned so far across him
that her towel was slowly slipping away from her body, and she
either didn't notice or didn't care about her exposure.
Robbie's eyes were glued to Nicola's bare upper chest, more
and more or which was gradually being exposed. Her smooth,
tanned flesh, rippling slightly as she breathed, was just
soooo inviting. Robbie's gaze roamed further down her body and
his eyes fell about the most arousing sight of his life. Not
only was the entire top half of Nicola's left bosom completely
bare, but a little brown nipple, slightly erect, had slipped
out and was peeking at Robbie over the top of the towel.
He gave a gasp and leapt to his feet.
"Is something wrong?" Nicola asked. Keeping his back turned to
hide his erection, Robbie hastily replied, "No, I just
remembered I have something to do." With that, he dashed out.
Later, on his way home from his shift at the hotel, Robbie was
unable to get the imagine of Nicola's open towel from his
mind. Was she coming on to him? In all the time he'd worked at
the Paradise Beach Hotel, no guest had ever come on to him. It
was pretty unlikely that when someone finally did, she just
happened to be the girl of Robbie's dreams.
So it was all just innocent? Which meant that Robbie had
better keep his hands to himself. If he mistook her actions
for a pass, and tried to respond when she wasn't really
interested at all, she could file a complaint with Mr.
Hardwicke! Then Robbie would be fired.
It didn't really matter anyway, thought Robbie. He probably
wasn't going to see much of Nicola again anyway. Little did
Robbie know he was about to see a whole lot more of the
gorgeous starlet.
The next day Robbie was again skulking in the breakroom,
hoping to keep away from the frat boys. Tonight was their
party and Robbie knew perfectly well he wouldn't be able to
get any girls to attend. He also resigned himself to the fact
that Nicola would probably spend the rest of her holiday
lazing on the beach, or out on the town, and if he was lucky
he might see her again when she checked out.
Suddenly, from the direction of reception, came the sound of
voices raised in argument. Although he couldn't hear exactly
what was being said, Robbie instantly recognised the two
voices. The first was the nasally whine of his boss, Mr.
Hardwicke. The second was the unmistakably sexy voice of
Nicola. Robbie went out into the corridor to see what the
commotion was.
Robbie's eyes opened in shock at what he saw. The lobby was
pretty empty, as was normal at this time of the day. Nicola
and Mr. Hardwicke were the only people at reception, arguing.
Nicola's choice of daytime attire instantly grabbed Robbie's
attention. The beautiful young starlet was wearing nothing but
a thong. Her exquisite boobs were completely bare for anyone
to see, although at that moment the only people who did see
them was Robbie and Mr. Hardwicke, and for some reason he was
having a problem with them.
Nicola's tits were as beautiful in person as they were on
screen. They stood, firm and proud on her chest, evenly tanned
to a golden brown. Robbie's eyes travelled hungrily over
Nicola's entire body. Apart from the bikini-bottoms, Nicola
had a tote bag tossed over one bare shoulder, and she wore
that peculiar set of footwear Australians call thongs (and
looking at her now, Robbie did see the similarity between the
rubber shoe gripping her toes and the thin strip of material
that disappeared between her ass cheeks). Otherwise the
starlet was completely naked, and standing not ten feet away
from him. Robbie's cock leapt to attention.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Baron," Mr. Hardwicke was saying, "I don't
know how you do things in Australia, but here at the Paradise
Beach Hotel there is most definitely no topless bathing in the
hotel pool!"
"Why?" Nicola demanded. "I mean, what is the problem? They're
just breasts!" She pointed at her bare boobs. "Do you really
see anything wrong with these?"
Mr. Hardwicke blanched and tried to keep his eyes away from
her chest. "This is a family hotel, and we request that the
guests remained fully clothed at all times."
"But I have to sunbathe nude!" Nicola protested. "I'm a
professional model and actress. If I get out in the sun with a
bathing suit on, it'll leave unsightly tan lines on my body.
Look, I'm wearing a thong. I promise I'll keep my pussy
covered at all times."
Robbie was still staring at Nicola's tits when Mr. Hardwicke
spotted him. "Roberto! Could you please explain to Ms. Baron
why she must keep her clothes on for the duration of her stay
with us."
Robbie swallowed, and scooted behind the reception desk so
Nicola wouldn't see his erection. The gorgeous brunette
batted her eyelashes at him. "Robbie, you don't mind me showing
my tits, do you?"
Robbie's cheeks bloomed red. He tried desperately to look her
in the eye and not let his gaze drift down to her chest. "I'm
sorry, Ms. Kni-, er, Baron. It's hotel policy." Robbie's heart
(and dick) was near to bursting at the crestfallen look that
crossed her beautiful face.
Mr. Hardwicke gave the topless starlet a haughty look. "I hope
this matter is now settled. Good day, Ms. Baron." With that,
he stalked off.
Robbie hardly noticed, he was still staring at Nicola's
luscious bare breasts. "Oh Robbie," she sighed, "I was really
looking forward to catching some rays. As you know, my all-
over tan is my trademark."
Suddenly, inspiration hit Robbie. He'd occasionally heard the
guests mention a nude beach, only used by tourists, just a few
miles down the coast.
"I think I know somewhere you can go and sunbathe. I'm just
about to finish my shift, if you like I can take you down
there."
"Oh, thank-you, Robbie," Nicola gushed. Robbie smiled to
himself, pleased that once again he'd been able to do
something nice for the gorgeous starlet.
Robbie rushed back to his locker to get changed. When he came
back to the lobby, Nicola flashed him a warm smile. That was
not all she flashed him- she was still topless.
Robbie licked his lips. He looked hungrily on those soft pink
nipples, wanting nothing more than to suck on those titties.
Nicola didn't seem to notice him staring at her boobs. As they
exited through the front door, Robbie said to her, "Um, don't
you think it would be a good idea to..."
"Huh?" Nicola asked. At last she caught his gaze and looked
down at her own bare breasts. "Opps!" she laughed. "Better
cover my boobs." Robbie blushed. Nicola fished a cropped t-
shirt from her bag and slipped it over her head. "I spend so
much time working naked that I kinda forget to wear clothes
sometimes," she explained. The t-shirt barely covered her
breasts, exposing the bottom swell of each boob. "Am I decent
now?" Nicola asked with a teasing smile. She did a spin,
showing off her body to Robbie from every angle. The shirt did
nothing to stop Robbie from gawking at her chest, but at least
it would keep the policia happy.
As they drove along, Robbie had never felt more happy in his
entire life. They chatted, Nicola wanting to know everything
about him. He told her that he had lived his whole life in
this tourist town, and was working at the hotel to make enough
money to go to college in California next year. Robbie
realized that they had quite a bit in common. It was only
about 6 months ago that Nicola had left her home in Melbourne
to go to America to be a star. Robbie was alittle in awe of
her. Although only a year older than him, she seemed so wise
and sophisticated.
Robbie pulled into a small parking lot hidden behind the sand
dunes. This looked like the place he'd heard about, a
discreet, out-of-the-way beach where naturists could bare the
elements in peace. As they got out of the car, Robbie could
see only a few other cars parked, a sure sign of how quiet the
beach was. A small track led down toward the sea shore.
"Mmm, love that sea air," said Nicola. She threw her arms wide
and inhaled deeply the refreshing aroma of the Pacific Ocean.
The minuscule t-shirt rode high on her chest, and as Robbie
watched, both her nipples briefly slipped out, only to pop
back under as she lowered her arms.
They didn't stay covered for long. Robbie felt like he was
watching a scene from one of her movies. In one graceful move,
Nicola grasped the bottom hem of her t-shirt and pulled it
over her head. She used that cross-arm motion that Robbie
thought no-one ever used in real life. Seeing Nicola bare her
boobs so casually in public had an instant effect on Robbie,
and one more his trouser snake was rustling into life. Nicola
was stripping right before, almost as if he wasn't there. But
that wasn't all.
Nicola tossed the shirt into Robbie's car, and slipped her
thumbs into the waist band of her thong. Slowly, almost
teasingly, Nicola tugged the garment over her bottom, down her
thighs, and onto the sand. Gracefully, she lifted her ankle
and plucked the piece of swimwear, casting it in with the
discarded shirt.
Completely nude, Nicola turned to Robbie and smiled at him. He
gaped in wonder at her. Just as in her movies, Nicola was
covered from head to foot in a golden, all-over tan. Her muff
was a thin, neat stripe of chestnut colored hair riding on her
crotch. Robbie had, of course, seen Nicola naked many, many
times, but to see her standing before him barefoot in the
sand- hands on her shapely hips, leg slightly forward in a
model's pose, the wind playing in her hair- was almost too
much for him. He turned beet red.
The naked starlet bent over and retrieved her tote bag from
the car. She stood up straight, pushing her breasts out toward
Robbie, and gave an elegant flick of her head sending her
brunette mane over her shoulder. Nicola smiled at Robbie as if
she stripped off in front of horny young bellboys everyday.
"Ah, chulita," Robbie breathed.
"Chulita?"
"It means 'cutie'."
Now it was her turn to blush. "You wanna come join me? I could
do with someone to rub suntan lotion on my back."
Desire tore at Robbie. He wanted to pull the gorgeous starlet
to him and kiss her passionately, making love to the naked
beauty then and there on the sand.
But he hesitated. His dick was screaming at him to go with
her, but his head was thinking something else. Nicola was his
dream girl, the object of his affections (and the subject of a
more than a few moments of self-abuse), but that had almost
been a different woman. That was the Nicola who had her
clothes stolen in the New Mexico desert and had to dance naked
at a local bar to earn enough money to get to Spring Break in
"Bikini Bandits", and the Nicola who had helped save Bikini
Airways from going under giving lap dances to passengers in
"Bikini Stewardesses 2". The woman in front of him was the
charming Nicola he had just spent an hour getting to really
know.
More importantly, she was a guest. Robbie might be far from
Mr. Hardwicke's reach out here, but if he ever found out that
Robbie had had sex with a guest, he'd be fired in an instant.
So Robbie swallowed, told his dick to shut up, and politely
declined, offering instead to wait here and drive her back
when she was ready. "OK," Nicola replied with a shrug. Robbie
tried to read her expression. Was she sad she had been
rebuffed? Or indifferent to a casual request that was turned
down? Robbie couldn't tell, because the gorgeous starlet
turned away from him and with her cute bottom wiggling with
every step, she made her way down to the beach alone.
Robbie was alone with his thoughts. He stretched out on the
hood of his car, letting the warm sunshine soak into his body.
He may not be able to bring himself to accompany Nicola in
real life, but he was free to pursue her in the privacy of his
own mind. He closed his eyes and smiled.
In his imagination, Robbie followed Nicola down onto the
beach. He laid out a towel on the sand, and she stretched out
face down on it with an inviting wiggle of her bottom. That
was all the invitation Robbie needed.
A bottle of suntan lotion appeared in his hand. He squeezed a
great blob of the stuff in the small of her back. Nicola
giggled as the cold liquid hit her skin. Robbie's hands began
to work it into her skin, moving in lazy circles across the
smooth, bare flesh of her lower back, moving down to the
inviting hills of her bare buttocks, and then up to the
shoulders, and the sides of her body, his roaming hands
skimming close to her boobs.
With a toss of her hair, the imaginary Nicola rolled over.
Every inch of her bare body was laid out before Robbie's
hungry gaze, as Nicola waited for him to squirt more suntan
lotion onto her.
In his mind, Robbie began with her breasts, those beautiful
boobs that Robbie had lusted over for so long. He trickled a
line of lotion back and forth between them, with Nicola
tossing her head back and purring.
Robbie put the bottle aside. Nicola's boobs were coated in
milky-white suntan lotion, dripping off her nipples. With a
grin, Robbie imagined stretching out his hands and gently
caressing the starlet's quivering bosom, playfully squeezing
each mound and watching with delight as her nipples sprung to
attention.
"Way to pitch a tent, dude."
Startled, Robbie opened his eyes and looked around. The
sniggering voice belonged to Brad, who, along with Chad and
Rad now had him surrounded. Robbie sat up on the hood of his
car, trying to hide his erection. He was more than a little
horrified to see them here, but he guessed they might've heard
about the nude beach too and had come to 'scope out some
babes'.
"Hi, guys," said Robbie. He tried to sound casual, but in fact
he was terrified. The trio had him surrounded, and by the
looks of things they weren't friendly. He was right.
Brad advanced on Robbie, his blue eyes glowering at him.
"Ain't seen you around the hotel today. Thought maybe you were
avoiding us."
"N-no, just been busy, that's all."
"Well, the party's tonight in our suite, 8 o'clock sharp. You
better be there, twerp, and you better have some entertainment
with you, or else Rad here is going to pound you into the
floor."
"Yeah!" added Chad.
Robbie swallowed. He looked over at Rad, who was cheerfully
cracking his knuckles. A faltering smile crossed the young
bellboy's frightened face. "Sure thing guys. 8 o'clock. No
worries."
"See that you do," replied Brad, and jabbed him in the chest.
The three then jumped into their rented jeep, and with a
squeal of tires and a blare of music, they tore off onto the
road.
Nicola returned from the beach sometime later, her naked body
a glorious bronze color. Robbie was sitting in the car looking
more than a little depressed. Nicola retrieved her t-shirt and
thong and slipped them back on.
"Why so glum?" she asked.
Robbie turned to her. Should he tell her? They'd shared so
much on the trip out here. He was worried what she might think
of him, but he had no-one else to share his predicament with.
So Robbie told her the story, how he checked the frat boys
into the hotel, had made a stupid boast about getting a
stripper for their party, and now was in danger of getting
beaten senseless by Rad.
Nicola smiled at him. "Oh, Robbie." She put an arm around the
young man and hugged him close against her. Such was Robbie's
dismay at his impending doom that he barely registered the
physical contact with the adorable Aussie.
"What I am going to do?" Robbie wailed. A sly smile slid
across Nicola's pretty face. "I think I know how to get you
out of this mess."
"How?"
"Oh, you just leave it to me. Trust me. Be at the boys's suite
tonight at 8."
Robbie drove Nicola back to the hotel. He perked up
considerably, now that Nicola had a plan to take care of
things, even though whenever he asked her what it was she just
smirked and told him to wait and see. But back at his own
home, Robbie began to worry.
He was still worrying when he showed up outside the boys's
suite at 8 o'clock that night. He stood outside the door
wringing his hands. Nicola hadn't showed up yet.
Robbie was just thinking of making a run for it when the door
opened. Brad was not pleased to see him alone. Before Robbie
could move, the burly frat boy grabbed him by the scruff of
his neck and dragged him into the suite.
Robbie was now in big trouble. He was surrounded by four of
the biggest guys he had ever seen: Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad.
The room was set up for a party, with a table crammed with
every alcoholic beverage know to man in one corner. The boys
had already been drinking and were in a mean mood.
"OK, bellboy, I want you to meet the guy you're letting down
tonight. Tad?"
Tad didn't look too happy he was going to be spending his
birthday party womanless. "You got some explaining to do," he
growled. "Yeah," added Chad.
"Well, the thing is..." Robbie tried to say, but Brad cut him
off. "Save the lies. Rad, pound this lying little turd."
The big oaf raised his fist. Robbie squeezed his eyes shut.
But before the pounding could commence, there was a knock at
the door.
"Room service!" called out a voice. Robbie knew that voice.
That perky, sexy Australian accent could only be one girl.
"We didn't order any room service," said a puzzled Brad. He
pulled open the door, and all five pairs of eyes turned to
look at the fantasy that came sauntering in on black
stilettos.
It was Nicola. She was wearing a maid's outfit and pushing a
trolley, upon which sat a boom box, a bucket of champagne, and
even more bottles of booze. As she entered with an exaggerated
wiggle of her hips, Nicola gave the boys a saucy smirk.
Robbie stared, open mouthed. It was definitely not the uniform
of any maid that worked at the Paradise Beach Hotel. The
neckline plunged down her front, her impressive cleavage
perilously close to bursting out of the tight garment. The
skirt was very short and gauzy, it rode so high on her hips
that every step Nicola took flashed her audience the black
garters and stockings she wore underneath. The outfit was
finished off with a lacey white apron around her waist and a
white cap perched on her head.
"Hi boys," Nicola greeted the guests. "Time to start this
party with a bang." The frat boys, who had also been staring
at Nicola at silent wonderment, broke out cheering. Nicola hit
play on the boom-box, and the room became filled with a
thumping beat. Robbie didn't recognise the song, but its
sensuous deep rhythms were just right for stripping.
"Who the hell do you think you are" the lyrics boomed. Nicola
closed her eyes, surrendering her lithe body to the music. She
began to dance, undulating sensuously around the room.
"I mean you know it
"You show it
"And you give it all away.
"You know it
"You show it
"And you give it all away."
Nicola placed one leg on a chair and gyrated her crotch inches
away from Tad's shining eyes.
"Alright, dude, you came through for us!" smiled Brad, and
gave Robbie a friendly pat on the back that sent him
staggering.
"But, dude, she's Australian, not Mexican," said Tad, whose
wide-eyed grin showed no disappointment whatsoever. Brad shook
his head. "Dude, who cares!"
Chad added a very excited "Yeah!"
The frat boys all grabbed a chair and formed a circle around
Nicola. Only Robbie remained standing, excluded from the
group. Nicola danced around the circle of hollering boys,
slipping between their open legs and tantalisingly rubbing her
ass against their crotches, then flitting away as groping
hands descended on her body.
Laughing, teasing, light as air, Nicola gave each of the boys
a lap dance. She untied the apron, draping it over Tad's
chair. Finally, she came to the center of the room. She gave
Robbie a wink. Her delicate hands reach down to the skirt,
finding the zipper that held it in place.
"What you think, boys, shall I?" she asked. They gave a
drunken roar in reply. Smiling, she obliged their request,
sliding the skirt past her waist, and letting it fall in a
puddle at her shoes.
The boys cheered. Nicola wasn't wearing any panties. The black
garters formed a charming frame around her light brown, neatly
trimmed muff. Nicola turned slowly, letting them view her from
all sides. She bent over at the waist, pushing her bottom into
the air. Robbie could glimpse her nether lips glistening
between her legs. Hands reached out for that very tempting
rump, but Nicola quickly straightened up. "Naughty naughty!"
she smirked. "All in good time."
Nicola crossed her arms across her chest and grasped the
blouse by the hem. She raised her arms, and in a single motion
pulled the garment off, baring her impressive tits to her
appreciative audience. Robbie had seen her do that particular
manoeuvre in her movies before, and was surprised to witness
it in 'real life'.
Breasts jiggling wildly as she danced, Nicola retrieved the
apron and tied it back around her waist. Although it covered
her crotch, Robbie admitted she looked very fetching in her
travesty of a maid's outfit.
Nicola continued to wiggle her away around the circle, lap
dancing for the boys. As the song came to an end, Nicola stood
naked in the midst of the boys. She smiled at them.
"First, there's the matter of the bill..." she said. Brad
pulled out his wallet and handed over a credit card. "I hope
plastic is OK?"
Nicola took a good look at it and smiled. "Perfect," she
murmured. Placing it aside, Nicola perched her naked bottom on
Tad's lap. His eager hands encircled her waist, his fingers
tickling her bare boobs.
Grinning, the Aussie starlet asked him, "So you're the
birthday boy?"
"I sure am!" Tad replied. Nicola's hands found his crotch and
she let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise.
"My! Such a big boy."
Lascivious laughter greeted her announcement.
"I trust you don't mind sharing your birthday present with
your mates here?"
The boys leapt to their feet, whooping with joy. Smirking,
Nicola led them into the bedroom. Robbie hung back, watching.
Through the open door, he saw Nicola lie down on the bed, as
Brad, Chad, Rad and Tad struggled to rip off their own
clothes.
Tad was first. He jumped up on the bed. Nicola obligingly
spread her legs as wide as possible, exposing her swollen
pussy to the frat boy. Tad needed no other invitation. He
mounted Nicola with passion, the starlet gasping as he entered
her. Grinning like an idiot Tad began to fuck her, the others
shouting encouragement.
Robbie couldn't watch anymore. He'd wanted to be one of these
guys. Now he just wanted to get away. He knew he couldn't
leave Nicola alone with them, so he grabbed a can of beer, sat
himself in the corner, and tried to ignore the gasps of
pleasure coming from the bedroom.
Robbie awoke with a start. He must've been dozing. There were
no sounds from the bedroom, but he could hear the shower
running. A peek inside the room revealed the four frat boys
sound asleep.
"Oh, you're awake?"
Robbie turned, and was greeted by the sight of Nicola emerging
damp and naked from the shower. She smiled at him as she dried
off with a towel. It was just like yesterday when he brought
up the computer, only this time she made no attempt to cover
her charms. Robbie's eyes were glued to her bare boobs, as
they jiggled with Nicola's efforts to briskly dry herself. As
before, Nicola didn't seem to mind- or notice- Robbie's roving
gaze.
"Ms. Knickers! What happened to them? Are they OK?"
Nicola smirked. "They'll be fine, after a few hours rest. They
just couldn't handle a real woman in the sack."
Robbie gaped. The starlet had taken on four lust-crazed
American jocks in erotic combat, and left them out cold while
she seemed fresh as a daisy! And all for his benefit.
"I don't know how to thank you," Robbie stammered. Nicola's
beautiful blue eyes gazed into his own. She put her arms
around him, drawing him close. The towel fell forgotten to the
floor, and Robbie found his body achingly close to the nude
starlet.
"That's OK, Robbie, it was my pleasure. You're a nice guy, we
can't have you getting smacked around by those four
dickheads."
Robbie gulped. He was painfully aware of his erection,
straining in his pants and rubbing against Nicola's bare thigh
like a horny dog. Robbie wondered if this was the moment to
act, the moment to take her in his arms and kiss her, and then
make sweet love to her on the carpet.
But it was not to be. Business-like, Nicola bent down
(bringing her head deliciously close to Robbie's throbbing
dick!) and picked up the towel. Wrapping it around her body,
she retrieved Brad's credit card.
"Check out the name." Robbie took it from her. The card was
indeed issued to one Bradley Bradley, but Bradley Bradley
Senior- Brad's father!
"Looks like junior and his mates came down here on daddy's
credit card, and I'll bet without him knowing. When they check
out tomorrow, you should get management to pull them up on it.
Brad Senior will give him such a bollocking he won't be down
to Acapulco to bother you for a long time."
A broad grin crossed Robbie's face. Brad and his thugs had
been hanging over his head for days. Now, thanks to this
chulita with a bottomless capacity for sex, his worries were
over. Robbie owed her big time for this, and he knew it.
"I'm going to log a problem with the plumbing in your room.
That way when you leave the hotel with pick up the bill."
"Oh, Robbie, that's so sweet!" Nicola pulled out a light
summer dress from under the cart she had pushed in early.
Tossing the towel aside, the starlet slipped the cotton
garment over her naked body.
"Well, I better go get my beauty sleep," she joked. "I'm
checking out tomorrow morning."
Robbie nodded. "Well, Ms. Knickers, I guess this is adios
then."
Nicola reached out to him, her delicate hands caressing the
front of his uniform. "Robbie, would you come up to my room,
at 7 o'clock, before I leave? I'd really like to see you
before I go."
Robbie smiled. "It would be my pleasure."
Robbie didn't sleep much that night. His mind was wildly
extrapolating scenarios for when he would be alone with Nicola
in her hotel room. But somehow he knew they were all just
fantasies. As he finally dropped off, he reconciled himself to
her just giving him a tip and that was all.
But still, some part of Robbie held out hope for something
more (and guess which part?).
Seven o'clock sharp Robbie rapped smartly on Nicola's door.
Robbie had a smile on his face and was humming the theme from
"Bikini Stewardesses 2", for he was in a good mood. He'd just
learned that as the frat boys tried to check out fifteen
minutes ago, Mr. Hardwicke had taken a closer look at Brad's
credit card. He had not been pleased. Now the boys where being
held at the hotel while their parents were being informed of
the situation.
As Robbie knocked on the door, Nicola's voice called from
within. "Robbie, is that you?"
"Si, Ms. Knickers."
"Could you come in please."
Robbie opened the door and walked into Nicola's room. To his
surprise she was sitting on the bed, wearing a light blue
satin robe that came down to her thighs and left her long,
tanned legs bare. The morning sunlight streamed through the
windows, casting a golden halo around her chestnut colored
hair.
Nicola sat with her ankles crossed, leaning backwards and
supporting herself on her hands, a pose that thrust her chest
forward. The robe was open a little, offering mouth-watering
glimpses of her bare cleavage.
As he entered, Nicola gave him a sweet smile. She beckoned him
over. Robbie, his heart thumping in his chest, complied. He
stood before her, his eyes darting down from Nicola's face to
her oh-so-inviting crotch.
"Robbie, you want to fuck me, don't you?" Nicola breathed.
Robbie's face burned red. He nodded. He wanted to fuck Nicola,
not just Nicola the starlet he lusted after, but Nicola the
sweet girl who had checked into his hotel.
She reached up and unzipped his pants. Robbie pulled off his
shirt. He no longer cared about Mr. Hardwicke and his job. All
he wanted was the sweet smelling Australian girl who has
tugging down his underpants.
Robbie's prick, stiff and ready, sprang to attention before
Nicola's beautiful blue eyes. Her cool hands caressed his
tool, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the bellboy.
Nicola reached down and slowly tugged at the string that held
her robe together. It fell apart, revealing to Robbie once
again her fulsome breasts, smooth tanned stomach, and
quivering pussy.
Nicola leaned back on the bed, Robbie climbing on top of her.
Their hands found each other's bodies, caressing, the
Australian girl exploring the dark skin of her Latin lover.
Robbie's hands finally found what he had been looking at all
week, and roamed across those heavenly boobs. How many times
had he seen those tits on screen and dreamt about them? Now
they were his. He cupped them, feeling Nicola's dark nipples
tauten under his touch.
Robbie mounted Nicola, the starlet letting out a gasp as his
cock entered her engorged pussy. Then her blue eyes met her
brown and they began to fuck.
It started out a slow, leisurely fuck, the lovers taking their
time, Robbie's hips gently grinding against Nicola's. A smile
danced on her lips as Robbie went to work, gradually picking
up the pace.
Soon their coupling had a vigorous pace. Robbie grunted with
effort. Nicola let out squeaks of delight. Obscene slurps
emanated from their conjoined crotches as Robbie's dick pumped
in and out.
Nicola wrapped her shapely legs around Robbie's waist, urging
him to penetrate deep inside her. The Mexican heat caused
sweat to cascade down their rutting bodies, pooling on
Nicola's glistening abdomen.
They continued to fuck for hours, Robbie relentlessly pounding
away at Nicola. Finally, the young bellboy let out a gasp, and
emptied his balls into the willing starlet. Nicola let out a
contented moan, pulling him to her.
They laid together in each other's arms for a while longer,
before Nicola whispered that she had to get a move on. Robbie,
contented, just nodded.
Robbie had done what every man wants, met the girl of his
dreams and made love to her. But it wasn't just Nicola
'Knickers' Baron, nude model and B-movie starlet that he
fucked in that hotel room.
Robbie found himself thinking, if Nicola had turned out to be
a complete bitch, yet they had still ended up in bed together,
he would not have enjoyed it so much.
He realized that the woman he had just made love to was more
than some character in a sexy b-movie. She had depth. She was
real. Nicola Baron was a real person.
And at the end of the day, that is what had made it so special
for Robbie.
END.
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Filename: ImmodestProposal.txt
Title: An Immodest Proposal
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: FF exhib mc? rape?
Summary: A debt is repaid, and a model finds a new direction in her career.
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and
rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-
minded, but the decency laws in most states would
require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if
you're offended by adult themes, you should probably
leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women presented
as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as
they are only fictional characters. I urge readers,
especially young males, to not regard real women in this
way.
This work is 2009 the author. Permission is granted
to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.
It may not be posted to any website or included in any
archive without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The
situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any
similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure
coincidence.
An Immodest Proposal (FF exhib mc? rape?)
The moment she saw him waft in through the door,
Margie knew it wasn't going to be an ordinary day.
It was after 11. The office was busy, as always. Trevino
Talent was the largest agency in Melbourne. The fourth
floor of the Herald Building was buzzing with activity,
phones ringing, people rushing to and fro, heated
arguments and racous laughter as the entertainment
industry rushed to churn out the constant stream of
music and images our culture craves.
And yet, the moment Margie saw him enter, smiling
that ever-so-slight enigmatic smile of his, it seemed as if
it all stopped. Just for a moment, the whole world
ground to a halt. For all she knew, it really did.
He strode toward her, ignoring the tumult of activity
all around them, ignoring the slightly open-mouth gape
of astonishment she gave him, even ignoring the big
MARGIE TREVINO - MANAGING DIRECTOR
sign engraved in crystal on the door of her private office.
"Hello Margie," he murmured, softly, in that damned
Manhattan accent of his.
"What are you doing here?" Margie finally managed to
speak.
He grinned. "Time to pay the piper."
************
Margie always kept a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black
Label stashed in her desk. There was always gossip
about the licentious appetites of those in the talent biz,
and in Margie's case they were pretty much untrue.
However, there are always moments when a girl needs a
good stiff drink.
"Easy," he said, as she downed the second glass in a gulp.
"It ain't even lunch time yet."
She paused, glass poised midway to her lips, watching
him warily, out of the corner of her eye, as a bird
watches a cat.
"Last I heard you were based in LA."
"Still am. I've come down here to pay a visit, and see if
I can't find some new and exciting talent."
Margie made the connection instantly. "Oh no, you're
not going to-"
"You owe me," he cut her off sternly. For a moment his
friendly American charm vanished.
It was true, she did owe him. Owed him everything. Her
career, her own agency... if it hadn't've been for her
handsome, mysterious American friend, Margie would
never have been able to create her own little empire.
A sullen silence settled over Margie's office. Finally, he
consented to sip the drink she had given him before
knocking back a couple of her own.
Margie always knew he'd come and collect on the debt
someday. Or maybe she'd forgotten about it. New York
had been so long ago and so far away. Back in her
native Melbourne, Australia, Margie had grown older
and wiser.
"I'm looking for someone new. Young, gorgeous.
Australian. Sexy foreign accents are very in in
Hollywood right now. A hot Aussie babe with just the
right attitude."
"I can't," Margie murmured. "I know what kind of
career she'd have."
"It would be fun, I promise. First rule of being one of
my clients: you gotta enjoy yourself."
Margie shook her head. Reluctantly, she placed her
empty glass back on her desk.
Undettered, he tried a different tack.
"I, ah, heard about Cathie."
Cathie. Even after a year her name still had the power to
squeeze Margie's heart like a vice. She tryed to shrug it
off. "Yeah, well... yknow how it goes in this business."
Well, he probably didn't, he wasn't normal.
"Bad break?"
Margie nodded. Cathie had been more than her
girlfriend, more than her lover, she'd been a sizeable
chunk of her personal reality. When she'd stormed out,
gone to take the job in London... the words "bad break"
didn't come close to describing the pain Margie had felt.
Still felt.
"I'm sure that whoever I choose to come back to LA
with me would be very grateful to you for everything
you've done. I'd bet that lucky girl would be very
willing to make her departure very memorable for both
of you."
Margie's eyes flashed in anger. He was bribing her with
sex?! Sure, it had been a long time since Margie had felt
the gentle caress of a lover's hands across her body. But
she was like a mother to her girls. They were more than
clients. And no matter what, Margie had always been
careful to keep it strictly business.
But was there any point in arguing with him? He held
all the cards, and they were probably marked as well.
"Alright," Margie said. "I'll get you what you want. But
you don't have to go that far. I've never taken
advantage of my girls and I'm not about to start now."
He smiled. Beamed. He always got his way.
************
They repaired to Conference Room 3. Margie ordered a
mocca and they sat with the agency's books splashed out
across the table. There were strict instructions not to
disturb the boss.
He flicked through the pages, pausing on each one with
lips pursed. He was the eternal connisseuer of
femininity. His requirements were, no younger than 19,
no older then 22. Tall, slim, and a decent sized bust.
That was the only criteria he gave to Margie, although
she guessed he was looking for something more,
something not normally stated on a talent card.
His eyes eagerly devoured each headshot, assessing the
vital qualities of each girl. Blonde, brunette, readhead.
Black, white, asian. He looked at them all. Trevino was
a big agency, and Margie had collected many clients,
but despite the range she'd met them all, knew all of
them on a personal level, and each and every time he
paused to closely examin a candidate, Margie felt a
twinge of guilt over who she was throwing to the lions.
Abrupty he stopped and glared at her. "It's not like
that," he rebuked her, as if reading Margie's mind. Hell,
for all she knew, he could read her mind. But Margie
had repped enough TV psychics to know that an eye for
detail and a keen sense of human nature were all it
really took.
"What kind of work exactly can she expect?" Margie
shot back.
"Glamour modelling," he replied, industry code for
nudity. "Softcore direct-to-video movies. All above
board. No porn, at least, not hardcore. And I can assure
you that whoever the lucky girl is, she will enjoy it."
"Yeah? How do you know that?"
"Because it's one of the qualities that I'm looking for."
Margie sniffed. He was describing some kind of slut.
There were none of them on Trevino's books. All good
girls. Sure, some of them modelled for the men's
magazines. People, Picture, Penthouse, Playboy. But
Margie worked hard to make sure that it was all kept
clean and legitimate. Just because a girl takes her
clothes off for a living didn't make her a whore. Margie
had a certain distaste for that kind of work (and she
liked to think it wasn't just because she was a lesbian),
but, as Cathie had always argued, it didn't make good
business sense to cut out such a large part of the market.
"Hmmm..." he murmured. Margie leaned over to see
who it was had caught his keen eye.
"Nicola Baron?" Sure, she was ravishingly beautiful,
but not exactly what Margie would think he was after.
"Nicola doesn't do nude. Some lingerie, but that's it."
Margie almost laughed, she'd always imagined him as
infallible and all-knowing. That he would think Nicola
Baron was a suitable candidate for the kind of career he
was planning was absurd.
But he was right about how stunning Nicola was.
Margie had first met Nicola when she was 17, and had
been instantly struck by her special kind of beauty, her
laid back girl-next-door charm and a sophisication
that belied her youth.
"Yes," he breathed, as if savoring Nicola's beauty
already. "She definitely has potential."
Margie buzzed on the intercom and had her assistant
bring through Nicola's portfolio.
He took his time, lingering over every picture. Nicola
had been modelling professionally since she was 15,
starting out in the dregs of Kmart catalogues. But
fashion was her forte, she possessed the grace, the poise,
the liquid elegance of a catwalk model, and by 16
Nicola's lithe figure was gliding along the runways of
fashion shows in Melbourne, Sydney and even London.
But there was more to Nicola's repoitre than that.
Swimwear, lingerie, and even a few acting classes
rounded off her talents.
Just because Nicola didn't do any nude modelling,
though, didn't mean there was nothing erotic in her
portfolio. Margie allowed her eyes to wander across a
revealing photo of Nicola wearing a silk blouse open to
reveal her breasts wrapped in a lacy Elle brassiere. The
garment bulged, attempting to keep her cleavage in
place. Nicola stared out of the picture, a slight smile
dancing on her lips, as if teasing the viewer to lean and
look closer at her scarely-concealed charms.
Another page, another picture. Nicola in a bikini,
rolling across a beach. Wet sand plastered against her
flesh, eyes closed, head thrown back as if captured at the
moment of orgasm.
"She definitely possesses a sexual quality. It's tempered
by her shyness, and that make her all the more enticing.
Yes, I'll need to meet this Nicola, in person."
Margie felt just the slightest twinge of guilt as she
replied, "I'll set it up."
************
Nicola was at a shoot that day, so the meeting wasn't
until the next day. Margie greeted the delay with a
mixture of anxiety and longing. She was nervous about
how her mysterious old friend would handle the
beautiful young Nicola, but at the same time Margie
couldn't help but wonder what the end result of this
experiment would be.
As to be expected, he was at the office early. Even
earlier than Margie. She'd known him for years, they
were old friends, but still there was something about this
strange, powerful man that made Margie
uncomfortable. Here, at Trevino Talent, she was empress
of all she surveyed, and she wasn't used to feeling this
way.
There was a small studio in the office. He'd brought a
camera to take some test shots. The atmosphere was very
professional as he checked the lights and positioned the
reflectors. And once again, he seemed to know what she
was thinking.
"Cold feet?"
Margie shook her head, but it wasn't too convincing.
He set aside the tripod and glided alongside the agent.
"You don't think this will be a great adventure for her?"
"I'm sure it'll be all good fun," Margie replied with
heavy sarcasm. He laughed. "Didn't you enjoy yourself?"
"That was different," Margie replied. "Nicola's not like
that, she's not that kind of girl."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"
"No! That's not what I mean. It's just... this isn't her."
"We'll see," he replied, grinning like a wolf.
The studio door burst open and in marched the most
breath-taking young woman you could ever hope to
meet. She was young, barely out of her teens, but still
possessing an air of maturity. She was tall, statuesque,
and carried her self with a firm confidence in her own
sexuality.
He'd been in this industry for years, but never had he
laid eyes on a model quite like this girl.
The young woman tossed her long, straight chestnut-
coloured tresses and greeted her agent with a warm
smile.
"Margie!"
The older woman greeted her warmly, exchanging an
affectionate peck on the cheek (did she know Margie
was a lesbian, he wondered. Interesting...)
She was so bright and sparkling, even the pure white
walls of the studio looked pale next to the model's
dazzling smile.
"Nicola Baron, there's someone here who wants to meet
you very much..."
As Margie introduced them, he appriased her beauty
up close. Nicola had a wonderful bosom, only a B-cup,
but on her slim figure she looked stacked. She was
dressed in a white blouse, open at the neck to reveal her
copper-toned throat and just the smallest hint of her
chest. The ensemble was rounded off with a pair of
Guess jeans, the fit snug around her hips. Nicola's
wardrobe was casual, everyday, but on her it seemed as
sexy as hell.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Baron," he smiled
warmly as he extended his hand.
"Likewise," Nicola replied, gently enveloping his hand
with her own as they shook. There was a definite
excitement to her voice, and he could feel his blood
rising at being so close to such an enchanting youg
woman.
"I represent an agency in Los Angeles, looking for a
beautiful young woman who may be interested in
relocating. Margie and I were going through Trevino's
books and your lovely face seemed to be perfect."
"Oh, thank-you," Nicola gushed. "Yes, I'd love to go and
work overseas."
They took a seat, Nicola looking ever-so-elegant as she
sat down and crossed her legs.
"The work will primarily be print modelling, to begin
with, and we'll look for suitable movie parts. But
broadly speaking you may be required to fulfil a variety
of roles in the entertainment industry."
"Sounds great!"
"First, I'd like to interview you though, get to know you
very well. Find out all the intimate details of Miss
Nicola Baron."
Margie raised an eyebrow. In this situation, if that line
had come from anyone else but him, Margie would've
guessed in an instant what was really going on. But that
kind of sleaze was not his style. Whatever else her
friend was, he was gentleman who sold fantasy but did
nothing else.
Nicola, however, just laughed. "No worries!" Was she
naive? Or perhaps something else was going on...
They began with her stats. He'd read them before, in her
card, but it was always more stimulating to hear the
lady in question spell it out.
"I just turned 20 three weeks ago. I'm 5'9", and my
measurements are 38B-24-35. I've been modelling since
I was 15. Mostly fashion, runway modelling and shows,
catalogues, but I'm also taking acting classes."
Without so much as clearing his throat, he asked,
"Have you ever posed nude?"
Nicola's didn't bat an eyelid. "No, I've done some fairly
revealing bikini and lingerie shoots, but never nude."
He continued in a similarly probing vein. "Do you have
a boyfriend right now?"
"No, I haven't really had a steady boyfriend for a while.
Just random guys I like to see every now and then."
Nicola blushed, ever so slightly, the closest thing to
discomfort she'd shown so far.
"Are you a virgin?"
Again, Nicola didn't seem to mind, or even notice, the
incredibly personal nature of his questions. "No, my first
time when I was 16. I've slept with three guys since
then."
"Do you enjoy sex?"
"Sure! I just gotta find the right guy to be with."
"And what kind of guy is that?"
Nicola shrugged her shapely shoulders. "Dunno. I can
fancy just about any man. Young, old, slim... a little
overweight even. Last bloke I slept with was 35."
He grinned. "Do you fancy me?" Nicola giggled. "Tall,
handsome stranger from America. Yeah, you're pretty
cute."
"Have you ever performed oral sex?"
"No. A couple of the guys have been down on me, but
I've never returned the favour."
Margie was slightly stunned but the brazen nature of
his inquiry, and no less stunned by the young Nicola's
nonchalant answers. Of course, knowing him, she
shouldn't be that surprised, but to see him working his
magic, right before her eyes, was breathtaking, in more
ways than one.
"Excellent, thank-you Nicola. If you don't mind, I'd
like to take some test shots now."
"Sure," Nicola replied. "Where do you want me?"
He indicated the white screen, as Margie fired up the
battery of lights. "Can you lose the shoes please?" Nicola
complied, kicking off the flats she was wearing, standing
barefoot in front of the camera.
They ran through a few poses. Nicola threw her head
back, running her fingers through her luxurious hair.
He murmured encouragement, snapping away on the
digial camera. After only a short time, he instructed
Nicola to undo the top three buttons of her blouse.
Nicola's elegant fingers nimbly unbottoned her shirt and
gave it a flick so that it opened far enough to let her
Bendon-clad breasts fall forward with an enticing
blouse.
Margie felt hot. She'd done this a thousand times, been
backstage at countless fashion shows and seen many of
her girls (including Nicola) speed-stripping off one
outfit before throwing on another, and she'd always
maintained her professional cool. But this time, Margie
could feel her body responding. She could feel herself
getting turned on by the sight of the incredibly sexy
young model stripping before the camera.
Once again, he seemed to know what she was thinking.
Without even looking in Margie's direction, he began to
talk:
"That's what our business's all about, really. Sex. Not
the actual act itself, but the appearance. Sex appeal.
Sexiness. When we say a girl is hot, we're saying we
want to fuck her. We won't, of course. But we want to,
and she, knowing that we'll never have her, wants us to
go on wanting her. And that's what we're trying to do,
capture on the film the absolute, pure look of sex. But
not the act itself."
"Yeah, I know," Nicola replied. "There are times when
I'm on a shoot and I get turned on. I dunno if it's the
situation, or if it's me, but there are moments where I
just get aroused. And my nipples are as hard as
anything. And everyone around me knows what I'm
thinking about but they don't say anything. Or the
photographer will say, 'yeah, that's great, keep doing
that,' like it's just an act, to get a great picture with my
nipples poking through a lacy bra, or whatever."
He paused in his snapping and smirked at her. "And
whatabout now? Are you aroused now, Nicola?"
She blushed, and dissolved into giggles. Her elegant
palms grazed across her boobs. "Yeah, little nipple action
going on." It made for a great shot.
"You are very sexy, Nicola. What you need is a sexy
nickname."
Nicola posed with her shoulders back, her hands on her
head, her chest thrust forward.
"I've never had a nickname before. Do I need one?"
"It would be a great asset in LA. If you have a cute
name it's more likely to stick in the head of a producer
or a director."
"Hmmm..." Nicola struck an exaggerative thoughtful
pose, her head turned upwards and to the left, her index
finger pressed into her right cheek. A flash captured this
stance on camera. "Any ideas?"
"I represent a rather busty Russian girl named Titania.
She likes to be called 'Tits'."
Nicola burst out laughing, cupping her own breasts
with her hands. "I'm glad that one's taken!"
They settled back into a business-like routine, him
reeling off instructions and Nicola obeying as more
pictures were snapped. Margie melted into the
background alittle, watching Nicola do what she did
best. It was easy to sneer at the business of modelling, to
be paid vast sums of money to stand there and have
your picture taken, but this gorgeous young girl
demonstrated why not everyone can do it. She was
enchanting, alluring, it was hard not to stare at her
beauty, and in staring at her Margie felt her heart grow
warm. Margie even found her gaze drifting down to
Nicola's bare feet, which looked stunningly erotic.
She was developing feelings for her protege (or ex-
protege, she should say). Feelings no agent should have
for her talent. Margie wanted to wrap her arms around
Nicola and smother her perfect face in kisses.
Embarassed by that sudden, licentious thought, Margie
glanced away, but moments later her gaze drifted back
to the model.
"Could you remove your jeans, please," he said softly. It
wasn't a request.
With a faint ripping sound, Nicola tugged down the
zipper. Thrusting her fingers into the waistband, Nicola
pushed the garment over her hips, down her shapely legs,
letting them slide to her feet. Deftly, Nicola kicked them
out of frame.
"Good, excellent," he murmured. The words of
encouragement were punctuated by more camera
flashes. Nicola's crisp white blouse barely covered her
white Bendon bikini briefs. Margie smiled, Nicola could
make even the homliest of lingerie brands as sexy as
hell. There was just the slightest hint of dark, betraying
the presense of her pubic hair beneath the thin veil of
material.
"Now undo all the buttons."
Again, there wasn't a mumur of protest from the model.
But, of course, this wasn't quite uncharted territory for
Nicola, who had modelled in her underwear before. As
if performing a chaste striptease, Nicola slipped open
each of the buttons. The matching bra was on display
now, the cups cut low enough to show her luscious
bosom to good effect, the fabric light enough to should
the outline of her dark nipples.
"Nice tan," he commented. "How do you keep it?"
"Regular salon sessions."
"No nude sunbathing, then?"
Again, Nicola dissolved into a fit of giggles. "No!" she
squealed through the laughter. "You're obsessed with
seeing me naked."
He shrugged. "What's wrong with seeing you naked?
You've got a beautiful body."
Nicola recovered her poise. "Thank-you," she said,
pulling the shirt sleeves down her arms and tossing the
garment aside.
The photo session continued, with Nicola posing in
nothing more than the Elle-brand lingerie she had worn
to the shoot. If she was uncomfortable showing off her
body like this, Nicola certainly didn't show it, and was
ever the professional as the camera flashed on.
Margie found herself wondering how far would it go.
Nicola had never posed nude before. Would he push her
into that so quickly?
"Excellent!" he proclaimed at last. "Thank-you, Nicola."
He smiled, the camera dangling her his hand.
"It was my pleasure," Nicola beamed, reaching for her
clothes. Margie experienced a slight tremor of regret
that Nicola wouldn't be showing any more of herself
again today.
************
Margie was on the pheriphery for the next couple of
days. She was vaguely aware of her old friend making
numerous calls back to LA, and the selection of photos
emailed across the Pacific to god-knows-who Stateside.
Meanwhile, Nicola was wrapping things up in
Melbourne as she prepared herself for the great leap into
the unknown. Only, it wasn't that unknown to Margie.
In a different decade and a different city, Margie had
lived the life Nicola was about to embark upon. And
the worst part of it was she had loved it. The sex, the
excitement, the glamour, Margie had done everything
she had warned her own little flock never to do.
And she had never regretted a moment of it, until her
mysterious former mentor had breezed back into her life
and told her to even the score.
So Margie passed the time gnawing on her guilt, until
the last night the three of them were to have dinner
together.
************
When Margie arrived, he was already there. He stood
up from the private booth and greeted her with a gentle
kiss on the cheek. Margie ran her fingers across the
smooth black lapels of his Pierre Cardin jacket.
"Very nice."
She ordered a glass of white wine. He was already
drinking, Jack Daniels (of course).
The conversation drifted back to their shared past.
Margie still had fond memories of her time in New York.
She wistfully remembered those days, living a carefree
life in a plush Upper East Side apartment, her life a blur
of parties, photoshoots and almost continual sex.
Although she had already come out, young Margie the
up-and-coming model had slid easily into the role of
sexual plaything to New York's glitterati. Men, women,
she didn't seem to care too much who fucked her, just as
long as her cravings were satisfied.
It wasn't just about having sex; it was as if Margie
became sex itself. Just to think of the luscious young
Aussie was enough to bring a shiver of delight to those
who knew her.
They laughed together, remembering the stories. The
young model had entertained rich bankers, serving as
hostess as they jetted out to California or sailed on their
private yachts down to the Carribean. Many of these
episodes had begun with Margie gorgeously packaged in
a stewardess's outfit, or if travelling by sea, she was
deliciously decked out in a revealing bikini. Not long
into the trip, the delighted men (and/or women!) would
relieve Margie of the burden of her clothes, baring her
beautiful body and leaving her a giggling mass of naked
female flesh for all to enjoy.
More than a few of these encounters had been captured
on video, and occassionally Margie worried that her
past might come back to haunt her. She recalled a very
provocative sales brochure she had posed for,
advertising an exclusive gentleman's club on St Lucia.
Margie, dressed in a skimpy t-shirt and short skirt,
smiling as she caddied two men's golf game, laughed as
she served them drinks in the bar wearing considerably
less, and finally epotimising the establishment's concept
of service, down on her knees in their private bedroom.
What would happen to her career if that suddenly
surfaced?
But it never had. Margie had done her dash, had her
fill of sex and adventure, and returned home to
Australia to launch her own agency. A nice plan, one
that had originally envisioned Catherine playing a
major role.
A discernable ripple ran through the restaurant.
Margie looked around to see Nicola making an
entrance, stunning in a black cocktail dress, the hem slit
up to her thigh and and the neckline slung low over her
smooth bosom. Everyone nearby stopped to stare at this
vision, but Nicola, smiling as if in a dream, didn't notice
them.
He stood and greeted his new protege with a chaste kiss
on the back of her hand. Margie stood as well, and to
her slight surprise Nicola flung her arms around her
and kissed her on the cheek.
"I took a taxi," Nicola explained breathlessly as they
seated themselves. "I am going to get soooo drunk
tonight!"
"Not too much," Margie chided her. "You mustn't lose
control."
"Oh come on," rumbled the very masculine American
voice. "It's a celebration."
And, being a celebration, they ordered a bottle of
Barossa Valley champagne. The three crystal glasses
gave a distinctive chime as they pinged together.
"To the future," he toasted.
"To the future," Nicola repeated.
"And the past," added Margie.
Nicola slurped at her drink. "So what happens now?"
He produced a sheaf of papers from his jacket pocket
and a gold plated fountain pen.
"First, I need to officially sign you up as a client."
It took but a moment for Nicola to scribble her
signature on the document. Margie watched, sipping her
champagne.
"I've booked you a nude photoshoot. It's a local
photographer, Philip Thee."
"Phil?" Nicola laughed. "I met him about nine months
ago at a party. He's been trying to get me to pose nude
for him ever since."
"Well, he's going to get his wish. I've booked a session
for Tuesday morning. We're going to increase the range
of your portfolio, with more of an emphasis upon your
body."
Margie frowned. "Phil Thee's got a bad reputation. My
girls don't usually pose for him."
"Well, Nicola isn't one of your girls anymore, is she?"
came the firm reply. Margie took the hint and let it drop.
"My first nude shoot!" Nicola breathed. "Oooh, I hope I
do OK. Don't want to blow my big chance at the first
hurdle."
"Don't worry," he breezed. "You're a natural in front of
the camera no matter what you're wearing. Just
remember to not be shy, and the fewer clothes you've got
on the more you flirt." Again with the wolfishly grin. "I
remember your first nude shoot." A bikini ski-trip in
Aspen, that had evolved into a bikini-less ski trip.
Margie's nipples had never been colder.
"You posed nude?" Nicola squealed. A few other diners
glanced in their direction.
"There's nothing wrong with glamour photography,"
Margie defended herself. "I just think it needs to be done
tastefully."
The waiter hovered politely. They ordered, and for a
while the conversation remained decent.
"You'll need to invest in a good bikini. And by 'good', I
mean one that doesn't cover up too much. A bikini is
not swimwear, a bikini is for showing off your tits and
ass. And you'll need to learn how to tie it correctly, so
that your boobs bounce just right whenever you move."
"Uh-huh," Nicola was making mental notes of all his
wisdom. She'd need it in Hollywood.
"Always remember to smile and make eye contact.
Always. You can have the best tits in the world, you
can be completely naked, but unless you're smiling and
enjoying yourself it's not completely sexy."
"Flirt alot. Men love that. Laugh and make physical
contact, yknow, like a light brush of his arm. Always be
aware of your own body, how you're moving, what
you're wearing (or not wearing). Make sexy small talk.
American guys are going to love your accent, play it
up."
"Don't be shy to show off your body. If men are staring
at your cleavage, it's a good sign. With your warbrobe,
don't think about what you're covering up, think about
what you're showing off. Leg. Thigh. A hint of nipple."
The waiter returned with their mains. As he placed
Nicola's scallops before you, she caught him peeking
down her dress, getting an eyeful of her spectacular tits.
"Thank-you," she purred, pushing out her chest for his
benefit. He blushed and bustled away. Nicola giggled at
her first taste of the power she was destinied to have in
Hollywood.
"Have you given any more thought to your nickname?"
he asked, as a sliver of calamari disappeared between
several thousand US dollars worth of dentristy.
Nicola schrunched up her face (looking adorable). "I
haven't been able to think of anything. I wish 'Tits' was
still free."
"Other girls in Hollywood go by Angel, Dizzy, Jugs,
Pussy, Perky, Kitten..."
"Did you have one?" Nicola asked Margie. She nodded.
"Most of my clients knew me as Muffy." In moments of
intimacy, she'd loved it when Cathie had called her that,
although her lover never knew the full story why.
Nicola shook her head. "I'll have to think on that one."
"Don't think too long. Within a day of you getting off
the plane in LA I'll have you at an audition. You'll
need to be as sexy as possible when the casting director
meets you."
Nicola battered her eyelashes coyly. "I'm sure he'll find
me memorable enough." She leant forward, her hand
snaking under the table to his thigh. The front of her
dress fell open, affording Margie a spectacular view of a
single brown nipple, slightly erect.
He patted her questing hand. "I bet you will,
sweetheart." His cellphone rang. Fishing it out, he made
his apologies and stood up.
Alone with Nicola, Margie found herself growing
uncomfortable. It wasn't the thought of where Nicola
was heading, but rather it was where she herself was
going. Margie felt a definite warmth coursing through
her body, the hum of expectant sexual desire.
Nicola drained her glass and reached for the bottle. A
very merry smile spread across her pretty lips, and it
looked like she was having difficulty getting her eyes to
focus.
He returned with an apologetic look. "Sorry, something's
come up. I need to fly back to LA tonight."
"A problem?"
"Not with this. Look, sorry to leave you ladies short like
this but I need to go." He tossed a hundred dollar on the
table to cover the meal, then gently kissed Nicola on the
cheek.
"I'll see you in LA in two weeks time. Good luck with
the shoot," he whispered in her ear.
Nicola, tipsy, giggled.
************
By the time they left the restaurant, Nicola was
serverly drunk. One of the spaghetti straps on her dress
had slipped down her shoulder, and the whole outfit
looked on the verge of sliding off her body althogether.
Still giggling, and unable to stand, Nicola draped her
luscious body across Margie, entwining her limbs
around her former agent.
"Mmmm, Margie, let's go to a club," Nicola slurred.
"Sorry, honey, the only place you're going is to bed."
Nicola gasped in mock surprise. "Margie! You're so
forward!"
Margie knew she was joking but it didn't stop her from
blushing furiously.
On the car trip back to Nicola's flat, the model slipped
in a sleepy state, resting her head on Margie's shoulder.
She tried to concentrate on the road, but all she could
smell was the musky aroma of Nicola's perfume.
When they arrived, Margie carried her out of the car,
fished her keys out of her purse and took her inside.
Nicola flatted with two other models, although Margie
knew one of them was in a shoot in New Zealand. It
wasn't even ten yet, so the other must be out for the
evening.
Margie quickly deduced which room was Nicola's and
guided her in. As the model flopped backwards onto her
bed, her cocktail dress, which had been struggling all
night to keep her privates covered, finally gave up and
splashed open to reveal Nicola's perfectly trimmed
pubic hair framing a deliciously open pussy, lips parted,
labia riding obscenely high on her pelvis.
It was hard not to stare at the sight. Margie had been
celibate for longer than she cared to remember, and here
was the most beautiful girl on earth splaying her
charms before her. True, Nicola was almost senselessly
intoxicated and probably unaware of what she was
doing.
"Let's get you ready for bed." Margie did her best to
sound professional, but it didn't help that Nicola's only
reply was a dreamy moan. Margie pulled off Nicola's
shoes, her fingers sliding across the model's delicate feet.
"Tickles!" she squealed without opening her eyes.
Next came the dress. Margie seized the gauzy black
garmet and pulled it upwards, sliding it off Nicola's
body. Through the fog of booze, Nicola did her best to
comply, raising her arms, before slumping back on her
bed completely naked.
Margie hung up the dress. There was no longer any
reason for her to stay, Nicola had been seen safely home
and was tucked up in bed (well, on bed, but it was an
unusually warm August night anyway), but still
Margie lingered.
She looked down at the nude Nicola draped across her
bed, legs parted wantonly, her pert boobs standing firm
and proud on her chest.
She'll do well, Margie mused. She's got fantastic tits.
This is what he'd promised her. Not in so many words,
but the pleasure of enjoying Nicola's body with no
strings attached is pretty much what he'd offered her if
she played her part and helped entice Nicola into
signing.
Margie's gaze settled on Nicola's stomach, perfectly flat
and toned. She bent down, her lips moist, and allowed
herself the luxury of planting a small kiss just above
Nicola's bellybutton.
Nicola responded with a moan and a wiggle that set her
body undulating on the bed.
Margie bit her lip. Would she do it? Would she really
take advantage of one of her girls?
It was like he said, Nicola wasn't one of her girls
anymore.
Margie kicked off her own shoes. Carefully, she knelt
down on the bed, planting one knee on the duvet,
maneouvring her body across Nicola's to prop herself up
with her elbows.
Another kiss, this time higher up, just below Nicola's
right breast and accompanied by a slight brush of the
tongue against Nicola's skin.
Her eyes were still closed, but Nicola's lips curled into
a lazy smile.
Emboldened, Margie kissed her body again, this time
right between her breasts. Margie's long hair trailed
across Nicola, tickling her slightly.
This was going too far, getting to the point where
Margie couldn't stop even if she wanted it.
Another kiss, planted right on the softness of Nicola's
throat. There could be no mistaking the girl's reaction
now, she was groaning in ectasy.
Margie adjusted her position on the bed, gingerly
moving her thigh and planting it on the opposite side of
her would-be lover, so that she now straddled the model,
although her ass still maintained a chaste few inches of
clearance from Nicola's exposed vagina.
Did Nicola really know what was going on? Although
her body betrayed the obvious signs of arousal (nipples
taut, cunt moist), Nicola's face still seemed to float on
an alcohol-induced sea of bliss.
Margie's lips lowered for another kiss, this time directly
onto Nicola's. Her mouth opened, tongue slithering into
Nicola's. The model responded warmly to the intrusion,
opening wide to admit her lover, sucking greedily on
Margie's tongue.
God it felt good! Finally, to feel the moist goodness of a
woman's mouth after such a long time. Breaking off the
deep kiss, Margie sat back, allowing her ass to press into
Nicola's now-grinding crotch. She pulled her own blouse
over her head and threw it aside. Nicola, as if missing
what she had just had in her mouth, opened her lips. A
line of drool trickled out.
As if her life depended on it, Margie yanked open the
clasp on her bra before it too joined her blouse in a
crumpled pile on Nicola's bedroom floor. Then she fell
face forward into Nicola's chest, her teeth seizing the
very same nipple that had teased her in the restaurant,
nibbling her teat with gentle bites.
Nicola's body was trembling in delight. Margie knew
that Nicola was straight, and would never pick her for
bi either. So this would probably be her first girl-on-girl
encounter. It would be a shame if she was too drunk to
remember it.
Her lips still planted firmly on Nicola's body, Margie
slithered her way crotch-wards, leaving a trail of saliva
across Nicola's perfect stomach. The smell of Nicola's
natural perfume filled her nostrils, telling her the
would-be starlet was primed and ready. Margie nudged
apart Nicola's thighs, positioning herself inches from her
most intimate treasure.
Nicola let out a moan, and writhed slightly on her bed.
Margie froze, thinking she was about to wake up. But
her lover slumbered on, blissfully unaware of what was
taking place at her crotch.
Gently, Margie slid her fingers inside Nicola, teasing
apart the lips of her cunt. If Margie only suspected
Nicola's unconscious arousal a moment ago, now she
was absolutely sure. Nicola was soaking wet, and her
clitoris stood out pink and moist.
Margie's tongue flickered forth, diving into the fold of
Nicola's cunt and slithering along her clit.
The reaction was instant: a deep sigh of contentment,
but still Nicola slumbered on, emboldening Margie to
continue the assault. Again, her tongue ventured deep
into Nicola's pussy, questing to find her sweet nub. The
licking had an instant effect on the model, Nicola's sighs
and moans continued to build, but Margie carried on,
either knowing she was fast asleep or not caring that she
might wake and find what was going on.
Margie's licking strokes increased, and as they did the
tempo of Nicola's gasps grew sharper. An orgasm was
building in her trembling, slumbering body. Margie
jammed her face tighter into Nicola's pussy and was
finally rewarded with a shuddering climax that sent
strands of sticky girl-cum squirting into Margie's
mouth.
For a moment they lay together, locked cunt-to-lips, as
Margie caught her breath and listened to the rising and
falling of Nicola's hefty breasts. Now, it was her turn to
return the favour.
Nicola's arms were still splayed across the bedspread
over her head. Gingerly, Margie grasped her right wrist
and laid it across Nicola's tummy, fanning out her
fingers as she did so. Next, she knelt just to one side of
her lover, gently cooing and teasing her fingers across
Nicola's face, while with her other hand she positioned
Nicola's digits at the entrance to her own steaming
pussy.
With a sigh, Margie scooted her pelvis forward, letting
three of Nicola's fingers slide inside her with just the
slightest squelching noise. Slowly, she began to work her
hips, back and forth, slowly at first but quickly rising
with passion, so that Nicola unwittingly delivered a
vigorous finger-fuck to her former agent.
Margie was already trembling with emotion. Part of
her screamed to stop it now, to at least leave her
violation of Nicola's scrumptuous body before crossing
this one, final line, but she continued to thrust, fucking
away on Nicola's fingers, caring for nothing but the
pleasure building in her own cunt.
At last she came, slamming her thighs together in a
vice-like grip on Nicola's hand and stifling a banshee-
scream of pleasure that left the agent panting.
Reason once more began to creep across her skull.
Margie looked down, gazing upon Nicola's sleeping
body. So beautiful, so innocent. Had Margie really
defiled her like that? With a slurp she disengaged her
cunt from Nicola's fingers, leaving them coated in slime.
She wanted to blame him, of course. He had
manipulated Margie, manipulated both of them, to the
point where this unthinkable act had happened. And
Margie almost convinced herself this was true, if it
wasn't for the fact that Margie had always fancied
Nicola, and buried somewhere deep and dark within
herself had been the monstrous desire to have her way
with the model.
Margie blinked back the tears. Shame and humiliation
blushed across her bare chest. Nicola, innocent,
slumbered on, a smile across her tender lips. There was
really nothing left for Margie but to gather her clothes
together and slink out, hoping never to see Nicola again.
From somewhere in the flat came the bang of a door
closing. Margie's head snapped up in panic.
"Nicola?" a voice called out. English accent, Margie
recognised it at the other flatmate. The agent froze,
hoping the darkness of Nicola's bedroom would conceal
her.
More footsteps. "Oi! Nicola, you 'ome?"
Margie held her breath. The girl was marching through
the house, great hammering footfalls, yelling Nicola's
name out.
"Nic! Nic, you 'ere?"
She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Petrified. What to
do, what to do, what to do????
"'ere Nic Nic Nicky!"
There was a male voice, as well, much quieter, and
some shared giggling. The footsteps approached the door.
The handle turned.
Finally, at the last moment, Margie's wobbling legs
moved, and she quietly drove behind the bed.
The door opened. A young female head popped in.
"Nickers, is you asleep?"
Margie stuffed her fist into her mouth to silence the
pounding of her heart.
In the gloom, all Nicola's flatmate could make out was
the shape of her friend, naked and passed out on her bed.
"I bet someone had a good-night," she murmured with a
smirk. Then she softly closed the door behind her.
It was at least an hour before the terror finally
subsided within Margie. She waited until the yelling
and banging in the next bedroom was at its loudest
before getting dressed and sheepishly letting herself out.
END
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Candy
Chapter One
I thought I was going to have to work the upcoming weekend, extended hours, you know, and the wife knew that such a schedule turned me into a bear, especially when I needed to sleep during the day. Thats why she took the kids and left for the weekend to spend time with her sister in a city five hours away. They left on Thursday, intending to return late Sunday. Naturally when I showed up at work Friday morning the boss walked into my office ant dropped the news that due to a supplier not being able to ship on time, the weekend work was off.
My next phone call was to the wifes sisters house. Sister-in-law answered the phone.
Oh, hi, Dan, she chirped. You at work?
Yeah, its all I do sometimes, I answered. Is Dinah there handy?
Yeah, were sitting at the table having coffee. Here!
The next voice on the phone was my wife of fourteen years. Hey, baby, she said, Whats up?
Nothing bad. The boss just cancelled the weekend work. Are you gonna come back now? Ill be nice. I promise!
Oh, baby, if you dont mind, well spend the weekend here like we planned. Me and the kids and Sis and her kids have all kinds of stuff planned. She paused. Is that okay? I mean, you can lounge around all weekend in your drawers and watch TV or whatever.
I thought about that. Didnt sound bad at all. A daughter on the edge of teen years and a ten year old son made for a somewhat raucous household at times. I missed the peace and quiet. Yeah, well, Ill miss you, baby
Okay, then, Dan. Love ya bunches
Love you too, I countered. See you Sunday then.
Kay, bye! Click.
And so I went back to work. The rest of the day went by without event and at four-thirty I drove out of the parking lot. A half an hour later I was in my own driveway. Id just hanged up my jacket when I heard the doorbell.
I was running the list in my mind as to who might be at my door. I was drawing a blank when I opened it and there stood five feet of twelve-year old girl, honey-colored pageboy haircut, green eyes, freckles and known to me as my daughters best friend. Lived a block away. Went to the same school. Most weekends found her spending at least one night at our house.
And this little creature was at my door with a gym bag clutched in her hands. Hi, Mr. Dan!
Hi, Candy! What are you doing here? Trishs gone for the weekend, I said.
Uh, uh, but I was sposed to stay with HER this weekend. I told her the weekend that new movie comes out.
Sweetie, that movie comes out NEXT weekend. I was planning on taking you two.
She stammered, B-but Moms gone off with her new boyfriend. They left this morning when I left for school. They werent gonna be back until Sunday. I was gonna stay with Trish!
This presented me with a dilemma. Come in, I said. She followed me into the house. Is there somebody else we can call for you to stay with?
Her face showed strain. Uh, no, I dont know
I looked at her. Aunts? Uncles? Cousins? Other friends?
Im sorry, Mr. Dan, she was verging on tears. Were not FROM here. My aunt lives in Houston an thats three hours away. An Trish is the only one I spend the night with. I dont know what to do.
This is a problem, Candy. It doesnt look good for young girls to stay alone with old men.
There WERE tears. B-but I dont have any place to go And more tears.
Oh, stop that, I said. And I was being perfectly innocent when I said the next thing, You can stay here in Trishs room if you want
She stopped in mid-sob and looked at me. A smile began to form on her lips. Oh, thank you, Mr. Dan. I wont be any trouble. I promise.
Youre usually no more trouble than Trish, sweetie. What are we gonna do about supper?
She thought for a second. Oh, I dont care. Whatever! I was glad the crying stopped. She was a cute little thing and wore smiles quite well. Those green eyes twinkled. Whatever you were gonna do.
Then well eat cold soup out of a can. You can have your own can!
Yuuuuck!
Or we could go get burgers. Or order a pizza. Your choice.
Squeal. Pizza!
I smiled at her. Right! Pizza it is! With double anchovies!
Another Yuuuck!
Okay, Candy, whats on YOUR pizza? We negotiated pizza toppings and crusts and I made a phone call.
While we waited for the pizza, I started puttering around the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher, stowing a few things. I heard the TV as she ran through channels. I was trying to figure out how a weekend was going to work. I knew that Candy and Trish played well together, but that was usually done out of sight in Trishs bedroom, a little girls haven of improbably colored ponies and fashion dolls and her own TV and an Xbox and heaven only knows what else. But that was TWO of em. This was only little Candy.
Finishing up the kitchen chores, I looked over the bar. Candy was laying in the middle of the living room floor on the big rug, propped up on a huge floppy pillow. The TV was showing some nature scenes.
What, I asked, no Sponge Bob?
No, I dont like Sponge Bob, she said seriously. Hes too squeaky. She continued, Id rather watch Discovery or Animal Planet. Learn stuff. You know.
Youre an unusual little girl, I said. She smiled. I sat back in my recliner and kicked my feet up.
Want me to take off your shoes? she asked, her eyes bright.
Sure, I said. That would be very nice. I relaxed to the feeling of my feet finally being free at the end of a long day. Especially when she peeled off my socks.
She sat back and smiled at me.
Thank you, I said. That feels wonderful. Got another smile for that.
She returned to her spot on the pillow. A few more minutes passed and the doorbell rang. Pizza! TV trays came out and we watched African fauna as we dined on hot pizza and Cokes. After the pizza, the mess got cleaned up. More TV. Nearing seven PM.
SO, do you do bath or shower? I asked.
Candy looked at me with those green eyes. Bath. Why?
Its bath time. You do yours, then Ill do mine.
You take a bath?
No, I take a shower, I said. It was my turn to ask, why?
Her eyes had a laugh in them as she said, Shower with a friend. It saves water.
Little girl, I said, thats fine for adults.
I know, she said, but I just thought youd like to know. Mom an her boyfriend do that sometimes. Like its fun or somethin.
It IS fun. For adults. Now YOU go take your bath! And then I tried to puzzle out the look she gave me as she walked up the hall towards the bathroom. I heard the water running. I heard splashing. And singing. And more splashing. Then the sound of water draining. And a door opening. And out came a sweet-smelling twelve-year old girl. In a cotton nightshirt that just barely made it past the cheeks of her ass.
Id seen her in this outfit before. It was one she often wore when she was spending the Friday or Saturday evenings with my daughter. Then, though, it was just a little girl in a nightshirt. Why was it so different this time? Okay. Clear my head. Okay. Its my turn for a shower. A COLD one. Twenty minutes later I was showered, shaved, and clad in my pajamas.
I walked into the living room and there was Candy sitting in my chair watching thirty minutes into some chick flick on HBO. I knew the movie and that it was a little racier than I would expect for a twelve year old girls. I said so.
Awww, Ive seen it before, she said. I like the funny parts. Bsides, Ive seen more stuff than they show in that movie.
Oh, really? I questioned.
Yeah, she stated mater of factly, Moms had more than one boyfriend in the last few years. Ive seen plenty of huggin an kissin an stuff.
What kind of stuff? My curiosity was piqued.
Oh, kinda where you touch each other under you clothes an stuff. Looked like they were havin fun, though.
Mmm-hmmm, I agreed. They probably were.
So thats what people do? For real? Cuz I know movies arent real lots of times.
Yeah, thats pretty much what people do.
She stared into my eyes. Other stuff, too, huh?
Yeah, other stuff. I paused. Stuff you should talk to your mom about. Not me.
Still looking at me, she said, But sometimes you can talk to other people easier than your own mom.
Yeah, but I get nervous talking to you about it.
I just wanted somebody to tell me the truth, she said simply.
Okay. I can do that.
So if I told you something you could tell me if it was okay or not?
Okay, like in normal ?
Yeah.
Okay. What do you want to know.
This got a little excited jump as she kneeled in front of me and sat back on her heels. So I dont think they knew I was lookin an Mom was layin in between his legs on the sofa an her face was in the front of his PJs and I think she was suckin his thing.
Thats normal.
Giggle. It is?
Yeah. Thats just another way that a man and a woman can have fun together.
Is that what they call a blow job?
Yeah. Thats one name for it. Wheres you hear that?
From school.
My turn to realize that his was twelve and cute and active and if she wasnt, some of her peers were already sexually active. My daughter was one of her peers. That was a comforting feeling for me, huh? I suppose you would hear about it. Youre at an age where youll hear lots of things.
Well, I was curious. Sometimes kids think they know things but they dont. Doesnt stop em from talking like they do, though.
Youre a wise young lady, I said.
She caught a flash on the TV. Oooo, my favorite part! And she pulled over beside my chair and laid her head against the armrest. We laughed together, and then when the funny part passed, she stayed there and I idly let my hand stroke the sleek perfection of her hair.
I wasnt paying much attention, but apparently she was. That feels nice, she said.
What?
You touching my hair like that.
Oh, Im sorry. I wasnt paying much attention. Its like petting a cat.
She giggled and looked at me. Wanna hear me purr? And she purred.
I laughed. Okay, kitten, I said. Ill stop if it bothers you.
I was purring, wasnt I?
So we watched the rest of that movie, then picked up another show, a sit-com, and were laughing together. Then another show came on, and we were in the middle of that when the raucous blat of an emergency warning came on and a message scrolled across the bottom of the screen, something about a line of thunderstorms moving through.
I went over to the desktop computer and checked a weather site for another look. She was right there looking over my shoulder. Looks serious, she said.
Nah, not that bad. Bright colors, thats all. These happen all the time. Like two weeks ago. I knew the weather in the area and knew what to expect in the spring.
An our lights went out then, she said.
And thats the worst that could happen, and by the time this bunch comes through, well be in bed sleeping.
Thunder scares me, she said.
Its just noise, baby, I said. Well look again before bed time. We went back to the TV and watched some more. It was a bit after ten when I said, Well, let me go make sure Trishs bed is cleared off so youll have somewhere to sleep. I got up and went to my daughters room. Candy followed me into the world of pink that was my daughters room. I removed a few toys from the bed, pushed some plush animals out of the way, and turned the bedclothes down for her.
There you go, I said.
She looked at me and smiled. Thank you, she said. A kiss good night?
Okay, I answered. I bent over and kissed her. Iaimed for her nose. She turned enough to meet me with her lips. Okay. Night light?
That little one.
I turned on a little night light for her and left the room and went to my own bed. I wasnt ready for sleep just yet so I pulled the top book off the stack on the nightstand and started reading by the light of a lamp on the headboard. That, and watching the TV across the room. And noted another of those severe weather warnings. The storm line was getting closer. Wouldnt be long now.
I turned off the light and the TV and rolled over to sleep with a pillow wrapped in my arms to make up for the absence of my wife. I was just drifting off to sleep when I caught a flash of lightning through the window, then the sound of distant thunder. The storm was right on schedule.
Not on the schedule though was to touch of a small soft hand. And a voice.
Mr. Dan Mr. Dan.? It was Candy.
I rolled over to look at her. Yeah, baby?
I get scared of thunder. Its thundering.
Its just noise, Candy. Youll be alright.
I know its silly, Mr. Dan, but Im SCARED!
What do you want me to do? That was the mistake. I should have said, Lets go sit in the living room. But I said, What do you want me to do?
Let me get in your bed until the storm is over. Her eyes did look frightened.
What could it hurt? Sure, baby, I said.
And a twelve year old girl jumped into the bed beside me and slid down under the covers. Her giggle reminded me of what Id forgotten. I had stripped off my pajama bottoms. I dont sleep in them. I was in my boxers and a t-shirt. Her firm young legs slid alongside me and she pressed up against me.
What do you do with that? I had a scared young girl in my bed. So I hugged her. And kissed the top of her sweet-smelling head. And stroked her back to sooth her fears.
She wiggled got get closer. And part of her that was wiggling was in close contact with my dick, separated from it by a couple of thin layers of cloth. I know she had to feel something. And then she wiggled in closer. Hold me close, she said in a little girls voice. Make me not scared.
I held her. Thunder crashed outside and each peal caused her to shudder. She forced her leg in between mine and her movement caused her nightshirt to ride up on her, uncovering her butt, covered as it was in light blue cotton panties. I was hard. Very hard. I didnt WANT to be hard. But I was. She pulled her leg out from between mine and plastered herself against me, planting her pubic mound firmly against the hard shaft of my dick.
Mmmmmm, she whispered, You make me feel so safe
The blood was pounding so hard in my ears that I almost couldnt hear the thunder. Not that I was paying attention anyway. But I tried to maintain control.
Okay, Candy, then lets go to sleep, honey.
Okay, Mr. Dan.
Its wonderful thing to me to drift off to sleep with the sounds of thunder far away, and thats what I tried to do. Candy drifted off first. Her sleeping movements carried her out of my arms but she didnt move far. I rolled off my side onto my back and when I moved, she rolled towards me and wrapped an arm across my chest. I thought I heard Mmmmm escape her lips. She was pleasant feeling laying there next to me.
I was just drifting off to sleep when her arm moved. And her hand cupped itself over my somewhat softened dick. It could have been accidental though. I gently moved her hand. I took a breath. And her hand moved back. This time it didnt cup. It gripped. I tried to move it and it gripped.
I whispered, Candy!
I heard a sleepy-sounding Huh?
Candy, baby, your hands in the wrong place.
Huh?
Your hand. Its holding on my thing.
Oh. It is. She squeezed. Im sorry, Mr. Dan. I was asleep.
Thats okay, baby. Maybe you should go back in Trishs room now. That would have had more validity if another storm wasnt moving into the area. A single peal of distant thunder. Never mind, baby. Its still thundering. Just try to watch your hands, okay?
I didnt hurt you, did I? she asked.
No, it didnt hurt. Its just that were not supposed to be touching like that. I could get in big trouble if somebody found out.
I wont tell anybody, Mr. Dan. She giggled. Even if it happens again.
Again?
Yeah, you know, if I, like, played with it. In my sleep, I mean.
Uh, Candy, you shouldnt be doing this.
In the dim light I saw her bottom lip form a pout. But all I did was touch it. Through your shorts. Like this. Her fingers brushed the hard form of my dick. I moaned.
Does it feel THAT good? I mean, really?
God, yes I hissed. I shouldnt be doing this.
Youre NOT doing this, Candy said. Im doing this. She stroked me again. Can I see it? Like, with the light on?
I shouldnt. Whatever vestiges of self-control I might have had were waning fast.
Please? I just want to play with it a little.
Okay, sweetie, I said, reaching up to turn on the lamp.
She was sitting back on her knees beside me now. Her hand reached into the fly of my boxers and maneuvered my hard shaft out into the open. Wow, she said. Its so BIG.
Now I know every guy gets flattered when being told how big he is, but I wasnt big. I was a whopping six inches of normal. Maybe even a little on the thin side. But if Candy thought it big, that was good enough for me. I told her, Baby, thats just a normal sized one.
Well, it looks big to me. Her hands were exploring. Her fingertips traced the ridge up my shaft and around my corona. She squeezed and was presented with a big, glistening drop of pre-cum. Is that pee? she asked.
No, baby, thats supposed to lubricate it so it goes inside a girl easier.
Curiosity got to her and her finger dipped into the droplet. She drew it back, a long string of it connecting her fingertip to the head of my dick. She rubbed it between finger and thumb. So, she said, if Mom was suckin on Dave, this stuff was goin in her mouth?
Yeah, Probably.
Candy popped her glistening fingertip into her mouth. Hmmm, she said. Kinda salty. Not bad. She swept the rest of the drop off with her finger and deposited it in her mouth also. Can you make more?
Yeah, I said. I showed her how to milk it from my dick.
She looked at the big drop shining on the head of my dick. I supposed I should have been ready for what happened next, but I really wasnt. She bent over at the waist (gotta love the flexibility of a twelve year old body) and closed her open mouth over the head of my dick. And licked. And sucked. And pulled away with an audible pop.
Ahhhhh, princess, I moaned.
You liked it? I did it right? Her face was smiling.
Gosh, yes! That was wonderful!
Good, she said. I wanna do it some more.
I let her. I coached. After all, it WAS my dick. And she was an enthusiastic pupil. Her head bobbed down and she took a couple of inches in her mouth and sucked. She pulled back, holding the suction, leaving me with a Pop! and then she licked it. Her green eyes turned up to me.
I wanna bite it. It NEEDS biting.
Just be careful. If you bite too hard, it can cause permanent damage. But a little biting would be good.
Head bobbed down. Suck. And bite. Eyes looked back at me. Too hard?
No.
Head back down. Suck. Another bite, a little harder this time. Another inquisitive look. That?
Thats okay too, Candy. And you can use your teeth to slide the skin up and down.
She looked at my dick from a vantage of a foot away. Her hand wrapped the shaft, gripping lightly and she slid the skin up and down. Oh, thats NEAT! I think I got it! and her head bobbed back down. Her lips closed over my shaft and she drew me in and out a couple of times, experimenting, then she closed her teeth on me and repeated.
Mmmmmm! I thought I was in heaven.
She looked back up. You like that?
Yes, I like that. Too much!
How can you like it too much?
Because Im about to have an orgasm. Thats when stuff squirts out. My dick was throbbing with every beat of my heart.
Is that the stuff that makes babies? Mom told me about that, an I heard it in health class.
Yeah. Thats the stuff.
Its not that stuff Ive BEEN tasting?
No, sweetie, this stuff will be milky colored and will squirt out. And I had an operation so I cant make babies any more.
Ooooh, she said. But it has to go in my thingy to get me pregnant anyway, right? I mean, I cant get pregnant through my mouth, even if you could still make babies?
No, you cant get pregnant through your mouth. Thats why a lot of people do oral sex. It feels good and you cant make babies that way.
Uh-huh. Maybe thats why Mom does it. I dont need any competition. She looked thoughtful for a few seconds. But, like, guys do it to GIRLS?
Yes, little one, they do.
But I dont have a thingy to suck on. She rolled backward spreading her legs and pulling the crotch of those light blue panties aside. Just this!
I saw before me a beautiful pink pussy, virginal, I guessed, and with her legs spread, the outer lips opened just enough to reveal the pink inner lips, a little clit peeking out from under its hood, and a magical, tight little hole.
Candy continued, But this part right here feels good if I play with it. Her fingertip softly massaged the sheath of her little clit.
Yeah, baby, thats the part a man licks with his tongue. I paused. Actually, I would lick it all, but that part is probably going to feel best for you.
Y-you mean youd lick me THERE? I, like, PEE from there.
Id lick you there if you wanted me to. And you just took a bath, so theres no pee there, and even if you hadnt just bathed, the pee isnt a problem.
Mines kinda salty. Her eyes twinkled.
Youve tasted it?
Yeah. I tasted all my stuff down there. If I play with this little button it started getting all gooshy down there and I wanted to see what that tasted like, so I did. She wiped a fingertip through her little slit and stuck it in her mouth. You know, your stuff tastes an awful lot like MY stuff.
It should. Its there for the same reason?
You mean that I get all gooshy because my thingy wants to be ready for a guy?
Yep. Thats how our bodies work.
Oooooh, she said. But at first I thought that was pee, so when I had to pee, I tasted it, too. She sat up. It wasnt bad tasting, either, like I thought it would be. She smiled. Looked thoughtful ofr a second. Then, Can I kiss you?
I laughed.
Whats so funny? Her brow crinkled.
Nothing, baby. Nothing at all. Just that USUALLY kissing comes before sucking on a guy.
She grinned. Yeah. I suppose so. Giggle. So can I kiss you?
Oh, lets see. Were in bed together. Youve been playing with me. Sucked me. No, I cant let you kiss me!
Her lip pouted out.
Come here, you! I spread my arms and received a sweet, soft, eager twelve year old girl. Her lips met mine. At first, a quick peck. Like the one an hour or so ago. The second, softer, longer.
Mmmmm, she said. She kissed me again.
I guessed I needed to try something, so I parted my lips and let my tongue play over her lips. I figured it would either get a Yuck! or a happier response. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue met mine, tentatively at first, then a bit more aggressively. She stopped for breath. So thats that tongue thing. I wondered how that would work.
You like it? My question was answered by another kiss, our tongues caressing each other. We kissed and I let my hands roam over the adolescent curves of her almost teen body. When our kiss broke, she sat back. Her hands went down to the hem of her nightshirt and in one smooth move she stripped it over her head. With her arms raised, I got a beautiful view of the starting swells of her breasts, just eh beginnings of bulges, topped with little pink nipples like tiny strawberries.
I couldnt help myself. I bent forward and kissed one.
Mmmmm, she said. Do that again!
I did. A bunch. Both of them. Sucking, licking, kissing. Little Candys candy. She was caressing the back of my head as I worshipped her adolescent titties. Finally I raised back up to meet her lips with mine. The kiss was even MORE passionate as my little darling was getting more and more aroused.
She tugged at my t-shirt. Take this stuff off for me, Dan, she said. I noted that I wasnt Mr. Dan now. I got out of bed and complied, standing before her completely naked. Come here, she commanded.
I stepped forward to her seated on the edge of the bed. She surveyed my dick and balls now that I was standing. My dick was erect. Her hands cupped under my balls, exploring. She bounced my sack in her hand as if weighing my balls, then her fingers rolled them around. Leaving one hand to caress my balls, she took my shaft in the other and stroked me. A drop of pre-cum oozed out. Her head bobbed forward and she gave me a wet, smacking suck. Then she looked up at me and smiled.
She stood up, wearing only her panties, powder blue cotton hip-huggers. Her thumbs hooked the waistband and she shoved them downward over her slight hips. With a wiggle, she dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, completely naked herself. I opened my arms and she stepped forward to embrace. I was a good foot taller, and the put my dick pressing on her belly and her head on my chest. I gazed into her eyes as she sighed. Then the little minx bit me on the nipple.
Gaaah! I gasped.
Candy giggled. Oh, did I surprise you?
Yes you did!
Well, I liked it when you did that to me.
Yeah, but you were expecting me to do things to you. That was out of the clear blue!
You still liked, it, huh! That statement was with a smirk.
Yeah, I like that, too. I pulled her close and kissed her.
She pulled us together back to the bed and when the kiss ended, she fell backward onto it and scooted to the middle. And layed there. Sleek, sexy, naked. Short hair haloed around her face. Smiling. She spoke two words: Do me.
I crawled in between her thighs. I stared for a second at a pink piece of nirvana spread before me, pink, wet. My nostrils flared as I savored the musky aroma of an excited pussy. And I planted a kiss on it, right at the top where her little slit gave way to her pubic mound.
I heard her suck in her breath. I rained a string of kisses down the length of her slit. Little motions of her hips were trying to get more contact. Reaching the end of her slit, I extended my tongue and ran it back up, from bottom to top. Another explosive exhale. Ahhhh!
You liked that, baby?
YESSSSSS! she hissed! Do it!
I pressed my open lips over her slit and eased my tongue deeper between her folds, searching for her little hole with the tip. I found it. Juicy. I lapped.
Gaaahhhhhh! Oh, Dan! Thats WONDERFUL!
And then I moved my tongue in little swirls up her slit toward her little clit. It was aroused, the little head protruding from its shroud like a little pink pea. I gently licked it. This was apparently a Good Thing to my little Candy because tow hands clamped on the back of my head and I heard There! Right there! Do it!
And I did. I had to contend with her hips bucking against my tongue, but her hands worked to hold me in position. And I worked it, occasionally slipping my tongue down to gather the juices almost running from her little pussy hole.
Mmmm. Lick. MMMM! Me. Hard!
Little Candy was getting serious. I kept at it. I couldnt remember EVER tasting a sweeter pussy in all my forty years. This one was sooooo good!
Oh, gahhhhh! Dan! Somethings happening!!!! Dont stop! Pleeeeease! Mmmmmmm! Gaahhhhh! And there was one final, Olympian hip thrust and then total collapse. Her hands pushed my head away.
I crawled up alongside her and brushed her bangs away from her sweaty brow. I gave her a little kiss on the lips. Her eyes were squinched closed. When I kissed her, she opened them with a flutter. Oh, Dan! That was the most wonderful thing Ive ever felt in my whole life. She sighed. What WAS that?
That, little girl, was an orgasm. I slowly wandered my hand from her cheek, downward to caress those sweet little mounds, over her flat belly, to the mound of her pussy. I petted it gently.
Wow I can see why people like sex She smiled. Is yours like that? I mean, does it feel that good?
Oh, yeah, baby. It does.
She turned on one elbow towards me. Her free hand pulled my face toward hers and she kissed me. We kissed passionately, her lips straying to my face, still sticky with her juices. You get all messy when you eat. Its a good thing I taste good, she giggled. So what happens to your stuff when YOU do it?
That depends, sweetness, on where I do it.
Like, where all can you do it? she asked.
Well, I said, the obvious place is inside your pussy This got me a giggle.
I dont call it THAT, she laughed. Thats nasty!
There are other terms, too, and I think they sound nastier. We went down the list. But if you want to call it your thingy, thats fine with me. But you can mine a thingy, too.
I know, she said bashfully. Its a penis in health class, but I dont like that. An its a dick when the other kids talk about it. She smiled. But now mines a pussy an yours is a dick. We can do that.
You call em whatever you want, baby.
So if its inside my pussy, wheres the stuff go?
Inside you. And then it comes out later. It can be kind of messy. Sometimes theres a lot of juice, the guys, the girls
Ohhhh, she said. An the other places?
I continued, sometimes you can stimulate it with your hand and it just squirts into the air and you wipe it up with a towel or tissues or whatever. Thats what they call a hand job. Or masturbation.
Thats fun? she looked at me.
Yeah, its fun. Sometimes the girl doesnt want it inside her, like during her period, or whatever. And guys can do that by themselves. Girls can do it to themselves too. Its not as messy with girls. I watched her eyes. And some guys do it in their partners butt.
Ewwwwww! That was the first look of disgust Id seen so far.
Thats kind of how I feel about it. I dont think Id like that myself.
Neither would I, Candy said. And what about in my mouth?
Thats different. Some girls like it when their guy does it in their mouth. And they just swallow it. Some girls let the guy do it in their mouth, then they spit it out. And some girls wont let the guy do it in their mouth, so when the guy gets close, they finish it off with their hands
That sounds like cheating the guy, Candy said. I think Id be the first one. She smiled at me, her eyes laughing. We could find out
Huh? I couldnt believe my ears. You want to do that to me?
Of course, silly! You did it to me. She was sliding down in the bed.
But thats different. Im gonna squirt stuff.
Dont be silly. You had MY juice all over your face. Im gonna at least try it! You like it better that way, huh?
Oral sex was not my wifes strong suit. In twenty years shed sucked me off exactly TWICE, both times when we were drunk after a party. And she refused to even talk about it afterward. So me getting sucked was relegated to foreplay.
But I did like being sucked off. And a twelve year old green-eyed honey blonde was wanting to do it to me. Yes, I do like it better that way.
Giggle. And a pair of happy lips closed on my shaft behind the head, followed by teeth. She dragged her head back, catching her teeth behind the corona. She breathed through her mouth around my dick. I felt her hot breath, then her mouth closed again, applying suction, her tongue plastered on the underside of my shaft and she was moving her head back and forth, short strokes of wonderful sensation.
Ooooh, Candy, I said. Thats wonderful, baby!
One hand was guiding my dick in her mouth, sliding up and down my shaft in time with her mouth. Her other hand wasnt idle either. I felt fingertips caressing my scrotum, bouncing and tugging my balls. And Id had two hours of stimulation from this little doll. I was READY.
Her lips left my dick. How long does this take, Dan? she asked. Im loving it mmmmm as her mouth engulfed me again.
Baby, I am soooo close. That got me a giggle right on the head of my dick. And another sucking stroke. Mmmmm. Baby! Keep going! Im soooo close!
Her head bobbed in my lap. Mmmmm came from around my dick. She popped free again, I think so, Dan. Youre REALLY givin me a lot of juice! head bobbed down again.
Mmm. Candy. Im. Nnnnnnn. Commmmingggggg! and the first spurt exploded its way out fo my dick into her mouth, turning her own mmmm into mmmmpphhhh. I felt her swallow. She was sucking and stroking for the next spurt. Mmmmmm- glurg as she swallowed. And a third. And fourth, and I lost count and I think I fainted and had an out-of-body experience and traveling to a parallel universe and back. All because of the mouth of this little cutie.
Finally the spasms stopped. Candy gave my softening dick one lst popping suck and slid up my chest from between my legs. Im not too heavy to be here, am I? she asked.
She was like a feather. A cute, pink, naked feather. No way, baby! You're perfect right there.
That got me another giggle and a kiss. A long, hot, passionate kiss. And a different taste that had to be remnants of the semen shed just sucked from me.
Wow, Dan, that was NEAT! she pushed herself up, both hands on my shoulders, then pulled her knees up, one leg on each side of me, so she was squatted on me, her pussy pressing against my softened dick. She gave her head a shake, her short hair bouncing sassily and she smiled at me. Does this bother you?
Does what bother me?
This! and she slid her hips back and forth, sliding her wet pussy along the shaft of my semi-hard dick. It feels neat!
There are a lot of words to describe what that does to me, baby, but bother isnt one of them.
I like it. I can feel your thingy move. She looked at me. Your dick. I can feel you dick move.
I responded by consciously twitching it. That got me a squeal. Youre MAKING it do that!
Yes I am, little girl.
You were soft when I finished sucking on you. Its hard now. She was observant. It was indeed hard. Twenty minutes since an orgasm. Hard. Hadnt been like that in a long time. Was now. Her pussy was juicing up as she consciously slid back and forth. It feels REAL good. Her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip and I could feel the angles she was working as she rubbed against my dick. I knew there was that little pink clit in there.
As she rode, I caressed her body, playing with the developing mounds of her tits. They were just the barest of rises now, sweet little moundlets with the slightest of curve away from her chest.
Mmmmm, Dan, you touch me so good Mmmmm Her hip mothions became rhythmic and insistent. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. And harder.
My hands slid down her slight form to grasp her waist. Candy was about to come! I told her, Come on, baby! Enjoy it! Do it your way!
Push, Dan! Push up against me! I just need a little push! And I did. Meeting her thrusts with upward pushes of my own. Ohh! Dan! Theritis! Ohgodohgodohgod! Im COMMMMINGGGGG! And I rode with her, matching little insistent thrusts from her hips with my own. And finally she relaxed and fell forward. She rolled off me and I rolled to face her. I gave her a shower of kisses on her face until she captured my head and pushed her lips against mine. We breathed each other.
Ohhhhhh, Dan! Thats sooooo gooood!
I held her for some time and her hand started wandering. It found my dick, erect. Dan, she said, can I ask you something?
Here I was naked in bed with a sweet, post-orgasmic pre-teen who was holding my hard dick in her hand. She could ask me ANYTHING! Sure, baby. What?
I heard that the first time a girl does it with a guy, it can hurt. But my doctor said that I shouldnt worry about that since I use tampons for my periods. Is that true?
Yes to the first part. And part yes to the second. Theres a little bit of tissue in young girls that is in the way when they do it with a guy the first time, I said.
But the doctor said I didnt have much because I do gymnastics and stuff an I use tampons.
Thats probably true. But still, a guys thing is bigger than a tampon, so youre going to have to stretch the first time, and it might be uncomfortable, even hurt. So you need to be careful and take your time the first time. Some guys dont know that and they hurt their partners.
Youd take your time, wouldnt you?
What? I was incredulous. Candy was wanting for me to be her first.
If you an me did it, youd take your time, huh?
Candy, I would be very careful with you. But your first time, thats special to some people. You want that to be with somebody you really care about.
Yeah, she said, I heard all that, an YOU are special to me. She looked into my eyes. So, what would you rather, me an you, an you doing it right, like everything else today, or some kid who doesnt know what hes doing and doesnt care about me?
You know, I said, youre pretty good at arguing. Very convincing.
She squeezed my dick, giggled, and spun around in the bed and planted her mouth over it. Mmmmmm, she hummed, juicy. It wants to be ready to go inside me. In front of my face her free hand dipped a finger into her wet pussy. Its wet there too. Little Miss Mobility spun around again and kissed me. So, lets figure out how to do this!
I kept her in my arms as I rolled onto my back, putting her on top of me. This is probably the best way, princess, I said. This way YOU get to control how much and how fast.
She returned to kneeling astride me, smiling, and said, An I was almost there twenty minutes ago. Hmmph! She slid familiarly back and forth. Yeah, thisll work! She rose up and so did my erect dick. She wiggled her ass, her pussy searching for the head of my dick. Her hand reached under her and she used her fingers to guide me into the little tight hole. I felt it when it found its mark.
Baby, that feels very nice, I said. Are you sure this is what you want to do?
Uh-huh, she said. I dont think she was paying much attention to me as the head of my dick found its way into her virgin pussy. She was moving up and down in little strokes, spreading our juices over both of us. Each little stroke took me deeper. Finally she had the head entirely inside her. She paused at that stage and looked at me, eyes intense with sensation and concentration. Dan, here goes!
I thought she was going to ease me in like shed already been doing. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and pushed downward on top of me. My dick slid home. Uhhhhh, she gasped. She stopped moving, looking at me, getting used to the feeling. Then a tentative movement, her pussy moving in a little circle. Its in me, Dan!
yes, sweetie, it is. Thank you for letting me do this with you!
Oh, Dan, you know youre special to me now. An you always will be. And that delightful smile started working its way across her face. And a couple more of those little circles with her pussy. And then I felt her thigh muscles tighten as she eased up, slowly withdrawing my dick from her. After maybe an inch, she went back down. Ahhhh.
Does it hurt? We can stop, baby
Her head shook, that sassy blonde hair bouncing. Nuh-uh. Feels GOOD. Just a little sting. An Im not used to this. But it feels good to have you in me! She was back to almost full smile now. Another upward move, farther this time, then back down again. And another. This time I could see my dick connecting us, and I saw no blood. And she did a couple of strokes in succession, king of tentative, then Mmmmmm, Dan, this is great!
Ive never felt better, little one! and I was telling the truth. I wrapped my hands around her waist right above her hips. She started riding. I couldnt resist. I started thrusting, then stopped. I was about to ask
Whyd you stop, baby, she said. I LIKE that! So I didnt stop. Candy was experimenting with angles and motions and in general wreaking havoc with my dick and I was loving it. Finally she found what she was looking for, where her thrusts and mine combined to give her little clitty the attention it desired with each stroke.
And we had a rhythm. We broke the rhythm, though, for a long, hot kiss, our bodies firmly mated together, her tongue penetrating my mouth at one end, my dick penetrating her pussy at the other, and the world could have ended at that moment and I wouldnt have cared.
She did sit back up, though, and her mobile hips began working me again. Except no her hip thrusts were coincident with her breathing and little mewing sounds, Nnn, nnn, nnn. And I was almost lost in where and what my dick was doing, but still sane enough to note that my little sweetie was about to come again. I knew. Eyes squinched shut. Biting bottom lip. Little noises. Yes, Candy was going to come soon.
And I didnt want to miss sharing it with her. The situation had me closing in on a second orgasm of my own as I thrust up into her tight twat. I could feel our combined juices slowly spreading down my balls.
So along with Candys Nnnnnnnnn there was my own gasps for air and God, baby! Youre too good! Im going to come!
Dan! Squirt in me! Im coming! Im commminnnggggg! and her hips shoved down hard on me, driving me all the way up into her. Her orgasm brought her little cervix to life and I felt it press against eh head of my dick. Thats all it needed to trigger my own load, and I spurted deep inside her.
Gaghhhhhh! Candy! Darling! I You Im commmingggg! Spasms were happening inside that sweet pussy, hers and mine both. She collapsed on top of me into my arms. I held my no longer virgin sweetie in my arms until our breathing subsided to normal levels and her eyes opened.
Oh, Dan, how lovely can anything ever be? Nothing will ever top this! I kissed the top of her head. She turned her face toward mine and slid upward. With our height differences, we had a choice, stay coupled, or kiss. Candy chose kissing this time and my softening, wet dick fell out of her pussy.
She kissed me. Long. And then looked into my eyes. And said, I love you, Dan.
Now what do I do?
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Chapter Three
The parking lot was almost full, including her aunt's car. We walked right in and sat down at the table with them.
"Appetizers are on the way," Jenny said. "Hi!"
Laci added her chirpy "Hi!" I noted that she didn't look "butch" this evening. Neither of them were particularly feminine-looking, but then again, my jeans-clad Kim fit right in.
Laci noted, "You two look like a couple of bookends."
"Yeah. Isn't it NEAT? And I didn't tell im what to wear, either. It just happened!"
And so we had a good meal, conversing about Kim's day, my new car, Kim driving my new car, the music thing, the computer.
"Yeah," Jenny pointed out "That was the "We're in the bedroom hookin' up" comment."
Kim giggled. "He's making his second bedroom into an office. He's got a really BIG" and she pulled the same evil grin on her aunt, this time in person. "printer."
Laci laughed. "That's disgusting"
"It's FUNNY!" chirped Kim.
Laci didn't let up. "So Tim, you're walking into this place with a teenaged girl wrapped around your arm and somebody you know from work happens to see you"
"Then," I said, "they think either of two things. The ones with the clean minds will think "There's Tim with his niece." The ones with the dirty minds will say "Way to go, Tim!" And me? I don't care." And I recalled that yes, when we walked in; Kim was indeed wrapped around my arm. Since she'd spent the majority of the time we were walking together in the exact same configuration, I hadn't given it a lot of thought.
Kim just smiled. "I'm just being friendly, that's all."
Jenny dropped the bomb, though. "I thought ya'll made a nice couple."
I chose to push that statement to the back of my mind.
Jenny kept on. "Tim, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?"
"Plans? I don't have plans. I was going to go to my new home and go to sleep in front of the TV. Why?"
"Well," Jenny said, "If you want to join us, we can go to our house and play Trivial Pursuit. We can always stand some fresh meat."
I was thinking, "Ah, Trivial Pursuit. The game my sister refuses to play with me anymore." But I said, "I haven't played that in YEARS."
The check came and I tossed a gold card at it over protests from Jenny and Laci. "No, I was going to pay for Kim anyway. It's no big deal."
"You're setting women's lib back a decade" Laci said.
"'Women' has nothing to do with it. You ever see a bunch of guys eat together? Fistfights erupt over who GETS to pay. But if I've offended, you can slip me a twenty"
"I'm not THAT offended," Laci laughed.
"Let's go," Jenny said. We got up to leave and I paid attention this time as Kim wrapped her arm around mine. We had to unhitch to get past the crowd at the exit, and when we got outside, I decided to just experiment. I put my arm around her waist. She COULD have pulled away. Really. She could have. But that's not what she did. What she did was step closer to me and swing her hips to bump mine, and the smile at me.
We got in the car. Kim spoke first. "Why'd you do that?" she asked.
"Do what?" I played dumb.
"Put your arm around me walking out."
"Because YOU'VE been putting your arm in mine. And I thought it just might be pleasant to have my arm around a pretty girl."
"Oh."
I looked sideways at her as we navigated out to the street. There was a smug expression on her face. So I assumed that I had not offended.
"Just so you know, this pretty girl' is used to winning at Trivial Pursuit. Aunt Jenny has 'Kimberly Rules', you know"
"I don't know. What's 'Kimberly Rules'?"
"Don't act like I told you, but the only way I can get them to let me play is spot em each a couple of pieces for a head start." She was grinning.
"That's nice to know. My sister didn't think of 'Timothy Rules'. They just stopped playing with me."
Giggle. "Then THIS is gonna be fun. Just play along like you don't know anything. I don't know if they'll try Kimberly Rules with you being new and all."
It was a good thing that all the hot chocolate mugs were empty by the time it was readily apparent that Kim wasn't pulling punches, and neither was I. Each of us had completed all the categories while Jenny still needed two and Laci three. And I won the game ONLY because I answered the end of game question before Kim got maneuvered to the final spot.
Jenny and Laci expressed friendly outrage. Kim was giggling. "You beat me. I haven't been beat in a fair game since Aunt Jenny bought the stupid thing."
Laci said, "Hmmpphh! Engineer. I should've known better."
"I'm sorry, guys," I said. "Next time I'll spot you some pieces." I smirked.
"Like we do to Kim? Kimberly Rules?"
Kim giggled. "I told im already. But I thought I'd beat HIM, too!"
Jenny tittered, "Little Miss Kimberly has met her match."
"Nuh-uh," I said. "I'm forty. She's sixteen. Imagine how she'll be with twenty more years"
Laci said, "She won't live that long. Somebody'll kill er in the first Trivial Pursuit slaying on record."
I sat on the sofa, falling back into the cushions. "Mmmmm. This feels good. The floor was killing me." And Kim slid in beside me. And surprising me, Jenny slid in on the other side. Now this was a normal sized sofa, made for three. Laci taking her place between Jenny and the other end of the sofa had us all cozy. My arms were trapped between me and the two women, so I did the natural thing and pulled them free and put them on the back of the sofa. Kim took this as her cue to snuggle in against me. That was less of a surprise than her next move, which was to take the hand of that arm and pull it down over her shoulder, wrapping it around her. And the surprise ratcheted up a notch when Jenny's hand went inside my leg, ostensibly to pull herself closer to me to better fit Laci into the group.
I glanced at Jenny. Jenny's eyes met mine. "Oops," she said. "I didn't mean to grope Kim's guy."
"You groped MY guy?" Kim squealed. "Aunt Jenny!"
Jenny was reaching for the TV remote. "It was an accident." She snickered. "That's an outtie. I prefer innies. But I fear that we are overloading Tim's senses."
"Yeah, something like that." I said. "I haven't sat with this many pretty ladies in a long time. Like never."
"Silver words'll get you nowhere, buddy boy," Laci laughed.
And Kim put the cap on it. "Besides, Aunt Jenny, he's mine. I've got dibs." And when I turned to look at her, she smiled sweetly. She patted my hand, whispering theatrically. "I'm just saving you from ravenous females."
I looked at my watch. After eleven. "Well, ladies, I think it's time I go save myself. It has been a delightful evening with you all." I turned to sweet, pretty Kim. "And especially you, Miss Kim."
I got up, expecting to let myself out. Kim bounced up immediately, taking my hand, and then Jenny and Laci got up too. I led the gang to the door. "I can find the door, ladies," I said.
Laci laughed, "Yah hear that, Jen? He still calls us ladies."
Jenny smiled. "You can call us ladies, Tim. We're glad you joined us. But next time you get to play by Kimberly Rules. Just so you know."
And I was surprised to have Kim throw arms around my neck and kiss me lightly on the lips. "Thank you for sharing your day with me, Tim." And another kiss. "Tomorrow?"
"Sure, sweetie," I caught myself saying. "But after nine, okay?"
"Okay. G'nite, babe!"
I don't remember walking home.
I lay in bed after the shower and the shave and while I was drifting asleep, it was appearing that I'd acquired a teenaged girlfriend. An unusual teenaged girlfriend.
Sleep came. Good sleep. Really good sleep, because I awoke to a ringing, buzzing commotion as my cellphone tried jitterbugging at the end of its charger cable. I blinked my eyes, trying to clear then as I reached around to grab the phone. The clock said 09:00. The phone brought me a smile, because it had a number I didn't recognize and when I answered, the voice coming out was sweet and teenaged and sounded very much like Kim.
"Hi, babe," she said. "Did I wake you up?"
"Uh-huh," I said. "But I usually don't sleep this late anyway."
"I set my alarm for nine," she said. "And when it went off, I called you. If you come over, we're doin' breakfast here. Bacon and eggs and hash browns."
"Who's cooking that?" I asked.
"We all are," Kim answered. "Aunt Jenny's a pretty good cook. Me and Laci, we're helpin'."
"They said that I was invited?"
"Yeah. I won't tell you what else they said." Giggle.
"What else did they say?"
"Ummm, oh well, they said that I shouldn't HAVE to call. I should just roll over and slap you on the butt."
"Uh"
"Yeah, that's kinda what I said. Are you comin' over?"
"Yeah. I'll be there. In a few minutes. I need to get dressed."
Brightly, she answered. "'Kay, babe. See ya in a minute."
I hoped that weekend morning informal dress would work. I pulled on a pair of khaki shorts (belted, of course. Engineer, you know.) a colored, pocketed (that makes it formal) t-shirt, and shoes with athletic socks. Five minutes later I was let in the door by Kim in a nightshirt and ushered into the dining room. "Sit!" she said.
Jenny's head and shoulder appeared in the kitchen door. "How do you like your eggs?" She was wearing a football jersey. I couldn't see what was on the bottom half.
"Over easy works fine."
"Coffee?" came Laci's voice.
"God, yes," I said. "Two sugars. One cream."
Laci came in with a tray. "Do I look like a waitress?" The tray held mugs of steaming coffee and a sugar bowl and little pitcher of cream.
I looked. She was wearing a nightshirt, long t-shirt looking thing that ended at the thigh. It did little to hide some rounded curves and a nice pair of titties that despite the absence of a bra, were NOT sagging. In the back of my mind I was entertaining the thought that she was actually attractive. I took the offered tray and doctored my coffee to my taste. I was savoring caffeinated vapor and sipping when Kim sat a plate of food in front of me and sat down beside me with her own plate.
Jenny appeared with plates for herself and Laci. Jenny's football jersey was all she had on too, and hers ended slightly below the cheeks of her ass. I breathed deeply. At least she had panties on.
Kim looked at me. Yes, there were two other women in the room, women who, had it not been for them being lesbian, I would have, well, they WERE still attractive. But I had eyes for Kim. Only.
Kim smiled. "I forgot your orange juice."
"I'm okay, Kim," I said.
"Nope. I'll be right back." She came back with four glasses and a carton of juice. She sat back down, poured her and me each a cup and scooted her chair closer as we ate breakfast together. We finished together and as I sat back, I felt her hand pat my bare knee under the table. I couldn't let this go unacknowledged. I reached under the table and squeezed her fingers. She smiled at me.
We found out that four was entirely too many for the small kitchen of these apartments. Jenny and Kim shooed me out. I thanked them for breakfast and went back to my own apartment. Twenty minutes later there was the doorbell. I opened it, expecting Kim. It wasn't Kim. It was Jenny.
"Oh, hi," I said. "Come in."
"Tim, I don't have long, Laci's waiting on me, and Kim's taking her shower. We need to talk."
"We? About what?"
"Not what," she said, "who. Kim."
"Okay. You've got my attention." I was all ears.
She drew a breath. "Things are strange in my life right now. Laci an' me, well, we'd be living together, but she's worried about what it shows Kim. But that's not the half of it."
"No?"
"No. Kim's never been one to go on about guys. She's been on two, maybe three dates since she moved in with me. And then YOU come along. It's like somebody hit her in the head with a hammer. Tim, don't take this wrong, but she's thunderstruck. I've heard of it. I might even believe it, you know, 'love at first sight' but maybe it's fairy tale stuff, too, but you need to know"
"How do you know this?" I asked.
"Every time she's been with me the last two days it's been "Tim this" and "Tim that" and "He's so nice. Don't you think he's nice?"
"Look, Jenny. I just met her and you two days ago. I didn't do anything to encourage her. She's the neatest girl her age I've ever met. Make that ANY age. She's a dream for a geek like me. But I'm over twenty years older than her. I just thought I was somebody interesting to her, somebody to break the routine."
"So you're saying 'no way'? I mean, if she"
"Oh, I'd love to think it was possible. She's smarter than smart, and funny and mature and Do you see how **I** sound?" I don't know what I was trying to say.
"SO you would?"
"Hurt her? Never!"
"But what if she looks at you and says, 'Tim, I love you' Then what, Tim?"
"Then I have a very delicate balance to walk, because I've already had my heart ripped out by one woman."
"Don't you hurt my Kim, boy. She needs love. Not to be used. To be LOVED. I sound like I'm trying to convince you" Jenny's face told me volumes.
"No, Jen," I said. "I was teetering on the edge. I fear I may have just been pushed over."
"Good. Be good to her. I know where you live."
"Yeah, okay. Can Laci be the best man at our wedding?"
"Oh, shit, Tim! Wait'll I tell her you said that." Jenny left. I walked back to my recliner. Sat. I hadn't felt anything like that since I walked off the plane after Iraq.
The doorbell rang again. I opened it, knowing that this one was Kim. It was. "Okay, babe, what do YOU have in mind today?"
"D'ya have a problem with a ride around the countryside. A park maybe. Pretty day. Nature and all that?" She looked at me, those blue eyes expectant above the freckles punctuating her cheeks.
I couldn't help but smile. "A brilliant idea. Let me grab some stuff."
"Uh, what kind of stuff?" She eyed me.
"Babe!" I said. "New car. Nothing in it. We need to have a FEW things. Tools and such. AND, with the prospect of sitting in a park somewhere, perhaps a blanket to protect tender heinies from the immediate contact with nature"
Giggle. "You ARE an engineer."
"Yeah. Let's see I walked up the hall and retrieved an old blanket. "Here's a blanket that'll work. We can get the trouble bag out of the truck. I'll but the stuff to equip another one this week. Let's go, punkin"
"Punkin?" she squealed. "is that a good thing?"
"Everybody loves punkins, babe. Even forty year old engineers."
Hands wrapped around my biceps as we walked out. When I got back from the truck with the trouble bag, Kim was sitting in the driver seat, smiling. "You don't mind if I drive, do you?"
"To the gas station," I said. "I have a voucher from the dealer for a tank of gas. And then I drive."
"Oooo-kay" she feigned a pout. "I never have any fun"
"Little girl, your life is ALL fun right now. Wait'll you get into college"
And off we went. At the gas station, I filled us up, then we drove off with me in the driver seat. She reached over the console and took my hand. At the stoplight I looked at her face. That perfect, loving face. "Loving?"
"Uh, Tim" Little voice. "you don't mind talking to me, do you?"
"Nope, Kim, you're the easiest person in the world to talk to. These last two days have been an absolute blast."
"With me?"
"With you. I wish I was eighteen again. You'd be on my list for sure."
Her expression got a bit grim. "But since I'm sixteen, and you're forty, I'm a non-person" her eyes lost the gleam.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the light changed. "Not exactly, Kim. Twenty-four years is a lot of age difference. But there are things that I found out about you in the last two days that make you so much but twenty-four years"
Kim took control. "Tim Duncan. I am an honors student in high school. I have a 4.0 average in math, and that includes trig and calculus. I think I can tell you the difference between sixteen and forty-one. It's twenty-five. And I could've been a NUN for all I cared about boys in high school. The smart ones. The cool ones. The nerds. The geeks. The jocks. I didn't care. I even dated. A few times. D'you know what it's like being a female and going out with a guy and you want to talk about things like the space station or current events and you find out that what your chosen partner for the evening has in mind is a little exploration of your body? Or "babe, I know where there's a party, and they got beer an' weed"? And that's what passes for MY social life? I even went on a weekend with a church group. Separate buses for the boys and the girls. And you should've heard the stories the girls were tellin' each other. A church group! And **I** was the ONLY virgin in the bunch."
I listened, driving.
"And so here I am, living with my lesbian aunt, the one person in my life who treats me like family, and I've got most of the teachers in school looking upon me favorably, and life is just a little bit better, and the YOU walk into my life. It's like somebody whanged me in the head with a cast iron skillet."
She crossed her arms. Her bottom lip was stuck out. Not pouting. Determined. She continued. "It's like "Blam!" and a little voice said, "Kimberly, now that we have your undivided attention, that guy over there, HE'S the ONE.", and I am wondering what exactly that takes"
"What what takes?" I asked.
"Getting it through your terribly intelligent but apparently clueless skull."
"I think you're doing a pretty good job of it right now."
The smile came back. A little, anyway.
"Okay," I said. "My turn."
The smile waned. "I'm listening."
And a voice in my head, Jenny's saying "Don't you hurt my Kim." With that in mind, I asked, "You're in advanced placement classes, right?"
"Yes," she said, cautiously.
"Then you know about terms like forever and infinity and stuff like that."
A cautious nod.
"Well, let me tell you, Miss Kimberly Elkins, I once loved a woman and stood in front of friends and family and declared that love, forever, just like she did. 'Forever' didn't mean the same to her that it did to me. That liked to have killed me. For real. Had it not been for some of the friends and family, I would not have made it. As it was, I did. And when I tried to replace what was missing, I was treated very shabbily, used, by women who wanted something when they offered little in return." I heaved in a breath. "So, Miss Kimberly, what does LOVE mean to you? And I KNOW you know what forever is."
Serious-faced Kim looked at me. "Don't you think that didn't cross my mind? When I graduate from college, I will be twenty and you will be forty-five. Under present day actuarial figures (WHAT??? I was playing with a sixteen year old girl who knew "actuarial"?), you're pretty much assured, being in good health, of living until you're eighty, and a bit more. Using that math that you accuse me of knowing, I think we will have forty good years together. Now, Mister Engineer, wouldn't you rather have forty good years with the person you love than forty years without them? I thought real love wasn't about physical things like looks and age."
I couldn't help the smile. "Is this the way that it's always going to be?"
"Is WHAT the way?"
"You being right all the time."
"Always?" she beamed.
"You're not the only one who can get struck by lightning. Or a cast iron skillet."
Her eyes brightened. "So do you"
"Love you? Yes, Kimberly Elkins. I love you."
"I love you too, Tim," the words rushed out. She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it.
"Now what, little love?" I asked.
"We had a day planned, didn't we?' She smiled. "Let's do it."
"So it shall be," I said. Oh, there was still turmoil in my head. But there was a big spot of thought that was settled. And very happy. Looking at a smile I would come to know and savor, apparently so was Kim. My Kim.
We did drive through the countryside, autumn in the Deep South being different than up north, and a riverside park provided us a place to spread that blanket out.
I did the spreading. Kim knelt in the middle of it, and for the first time, I could really LOOK at her without feelings of guilt or worry that she'd see me looking longer than was acceptable. Her face turned toward me. A zephyr blew a wisp of hair across her face and she shook it back in place with a toss of her head, leaving her bangs in delicious disarray. Her blue eyes. The slight smile on her lips. Trusting. She extended her hand.
"Here. Beside me." She said it with serious tone. I complied.
She got close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The little kiss last night? Today's was better. Softer, tentative, yet. She sighed. And kissed, we kissed again. I barely parted my lips and brushed my tongue across her lips. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue met mine. For the first time. Her lips pressed harder and her tongue explored. Finally we broke, with us sighing in duet.
"Tim," she said, "I hope I don't disappoint you, but that was my first real kiss. With a grown-up guy. For real. Not little kids."
"It was the absolute most wonderful kiss I have ever had, Kim."
"No, you don't have to say that, Tim. I know you've been with other women. More experienced and all that."
"No, baby, YOU need to understand. You kissed because YOU wanted to kiss ME, not because you were just with somebody and you were expected to kiss. And I didn't think that there was a snowball's chance in hell that I'd ever get a kiss like that again in my life. No, Kimberly, your kiss is my rebirth."
She pushed me gently back onto the blanket and smothered me with little kisses. And I smothered back. She had her hand on my chest, my neck, her leg insinuated between mine, and I felt stirrings Stirrings, hell, I was as hard as a rock.
Our blanket, though beautiful fall afternoon in a public park we were already on the edge as far as public display of affection. I caressed her face, feeling the velvet skin. She pressed her cheek against my hand, her smile alluring yet demure.
"Tim," she said, "it's not just kissing. I've never nothing. Never touched a guy never been touched. I've read. And TV and movies and stuff. And listened to other people talkin'."
"Don't worry, baby," I said. "You're in control. We do what you want, when you want. If something makes you nervous, or whatever, you say stop and we'll stop. I'm not in heat. I am just loving my amazing partner."
Another kiss. A hot kiss. "Okay. Let's pick up our blanket and go back. We can eat an early dinner."
"Okay, love," I said. We stood and I folded the blanket and with it under one arm, and with her on the other, we returned to the SUV.
The drive back to town was enriched as we talked about things like her plans for further education, ("I'm sixteen. I'm not SURE what I want to do. Major? I am just not sure.") classes, (I help the teachers in calculus class and I help out in algebra instead of doing study hall) and reading (speculative science fiction.) and I got the feeling with each mile behind us that this was not just an unusual young girl, but a UNIQUE young girl.
"So you were in the army?" she asked.
"Yeah. ROTC paid for some of my college. I had to serve four years when I finished."
"What'd you do in the army?" she asked.
"I was a lieutenant in the combat engineers. Helped people cross ditches and blew up things."
"Uh Ohhhhh!"
"Thousands of people in the army, Kim. I was just one of em."
"And you used to run around the country building things?"
"Yes, baby. It's one way an engineer can earn a living. If you're good at it, people will come looking for you with good money in their hands. But living on the road gets old after a while. So I got a job at the plant across the river. And then I rented an apartment"
Giggle. "That's almost as good as 'Once upon a time', Tim" she said. Apparently I wasn't going to be given use of my right hand, because she was holding it for all she was worth.
Easing back into town, she said, "Uh. Tim, can we just do a hamburger for supper?"
"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want."
"A burger. And then home." And that sounded pretty definitive.
Home. A two bedroom apartment. The abode of a single guy, forty, well, forty-one, actually, who when he signed the lease had a pretty solid plan for a life a semi-solitude. And that guy, me, was walking in the front door with a sixteen-year old girl holding his hand.
If I was your typical lecher, I guess I'd have been thinking I'd hit the jackpot, but that wasn't me. I was really more scared and nervous than I'd ever been in my life. My long-departed wife and I, neither one of us had been virgins, innocent, when we met and merged and eventually married. My own virginity had disappeared at seventeen in one of those blurs of a little purloined alcohol and a few friends including the proverbial "experienced" girl to whom I was just another interesting face and different dick for the evening.
And here I was with this complex set of characteristics that was Kim. And she'd told me she was a virgin, and her aunt had told me that she was inexperienced with dating, much less being in love, and I had no idea as to how this was all supposed to work.
I'm an engineer. Materials and forces all follow established laws. I can take a piece of copper and from a few measurements I can determine how much electricity will pass through it before it gets too hot, and how much more before it will fail. But this wasn't a material, this was Kim, and on the third day since we'd met, the last thing I wanted was to hurt her in any way.
She'd said "love" and I wanted to be her source of love and happiness and good feelings and laughter. That quirky smile of hers? I wanted that to be MY smile. Her laughter? I wanted it to be MINE. Those clear blue eyes? I wanted to wake and see them as the first image in my day. When she grinned and the corners of her eyes crinkled, I wanted that to be mine. So I was scared as I pushed the key into the lock. I let her into the door ahead of me and shut it behind me.
She reached around and turned the deadbolt. Then she pushed ME back against the door and I was glad for her height because I just tilted my face down for my lips to meet hers and her arms wrapped me and all I could do was reciprocate, my right hand on her shoulder and my left on her waist, and she insinuated her body against me.
"Tim," she sighed, her lips inches from mine, "I don't know if this is gonna work."
Horror coursed through my veins.
And she grinned, "I mean, we're "Tim n' Kim." That's just too contrived for me to imagine. I don't know if I can stand it" It was an evil grin.
"I'm going to the courthouse tomorrow and change my name to Beauregard, you little beast. Or we change yours to Heloise."
Smirk. Giggle. "Nah. Tim n' Kim sounds okay." Another kiss. Twinkly eyes. And a grin. "Babe, your face gives you away. Remind me never to let you play poker with me an' Aunt Jenny and Laci. They'll clean you out."
"You took advantage, babe! Here I was, all caught up in the moment, tenderly kissing the love of my live and she pulls horrid tricks on me."
Another kiss. "Does that make it better, babe?" she asked.
"It may take several." I said, over-acting, to her delight.
"Let's see if I know how to fix it, then." She smiled. "There's something you do that I want to see you do today."
"What?" My mind was running fast through a stack of possibilities and none of them were coming up as likely.
"Yesterday you sat in your recliner while we were talking. Go sit!"
That one hadn't even been on the list. I sat and tilted back.
"I hope that thing can hold both of us," she giggled, sitting on the arm and then sliding back into my lap.
What do you think I'd do? I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her.
She cooed in my ear, "I wanted to just jump in your lap yesterday."
"You'd've given me a heart attack, princess."
Giggle. "I know. But I thought about it. Wanted to."
I said, "But, babe, you'd just met me the day before."
"Yeah," she said. "I know. My head was still ringing from that skillet. And helping you Saturday, putting your stuff tougher, straightening up stuff, every time I It was like turning over a rock, and there's a gold coin. And another rock, and another coin. And another rock"
Conversation was punctuated with kisses. My hands caressed her back and shoulders and I ran my fingers through that sassy brown hair and let my fingertips tickle the back of her neck. She purred. "Mmmmm, gosh, Tim, I feel like I'm SUPPOSED to be here."
"You are, sweetness." Her shirt had ridden up a little, exposing her waist above her shorts. And my hand touched velvet, warm skin. "You feel good to me, too." And she was caressing my face with one hand as we kissed, the other cradling my head.
Another purr. "mmmmm I knew when you touched me it would feel like this" Our lips met and she purred as we kissed, her tongue touching, exploring my own.
And I had a problem. Not a particularly BIG problem, just a "middle of the Gaussian distribution" six inches, but those six inches wanted to be straight, and they weren't. I kept trying to push the discomfort out of my mind, but five feet eight inches and a hundred and forty pounds of sixteen-year old curled in my lap kissing me was making sure that the problem wouldn't go away. I couldn't stand it any longer. Finally, I said, "Babe, I hate to ask, but could you get up for a second"
She started to maneuver off my lap. "I knew it. I'm too big"
"Oh, god, no, sweetie I need to move."
Her eyes saw the part that needed moving and they widened perceptibly. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I told you, I don't know ANYTHING. I wasn't thinking"
"Neither was it," I said. "It just reacts."
"That's not an 'it', that's a 'he'," she said. "And I Tim, I've never kissed a guy, much less sat on his lap like we're doing I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," I said, standing. I turned away and adjusted it so it was pointed in a direction that made it happier, and the activity and the change in conversation and the absence of the soft roundness of Kim's bottom in my lap, well, it lost a lot of urgency. Still, I left it pointed up, semi-hard, and I sat back down.
Kim's eyes. A little smile. "I did that"
"Yes, undeniably, you did that. 'That' doesn't do that by itself." I said.
"Is it okay? Can I?"
I held my arms out for her to resume her place on my lap.
"I'll be careful," she said, returning to my arms.
"That has nothing to do with you being careful, cutie. It is almost a reflex, a reaction to a beautiful, happy female in my arms, and you are the most beautiful, and I hope, very happy."
Kiss. Long kiss. And a sigh. "Very happy."
"Good," I said. "I am too."
She looked into my eyes. "I think you're blind, though."
"Blind? Not me why?"
"You keep saying I'm beautiful."
"Little one," I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the end of her slightly upturned nose, "you are beautiful. You're tall, well-proportioned, you have beautiful eyes, a smile that would melt stones, that beautiful head of hair, a constellation of freckles that demand to be respected, lips to die for beauty that requires no artificial enhancement. Yes, I think you're beautiful. And I love you. But I thought you were beautiful when I saw you standing on the sidewalk Friday with your arms crossed."
"Arms crossed I don't I'm not my titties aren't big. Guys like big ones."
"Some guys do. I wait, remember who said that real love wasn't about physical things like looks?"
"Yeah, but" she stuttered.
"No buts. But since you brought the subject up, I think you're absolutely perfect. In every way. Nothing I'd change, even if I could."
"Are you sure?"
I kissed her as an answer. I felt her hand on my chest, touching, exploring, then moving up to caress my neck.
"Babe, your shirt" her forehead was touching mine, our eyes locked.
"My shirt?" I whispered.
"Take it off. It's not such a big deal for guys"
How innocent my Kim was. Yes, it was no big deal, if we were talking about swimming or lounging around the pool. We'd done that. She knew what my chest looked like, and she knew that I wasn't smooth-chested. But she asked. And sat back to clear me to pull my shirt up over my head. The hand that was simply soothing and arousing in a dreamy way a minute before was like lightning when she touched my bare chest. It was my turn to purr. "mmmmm," I moaned softly.
"You like this, baby?" she asked.
"Your touch it's like cool fire it's been so long since I was touched and you touch me, and it's like I was NEVER touched before"
She leaned forward to put her lips against mine, her hand exploring my chest. She covered my breast with her hand and gripped, squeezed, then released, her fingers dragging to land her fingertips on my nipple. I shuddered.
"You like that, hmmmm?"
Yesssss," I hissed.
"If I keep doing stuff like this I'm not being fair, am I?"
"Fair has nothing to do with anything. Your touch is electric, Kim."
"Babe, I love you. You have to KNOW I do."
"And?" I asked.
"And, well, I'm Tim, you're going to be my first, my only. But it's not going to be tonight."
"Babe, I don't care. I'm not trying to get in your pants. I want in your heart."
"You're in there, babe. Timothy Duncan, you ARE there." Kiss.
I said, "I want to be in YOUR head."
"There,too." Another kiss. And a sigh, a little exasperated. "But you've fallen in love with a girl who's having a stupid period."
"All things in due time, dearest," I said, kissing her with little kisses across her cheeks and nose. "You are my precious angel, and you get to say if, or when"
"You haven't tried" she said.
"I want you, baby. What red-blooded man wouldn't. But I want you because you want me, not because I sweet-talked you or put a guilt trip on you or got you drunk or high or whatever. And kissing you, caressing you, having you in my arms, you've brought things back to life that have been dead for years."
She took my hand and pressed its palm against her breast. I felt firm sweet flesh.
"These are yours, too, babe. I touch me." She pulled her shirt off, then started to unfasten her bra.
"No, let me," I said. She eased forward into my arms and I unhooked two hooks. She shrugged it off and dropped it beside the chair, sitting back.
I saw perfect "B" cups. Pink areoles, less than an inch in diameter. Nipples were perked up like pink pencil erasers. I touched, letting my fingers savor the feeling of this young girl's beauty. My fingers touched her nipples and she shuddered. Then smiled. "I did that to you? No wonder you jumped."
"You're beautiful. These are perfection." I bent forward as she looked, almost in disbelief. My lips closed over her left nipple. Her hands went to my head. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps this was further than she was willing to go, but that thought went away as her hands pulled me into her chest. And when I used my tongue
"Mmmmnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, oh, Tim! Ohhhhhh I Ohhhhhhh" and she did pull my head back, replacing her nipple with her mouth.
"Babe" she said, breaking the kiss. "I want you. But not tonight"
"I want you too. And we better slow down"
"Oh, god, I don't want to" she sighed heavily. "Damn period. Baby, I I didn't mean, to, you know tease you"
I sighed. I was more erect than I can ever remember. And she kissed me and it was okay.
"Can we just go this far?" she asked. Her eyes were honest.
"As far as you want to go," I said. As I said it, I ran my hands across her bare back, my fingers savoring the feel of her smooth skin, healthy, soft, and her reactions were purrs as she lay her head on my shoulder, melting into me.
Her hand curved up to let her run her fingers through my short hair, toying with it as we breathed in unison. Then her fingers stiffened and she turned my head and her face rose to kiss me.
"You touch me and make me feel loved," she said.
"That's because I love you," I said, pushing my lips through the soft sleekness of her hair.
"You know, even though I'm having a stupid period, we could, uh, take our pants off, she said. "Get us a little closer together."
I mulled this thought over for about a second and a half. "I could feel those pretty legs against mine," I said.
She reacted by standing up and unfastening her jeans, all the while staring at me. The zipper came down and she spread them and eased them down past her hips, revealing pink hip-hugger panties. God, I wanted her
A sexy wiggle and those jeans collected at her ankles and she stepped out. "Your turn," she smiled.
I stood and she took my place sitting in my recliner, watching. I unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my own jeans, then unzipped. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. "Last chance before they go down, babe," I said.
"Oh, Tim, I'm sitting here in my panties in your living room." She stuck her tongue out at me.
I slid my jeans down and stepped out of them, my own briefs tented out from a tremendous erection. Yes, they were briefs, but at least they weren't white. Royal blue.
"Come closer," she said.
My mind ran through several possible results of obeying, and all of them were good. I stepped up to stand in front of her. She looked up at me. Her hands reached out and touched my chest, her fingers curling in the hair there. Her fingers straightened and she drew in a breath. I did, too Oxygenation. I might just need it. Her hands slid down my chest onto my stomach.
"You're my guy now, aren't you, Tim?" she asked, her cool blue eyes connecting with mine. "Mine. Like in happily ever after?"
"Like in forever. And you and I will work out the "happy" together."
Her hands slid down until the heels of her palms were resting on the elastic band of my briefs.
Oxygen! My brain needed it! I breathed again. Her hands traveled away from my belly around my waist and gently pulled me closer. I eased forward. The tent in my briefs was mere inches from her mouth and I could feel her breath, even through the cloth. Her hands slid further back and she slid them down, cupping my ass. My knees were quivering as her fingers touched me through the fabric. She let them explore my butt. I've never had a woman actually explore my ass, but it was being done now as our eyes stayed connected.
Her tongue licked her slightly open lips as her thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband on either side of my spine and pulled down. I felt the air hit bare skin on my butt. This was the last chance I'd have. I put my hands on the sides of that pretty face and I squatted in front of her and kissed her.
"Baby, are you sure? I don't do this for fun."
"I love you, Tim," she said. "Let me Stand up."
I resumed standing. She dragged my briefs down under the cheeks of my ass, then her fingers followed the elastic around to the front. My hard prod was preventing the briefs from sliding down easily. Her fingers tugged the waistband away from my belly and then down, freeing my dick, its circumcised head purplish and exuding a tiny wetness of lubricant.
Her eyes left mine. They were fixed on my throbbing hardness. She paused for a second and then finished pulling my briefs down past my thighs. They feel around my ankles. I didn't dare move for fear of breaking a fragile moment. Her eyes turned back up to my face. "I Tim, I've never never seen a guy's when I wanted to LOOK. And touch "
"Oh, my baby, Kim" I got ready for my knees to give up completely because I saw her fingers start towards my erection. The first touch has less physical impact than a butterfly landing on a rose, but lightning coursed through me.
She curled her fingers around it, being drawn by her natural curiosity. A tentative squeeze gave me yet another chance to overcome collapse. Her hand loosened and she moved it and discovered the outer skin sliding over the hard shaft beneath it. And then her other hand joined the first, the fingertips of that hand tracing, testing the purple helmet throbbing before her. She noticed my shudder this time.
"Are you okay, babe?" she asked, her eyes reading my face.
"Uh-huh," I managed to utter.
"Would it be easier if you we got in bed?" Her eyes twinkled. "Then I won't worry about you shaking every time I touch you."
I nodded and she popped up out of the chair, herself nude except for those pink panties, her proud young breasts defying gravity in their sassy swell. She took me by the hand and led me towards the bed. She turned down the covers and knelt in the middle, patting the clean sheets in front of her. "Lay down," she commanded.
I complied. She crawled over me, her breasts pressing into my chest, her pink hard nipples punctuating the feelings surrounding a passionate kiss. Those long legs spread to the outside of my own and I felt her panty-clad mons rub a path over my dick. I moaned. She moaned, too, grinding that soft mound into me.
"It's gonna be good for us, babe," she said. "It is."
I couldn't do much more than groan. She rolled sideways off me.
"I can't believe it's so hard, babe. When I do this" her hand stroked gently over the head and down the length of the shaft, "Does it feel good? I'm I don't KNOW. I've heard, but I never"
"It feels wonderful, baby," I said. "You've got me so excited"
"Like in orgasm, like they told us about in sex ed?"
"Like that, babe. If you do that much longer, it's gonna squirt all over"
The curiosity on her face mixed with mischief. Kim was making me VERY happy and this was exciting to her. "This?" she asked, her hand playing over my dick.
She was obviously not experienced, but my joy of sharing in her discovery had me aroused far past anything I'd ever experienced before. "Oh, yeah. Just a light grip and slide the skin up and down."
And her fingers of her other hand found my balls, and tickled and I lost it. "Unnghhh!" I grunted as the first spurt leapt from my dick, launched to parts unknown.
"Eek! Now what?" she squealed.
I took her hand with mine and pressed her fingers around me and milked in time to augment the second surge which landed over my shoulder on the sheets. The third and fourth ended up on my chest and belly and then subsequent, at least seven, surged out and over our hands together. I collapsed back onto the pillow.
"Wow! Is it always like that?" she giggled.
"No, little one, it's NEVER been like that. You move me to new heights." |
Explorations
Chapter One
1964. I was twelve. It was the cooling part of autumn, and Mom and Dad announced that they were going to do their regular Friday night thing, go across the street to the neighbors and play cards. That would kill the evening for them. They were usually home around eleven, and since it was just across the street, they left me at home with my ten year old sister, Pammy.
Except this time we werent alone. The neighbors across the street also had a ten year old daughter Jilly who happened to be my sisters best friend, and she was spending the night at our house.
And thats where we were at seven in the evening, me laying on the sofa watching the beginning of one western or another, and the two girls sitting in the middle of the floor doing something that involved a couple of baby dolls, squeaky voices, and a lot of giggling.
The TV didnt have anything to hold my interest, and I certainly didnt have interest in playing dolls, so I got up and retreated to my room. Since Mom made sure wed bathed before she left, I was in my pajamas. They were cotton, and new and since Mom was frugal, shed bought oversized to make sure I didnt outgrow them before they had some miles on them. So there I was in my bed, leaned back, reading some book.
I could hear the conversation going on up the short hall into the living room.
Jilly said, Whered Dan go?
Pammy answered, Oh, hes probably in his room reading or something.
Oh, Jilly said, you think hed read to us?
I dunno, said Pammy. He reads to me. Ever since I was little. She was right. I was a good reader at an early age and Mom and Dad were relieved when I took over the bedtime story duties. I did pretty good with Pammys favorite Dr. Seuss and other childrens books. Many a night shed fallen asleep curled up against me as I read to her.
So here come two ten year old girls with a Dr. Seuss book. Danny, said Pammy, will you read to us? She called me Danny when she wanted a favor.
I tilted my book down and looked at them. Youre ten. You know how to read. Go read it yourself.
Pammy jumped into my bed and looked at me. She verged on skinny, with blonde, sun-bleached hair that Mom kept cut in a practical and convenient page-boy cut, with bangs straight across her forehead at eyebrow level and the rest of her hair just at her jawline. Blue eyes looked at me expectantly. Please she said.
Jilly bounced onto the bed too. Jilly wasnt skinny. She wasnt exactly fat, but she had what people liked to call baby fat, just the slightest amount of pudginess to her. Her face was rounded and her dark brown hair was short and naturally curly, forming a wreath around her face. Her eyes were green and she had a magic combination of olive complexion and freckles, and to this day I seldom remember her not at least on the verge of a smile. Yeah, please, Dan.
I resigned myself. It wasnt that unpleasant a task. I stuck a bookmark into my book and set it on the night stand and took Pammys book. Okay, I said.
Two squeals later I had Jilly on my left side and Pammy on my right, snuggled in beside me so they could look at the pages as I read. Pammy wrapped her arms around my biceps and Jilly had her cheek against my shoulder and I sniffed the wafting smell of two freshly bathed little girls as I started to read.
And it happened. I was TWELVE, for heavens sake. And like many twelve year old boys, I had a dick with a mind of its own. And this is the time that it decided to get hard. I wasnt having erotic thoughts. No fantasies. No caressing. I was reading a Dr. Seuss book to two ten year olds, and my dick got hard. That in itself wouldnt have been a problem. I was used to it getting hard at inopportune times and I could ignore it, and I was pretty good at faking a limp or whatever to hide it from the world at large and sitting cross-legged in bed, it shouldnt have been a problem, except for those oversized pajamas.
Hey, said Jilly, your thing is sticking out!
What? I asked.
Your thing. Its poking out of your PJs.
I looked down and there it was, the head and about an inch and a half of its maybe four inches poking through the open fly of my pajamas. I turned red. Really red. Im sorry, I said. These pajamas are too big. I dropped the book and reached my hands down to rearrange my fly.
And thats when things went off track.
Wait, said Jilly. I wanna look at it. I havent ever seen one up close. She turned to Pammy and asked, Have you seen one?
Pammy did her little smile that verged on a smirk. Ive seen Dannys. A buncha times. We used to take baths together when we were little. An sometimes I play with it.
Jillys eyes lit up. He lets you play with it?
Uh-huh, said Pammy. She looked at me. You gonna let Jilly play with it?
Jilly, I said, you cant ever tell anybody. Wed get in a lot of trouble for playin nasty.
Jillys eyes were twinkly. I promise I wont tell nobody.
You can touch it, then.
Her little hand reached out and her index finger touched the head gently. It twitched.
Eek! she said, jerking her hand back. Did I hurt it?
No, I said. That felt good. Sometimes it jerks when it feels good.
Yeah, chirped Pammy. It wiggles when I play with it.
Oh, said Jilly, then her fingers wrapped around it gently. Then she squeezed, kind of tentatively. Its hot! And soft an hard at the same time!
Danny, said Pammy, Take your PJs off so she can see it all.
Okay, I said, and the two of them moved back as I scooted out of my PJs.
The top, too. Said Pammy.
And I was naked, and a ten year old girl was wanting to explore my twelve year old dick. This was promising. The two of them were now sitting at one end of my bed and I was sitting at the other.
Pammy started giving a lesson. See, she said, cupping my little sack in her hand, these are his balls. He likes it when you kind bounce them in your hand and kinda tug on them. But NEVER squeeze but just a little bit, cuz it hurts him really bad.
Pammy removed her hand and Jillys replaced it. Her fingers explored happily and thoroughly. She squeezed gently. Is this too hard? she asked.
No I said, if you was squeezing too hard Id jump and make you stop.
She grinned. Pammy wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my dick. You can squeeze this pretty hard, though. But if you just barely squeeze it, you can slide the skin up and down, an he likes that. An the end of it makes him feel real good.
I was thinking that Pammy not only learned her lessons well, but she was good little teacher. I also noticed she was licking her lips and looking at me while Jilly was studying the new live toys in her grasp.
And thats when Jilly dropped her next little bombshell.
Youre sposed to suck on it, she announced, matter of factly.
My eyes met Pammys for a brief, knowing second. What makes you think that? I asked.
Jilly s eyes twinkled and she was in full grin. One night I was on the sofa in my living room and they thought I was asleep, an Dad came out of the bathroom just wearin his shorts, an Mom stopped him right there in the hall an she kneeled down in front of him and took out his thing and sucked on it. An they both made noises like they really liked it. And I saw it.
Pammy spoke up. I didnt know other people did that. I suck on Dans pee-pee a lot. He likes it. Shed called it my pee-pee ever since she was old enough to give it a name. I knew it was a dick from the schoolyard vocabulary lessons, but if she wanted to call it a pee-pee, I was okay with it, as long as she wanted to play with it.
Jilly looked at me. I was hoping to hear what she said next. Can I suck on your thingie?
Yeah, like I was going to refuse THAT request. Sure, I said.
And Jilly scooted forward and bent over, bringing her face close to my dick as I laid back to give her room. She saw a drop of clear fluid on the head of my dick. That was something that had been happening to me for a few months now. Pammy knew all about it. She savored it like it was her personal reward for playing with me.
Wait, she said. Its got stuff coming out. Is that pee?
No, said Pammy. He does that when it feels real good. It tastes kinda salty. I like it. She smiled.
Jilly said, Then you do it first. I wanna see you do it first.
And Pammy did just that. A sweet young pair of lips closed over the head of my dick, an hour later than they would have if Jilly hadnt been there. Pammy and I were very capable of entertaining each other when we had the chance. Her blonde hair swayed sexily as her head bobbed down and she took my whole dick in her mouth. Her tongue lovingly curved under the shaft inside her mouth and her wet lips slid up and down as her head bobbed. As she pulled back away, her eyes met mine, a smile formed around my dick, and she said, Mmmmmm. And she popped it out of her mouth. Did ya like that?
Oh, yes, you KNOW I like that! I said.
Jilly said, Move! Its MY turn. Those green eyes twinkled and she lowered her mouth toward the head of my dick. Here goes, she said. Its like sharing a lollipop. Opening her mouth wide, she lowered her mouth over it without touching it, then she closed her lips around the shaft. And she went Mmmm too.
Her head popped up and she grinned at me. I like that, she said. Its so neat! And down she went again.
And Pammy went into little teacher mode again, saying, Slide it in and out of your mouth. Make your lips wet, an use your tongue. An he likes it if you bite it real gentle. Soft.
I heard more mmmmm coming from my groin and that tousled brown head bobbed up and down as she explored the possibilities presented with her new toy. A few more bobs of her head with those lips sliding up and down the shaft of my dick and she said Mmmmmm I think I got some of your stuff.
She sucked on me noisily. I could do this all day, Jilly said. Its fun. Then her fingers stroked underneath my balls.
You can lick those, continued Pammy. He likes that. You can kinda put your mouth over them and suck REAL gentle. And if you kinda nibble on the skin of his sack, he likes that, too. Pammy was right. As Jilly put her new found knowledge to work, I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her head, and surprisingly, Pammy stroked her hair.
I looked at Pammie and she was smiling sweetly. I slid my hand between Pammys thighs and she guided it to her little pussy. I slid my fingers in the moisture of her little slit, but I was having trouble concentrating on that task, what with Jilly slurping on my dick.
After a minute or two more of the pleasure of a curious little girl exploring my dick and balls with her singers and mouth, I said, Okay, its MY turn.
Jilly rocked up to a kneeling position and looked at me curiously. What do you do?
I get to play with you down there, and lick yours. And Pammys.
Jilly looked at Pammy. B-but thats where we PEE from!
Pammy giggled, What do you think you just had in your mouth? Thats where HE pees from.
But thats different, said Jilly. Even when I wipe mine, theres still gotta be a little bit left. Yuck! She turned to me, incredulous. You LIKE that?
Yeah I do, I said, its pretty neat. And Pammy likes it a lot. Pammy, take off your panties and let me show Jilly what we do.
Pammy rolled backwards in the bed, sticking her legs in the air and slid her panties up off them. Then she drew her knees halfway up and spread, opening a deliciously pink and moist little girl pussy to me. I kneeled between her legs and lowered my face to the pink lips of her pussy. I breathed deeply through my nose, savored a bouquet of sweet and sexy and salty, and then ran my tongue gently up each lip, tasting the moisture. Both of us went mmmmmmm, and then I ran my tongue between those sweet lips, curling the tip to gather some juice to taste. I lightly passed over her tiny clit, and she shuddered a little.
And Jilly dropped a third bomb. Can I taste?
I sat back and Pammy sat up. She said, Boys is supposed to do things to girls an girls is suposed to do things to boys, matter of factly.
I looked at Pammy having never thought of her as a bit prudish after our relationship together. Then I looked a Jilly. Jilly looked kind of sad.
Pammy looked at Jilly too. But, she said, were just playin, so its okay! She smiled sweetly and laid back.
I was treated to the sight of one ten year old girl going down on another, and I didnt even know what going down meant. Jillys tongue hit Pammys pussy. I could tell by the mmmmm coming from Pammys mouth.
Jilly raised back up and licked her lips, showing me the little pink tongue that was pleasuring me so much a few minutes ago. Not bad, she said. I can see how you might like that. You can lick her for a little bit, then I want you to do me, okay?
Pammy sighed as I slid back between her legs and returned to lapping at her sweet pussy. I dearly loved my little sister and the idea of pleasuring her as much as she pleasured me was very satisfying. Her breathing became ragged, and finally she gently pushed on my head. Jillys turn, she said.
I rocked back to a kneeling position and looked at Jilly who was grinning as she slid from a sitting position, her back propped up on a couple of pillows as she spread her legs. She opened her legs a little wider and her pussy lips parted slightly, glistening with little girl wetness in anticipation. As I was anticipating, though, Pammy was like a flash, sliding on her belly between Jillys open thighs. And her mouth clamped on Jillys waiting pussy.
Jillys mouth formed an Ooooo and Pammys eager tongue and lips encountered their first experience with a pussy. I settled back and let Pammy and Jilly have a minute, stroking Pammys sleek head as she licked and sucked. They seemed to be enjoying themselves . I let my hand roam over the roundness of Pammys ass, then my fingers found their way into the moistness of her pussy. As my fingers made their way to the front of her cleft, she humped against my fingers, so I knew she was enjoying it.
Finally, Pammys head popped up and she looked at me. Jilly was almost in dreamland. Is that how mine looks? she asked.
Kinda, I said. Jillys lips are little puffier. Your little button sticks out a little different.
Pammy smiled. I guess were all a little bit different. Your turn, she said.
She and I changed places between Jillys thighs and I got my first taste of Jillys pussy. It was a wonderful taste, too, and Jilly put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me into her. At first Pammy stayed very close to my face, watching my lips and tongue work over Jillys pussy. She oooohed when I started lightly flicking my tongue on the tip of Jillys little clit and Jilly moaned and wiggled upward to meet me.
Her hands touched the back of my head and she said, Yeah. Right there. Lick it right there. My tongue enjoyed the little poke of her little clit, but I couldnt resist moving down to lick the juices coming from her little hole, either.
By then Pammy was behind me and her hand was tugging on my dick underneath me. For the next little while, we were a little sexual kaleidoscope, constantly changing whose mouth and hands were doing what to who.
Somewhere along the line, the girls nightgowns came off, and we were all nude, and little pre-pubescent nipples proved to be an enjoyable thing to add to the things to suck and nibble and tease and touch. Since theyd broken that little barrier about licking each other, we had a happy time and nobody had to sit back and watch and I never had a second that I didnt have a young hand and lips on my dick. It was wonderful.
Now up to this time in my life, I had yet to have a real orgasm. Oh, yes, it felt really good, and Pammy and I would play with each other for hours, and things would get very intense, and Id feel the pressures and waves of pleasure building, but theyd get to a point that I just couldnt stand any more, and wed stop, breathless and quivering, and Id hold Pammy and things in my loins would ebb, and then it was back to touching and rubbing and sucking.
Pammy didnt have orgasms either. She was only ten now, and shed get very excited, but she never went over the edge, and if we had the opportunity, the end of our little sexual exercises ended up with me having a very calm and relaxed little sister. On more than one occasion Mom and Dad came home and found Pammy snuggled up against me in my bed, but here was always one of her books on the nightstand, so they just thought they shed fallen asleep while I was reading to her. Sometimes theyd take her to her bedroom, sometimes they wouldnt. More than once I woke up in the middle of the night with a little girl intently sucking on my soft little dick.
But as of yet, no orgasms. No squirt of semen. But I did let go of some pretty good-sized amounts of clear pre-cum. Pammy had discovered this little contribution the first time it happened a year earlier and was in love with the idea that she could play with my dick and get something that tasted good to her and it was solely dependent on her doing something pleasurable to me, just like her little juicy pussy rewarded my efforts.
So our little pile of arms and legs and hands and mouths and eager genitalia went on for a while, and I was laid on my back, still hard, and Jilly was snuggled alongside me. I had my fingers between Jillys pussy lips and her little nipple in my mouth. Pammy was sucking on me this time, and she stopped and looked at me with that Im thinking look she gets sometimes.
Dan, she said, It feels good when you rub mine, and it feels good when I rub yours. I think it would feel good if we rub them together.
It sounded interesting. So, I said, how are we going to do that?
She said, Move over, Jilly, an let me get on top of him. And Pammy straddled my hips, positioning her moist little pussy over my hard dick. And she pressed her pussy down on the shaft of my dick, trapping it pointing towards my head between her pussy and my belly. As she slid back and forth, we were lubricated by her juices and mine, and I wrapped my hands around her hips and held on as she slid back and forth.
Jilly was fascinated. I was stimulated. And Pammy kept rocking back and forth, her pussy grinding on the shaft of my dick, and we didnt understand the significance, but her little clit was sliding up and down my shaft. Pammys expression changed from the giggly smile that was normal during our session to a more intent look, and her movements became more measured and intense.
Are you okay? I asked. I kept my hands on her hips and she held onto my forearms and kept rocking and started making little mmm, mmm, mnnn, mmm, mmm sounds. And her breathing changed. And her eyes closed.
Yessss, she let the answer hiss from between her teeth. I dont wanna stop. And she was now biting her lower lip, and her knees were gripping my hips and the mm, mmm, mmm changed to uhhh, uhhhh, mmmm, uhhh, and finally she gave one hard thrust and froze. And went mmmmmmmmmmmm, then breathed. And that is when I discovered that my little sister flushed, turned red from her neck down, when she came, because Id just watched her have her first orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled a little weakly.
I dont know what just happened, she said, but it was wonderful. I love you, Dan. And she slid off me and lay down beside me and for another first, kissed me full on the lips.
Jilly was just as amazed as I was. What happened? she asked. Look! Youre blushing from your chin to your bellybutton.
Pammy took a deep breath. It was wonderful. I was just rubbing our things together back and forth, then it started feeling real good, better than ever before. And I kept going and it got better and better and all of a sudden it was like I had this fire down there but it felt really good and I kept on and it, like, exploded. I never felt so good in my life.
Jilly looked at me. I wanna try that.
Yeah, so Im gonna tell a cute little girl I dont want her rubbing her pussy on my dick, right? Uh-huh, I said. Come on. That was fun.
Jilly hopped right up there. Same drill, her little pussy was trapping my dick between her and my belly and she was sliding back and forth, doubly lubricated by the left over juice from Pammys orgasm. I hung onto Jilly like Id done for Pammy and Jilly had the benefit of having just watched her best friend experience something new and different and sexy on a whole new level. It wasnt long before she was vocalizing, little oh, oh, oh, in time with her hips sliding up and down the shaft of my dick. I was close to the point where I couldnt take much more, but Jilly was too close to the edge to stop, and she tossed her head back and squealed, ennnnnnnnnnnnn! And then she flopped full length down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and she turned her face towards mine and I got another real kiss.
Didja do it? asked Pammy.
Jilly took a deep breath, sighed, and said, Oh, gosh, yes. It was wonderful. I want another one. And she kissed me then sat up astride me again, a mischievous and now knowing grin on her face. She put both her hands on my chest and leaned against her straightened arms and started humping against me.
Except this time, it was a little different. My dick WASNT trapped between us, so when she slid back, it still slid between the lips of her sweet little pussy, but it was not rubbing directly on her clit. She looked at me as if she was searching for something, then decided that this angle was okay, too, and started her back and forth movement, a new sensation as our pubic bones were clashing together with each thrust.
And then she slid a little farther back, and the head of my little dick sort of found something different itself as it found a little opening, the pussy of delightful little Jilly. Jilly wasnt the least bit disturbed by this new feeling and she raised her hips up and moved them around, causing her pussy to line itself up with my hard little dick. Her face took on a look of curiosity, then she seemed to figure out a purpose to the feelings. When things seemed right, she started pushing in a totally different direction. At first, it was just the head. Then the first inch of shaft, then a little more, and finally she sat fully down.
Pammy was watching this intently herself, and Jilly said Pammy, his thing is INSIDE me. I think thats where its SUPPOSED to go. Look!
And she raised up a little and Pammy did indeed look. It is! Its in your thing. Wow! Pammy reached in between me and Jilly and felt my dick inside Jilly. Whats it feel like?
Pammy grinned. Almost as good as what just happened. Its like I feel wonderful full. Pammy slid up and down a couple of times. Feels REALLY good! And then she started trying different motions and settled on one that worked for her.
It worked for me, too. The sight of not one, but TWO little girls having their first orgasms had me really excited, although I didnt know what orgasms were, theirs or mine. I was fast approaching that point in my arousal where feeling just got too intense to stand, and I was going to tell Jilly, but I looked at her face, at once both angelic and lusty as she pumped herself on my dick, and I didnt say anything, choosing to just let her go. I put my hands on her hips and sort of guided her a little, but he was doing wonderful things without my help.
The feelings got more and more intense, and all of a sudden I was in the middle of a flood of sensations. An immense pleasurable burning fire engulfed my dick and it started pulsing uncontrollably like it had never done before. I met Jillys motions thrust for thrust for several thrusts, then fell back on the bed.
Oh, god, I said. Oh, god.
Pammy said Youre not sposed to say god like that.
Im sorry, sweetie, but I cant find words.
Jilly moved around tentatively and noticed a whole lot more fluids between us than there was before and she reached an obvious conclusion. You PEED in me! and she raised herself off me and looked.
S not pee. I dont know what it was, but its not pee. God. I think I just did what you and Pammy just did.
Pammy was already examining the puddle on my belly where Jilly had climbed off me. She put her finger in a glob of my first load ever and pulled it up, a string of semen from her fingertip to the puddle on my belly. Its white. You never did white before.
I looked. She was right. Jilly was looking closely too. Pammy said I like the stuff that comes out when we play. It tastes good. I wonder how this tastes. And she stuck her finger in her mouth. Jilly stared. Not bad. Not bad at all, said Pammy. And she started licking me.
Jilly joined in, taking my softening dick in her mouth, sucking for a couple of seconds, then said,I like it. And they cleaned me up. Jillys ass was almost in my face when I noticed the white glob oozing out of her pussy.
Pammy!, I said, Look! I pointed out the semen leaking out of Jilly. Pammy started toward Jillys pussy and I said Wait. I wanna try that. That was the first time I ever ate my own juices out of a fresh fucked pussy, and to this day it is the very most memorable. Since Jilly was still sucking on my dick, I lifted her leg to the other side of my head and fastened my mouth to her pussy. And I didnt know this was 69 but it certainly seemed to be quite a fun thing to do.
Finally, the spell broke. I gotta go to the bathroom, I said.
Poo or pee? asked Jilly.
I really gotta pee, I said.
Jilly said, Cool. Can I watch? I never saw a boy pee up close before.
Sure, I said. Any way a girl was interested in my dick, I was happy with. I walked to the bathroom with Jilly and Pammy close behind. As I raised the toilet lid, Pammy went into little teacher mode again.
He pees standing up. Watch. He can move it around, and he can make it stop and start. Show her, Dan.
I started flowing and made a swirl, then pinched the flow off, holding on to the base of the shaft. Jilly was fascinated. Pammyd seen it before. Jilly was the adventurous one, though, and the next thing she said was Let me suck on the end of your pee-pee.
But Im leaking.
Thats okay. Ive tasted mine before. I wanna taste yours.
Ooookay. This was one I hadnt thought of before. She knelt in front of me next to the toilet and opened her mouth. I saw those green eyes and that smile and those freckles and I would have sawed my arm off to make her happy, so sticking the end of my dick in her mouth was easy.
I did. Her lips closed around the shaft and she reached up with her hand and pulled mine away from my dick. I started peeing again. She giggled with her mouth closed and swallowed. Again and again. And when my flow stopped, she sucked me dry.
Then she stood up and put her arms around my neck and smiled and said You wanna kiss me still? And I learned what yet another of my body fluids tasted like.
Pammy had watched this whole thing. She said, Now I need to pee.
I moved away from the toilet, but Jilly said, Pammy, why dont you pee in the bathtub so we can see it come out?
Pammy giggled and stepped into the tub and squatted before my and Jillys curious eyes. We watched the stream squirt out of Pammy and spatter into the tub. Ever meticulous, Pammy washed her legs and feet off. As she stepped out of the tub, Jilly stepped in.
My turn, she said.
I was getting into this whole no holds barred, experimenting thing. Wait, I said. I want to get under you first.
Jilly grinned as I got into the tub and lay down, then she straddled my face. You ready? And she started peeing. On my face. Into my open mouth. I raised up and fastened my mouth firmly over her pussy and caught the last drops , then licked her clean.
After that little event, Pammy helped us wash up. Drinking pee was one thing. Having it all over yourself was something else.
We went back into the bedroom. Pammy was in the bed first, turning towards me on her hands and knees. I walked up to her and she cupped my balls in her hand and pulled me closer, then enveloped my dick in her hot little mouth. Mmmmmmm, she said. I love this.
By the time she said that, Jilly was in the bed too, and I crawled in between them. Pammy moved down again and started sucking me. Jilly said, Pammy, lay on top of him so he can lick you at the same time. And I 69d my little sister. One of her hands was stroking and guiding my dick into her mouth as the fingers of her other hand played with my balls. Jillys face was right next to Pammys, observing up close. Pammy popped my dick out of her mouth and pointed it at Jilly. Jilly sucked it into her hungry mouth.
Pammy happily announced, Its hard again!
Yeah, I said. You make that happen a lot.
Jilly smiled at Pammy. Pammy looked at me and said You know how you were inside Jilly? I want you to be inside me.
I guess that two active, athletic little girls had pretty much done in any cherries, because next thing I know, Pammy is astride my hips, juicing both of us up with her pussy back and forth on my dick, then she raised up to guide my dick into her hole.
Lemme help, said Jilly.
Sure, Pammy said. And Jilly got between my legs, looking at my dick and Pammys pussy, her hands spreading Pammys pussy lips and guiding my dickhead into her hole.
There, said Jilly. Now just sort of push down a little bit at a time.
Pammy looked at me with eyes that were at once mirth and adoration and eased down, biting her bottom lip again.
Just the head was in. Pammy bounced a little and soon was a third of the way down my shaft. She stroked up and down, getting used to the feeling, and then each successive stroke was a little further. Finally she was all the way down. She giggled and pushed her pussy full down against my groin. Its all the way in. And it feels GOOD! Does it feel good to you, Dan?
Gosh, yes, I said. Pammy raised up just a little bit and I pushed my hips up to get back inside her. And she pushed back down, and we started a regular rhythm. I was doing the up and down and she was doing the back and forth, every one of her slides dragging the little nubbin of her ten year old clit along the first couple of inches of my twelve year old dick.
Aint it fun? said Jilly. And she kissed me.
I put my hands on Pammys hips and we rocked back and forth, her happily riding me. I could feel the feelings building again. I told Pammy and she smiled sweetly and said I want you to feel good like you made me feel.
Jilly was still laying at my legs and I felt her fingers exploring my balls as my sack bounced up and down in time with Pammys thrusts. That is soooo cool, she said, and cupped my balls in her hand.
Pammy was now rocking on me with her eyes squinched shut, her breath coming in audible hisses. She was biting her bottom lip again, and the little mmm, mmm, mmm told me she was really into our first fucking. I could feel the walls of her tight little pussy start to pulsate, gripping my dick with each of her breaths, and the mmm, mmmm changed to mmmmmmnnnnnnnnn! Ahhhhhh! and I knew shed just gone into her second real orgasm of her young life.
Between Pammys tight virgin pussy and Jillys hand, it was just too much. As Pammy pushed downward, my pelvis lunged upward to meet her and I squirted my second load of my life, the second this night, and the first (of many to come) into my little sisters eager pussy.
Jilly chirped, Pammy! I think hes doin it! You should see how his sack thingie got all tight and then his pee-pee started jumpin in you. Then she looked again and said, Yep. Its leaking out of you.
Pammy flopped forward onto my chest and planted her lips firmly on mine, kissing me. I felt her tongue brush my lips and I opened them. For the first time our tongues met in a kiss. She withdrew and smiled demurely. Was that okay? The tongue thing, I mean?
You do everything right, Pammy. You make me feel so good.
Pammy rolled off me, and as soon as she did, Jilly was down there licking up the semen puddled on my belly. I saved his pee-pee for you, she told Pammy. Pammy almost lept to my groin and my dick was trapped in her sucking mouth. I thought I was going to pass out from the intense feelings. I was brought back to consciousness when Pammy threw her leg over my head and presented me with her steaming pussy, oozing with my own semen. The heady scent of a freshly-fucked little girl pussy was exactly what I wanted just then and my mouth fastened onto it, my tongue searching out every drop of our combined juices.
Jilly watched the proceedings, then when Pammy finally got up, Jilly finished the job of cleaning up my last orgasm by carefully licking and sucking my balls.
That was all it took. I was hard again. Twelve years old, you know. Jilly looked at Pammy. Pammy smiled. Your turn.
Sometime later, we decided that we needed to get dressed again. It was getting late and Mom and Dad were going to be home before long, although we could usually hear them coming across the street. I thought that when I got up to turn off the light, Jilly and Pammy would leave to go to Pammys room, but I turned around to see two smiling faces in the bed.
I dont know if this is gonna work, I said.
Pammy said, They find me in your bed all the time. Nobody says nothin.
Okay, I said. And we arranged ourselves comfortably just as we heard the voices crossing the street.
I heard the front door open, the whispering. Moms head stuck in my door then back out.
Come see, she told Dad. He looked in the door at us all piled up in my bed.
They mustve fallen asleep while he was reading to them.
I heard their bedroom door close, and then a felt movement in my bed. A little hand slid into the fly of my pajamas, retrieving my dick, and then a sweet feeling in my groin as lips closed over the head and halfway down the shaft and the gentle sucking started.
I reached down and felt tousled, curly hair. Jilly. In the dim light, I heard Pammys gentle breathing as shed gone to sleep.
Jilly whispered, I hope this is okay. I really like it.
Yeah. Im going to turn down those lips on my dick. You make me feel so good, Jill. Im glad you like it.
Mmmmmmm was the reply, muffled because it came from around my dick she was sliding in and out of her mouth. I heard little smacks as she sucked me in and out of her mouth, and her little tongue swirled around the head. She was getting adventurous again as she turned her head sideways and bit my shaft lightly. Then she popped the head back into her mouth, and then back out, then her teeth nibbled the ridge around my corona. I could feel those feelings building again.
Jilly, I whispered, youre gonna make me do it again, doing that.
Really? her whisper was verging on an excited squeal. Im doing that with my mouth?
Yeah, I whispered. You know stuff is gonna come out.
She was sucking on me as she raised her head and there was an audible pop as my dick came out of her mouth. Okay. I know what you taste like. Thats neat that I can do that with my mouth. And her head bobbed back down and I felt delicious warmth as her lips closed around my shaft. I stroked the tousled hair on her little head and listened to her purrs of delight was the pre-cum flooded into her mouth.
Mmmmmm! she whispered. I love your juice. Thats not the big one, though, is it?
Not yet, I replied, but its coming.
Mmmmph came the reply, her vocal capabilities being temporarily occupied. Her tongue cupped the underside of my dick and I felt her teeth gently nibble, then she plunged my shaft deep into her mouth and she went to a regular rhythm, sucking and purring. I felt the surge coming.
Its coming, I said, not knowing that coming had any other meaning beyond something as about to happen. My eyes were pretty much adjusted to the low light by now and I saw her eyes looking up at me. When she saw me look at her, she grinned widely, my dick between her teeth, then back down she went. And I came.
Mmph! was her response to the first spurt. Maybe she was a little surprised, but then she handled it quite well, sucking and swallowing, feeling each throbbing surge as my dick discharged into her eager mouth. The throbbing stopped, but she kept on sucking, using her hand to milk the last drops out of my dick. Her sucking got gentler and I slowly softened. Finally she let me fall out of her mouth and then crawled up, face to face, and then we kissed. She pulled away.
Whats that tongue thing Pammy said?
Wrapping her in my arms, I whispered, Sometimes when people kiss, the open their mouths a little bit and touch tongues. I figured that after pussy juice, semen and pee, a little tongue contact wasnt going to gross this little sweetie out.
Ohhh, she said, then her lips touched mine again, and opened. And the little pink tongue that had just been sending my dick into ecstasy touched my lips. My lips parted and our tongues met. Something stirred in my groin.
He-he, she whispered. Its hard again. It must really like me.
It loves you, I said. I love you. And I did, as much a twelve year old boy can feel love.
She wiggled around onto the top of me and once again my dick felt the warmth between her legs. I bent my head down to keep our lips locked as her pussy sought my dick. It didnt take long for them to find each other and penetration was easy and natural.
I like you in me.
I like being in you. Be careful. We cant get loud or well wake people up. Hey, wheres your panties?
I took em off so we could do this one more time.
Ohhhh, okay. When we finish, you have to put them back on, okay?
Okay. And our pelvises started a rhythmic thrusting. I could tell she was getting close, but for the fourth time tonight, so was I. I ran my hands up underneath her nightshirt and touched her little nipples. There was only the barest of swelling of breasts, but those little nipples were reacting vigorously. I caressed them, then slid my hands down and gripped her waist as she rode my dick.
MMMM. Mmmm. MMMM. Oh. Oh. Oh. Gggggggggnh! and then she froze for a second. I could feel spasms in her pussy. She rose slightly and thrust down one more time in the midst of her orgasm, and that triggered mine. Jets of semen spurted into her pussy for the second time tonight. Her face was angelic as she released a post-orgasmic sigh. The pulsing walls of her pussy served well to pull the last surge of semen from me.
She giggled. What more delightful sound can a guy ever hear than a happy giggle from a girl who has your dick in her?
Ahhhhhh, said my little cutie, lets clean each other up and we can go to sleep.
Okay.
She turned around on me and presented me with her cum-laden pussy while her lips went to work sucking up the puddle of semen on my belly. As I finished cleaning her with my tongue, she closed her lips over my dick and gently sucked me dry.
And as she curled up inside my arms, she kissed me and then whispered, Your mom and dad play cards again tomorrow night? |
Crunch
Chapter One
I regained consciousness through a curtain of pain. Breathing hurt. I tried to lift my head. Hurt. Right arm moved okay. Left arm. I screamed. Let's not do left arm. Right leg hurt but not too bad. Left leg. Another scream. I was being cradled. And a soothing voice. I KNOW that voice.
"Don't try to move, Dave." The voice was soft, feminine. "I hear the ambulance. It's close."
I opened my eyes. Good! They still worked. I saw the face. Ronni. Pronounced "Ronnie". As in "Veronica". My seventeen year old next-door neighbor.
Okay. Inventory. I was hurting. Bad. Left leg. Left arm. Chest. Something warm running into my eyes. Things were NOT good.
The flashing red lights and incessant whooping of a siren became pervasive. I heard voices. Running. Shouting. I tried to see what was going on and the world disappeared again.
The next time I came back, I was in a room full of bright lights and very concerned faces and there was a mask over my face.
"Are you with us, Mister Johnson?" asked a voice somewhere off to my left.
The best I could do in response was a punctuated groan.
"Just relax. We're working on your arm right now." Then to somebody who wasn't me, "Dump another load. We need him out."
I felt a coolness and then a burning in my good arm and the world went away.
The next time I woke up I was in the recovery room. There was a nurse, my sister, and Ronni. I tried to squeeze out a simple "Hey" but I guess it came out a grunt more than anything else.
All three were immediately at my bedside. The nurse spoke first. "Welcome back, Mister Johnson. Just relax. The doctor will be here in a minute."
Then my sister: "Hey, brother," she said. "You're getting better."
Considering that I could still remember my previous inventory of assets, I didn't want to think of how bad things were, if this was "better".
And finally Ronni. Soft voice that I've known since it was seven. "Oh, Mister Dave, I was so worried."
And the doctor walked in. He shined a penlight into my eyes, listened to my chest, then stood where I could see him. "Well, Mister Johnson, you've had quite the afternoon, but you're going to be okay."
I made a noise that must have passed for a question.
"You've got a concussion, scalp lacerations, four fractured ribs, a serious laceration of your lower lower arm, and your tibia and fibula, that's your lower leg is a complex fracture. All on the left side. It's gonna take a while, but you'll get everything back in service in the next few weeks."
Finally my tongue and lips worked enough to get a decipherable sound that must have been interpreted as "what happened?"
The doctor looked toward my sister Jan and Ronni. "You know better than I do. What happened?"
Ronni stood by me, her hand touching my good shoulder. "Mister Dave, you were working near the road when that pickup truck ran into you."
Okay, so THIS is what it feels like to be run over by a truck. I grogged back to semi-consciousness. The nurse came back in, then an orderly, and I barely remember being wheeled up interminable hallways to be slid rather carefully onto a bed in a hospital room. Pain meds in my IV kept me teetering over the edge of consciousness.
I remember the nurses making rounds every hour, and each time I blinked to consciousness I saw somebody sitting in the corner. Ronni.
While I'm talking about being unconscious, let me tell you about Ronni. She lives next door. Ten years ago when I moved in to the house I live in now, a happy young husband with a very pregnant wife, Ronni was there, seven years old, visiting to see who the new neighbors were. She was ten when the wife left, taking my little girl with her. And now here she was, sitting in my hospital room. Ronni. Hopelessly plain, ordinary Ronni. Look up "brown-haired girl" in the dictionary, and there's Ronni. Not memorable in any fashion at all, at least from the outside. Five-six, a hundred thirty, maybe forty, brown eyes. Face was freckled, prominently. Hair was brown. Just brown. Not blonde. Not red. Not jet black. Brown. Quirky smile, though, with slightly crooked white teeth. And a nose with a non-standard kink in it. She'd finally passed through puberty in a fit of lankiness and came out the other end with legs, her best feature, and a pleasant figure with feminine hips, rather narrower than optimum, and breasts, again, rather less than needed to qualify for a swimsuit issue of a sports magazine.
That's who was sitting in my room when I finally awoke in the morning. I was hurting. I managed to croak, though, "Hi, Ronni."
Soft voice. "Hi, Mister Dave. How're ya feelin'?"
"Like I got run over by a truck." I tried a smile. I guess it showed because I heard a tiny hint of a giggle.
"You did, Mister Dave. Well, not run over, but pretty well smacked."
"What happened. Did anybody see?"
"I did," Ronni said. "You had your weed-eater out to trim around your mailbox when that truck came around the corner and lost control. It hit you and knocked you into my yard and it ended up hitting our tree." She took a breath. "Mom called 9-1-1 and I got to you first. You were bleeding and unconscious and I held you until the ambulance got you."
"What about the driver?" I wheezed. It hurt to take a really deep breath.
"Drunk. Just came from a barbecue an' had too many beers. Air bags saved him. He walked to an ambulance. He's in jail right now."
"Nice," I croaked.
The floor nurse came in her rounds at that time. "Hello, Mister Johnson," she said. "Good to see you awake. How're you feeling?"
It was worth another shot. "Like I was run over by a truck," I said. I tried to laugh. It hurt.
"Niiiice," the nurse said. Turning to Ronni, "Is he what, a comedian or something?"
"He tries," Ronni said. "Makes more money bein' an engineer."
"No doubt," the nurse chuckled.
"What's going on with me, nurse? I can't move..."
"You shouldn't move right now. You have a set of taped ribs, and you're bandaged and splinted on your left leg, and you've got a couple of dozen stitches in your scalp and down your left arm is stapled and stitched."
"How long am I gonna be here?"
"That's between you and your doctor, but usually with the kind of breaks you have, the swelling's got to go down and you don't show up with an infection, and that's a few days." She finished her assessment of me. "Would you like some water or some juice?"
"Water. Just a sip."
"Let me get it for him," Ronni said. She put a straw to my lips and I took several tiny sips. And it tasted wonderful.
"Not too much," the nurse said. "Just wet your mouth. You don't need the fluids while you're on the IV. And you're due for another painkiller in an hour."
So that's what life was for the next three days. Several co-workers dropped by for obligatory visits. And my sister and Ronni took turns. Ronni was gone for a couple of hours at a time to change clothes. She snuck out to eat at the hospital cafeteria. And she stayed. When I was awake, she talked if I wanted to talk. Her mom and dad came up to see me, too, and I was too out of it to talk, but I overheard the conversation in the hallway.
"Dad, I AM going to stay here. His sister has things she needs to do. I'm out of school. This is okay, really, Dad."
Her mother's voice was softer. "Ronni, I know he's your friend, but babe..."
Ronni interrupted. "Yes! He's my friend. He's helped me with homework and stuff and he's... my friend. And he needs somebody to stay up here."
"Okay, Ron," her dad said. "You win."
"Careful what you win," her mom said.
And Ronni was back in my room. I looked like I was asleep. I was on the verge, but the conversation woke me. She walked to my bed and her fingers traced my brow at the bandage line. She tugged a corner of the sheet. And then her fingertips touched her lips and then mine.
Oh, and the second day into my little hospital adventure, it was time for a sponge bath. Instead of evacuating the room, my sister AND Ronni stayed. Ronni said, "In case I need to do this..." and you should've seen the look on my sister's face.
I also got the catheter removed, perhaps the most unpleasant thing that EVER happened to my dick. Well, you have to realize that babies don't remember circumcisions. THAT might have topped the catheter removal. Just the right amount of Demerol let me hobble, with assistance, to the bathroom for the first time to relieve myself. THAT burned like the fires of Hell, too. Was anything going to ever feel good again?
Ronni was hovering outside the bathroom door waiting on me. "Okay, Ron," I said. "I'm done." When she came in to help me, I was trying to tug the hem of that damned hospital gown down.
"Let me get that," Ronni said. I stood paralyzed as she reached down to tug the hem over my exposed dick. Never mind the fact that eroticism had NO place in the event, the idea of... well, you know.
She straightened up. "Can't have you flashing passers-by," she smirked. "And I've already seen it." She put an arm around my waist. I put my right arm around her shoulders and she helped me hobble back to the bed. We pirouetted and I awkwardly sat my butt on the edge.
I tried twisting myself to lie down, but her help was necessary. She was careful with my left leg as she turned me lengthwise and then rearranged my gown.
"Comfy?" she asked.
"Yes. Thank you, babe! But I'm gonna need a pain-killer before long."
"Be right back," she said. She left and returned. "They'll be here in a few minutes, Dave. And your doctor's on the floor, too."
"Good," I said. "We need to figure out how all this is gonna work. Only half of me works."
"We'll figure something out, Dave," she said.
The doctor did come in. He poked and prodded and questioned. Finally, he said, "well, all things considered, another day in here, then you can go home. We'll get you set up with a home health nurse to come by and check on dressings and stuff. How're you set up for help around the house? You're single, says here." He tapped my chart.
Ronni didn't miss a beat. "Between me and his sister, we'll take care of him," she said.
The doctor looked at her. "He's gonna need round the clock care for a few weeks, ma'am."
Ronni just smiled. "It's summer. I'm out of school, so I can do it."
The doctor left. Lunch arrived. I tried to eat with only my right hand. It can be done. Especially if you have Ronni hold food in place so you don't have to chase it down with your fork. And open your cold drink. And blot up your mishaps. This was shaping up to be loads of fun.
I tried walking. You can walk with one good leg IF you have two good arms. When you don't have an arm to hold a crutch, you're pretty much screwed. That was me. Left arm hurt like hell. With help I made it to the toilet.
I also tried talking to the policeman they sent by to gather information about the accident. Turns out he was the same guy who showed up at the accident. "I'm Patrolman Frank Harmon," he said, extending a hand.
"Hello," I said. I shook his hand. "That one still works."
"You look better than you did the other day," he said. He saw Ronni. "Hi, young lady. You did a good job of taking care of him." He turned back to me. "Not much for me to do with this one. The tracks leaving the road to where he hit you, his final resting place, a blood alcohol level three times the legal limit... open and shut case. Have you gotten a lawyer?"
"No. Do I need one?"
He smiled. "If I was you I'd talk to one. Rich kid spending daddy's money on a new pickup truck. Gets sauced and runs off the road. And you get in the way. At least make sure you get all your medical bills paid."
"You're right. I'll call one." I hadn't thought of that.
One more day in the hospital. Sister came in to relieve Ronni. After Ronni left, my sister Deb said, "I just finished cleaning up your place and feeding your cat and emptying his litterbox. And me and Terry moved things around as best we can so you'll have room to maneuver. And Home Health Services came in and installed a trapeze so you can get in and out of bed with one arm. Your neighbor, Ronni's dad, built you a wheelchair ramp."
"That's a big help. I don't know how I'm gonna do this."
Deb said, "Uh, your young friend said she's gonna help."
"Ronni's a good kid," I said. I've known her for ten years. Since she was seven."
"You wanna know something?" Deb asked.
"What?" I answered.
"I'm probably not the one to tell you this, but she's... she's got a big crush on you, Dave."
"Ronni? You're kidding."
"I'm NOT kidding. And YOU'RE blind."
"She never said anything, Deb. Nothing."
"Believe me. I've been sitting with her a lot the last three days, Dave. She's a jewel."
"I know that part, Deb," I said. "But the part you just said makes me nervous. And I NEED some help for the next few weeks until I can at least walk around." I thought for a second. "She TOLD you she had a crush on me?"
"No, not in so many words, Dave," she said. "But trust me. Women know these things."
"I think you're wrong," I said. "I've lived next door to her for years. When her dad took that overseas job, I took care of stuff around their house for them while he was gone, and I used to play catch with her when she was learning to play softball, and I went to her games and stuff like that. Maybe she thinks she's paying some of that back."
Deb eyed me. "Uh-huh. Okay. Forget I said anything." She sat there and watched as I drifted off into a demerol haze.
I heard voices: Deb and Ronni. "Oh, now there's two of you," I said.
"Yeah," Deb answered. "Ronni's gonna stay while I go home. I need to fix dinner and do wifely duties before Terry fires me."
"You're getting kinda old for that "wifely duty" thing," I quipped. "And I know you can't cook for crap..."
Deb laughed. "I can cook just fine, and I'm not dead yet and we shouldn't be having this discussion in front of Ronni anyway."
Ronni jumped in. "I've heard worse than that. At least it's wifely duties and not something else. Mizz Deb, thanks for watching 'im while I was gone. I feel better with a shower and Mom's cooking."
Deb said, "Oh, no problem, Ronni. He's my brother. I'm obligated, you know."
"Oh, that makes me feel MUCH better, that I'm an obligation instead of a fellow human for whom you feel adoration."
Ronni's next words were, "Oh, Mister Dave, she can be obligated. I'll do the "adore" part." And then I guess she thought about how that sounded, because she giggled like it was a joke.
Deb looked at me knowingly and winked.
"Look, while you two are discussing my place in the human race, how about helping me to the bathroom. I need to go," I said.
Deb said, "We can do that? Number one or Number two?"
"One," I said. "About to pop."
The two of them helped me turn sideways and then stand, supported on both sides, then we made our way to the bathroom.
"Turn your heads," I said. That got me two giggles as I tried to uncover my dick with one hand. I was proud that I could still find it, and that with one hand I could aim, pee and shake, then drop the hem of that stupid hospital gown.
"Done," I announced. I and my support team moved back to the bed and they laid me out. "Might wanna see if there's another painkiller on tap," I said. "Moving around hurts."
"Okay, I'll stop by the nurse's station and tell 'em. I'll see you tomorrow. Ronni, call me if you need anything." And she left.
Ronni kicked her shoes off and sat in the chair beside my bed. "So, you feeling better now?"
"I hurt like the dickens when I try to move," I said. "But it'll get better..."
She smiled. "I know it will. You'll be as good as new, the doctor says."
"You talked to the doctor?" I asked.
"Yeah, me an' Mizz Deb did. And we talked with the home health people about getting you a nurse to visit at your house, and to get that trapeze thing for your bed, and a wheel chair."
"What am I gonna do with a wheel chair? You need two arms to run one of those things."
"It's not for you," she said. "It's for us. Makes it easier to move you around. But you'll be hobbling around in two or three weeks, anyway. The doctor said you had a clean break on your leg and it's gonna heal fast. Your arm'll be sore but you can use it sooner."
"That's nice to know," I said. "I hate being helpless."
"Oh, don't worry," Ronni answered. "I... We'll take care of you."
The nurse walked into the room with a syringe. "Mister Johnson, this is your last one of these. When this bag is empty, we're pulling your IV. You can take pills for pain after that."
"You're taking away my FRIEND?" I quipped.
The nurse looked at me. "See? You're on the road to recovery. Your asshole function is returning..."
Ronni laughed.
I felt the nectar enter my vein and I drifted off. I woke up when dinner showed up. Ronni provided much needed assistance. At least I still had my right hand. And Ronni. Chasing macaroni around the plate with one hand was an exercise in futility. Together we accomplished the transfer of hospital food to my mouth. After the meal, Ronni took off to go to the cafeteria to feed herself. In twenty minutes she was back.
"I'll pay you back for the cafeteria, Ronni," I said.
"I'm not worried," she said. "Miss Deb gave me some money."
Since I was awake, we talked, small talk, her finishing up her junior year of high school, the end of softball season, where she was an all-star player, her family travails, local events. Ronni was intelligent and personable. And friendly.
We turned on the TV and watched a couple of shows together, too. The pillow speaker, though, had her leaning against my bed so she could hear, our heads only inches apart. And I could smell hints of perfume. Something happened on the screen and we both laughed simultaneously.
I turned to look at her and she turned at the same moment and with the distance only inches between our faces, I thought I sensed an almost electric tension. We both froze for a second. It looked as if she was thinking. Finally she smiled gently and giggled one more time.
"That's just funny," she said.
"Yeah," I answered, trying to de-escalate a moment that I wasn't really sure had actually escalated. "I wonder who thinks up those things?"
She smiled, "Sometimes life is funny like that, you know..."
"Yeah?" I questioned.
"Yeah. Turns and twists and stuff. Sometimes the thing you're looking for isn't the thing you're happiest finding. What's the word? Serendipity?"
"Good word," I said, musing to myself about how many seventeen year old girls had vocabularies that included "serendipity", much less knew what it actually meant.
A commercial interrupted the entertainment. Ronni got up and went to the bathroom. I heard water run and when she returned, she had a warm, damp washcloth. "Hold still," she directed, and she washed my face. "Better?" she asked.
"Much better," I said. "Thank you."
She put the washcloth down and her fingers massaged my temples. "Mmmmm," I moaned. "That feels REALLY good." It did. Single for years, and essentially celibate, a touch, especially a caring touch, was almost a cause for celebration.
"I thought maybe it would help you relax," she said. "I remember Momma doing this to me when I was sick."
"It works. Best thing I've felt in years." And I was being truthful.
Ronni smiled. You know, a smile makes a woman beautiful. Plain young Miss Ronni. And a smile and I saw her beautiful.
She moved around the bed to my damaged left side. My hand was still swollen and discolored, partially due to the antiseptics , partially due to bruising. She touched my hand gently. "Does this hurt?"
"Don't try to bend it, but your touch feels good."
She stroked my hand and fingers gently. "This okay?" She looked at me, a soft smile curling the corners of her mouth.
"Yes, it does. Can you squeeze, gently? "
She put my hand between hers and squeezed. "Like this?"
"Mmm-hmm," I said. "Just kind of massage it." The hand did feel better. The arm throbbed, but the hand felt better.
For a couple of minutes she ministered to my hand. "Should we try your foot?" she asked.
"That's worth a try," I said.
She pulled the blanket off my foot. I wiggled my toes.
"They still work,' I said.
She extended a finger to my toes and I did my best to grip it. I groaned when I realized that I'd moved the broken leg.
Giggle. "That's what you get for trying to grab me," she said. "Now be good." She massaged my foot. A foot massage would have had me moaning with pleasure on any day, but Ronni's fingers produced waves of pleasure and I said so.
"It's good for your circulation," she said. "I read about it." She paused. "And I talked with the nurses."
"I'm sure it does some good besides making me very happy," I said. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it."
"I'm glad I can help," she smiled. She raised the blanket from my damaged leg. "Wow," she said.
"What?"
"You've got a mess there."
"A mess?"
"Yeah, your leg's all kinds of colors. That splint thing stops halfway up your thigh."
I had a thought pass through my head. If she could see half-way up my thigh to my bare leg, and I had no underwear on, then... but what was the point of that thought train? I abandoned it. "I can't bend over to see," I said.
Wry smile. "I can see. Take my word for it."
"I'll take your word that it's not too bad. You didn't puke. Or turn colors."
"If I was going to turn colors, that would've been yesterday when they showed me an' Mizz Deb how to give a sponge bath." Smile.
"I hope I don't have to depend on you for that too awfully long."
"As long as you need, Mister Dave."
And a little more banter and small talk and I dozed off. The last image I had was of Ronni curling up in the chair under a hospital blanket.
I drifted in and out of slumber every time the nurse made her rounds, and every time a nurse came in, Ronni, jumped up to stand beside her, and while the nurse was logging my data, Ronni's hand was gently on my shoulder or stroking my face.
Breakfast came. With help. Nearing lunch, I was being wheeled to the entrance where Deb was waiting with my SUV, my magic carpet home. It was not without pain that I slid into the back seat sideways. Ronni loaded a few belongings and we were on the way home.
Pulling up to the house, the marks were still in the yard from that fateful day, and it would be years before the bark healed over on the tree that finally stopped the truck. When we came to a stop in my drive, Ronni got out and went inside the house and returned with a wheelchair. I noted the presence of an obviously hurriedly built temporary ramp over my front steps.
With help, I eased into the wheelchair and got pushed up to the front door. My big orange cat was looking out, waiting for people to return and restore his life to proper balance. He reluctantly moved out of the way as I was pushed through the front door and into the bedroom.
Ah! There was MY bed. Queen-sized, with a perfect mattress. And now with a framework over it with rails and a trapeze bar. I felt good enough to tell my sister, "Deb, you oughtta get you an' Terry one of these!"
"Beast," she said, laughing.
I reached up with my good arm and pulled, trying to ease up out of the chair on my own. With one arm pulling and one leg pushing and the help of Deb and Ronni, I was sitting on my own bed. Ronni supported my injured leg as I swung around to lay back. And I was home. And I felt the bed bounce as my cat arrived to receive his rightful petting. His dissatisfaction was obvious when I only devoted one hand to this task.
"Well, here I am," I announced. "What now?"
"The home health people are going to install another trapeze over your recliner," Deb said. That'll give you TWO locations. Me an' Ronni will feed you and bathe you for a couple of weeks before you can remove those splint things long enough for a bath. And in about six weeks you'll be rid of them, and life goes on."
"And I'll owe both of you big time," I said.
"Of course you will," smiled Deb, "Just like REAL life..."
Chapter Two
Deb planned to leave me in the hands of Ronni for the evening, admonishing Ronni that if she needed help to call her, or if needed, 9-1-1. I requested to be helped to my recliner. I figured that it was as comfortable as the bed, and at least I would be in the middle of the house instead of stuck in a room off to the side. The three of us managed this task without much more than the expected trouble and I kicked the chair back to elevate my feet. Ronni passed me the remote control or the TV and I turned it on as Deb departed.
The door closed. Ronni was sitting on the sofa next to my chair. She was close enough for my hand to touch her if I reached in her direction. I leaned my head back against the chair's headrest and sighed.
Ronni immediately perked to attention. "D'ya need anything, Mister Dave?"
"No," I said, "well, yeah, Ronni."
"What?" she questioned.
"I need you to drop the "Mister" part. Save some words..."
"Okay, but I was being polite."
"And I KNOW you're polite. And I appreciate it, but if you're gonna spend time here..."
"Okay, I don't mind. Makes you sound, well, different, you know. Like, "Mister Dave" is Mom and Dad's friend. Just plain "Dave" is mine."
"I'm glad you're my friend. You've been a big help already. I know you were the first to get to me..."
"What was I supposed to do? Jump up and down and scream like a silly girl?"
"I never thought of you as silly. You've always been pretty level-headed for your age. Even when you were seven. I'm glad you got there. It was surreal, opening my eyes and seeing you holding me together."
She smiled. "Thank you. I was scared shitless. Your head was covered with blood and your arm was spurting blood and your leg was bent funny. I thought the best thing I could do was hold you up until others got there. You were a mess."
"Still am," I said. "Have you seen my head with the bandages off?"
"Uh-huh. Looks like you got the mange where they shaved you to stitch you up."
"Sounds attractive," I said. "There goes my summer employment as a male model." That comment got me some giggles. I always did like hearing her giggle, even when she was seven. I turned my head to see her smile. "Thank you," I said. "I love to hear you laugh."
"Dave," she said, "You've been making me laugh and smile for ten years. Thank YOU!"
"Ron," I said. "You can go home for a while if you want. I'm gonna be okay here. All I'm doin' is watchin' TV. I'm good for an hour at least."
"I don't need to go home, Dave. I brought a change of clothes and my nightshirt and a book. I think I'd feel better if I just stayed with you." She smiled.
"Okay then, babe," I said.
She caught that. "BABE? You called me "babe"?"
"Sorry. It just slipped. Friendly term, that's all..." I back-pedaled.
"No guy's ever referred to me as "babe", Dave."
"Then it's a sad sample of guys around you, Ronni."
"I'm pretty sure it's a representative sample, Dave. I'm too tall and my hair's just brown and my eyes are just brown and I don't have one of those figures that guys drool over."
It occurred to me at this time that just perhaps those painkillers were reducing my judgment a bit. This was a conversation presenting ideas that existed in my head. I was Ronni's next-door neighbor and almost like an uncle or a big brother, almost twenty years her senior in age. I'd watched her grow and she never did shed the tom-boy shtick. Her extra-curricular activities in high school included girls' sports, volleyball, softball, that sort of thing, and from her and her parents' reports and my own observations, she was pretty good. I didn't however, see a parade of guys coming to take Ronni out.
I knew Ronni's report card was good, too, and some of that was my fault. She'd long ago learned that her mom and dad's academic skills weren't always up to helping too much on high school work, especially math, and I'm proud to say that I was her choice for help. Being single and alone, I was a constant invite to every event in her life, including many of her sports adventures. I was the oddball "team parent" because I was there when her own dad was off working out of town or overseas. But I never felt like Ronni's parent. I always felt like I was just privy to the life of a delightful young lady.
And in all those experiences, apparently there were some feelings that were being exposed by the application of prescription drugs. But the exposure was inside my head, I thought. Except I'd just uncorked the bottle.
"Don't worry, Ronni," I said. "Somewhere along the line the right guy will learn about you and find you perfectly gorgeous."
"Most of 'em think I'm a lesbian," she said.
This was much further into this line of conversation than Ronni and I had ever been. Sure, we talked. You don't coach a kid through high school math and science and English and social studies without talking. I knew she was a great talker, and I liked to think that I might have had a bit of the credit for her vocabulary and conversational skills. But our talks to this point had never strayed into her personal life, other than her opinions about her teammates and teachers.
"Why?" I asked. I was already part-way to the answer. She confirmed with that supposition with her first statement.
"Because I play sports, and you know, EVERYBODY knows that girls that play sports are all big lezzes. Unless they're big sluts to show they're not big lezzes."
"They used to say the same thing when I was in school, Ronni," I said. "And it was stupid, then, too."
"But... I'm not a slut, either, so according to the formula, I must therefore be a lez. I mean, I've gone out on a couple of dates, but they weren't much. You know, movie and dinner at the mall food court."
"Nothing wrong with that, Ronni." I took a deep breath and dove off into the subject. It must've been the drugs. "A lot of people get confused about the difference between sex and love and end up with everything from regret to babies."
"I know," she said. "I know three girls in my class this year that had babies, and I've heard that there were a bunch who got pregnant and got abortions."
Yeah," I said, "And that's just the physical side of things. No matter what they say, most people don't want sex, they want love, and even if one partner is thinking "No strings attached", there's a pretty good chance that the other one is HOPING that there is a connection that lasts longer than the physical connection."
"I think I believe that, Dave," she said.
"I think a lot of people believe it, Ronni, but they go jump off into something anyway."
"And they get messed up." Ronni's voice carried a sound of surety.
"Yeah," I said. "And usually it's the girl. Guys are notorious about using girls, but some guys get messed up, too. Getting used is no fun. I know."
"Your divorce?" she said.
"Yeah, that. And a couple of tries after that." I sighed. The divorce. Not a pleasant thing. "Don't get me wrong, Ronni, because there are two sides to every story, but finding out one day that your wife thinks the grass is greener with an old high school boyfriend... And tearing your life in half. That's painful."
"You never talked with me about it, Dave," she said.
"Why would I? You were a kid. And it's an adult thing."
"I understand. But now we're talking about relationships. And I'm seventeen, and SOMEBODY oughtta talk to me about this stuff," she huffed.
"It's your mom's place. And your dad's."
"They kinda do talk about it, but I learn a lot by watching them. Especially with Dad having to go work like he does. But they seem to hang in there."
"They do, don't they?"
It was true. Ronni's dad was a specialty welder and in constant demand for his skills with exotic metals and techniques. He was often on the road, sometimes for a week, sometimes for a couple of months, and Ronni's mom was faithful, always waiting when he got back. I filled in for many "man around the house" functions while Alex was gone, but only as a handyman. Rena, Ronni's mom, was a gem. One of the side benefits of my relationship with this family was that I was a frequent invite for backyard parties and barbecues and home-cooked meals, and of course I had Ronni as a friend.
"Seeing your mom and dad makes me kind of jealous," I said.
"She's tried fixing you up, Dave," Ronni said.
"I know," I said. But I'm picky. You know how I am about my music and my reading and stuff like that, and I don't want to marry somebody who's not compatible. And a lot of divorced women have a lot of baggage. It's back to that "getting used" thing. I... It just has to be right, Ronni. And you know old man Bailey next door?"
"Yeah, I know him. Nice old man. His wife makes cookies."
"Yeah. Good cookies, too. But he and I were talking over the fence one day and he said, "Dave, I'm not meaning to be nosey, but are you one a'them gay people?". I think he meant well, but was just curious since Trish left and there's not a parade of women out of the door of a single guy."
Ronni laughed. "Oh, that's just great. Here we are, the lez and her gay neighbor..."
"I'm not gay, Ronni," I said.
"I didn't think you were, Dave. But I ain't a lez, either, you know... but it's funny..."
And there was a knock on the door. Ronni bounced up and opened it. I heard her say "Hi, Mom! "
And Rena's voice. "Is he awake? Can I see 'im?"
"I'm okay, Rena. Come in!"
Ronni escorted her mother into the house. Rena was carrying a pot. "Chili," she said. "Your recipe. You can eat with one hand."
"Oh, wonderful," I said. "My first meal since the hospital."
"Ronni can help you eat," Rena said.
"Rena, I want to thank you for loaning me Ronni. She's been a jewel."
Rena smiled. "I couldn't stop her, Dave. You know how she is. You're her buddy. And you always help us out. How're you feeling."
"Like I got run over by a truck."
"Dave! That's horrible." She chuckled. "But I guess horrible jokes are a good sign."
"I hope so. How's Alex?"
He was out of town for a couple of weeks on a project, leaving a couple of days before I returned from the hospital. Those things brought in good money, even if it was in intermittent lumps.
"He's doin' fine. He said tell you he hopes you do okay, Dave," she said.
"Good," I said.
"Ronni," I said, "are you going to help me eat this?"
She smiled. "Sure, Dave," she said.
"Uh, hon, that's 'Mister Dave'," Rena corrected.
"Oh, Rena, I told her to cut the "Mister" part. She's old enough. And she's been by me for the last week."
"Uh, okay, Dave. I just don't want her being impolite."
"Ronni? She's the most polite young lady I know of. And I'm lucky to be her friend."
Rena looked at Ronni, then me. "Well, she practically demanded that we let her stay here to take care of you, you know..."
"I didn't know."
Ronni interrupted, "Well, you needed somebody, and Mizz Deb can't be here all the time and I'm convenient..."
And I finished her sentence. "And like my best friend in the whole world."
Ronni smiled. So did her mom.
And Ronni finished, "And this is what I want to do." And she smiled sweetly with that crooked smile that was completely unique to Ronni, and that I'd enjoyed for a decade.
Rena asked Ronni, "Baby, is there anything else you need?"
"No, ma'am," Ronni answered. "I brought a change of clothes and my nightshirt so I can stay here tonight." She looked at me with an expression that I couldn't quite decipher.
Rena got up to leave. "Okay, then, baby. Take care of Dave." She looked at me. "You're in good hands, Dave. See you in the morning, okay? I'll bring over some breakfast."
"Thanks, Rena," I said. "I owe you big time."
"No you don't, dear. We're neighbors. For all the times you've helped when Alex was out of town and all... and it's what neighbors do."
Okay, lady," I said. "And thank you for loaning Ronni to me."
Rena tittered. "I'd be careful about that, Dave. You know how if you feed a stray cat long enough, it moves in..." and on that note the door closed behind her.
And there was a cat-like grin on Ronni's face. Make that a Cheshire cat.
Ronni pulled a TV tray and a chair up next to me and spooned her mom's chili into my face, alternating it with sips of lemonade, and that was dinner. Quite satisfactory, especially after a week's worth of bland hospital fare. She left me for a few minutes and I heard kitchen noises, then she came back and ate her own bowl of chili beside me as we watched a movie on TV.
"When you finish, babe, I'm gonna need to go to the bathroom."
"Okay, I figured it wouldn't be too long."
"No hurry, though."
"Oh, I'm not hurrying. And you're gonna need a sponge bath, too. It's been a couple of days."
"I know," I said. "I feel sticky."
"I guess you do. We'll do the best we can. The doctor said that after you've been in that splint thing for a couple of weeks you can take it off long enough to get in the shower. Until then, though, it's gonna be me or Mizz Deb." She smiled.
"You're okay with that?" I asked. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I mean, you don't have to..."
She gazed at me like I had a horn growing out of my forehead. "Dave," she said, "We're both adults here. And this is purely clinical. I've already helped at the hospital so I know what to do. And so now I've seen... you know..."
I still had some trepidation. "'Cause if you want, we can get Deb..."
Giggle. "Now THAT'S kinky! You'd rather your SISTER wash you than ME!"
"I don't want you scarred for life, smart-ass," I retorted.
"Thinking about you and your sister might REALLY scar me..." she giggled.
"Alrighty, then, baby doll, I'm all yours," I said. Her face flashed a strange look before settling onto a laughing response.
"Be nice," she chuckled. "I know where your ice-maker is..."
"You wouldn't do that to a poor ol' cripple now, would you?"
"Only if I'm forced to..." Her eyes twinkled. "Let me get this stuff put up, then we'll get you to the bathroom, okay?"
"Okay," I said. "And I can hear the icemaker..."
Giggle. She got up and did more kitchen things and I heard the dishwasher start up. She was back in front of me, lowering the footrest of my recliner. Getting me up was a bit of an exercise punctuated by a couple of painful events as I worked out what I could push and pull with, but finally I was vertical and leaning against her. She reached for the wheelchair.
"I think that's more trouble than it's worth," I said.
"Humor me," she countered. "Give yourself time." She helped me ease back down into the wheelchair and pushed me to the bathroom. It was another battle to get me onto the toilet. She unsnapped my hospital pajamas and I wriggled so she could get them from underneath me. She was kneeling in front of me as she did this, and I could only imagine what she saw as the pajamas came loose. "Clinical" she said earlier.
The aftermath was more titters as she tried various approaches to basic sanitary needs. Finally I said, "If I can just lean on you to the left, I think I can do that myself." I waved my right hand.
"Oh, okay, I like that better," she said. "It's different when it's a one year old..." her eyes connected with mine. "MUCH different."
"Sorry," I said. "You have no idea how embarrassing this all is. I hate being helpless."
"Oh, get over yourself, Dave. We gotta do what we gotta do. And I'll be okay..."
"At least you're not rolling on the floor laughing."
That got laughter and a smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Dave. I'm an innocent young girl and I have no point of reference whatsoever." And she stuck her tongue out at me.
"Oh my goodness. I fear that I am in the clutches of a smartass."
"Clutches? That's a good one. Just keep it in mind, mister," she giggled. "Now, while we're all worked up an' everything, you want to do your sponge bath?"
"As long as I don't hear the icemaker," I laughed.
She maneuvered me back into the wheel chair then spread towels on my bed before we strained and grunted me back onto the bed. The next step was her appearing with a basin full of warm water, some soap, and a washcloth.
Now up to this point I was still pantsless from the bathroom trip, but the hem of the pajama top was mercifully long enough to cover my crotch. But the top had to come off. And Ronni was unsnapping the sleeve to get it off my damaged arm. And Ol' Pokey was there in open view.
She stood back to admire her handiwork. That pajama top was off, the special snaps allowing it to be removed without resorting to pulling it over my arms. "There," she said. "I can throw that one in the laundry when we finish and put you on a fresh one. Now be a good boy and let's get you all clean." She draped a towel over my crotch. "Decorum must be maintained," she commented.
I enjoyed her touch as she carefully washed my arms and chest and pits and both my hands. She regarded my face. "I... uh you NEED a shave..."
"I am going to have some trouble doing that, Ron," I said.
"I'm scared to do that," she admitted.
"Why? Don't you shave your legs?"
"Uh-huh," she admitted.
"Same thing, babe," I said. "The razor and shaving gel is in the bathroom. It's best to do it while my face is still damp."
"Okay. I'll try. But I'm not promising much." She left and came back, and in a few minutes, with surprisingly few "Ouch!" and "Oops!" sounds, I FELT like I was shaved. Giggle. "You're not even bleeding that much..." giggle. "At least compared to the other day..."
I laughed with her.
"Now roll over on your stomach," she said. She assisted me with that move and then washed some more. "Okay, that's done," she said. As she rolled me over onto my back again, her eyes connected with mine. "Well, buster, it's TIME. Lemme go change the water."
I was laying on my back, naked except for soft casts on my left arm and leg, and the hand towel she'd draped over Ol' Pokey. She came back in. "Here we go," she said. She looked into my eyes as she slipped the towel away. And began a very workmanlike and technical cleaning. No giggles, no titters, no "Ewwwww!" (fortunately). She washed everything as if she had been doing exactly this sort of thing for years.
"Just like a baby," she said. "Except more of it." Of course. Ronni was a sometimes babysitter.
"Just curious, though," she said. "I didn't know guys shaved there. I mean, I've heard of girls, you know, that bikini problem, but guys?"
"Uh... I dunno how many other guys do, but I like how it feels cooler and cleaner." That was a little embarrassing. I didn't say that it was something started by my ex-wife and I liked the habit. And further, Ol' Pokey knew we were talking about him and he stood up.
Her eyes widened. "Uh, no baby ever did THAT."
"Sorry,' I said. "Sometimes it has a mind of its own. I didn't do that on purpose." And the embarrassment made Ol' Pokey lay down.
"I'm sorry, Dave. I just didn't expect it." She looked at me. And there was a light sprinkle of perspiration on her forehead.
"That's what I was worried about, Ronni," I said. "I'm hopelessly normal and there are such things as reflexes. That's one of 'em. And I never meant to embarrass you."
"Uh, no, Dave... I shouldn't be embarrassed. I've been kind teasing and playing, and then when there it is... Well, it startled me."
"Sorry." That was all I could think to say.
Ronni, on the other hand, had shifted modes. "So, is that normal size?"
"What?"
"Simple question. Is it normal size?"
I was a whopping six inches. "Yeah, pretty much normal."
"Oh. Okay. I mean, since I SAW it, I thought I'd ask."
"Well, it is..." Now I was the one feeling the flush of my face turning red.
"Oh, now YOU'RE embarrassed, Dave. I'm sorry."
"Oh, just help me get my pajamas on." I paused. "Pants first."
She giggled. A little bit of wiggling and a few groans later, I was again chastely clad in convalescent pajamas.
"Wanna go back in the living room?" she asked. "That way I can straighten the bed and then take my shower. Okay?"
"Sure, babe," I said. We worked me off the bed and back into that wheelchair, and then reversed in the living room to put me back in my recliner.
Once I was situated, she asked, "Comfy, now?"
"Yes, Ronni. Thanks."
"Oh, poo!" she laughed. "thank you." And she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"What's that for?" I asked, startled. No, it wasn't the first kiss I'd ever gotten from Ronni. I could remember a few dozen pecks over the years from an excited little girl over birthday presents and winning games . But none of these was evident now.
"Because you worry about me. You care how I feel." She smiled at me.
"Of course I do, Ronni. You're my best friend."
"You keep saying that, Dave. What about the people you work with?" she looked at me, those brown eyes soft, questioning.
"Oh, I have a lot of good friends, Ronni," I said. "You saw some of them visit. But who's here, taking care of me, when she could be out having a life this summer?"
"Dave, who comes to my games and who played team dad while Dad was overseas? I owe you. Besides, you're always here when I need you."
"Go take your shower before we start cryin' and huggin', babe." I said. She left. And left me thinking. Fifteen minutes later I heard the water stop running, then the sound of a hair dryer. Then another fifteen minutes for jawline-length brown hair to be brushed and dried to a shiny completion.
And Ronni walked in. I'd seen Ronni in a lot of different outfits over the years, jeans and a blouse or a shirt, or one of those abbreviated shorts and jersey things for softball or volleyball, or even a bathing suit, and she looked good in a dress, from a cute seven year old going to church with her mom and dad ten years ago to an understated formal for prom a few weeks back.
None of those prepared me for Ronni in a nightshirt that was essentially an oversized, overlength t-shirt. Oh, to be sure, it covered her from her neck to almost her knees, but it was cotton and underneath, well, I could see that she had panties on. And no bra. And long, athletically-formed legs. Not grotesquely muscular, just firm and well-shaped. I was trying not to stare.
"Whew!" she said. "I feel soooo much better! I needed a bath."
"Yeah, I know how good it felt when you finished mine," I said.
"I can imagine. Do you need anything, babe?" she asked.
"Nope," I said. "Relax. You've done plenty for me today." I didn't say 'including getting my heart rate up with that nightshirt'. And "babe". She called me "babe". "Here! Get the remote and find something for us."
She picked it up after I tossed it artlessly with my good hand and started punching through channels. Finally she found something on "Animal Planet" that looked good. We watched together for an hour, then started another episode in the sequence, and then it was bedtime.
"I'm gonna need a couple of those pain pills, Ron," I said.
She got up and retrieved the medicine and a glass of water. I took my medicine. She helped me into the wheelchair again and wheeled me to the bathroom. "You need to tinkle before you go to bed, so you won't have to get up at night, babe."
"You're a smart lady," I said. Instead of trying to sit again, I used Ronni's arms to help me to a standing position and then fumbled at the fly of my pajamas until I got my dick out. As I was peeing, I glanced over. Ronni's eyes were turned away. Finishing, I gave it a couple of shakes and managed to get it back inside my PJ's, then with minimal effort I sat back down and let Ronni move me to my bed. She turned back the covers and we worked my damaged body onto the bed.
"Uh, Ronni," I asked, "I forgot to ask you. Where are you planning on sleeping? There're blankets and pillows if you want to use the sofa. Or you can use Brittney's room." I kept my daughter's room intact for the rare occasions that she was over for a visit.
But Ronni had a different idea. "I'm sleeping in here, Dave," she said quietly. "In case you need something during the night."
"Uh, Ronni," I stammered, "in the same bed? Your folks..."
"Mom trusts me, Dave. And I trust YOU, not to mention the fact that you can't hardly scratch yourself, much less try to have your way with me..." she smiled. "So relax. I won't kick you. I don't move much in my sleep."
"You're serious?!?!"
"About you... uh, taking care of you? Yes I am." She walked to the opposite side of the bed and turned on a lamp, then turned off the overhead lights. And crawled into my bed. As she stretched her legs under the covers, she asked, "Do you like music on when you go to sleep?"
I could feel the painkillers beginning to work. "Yes I do. If you punch that clock radio..."
She punched. "Oooohhhh, late night classical. I listen to this..."
She was on my right side. I felt her hand reach for mine, grasp my fingers, and squeeze. "G'nite, Dave. And by the way, this is the first time I've been in bed with a guy..."
"Ronni, that's..." I started.
"Oh, don't get worked up. You KNOW what I mean... g'nite." She giggled and I felt the bed move, then her breath against my cheek, then a chaste kiss. And I drifted off. I could always blame the strange dreams on the drugs, right?
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By ten AM we were on the road. I figured a hundred miles or so ought to get us away from prying eyes. I really liked our previous hotel stay, but I didn't want to show up there too often, so we did a whole different city in the next state over.
The motel was a national chain, and on the upper end of the scale as temporary lodging goes. We brought our bags into a clean, bright room with two queen beds. I was paranoid enough today to think that we just didn't look like we should be sleeping in the same bed, and so I chose our room accordingly.
"TWO beds?" questioned Cindy?
"Yeah."
"And WHO is supposed to sleep in the OTHER one?"
"One to sleep in, one to play in," I laughed.
She responded by pushing me over backward and then straddling my chest, her jean-clad crotch in front of my face. I ran my hands up her thighs, over her ribs and then cupped her perky breasts through the shirt. No bra.
"You didn't even notice," she said, faking a pout. "I've been like this since we went to breakfast. An' YOU didn't notice!"
"Oh, I noticed, alright. I've been wanting to touch you for four hours now..."
"Mmmmm," she said. "One of these days..."
"One of these days WHAT?"
"One of these days we're going to be able to hold each other in public. I mean besides a little hand-holding. Like in, arm around you. Or sit on the same side of the booth. Or a kiss by a fountain in the middle of a public park."
"I know, sweetness. Believe me, I want to shout your name from a mountaintop."
"I believe you," she said, then she grinned. "But what I want is, if we get caught makin' love behind the bushes, all they could do is get us for indecent exposure, an' not put you in jail for molesting young girls."
"But I LIKE molesting young girls."
She dug fingers into my ribs. "You better mean just ONE young girl!" Giggles. The young girl was straddling my chest as this conversation continued. "Babe, start your laptop up and let's see what there is to do in this town..."
"Besides YOU?"
"Oh, you'll do me before the night's over, lover."
Okay, yeah, as a matter of fact I do carry a laptop on weekends, even with a pretty, eager, redheaded companion. The laptop provided us with the venue of a local university chamber orchestra's performance. I was certain that the little redhead would provide everything else.
We made love all afternoon. Sweet, uninhibited love. Nearing dinnertime, we showered, dressed, went to dinner, then joined a small crowd for seats in an auditorium and listened to a chamber orchestra bring us Bach.
We left the hall with the crowd. I punched rapidly at the GPS. Cindy noted that. "What're you looking for, baby?"
"A park with a fountain. At ten at night, I think I can kiss you there..."
"Awwwww!" I heard the click as she fastened her seat belt beside me. "You listened to what I said."
"I always do, princess." Several blocks. Found a parking space in an empty lot. There were a few other couples out in the dim lighting. I slid out the driver's side of the truck and caught Cindy as she slid out behind me. With the truck locked behind us, I took her hand in mine as we walked around savoring the relatively cool October air. The fountain was easy to find, the burbling rush of water leading us up the path. I led her by the hand, having her stand on a step. She turned around to face me, the step she was standing on added the height she needed to stare directly into my eyes. She glanced around and saw nobody paying attention to us, and then her arms wrapped me up and we kissed.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"No, thank you, dearest," I answered.
Her face was close to my ear. "Dan," she said, "Take me back to the hotel. I want you. In bed. Okay?"
"Just like that?"
"Yes, love of my life. Like THAT!" She smiled, her green eyes twinkling in the dim light. I promise I broke the speed limits only slightly.
She was undressed and in bed before I was, laying there completely nude in the lamplight, her body glowing, exuding sexuality from her small feet, up her slim legs to the soft red patch of hair on her pubic mound to the flatness of her belly, those two breasts, mounding softly, punctuated by perfectly pink, quarter-sized areoles and nipples like pencil erasers, hard ... and that face. I don't know how you're supposed to mix a young girl's innocence with lust and love, but she was doing it. As I crawled into bed she broke into a smile.
Her hand reached up to pull my face toward hers and we kissed, ending with her giggle. "You know, babe, you're more than I ever dreamed of, too."
My hand cupped a perfect breast and my fingertips toyed with her nipple. I felt a quiver run through her body. Her hand sliding down my side and wrapping around my dick provided her with an answering shiver from me. Our lips locked. Her adventurous tongue met mine as I moved my hand from her sweet breast down to find the cleft of her pussy. I brushed it with the tips of my fingers, then dipped one fingertip just between those lips and traced the length of her lips. On the return my finger dipped deeper, sliding easily in the wetness.
She was squeezing and milking me, pre-cum smearing over the head of my dick as my fingertip teased the head of her clitty. I tasted as well as felt her moan in my mouth as we remained in our kiss. She pushed me onto my back and one of those long legs swung across me as she took charge of our lovemaking. Kneeling astride me, both hands on my chest, she let her hot, wet pussy search for the head of my dick. Her eyes twinkled and she was biting her bottom lip, her "I'm concentrating" face. Her face changed with a sigh breaking into a giggle as the head of my dick met the opening of her wet passage and she slid down on me, impaling herself and bringing indescribable pleasure to us both.
She sat back. "There!" she announced. "I want EVERY bit of you. I want to LOVE you every way we can!"
"We do, don't we, babe?" I answered. "You're my best friend, the love of my life, and my wife."
"Yes, I AM your wife, Dan. Forever!" She fell forward, wrapping her arms around us. "Now kill me. Do me until I pass out!" And we did. Orgasms. I think she had two or three before mine, only one, happened. But my one came with her LAST one and she did indeed pass out, laying in my arms for almost a minute before light kisses caused her eyelids to flutter. I was rewarded with a sublime smile from the one person I loved most in the world.
We fell asleep after she slowly rolled us over on our sides, her breath a measured, soft cadence I felt on my chest. The last conscious thought I had before I slid into slumber myself was the clean smell of her hair against a background odor of the musk of our sexual exertions.
Without an alarm to start our day, it was usually a random selection as to which of us woke up first, or maybe I should say who made the first movements. Sunday morning was my turn. I lay there for some time, inventorying the feelings of my own body awakening, then noting the soft rounded warmth of her perfect ass against my hip. I turned gently so as not to startle her awake. I spooned up behind her and couldn't resist tiny kisses to the nape of her neck where it was uncovered by the fall of her auburn hair. She stirred. I carefully wrapped my left arm over her. Gently holding her. Her hand touched mine and pulled it to cover her breast.
"Mmmmm, morning, love," she whispered.
"Mornin' sweetie," I said.
"Can I ask you something? And you'll be honest with me?"
"You can ask me anything. And when have I ever NOT been honest with you?"
"This is different." And she wanted to have the "titty talk".
You see, Cindy was fourteen and a month or so old now. And she was an "A" cup, maybe getting into "B" territory. I thought these were the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a few.
"Do you like my breasts? I mean, really?"
"God, yes, baby. You have the most perfect breasts imaginable. Perfect."
She rolled over to face me. The anatomy in question was pressing gently into my chest. "They're not big."
"So what!"
"That lady in the shiny green dress last night, I mean, she had, well, I thought she had nice looking ones, and they were bigger."
I remembered the lady in question. She was good-looking, mid to late thirties, carefully coifed, heels, in all a carefully and well turned out product.
"Baby," I said, "that was a production. Makeup, hair, bra, dress, heels, all carefully put together. You, little darling, you get up in the morning looking better than she does after two hours' work."
"But I don't have big titties. Most guys LIKE big titties."
"Am I "most guys"?"
"No." the answer was a little meek.
"Haven't I told you that all my life I was looking for YOU and settling for little bits and pieces?"
"Yes. But..."
"No but. You're perfect. Personality. Brains. Body. Sometimes I think about how perfect you are and it scares me. I can't imagine ever living without you."
"But, I mean, like, when I'm on top of you and I bend over, my titties don't dangle."
"And that's a BAD thing? Baby, you don't know how many women wish they were as firm as you."
"How big was your wife?"
"That's another world, baby, long gone."
"But how big?"
"Okay." I sat up. "Let's talk."
She looked at me, her green eyes questioning.
"Here's the deal. She was a C-cup. Last girlfriend, the one that dumped me, she was maybe a C, maybe a D. I don't know. I didn't pay attention. So I've got some experience with bigger titties. Baby, what I'm saying is that it doesn't matter. Your smile, your laughter, your conversation, you could weigh 300 hundred pounds and have titties the size of milk jugs, and it wouldn't matter. Or you could be completely flat-chested. It doesn't matter. There's this YOU that I'm in love with, and you're perfect."
"But..."
"Stop with the 'but's', baby. You have no idea how many men see you and start drooling and lusting. I'm one of them. But I'm the lucky one. You're mine. And I love you. Okay?"
"Okay. Just tell me."
I slid my other arm underneath her and rolled, bringing her on top of me. "Tell you what? That I think you're the cutest, sexiest thing I've ever imagined? That I love you until the sun is a dark spot in the sky? That you make me wish I could write symphonies to your beauty? What do you want me to tell you?"
Then the giggles started. "Tell me where we're having breakfast..."
"Grrrr," I growled, and then clamped my lips over her left breast. My tongue worked over the nipple in swirls, then I bit it lightly. "I think I'll just have these for breakfast."
She pulled away with a squeal. "I guess that means that I'm having sausage!" And she spun around and her mouth sucked my hardening dick in, treating it to a tongue lashing.
"Yeah," I gasped, "You have sausage, an' I get this nice, moist muffin." We moved into a wonderful sixty-nine, her mouth clamped over the head of my dick, my mouth covering her pussy to receive the juices stirred up by my tongue. I cupped her butt cheeks with my hands, savoring the juices filling my mouth, relishing the actions of her combined hands and tongue and lips on my dick. Eight hours' rest was plenty enough for a recharge for me, and my Cindy was always up for coming, and my tongue was herding her there fast.
I heard "Eennnnnnnghhh" simultaneously with her hips thrusting, pushing her pussy into my face, her clit against my flicking tongue. "Gahhhhh! Ohgodohgodohgod! Dan! I'm. THERE!" She came, holding my hard dick against her cheek, afraid to put it in her mouth while she came.
I kept licking, softer now, letting her ride her orgasm to its conclusion. With a sigh, she sucked me back into her mouth, her tongue and teeth working me back to full hardness, then teasing me to orgasm that was almost brutal, and sucking me dry. My softening dick was her signal to turn around and kiss me full on the mouth. I could taste a little of myself in her warm mouth.
"I guess we just love each other, babe," she said.
"I guess we do." I kissed her again. We lay in each other's arms. "Cindy, baby, don't ever think that I want to change anything about you. You're fourteen. You're going to grow. And change. So am I. And I will love you through it all."
"I thought about that, too, Dan," she said. "I mean, how it would be as we changed, and you know, I talked to Mizz Helen about her an' her husband, and she told me that love finds its own beauty."
"Yes it does, cutie. Yes it does."
She rolled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Returning, she said, "Come on, baby, let's go get breakfast."
"Pack first?"
"Yeah. Then we can leave here and go straight home."
"Let's do a quick shower. Somebody's liable to notice that we smell like a small orgy."
"Uh-huh ... yeah, mister. I feel positively molested this morning already." She looked suggestively over her shoulder as she headed back to the bathroom. I followed. Our shower was sensual, her body seductive, wet, her hands active over my body. We rinsed the soap away, almost finished, and she knelt in front of me, the shower water slicking her hair against her head. She looked up at me, mouth open, smiling, then her hand pointed the head of my dick toward her waiting lips. Her mouth closed around it with an "Mmmmmm" that reverberated throughout my being. And then she pulled her head back, my dick leaving her lips with an audible pop. She stood up. "You know, I have a plan."
"What plan?"
"I'm not telling you. A girl's got to have some mystery, huh?"
"Okay..."
We got dressed, packed our bags, and checked out, walking out, me and this indescribable little red-headed beauty. We found a breakfast place, fitting in with the Sunday morning crowd, laughing, talking about the music, the people, and the clear fall day.
We'd just gotten back in the truck when my cellphone rang. I saw the caller ID. It was Jim Hardesty. I told Cindy, then punched the button on the phone. "This is Dan," I answered.
"Dan, this is Jim Hardesty. From school."
"Yeah, Jim. That's what my caller ID said. What's up?"
"Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"No, I'm good."
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over this evening for supper. I'm doin' ribs on the barbecue."
"That'd be great. But there's one thing..."
"What's that?"
"I have Cindy with me today. Promised her that I'd bring her to the mall. We'll be finished in plenty of time, but can she come along?"
"Hey, sure! That's great! See ya'll about four-thirty?"
"Yep. We'll be there!"
Cindy was watching my one-sided conversation. "What'd you just get us into?" she asked.
"Barbecue at your guidance counselor's house for supper."
"Really? He's nice. Likes us kids. I've seen him really work with some of them."
"Yeah. I know. You're one of them. Are you gonna be okay? I mean, we can't be husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend. Just gotta be me and my shadow."
She grinned. "I can do that. On good days, I can actually be quite charming, you know."
"And on better days, you can be delicious," I laughed.
We drove back to the RV park, did the small amount of housework we needed to do to keep the trailer in good order, then we changed into swimsuits, grabbed a couple of towels and headed to the pool for our daily swim. Three weekender families were there, one of them I recognized from previously, the paper mill manager with wife and kids, a couple of other nuclear families, each with a teenaged daughter, one teenaged boy, a couple of pre-teen kids, all splashing in the pool. I greeted the adults politely, shook hands with the guy I recognized first, then the others.
I did a few laps in the pool, as did Cindy, her lithe body easily cutting the water beside me. I was thinking that I'd hate to race her. I finished my laps and climbed out to towel off and occupy an empty lounge. The afternoon was filled with the sounds of (mostly) happy children, and we adults talked about the kids, the work, the news, hunting, fishing, etc. I couldn't help but notice that the appearance of Cindy, even in her one-piece bathing suit, was more than enough to eclipse the older two teen girls. The boy, brother to one of the girls, had apparently been devoting a lot of attention to the other, but when Cindy showed up, well, Cindy was the top of that little heap. I noted him putting his best moves on her, and I also noted her easily fending him off, choosing instead to talk to the girls.
I heard one little comment, though. "Go play somewhere else! I told you I already HAVE a boyfriend!" A little later she got out of the pool, came to me and took her towel and then stretched out on the lounge beside me. And I do mean "stretched", as in arms over her head, back arched, stretched. And when she finished, she looked me and smiled. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," I said. She listened to us "adults" chit-chat for a while then I bid my leave. "We have to go get ready for you to go home," I said.
"Yessir," she said, playing her role. We walked back to the trailer, carefully NOT side by side.
Inside the trailer, I laughed, "What are you trying to do, give those guys heart attacks?"
"What did I do?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, you KNOW what you did. That stretch!"
"Hah! Those other two girls were pretty, an' both of them had bigger tits. They could've stretched. An' THEY were wearing bikinis! You won't let me wear a bikini," she pouted. "Besides, I wanted to do THIS!" With that statement she went to her knees, pulled my trunks down and took my dick in her mouth.
"Oh, god! Baby!"
She stood up, smiling, wrapped her arms around my waist and we kissed. "I love you, Dan!"
"I love you too, Cindy." I breathed her fresh scent, gazed into those startling green eyes and saw them answer me with love. That's all I need.
We each did a quick rinse in the shower and she was sitting on the stool drying her hair when I stepped out. "What should I wear?" she asked.
"Oh, you're just coming back from a trip to the mall. I'm thinking something informal."
"Jeans and a blouse, then?"
"Perfect!"
"And I'll try not to sit on your lap while we're there..." Giggles.
"Save that for later."
"I have plans, remember?"
"Yeah. I remember. What are your plans?"
"Nuh-uh. Ain't telling you. But I think you'll like them." Sweet smile. With a leer lurking somewhere in the deep background. Her eyes can't lie.
And dammit! Jeans. Blue denim with pockets and seams that perfectly framed a fine female butt. And a dark green blouse. And matching elastic headband tastefully pulling her red hair away from the sides of her face, leaving bangs hovering just above those green eyes. And a pair of athletic shoes. Fourteen. Okay, in that strange way of young girls, she could have been any age from thirteen to seventeen, but she was pure sexuality in a sweet, innocent wrapper. That reached out and grabbed my dick before we left to get on the road. Hah!
I punched an address written on the back of one of my business cards into the truck's GPS and we followed its directions, listening to the classical music on the public broadcasting station as we drove. She was sitting in the regular passenger seat, the console folded down between us. Finally we pulled up in the driveway of a nice brick house, not suburban, but not all the way out in the country, either.
As we were getting out of the truck I heard Jim's voice over the board privacy fence. "We're back here waitin' on yah!" I could smell the smoky goodness of barbecue.
We pushed our way into the back yard, finding ourselves on a shaded patio. Jim Hardesty was tending slabs of pork ribs over a smoky wood fire.
"No charcoal?" I asked.
"Just a little under there to get things started, then it's all hickory all the way. Hi, Miss Cindy!"
"Hi, Mister Hardesty," Cindy answered.
A short, busty blonde woman walked through the sliding glass door from inside the house. "Hi!" she said, "you must be Dan! I'm Ann!" She shook my hand.
"Well, hello, Ann! This is Cindy."
"Hello, Mizz Ann," Cindy said, shaking hands.
"Sweetie, you can come with me. These guys are gonna be hip-deep in war stories in about five minutes. I'm buildin' a tater salad and some baked beans and Teresa's in the den." Teresa was Jim and Ann's daughter, thirteen, a school grade younger and a nodding acquaintance to Cindy. Cindy followed dutifully. "Yes ma'am," she said.
"Have a seat." Jim motioned me to a patio chair. "I hope you weren't expecting lite beer. I like this Texas stuff. Shiner. Hell, I even visited the factory."
"That'll be great. I don't drink that lite stuff either." Over beer we went through the whole meeting thing. He was a former Marine pilot. Harriers, no less. I was a former army combat engineer. We'd both ended up in the same arena for a war almost twenty years before, and Marines, even pilots, know about living in the dirt. We told war stories. I told him about my plane.
"You have a plane?"
"Yeah," I said. "Old Cessna 180. I bought it when I was in Alaska. Flew it back to the states. Had it overhauled. It's in pretty decent shape now, for forty years old."
"Man, that's somethin'," he said. "I get the itch..."
"Then see if you're free Tuesday when I get off work. Give me a call. Two hundred and thirty horsepower and a hundred and forty knots ain't exactly a Harrier, but you're free to come fly."
"Hey, thanks! I just might do that!" he grinned. He told me how he ended up as a guidance counselor at an Alabama middle school. I told him how I ended up as the go-to guy for electrical power projects. We talked about great barbecue and good food in general. The chit-chat was jovial and enjoyable.
Finally Ann stuck her head out the door. "How much longer? You guys are up to your eyeballs in testosterone."
"Never marry a college grad," laughed Jim. "They know too many big words. Makes 'em all uppity!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You marry a Marine, you spend two decades trainin' 'im to walk without draggin' 'is knuckles on the ground!"
"'Cue's ready when ya'll get the table set."
The remainder of the Hardesty clan appeared, bringing out paper plates, drinks, casseroles, baked beans, and the table was set. We had a good, no, a great meal. Their children were well-behaved, and of course, my Cindy knew her way around etiquette, even with food you eat with your fingers. After the meal, Ann and the kids cleared the table and Jim and I took care of the grill.
"Ya know," he started, "one of the things I studied when I was getting my master's was prodigies, Dan."
"Prodigies?" I questioned.
"Yeah. You know. People who are just head and shoulders above the crowd."
"Uh-huh," I said, letting him go.
"I think that describes Miss Cindy."
"Seriously? Cindy? I mean, she's smart. She hauls her homework over and all I do is check over it. She's got it wrapped."
"Yeah. I've talked with her teachers. Not formally, you understand, just feeling things out since we had the meeting, you know."
"She's not being a problem, is she? I talked to her about that rhumb line thing and about showing other people up, especially teachers."
"Oh no," Jim said. "Her teachers are using her like an aide now. She's helping the slower ones."
I said, "She told me she was helping out in math class."
"And language. And science. And social studies."
"Wow! She hadn't mentioned that."
"Well," said Jim, "that's what is going on. You know, Dan, the biggest part of my job is handling problem kids, ones that get to the eighth grade that can't read or do basic math, or who have personality disorders or really, mostly just need a good bit of decent parenting. Kids like Cindy just zip through the system and nobody ever pays attention to them because they're not the problem. Most times, the teachers just breathe a sigh of relief and send 'em on."
"Yeah, I know. Plenty of programs for special education. I wish there was something we could do for Cindy. Smart kids are special too."
Jim turned to me like a light bulb just went off in his head. "Hey! You just gave me an idea."
"Huh?"
"Smart kids are special, too. You said that. Lemme play with that a bit."
"How? What?"
Jim smiled. "When a kid is classified as 'special', the school has to come up with an IEP, an individualized education program, to fit that student."
"Ooooo-kay..." I said.
"Since 'special' usually means the kid is way behind other students or can't do the work, and we have tutors and remedial classes and stuff. But you know," he said, "I never saw anything that said we couldn't run that in the OPPOSITE direction. I mean, Cindy's test scores, well, she's in the top one percent. Maybe I can work the special ed angle for her."
"Well don't get yourself in trouble, Jim," I said. "I'm looking at some on-line stuff for her."
"Good! Good!" he laughed. "You do that. Let me know if you come up with something. And gimme a week." He closed the top of the barbecue pit. "Let's go inside."
I followed him into the house. Cindy, Ann and Teresa were sitting in the den. We joined them.
"Where's the boy?" asked Jim.
Ann answered, "Up in his room, playin' video games."
"Bill," Jim hollered, "come down here and be social!"
"In a minute, Dad," came the answer.
"He'll be down here," said Jim. "We don't let him miss out on family stuff."
Ann chimed in. "Jim, did you know that Cindy's into classical music?"
'No? Really?" asked Jim. "What do you like?"
Cindy smiled. "Ummm, right now I'm listening to baroque stuff. Handel. Telemann."
"Handel? Wow? "Water Music"?" Jim asked.
"Oh, gosh, yes! Mr. Dan gave me a CD. The first time I listened I had tears in my eyes. It's just so moving! It's HUGE!"
"Yes, that's some grand music. Say, didn't Ann tell you that she is a violinist?"
"No. Really?" Cindy looked at Ann.
"Yes," Ann said. "I was in the orchestra in college. I did a few recitals. But it's really difficult to get past that certain point." She sighed. "And then you marry a Marine..."
Jim laughed. "Yeah, you marry a Marine who plays banjo."
I looked at Jim. "You play banjo?"
Jim laughed again. "Hey! This is Alabama. Of course I play banjo." He grinned. "But I started out playing guitar. Gets girls, yah know!"
"Hey!" chirped Ann. "You need to take care of the girl you got!"
"So," I said, "violin and banjo. Sounds like bluegrass to me."
Ann's turn. "As a matter of fact, if you call it a fiddle, yes, we do. A little."
I saw the bass guitar in the corner. "I can do THAT thing. I might be rusty, but I can do that. Straight guitar, too. Rusty at that, too."
"Wow, Mr. Dan," she said. "I didn't know you play guitar."
"It's been a while. I used to get together with some buddies and play. Even did a few clubs. But road work killed that. Besides, I don't get excited about the music I was playing."
"What'd you play?" questioned Ann.
"Oh, the contemporary country and western stuff. Never could find a bluegrass bunch."
Jim said, "Well, let's try some simple stuff. You remember the key of G?"
"Oh yeah," I said.
Dan pulled an amp out to plug the bass guitar into, and Ann showed up with a violin, and Jim reached behind the sofa and retrieved a banjo, and in fits and starts, music was made. At first, Cindy was shocked, then her expression changed to amusement, then enjoyment as we ran through a few old bluegrass tunes.
Jim looked at her. "What'd ya think, Miss Cindy?"
"Wow!"
Ann jumped in. "I love classical music too, but baby, this is people's music. We're people. This is the music we can make."
Cindy said, "You know, I never heard of music like this before. It's great!"
Ann said, "Isn't it, now! Jim, let's do one more before we get the kids headed to bed."
""Ashokan Farewell"? That's a sad one." And we did. And it was sad, haunting, Ann wrung the tears out with her bow and Jim's banjo relived dashed hopes and dreams, and I saw a tear slide down Cindy's cheek.
Finally we left, thanking our hosts profusely and vowing to return.
On the drive home, Cindy said, "There you go again. I didn't know you played the guitar."
"Sorry, baby. It never came up. I don't bring one with me, usually, so you never asked."
"Yeah, well, remember what I said about making music? You guys made music. That's wonderful. And powerful."
"And fun. Don't forget fun!"
"Speaking of fun..." she said as we pulled into the RV park, "I asked Mizz Helen for a key to the pool since she's closing it tomorrow. Let's go for a swim."
"But it's dark."
The little thing grinned. "Yeah. Dark. And nobody else is around."
We emerged from the trailer again in bathing suits. This time she was wearing her bikini, wrapped in towel. She unlocked the gate and we slid into the water. It felt wonderful. Cindy pushed up against me and kissed me. This was not our normal pool activity. But then the pool was off limits after dark.
I kissed her back. She backed away from me and reached behind her back. The bikini top was off.
"Cindy!"
"Plans, Dan!" She ducked under water and then laid her bikini bottom on the edge of the pool. "One of us needs to get with the program."
"Uh-huh!" I stripped my trunks off. They joined her bikini poolside. She cuddled up against me in the water.
"I could beat you swimming now, for sure," she giggled. "You seem to have developed a drag-inducing protrusion, sir."
"I wonder why. It's not right that beautiful young girls should seduce older men in the pool at night."
Giggles. "Yes, but sometimes it's the only way young girls can get old men to do 'em in the pool."
And we played. Toyed with each other. And finally ended up with me backed against the edge of the pool, her legs wrapped around me, our mouths merged, mating, climaxing together in the water. She held onto me for luscious minutes afterward.
Finally, we regained full faculties. "Babe," I said, "I hate to end this, but it's time to get back to the house."
"Yeah, I know, but this is the first time I ever skinny-dipped since I was, like, five. And it's the first time I ever made love in the water."
"But it won't be the last. For any of that." I reached for my trunks and slipped them on.
Cindy said, "Get my bikini!" I grabbed it. Both pieces together weren't a full handful. I held it out to her. "Nuh-uh! I'm goin' nude!" She giggled and jumped out of the water, her body wet and glistening in the light of a half-moon.
"You're gonna get us thrown in jail, baby," I pled.
"Oh, I'm gonna wrap this towel around me. But YOU will know that I'm nude!" She smiled and slipped on her pool slippers. And wrapped the towel around her. It barely covered from the gentle curve atop her breasts to just below the cleft of her pussy. And I could see her eyes laughing as I got out of the pool. We walked hand in hand back to the trailer. She stood on the step, turned around to me, smiled, and dropped the towel, then backed through the door.
I got inside, closing the door behind me, locking it. "You are one sexy little thing!"
"I'm YOUR sexy little thing!" She giggled delightedly and tugged me toward the bed, hauling in between her spread thighs. I was hard, and she was eager and I penetrated her in one swift motion. "Mmmm!" she sighed, "My life is so much better with you, Dan..."
"I don't think I was even living before I met, you, Cindy!" Her legs wrapping around my hips was sign that she was serious about another time, and despite the fact that we were only a half-hour from the previous coupling, Cindy's enthusiasm found its way to my dick. I plunged into her eagerly, finding her hips meeting me on every stroke. Soon we were both in the throes of rising orgasms.
I heard her "Nnnnnnnn" as she climbed her mountain. We kissed. Our kiss broke as our pubic mounds mashed together time after time, and then I felt her kiss my chest. Then the kiss took on suction. And then her teeth started closing on a bit of me. And this was harder than the usual nips we used when toying with each other. I was on the edge of pain as I heard her go "Nnnnnnnghhhhh!" through clenched teeth. I felt her hips push upward, meeting my thrust, driving me deep inside her, then I felt the clenching, spasming walls of her pussy as she climaxed. And all that, well, that was more than enough for me. I squirted my load, spurt after spurt, deep inside her. My Cindy knew what was going on, and little wiggles of her hips augmented the clenches of her pussy. Her teeth released me and she pulled my face to hers and we kissed.
The kiss finally broke, letting me see a bright-eyed, smiling, breathless Cindy. "Wow!" she said. "Does getting THAT excited mean I'm one of those exhibition people?"
"You mean "exhibitionist"? Either that, or you like teasing me."
She giggled again. "I know that teasing you gets me going." She looked at my chest. "Ohmigod! Look at what I did to your chest!" I looked. There was a bruise forming. Around teeth marks. "I am so sorry, baby! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"You didn't hurt me, sweetie. If I was hurt, I couldn't have done what we just finished."
"So it, like, felt GOOD?"
"Yeah! I guess it did. I guess I saw it as a sign of your intensity."
She smiled. "That WAS pretty intense."
"Mmm-hmmm," I said. "But I need a shower now..."
"Me too. I wish this place had a shower big enough for both of us..."
"I do too, baby, but when I spec'ed it out, I didn't figure that I'd ever find anyone like you to live in it..."
"I understand. But we can have our weekends, right?"
Hotels. With big showers. "Yes, ma'am!" I laughed. "Now go make sure that you don't show up in class smelling like last night's orgy..." I watched her stroll naked to the shower, softly curved ass moving seductively. She cast a last look over her shoulder before entering the little bathroom. I laid out my clothes for the next day and she was out. I went in, rinsed down, and shaved. She was drying her hair went I got out. I helped her brush those copper locks out, and then we went to bed. To sleep this time. With me spooned up behind her, her butt nestled against my happy, satiated dick, the top of her head smelling clean and fresh, my arm around her. She took my hand in hers and moved it to cover one perfect breast. |
Chapter One
"Ill blows the wind that profits nobody" William Shakespeare
The land had been home to members of my family for generations, with the best part of the property being a high ridge running parallel to the not too distant Gulf of Mexico. After great great grand-dad bought a couple of thousand acres, over the years of heirs and sub-dividing, I was fortunate to end up with the choicest of tracts, including the hillock on which I built my house.
Now about the house. I'm an engineer, electrical, actually, and several years ago I was in the middle of a bunch of other engineers, drinking beer and eating barbecue in somebody's back yard and I mentioned the tract of land. Beautiful place, but it was the stripe down the middle of hurricane alley. Flooding wasn't likely, but winds? Nothing for miles in any direction except a few live oak trees bent in interesting poses by decades of wind.
We had representation of the engineering staff there, my co-workers, contemporaries, and when I said something about building, they ran through a litany of jokes about houses blowing away. But the civil guy said, "Nah! Piece of cake. I can draw up some specs and some plans and details and I can guarantee that a Category Five won't touch it." And that's how the house was built. Where a standard foundation rode on the surface of the soil with a thick chainwall around the edge, MY foundation was tied with steel to a set of poured reinforced concrete borings. And the frame was bolted and strapped to the foundation. And the roof was strapped to the walls. And the roofing was sheet steel, screwed down with five times the standard fastenings. The windows were double strength and there were REAL shutters, decorative when folded back, to be sure, but when closed, the wind and blown debris wouldn't touch the windows. Anything outside was built to stand a hundred and seventy-five mile per hour winds. With engineered margins. Everything. That was the house.
And I'm the electrical guy, so behind the house was a generator. And a BIG tank of fuel. Enough for three or four weeks. Propane. It doesn't go bad. And I took care of it, running it, maintaining it, just like the ones that my clients depended on for emergency backup power. And when the parish (county if you're not in Louisiana) came by with a community water system, I said NO! and kept my deep well with a pump that I supplied power for.
That's what I had. And it was wonderful solitude. The nearest neighbor was a half mile away for the first two years after I built the house and moved in. And then a distant cousin decided to make some money off the government and built a set of apartments on an adjacent tract. Our rural area had NO "low income" housing, and a set of apartments was guaranteed to be filled with occupants who paid with government checks. Plus, he got a "special" deal on financing. And his "do-good" project leapt right over my objections to the zoning.
So my dream house now was neighbor to a set of four apartments in a two story frame building. Ten miles from the coast. And I can tell you that it wasn't built like MY house.
And it was August in Louisiana and every day I spent a few minutes checking weather reports for hurricanes. It was that time of the year. And one morning I looked, and there one was. I and everybody else on the coast followed the track and two days out, I knew I was in for a ride.
I called the agency that employed me as a troubleshooter and go-to guy for industrial power, and told them to take my name off the board for a few days. It was time to prepare. I bought groceries. I checked the battery stock, just in case. Wasn't anything left to do but close and bar the shutters and I was ready. Twenty-four hours before the storm, I was sitting in the living room, watching TV and petting the big yellow cat that was my companion. I watched the local news stations breathlessly calling for evacuations of the parish wherein I resided. I sat on my own porch and watched cars leaving the apartments as well as places further back up the road.
The winds picked up under strange-colored skies, clouds moving purposefully in busy patterns toward the storm out in the Gulf. I walked into my garage to check the big diesel pickup truck that was enclosed. Its tank was full, and there was a fresh drum of diesel inside the garage. In an adjacent building was my travel trailer. In hurricane winds, that trailer would be like a ping-pong ball in a blender, except that it was fully ensconced in a shelter built just as well as the house.
The truck was a tool of the trade. So was the trailer, home away from home when I had an out of state project. Prepped? That was me. Before cell towers went down, I called my family, sister and brother, safely housed further inland, and they were joining thousands moving north and east and west out of the oncoming storm. Both of them tried talking me out of staying, but I knew what roads looked like, jammed bumper to bumper, moving start and stop for a hundred miles in every direction.
So I made a pot of red beans and a pot of rice to go with it, and sat back to surf the news until the lines went down.
The winds continued to pick up. I watched my home's weather station. The winds started gusting above forty at dark. Sunset? No sun visible, just some peculiar glow in a generally western direction. I kicked back the recliner. The display was showing gusts over sixty by eight PM. And rising. The lights flickered. Came back on. Flickered again. And stayed off. That was the electricity. THEIR electricity. I went to my utility room, flashlight in hand, pushed a button, pulled a handle, and the lights were back on. Generator.
The cable was gone, too. Same pole somewhere up the road, most likely. Mentally I cussed. I knew I should've switched to a satellite system. I could've hardened that. I took comfort in the idea that with the heavy cloud and rain, the satellite signal would have been very erratic. But still I made mental note for a change when things got back to normal.
We were ninety and gusting higher, the howl of the wind audible even through well-built and insulated walls. Tommi, the neutered tomcat, decided that he needed companionship and he wedged himself into the recliner beside me. I put a DVD in the player and went to sleep.
I woke up and the winds were from the opposite direction, but down to forty in gusts. I looked out my portholes, the little windows that I didn't have shutters on, and it was daybreak. I'd weathered the storm. I fixed breakfast for myself and put a treat down for the old yellow cat. We enjoyed breakfast. Well, I enjoyed my own. He looked at his, and turned his picky old butt to it and stalked off.
By eight, the winds were down to thirty mile per hour gusts. I decided it was time to survey my kingdom. I walked outside. Windy. Splatters of rain. Low clouds scudding purposefully towards the eye somewhere inland. But the storm was over. I walked around the building. Not a thing was out of place. It had survived unscathed, result of a little engineering and a little extra time and money. The RV shelter was similarly unscathed. I busied myself opening shutters, putting my house back in normal condition. That took an hour.
I flipped open the cellphone. No signal. And I looked around, past my own fence. My neighboring apartment building was down in a shambles. Roof of part of it lifted off and flew to who knows where. The rest pushed over. I didn't see a sign of life, but as far as I knew, everybody had evacuated
The next thing I did was turn on the radio for local news. The storm had come ashore as a Category Three, the eye passing fifteen or twenty miles east of me. I'd come through the worst of it. The radio detailed post-storm situations. Like the fact that I was inside an area that was off limits to travel. The people who had evacuated wouldn't be allowed back. Walking down to the road and looking toward town, I could understand. Storm surge waters covered it a quarter mile from me. I could see debris as far as I could see.
I walked to the fence between my property and the apartment complex to get a better look. The fence, tall boards, was laying flat, having succumbed to early winds, I imagined. I was thinking about how much money was 'saved' on its construction and the construction of the apartments, building as cheaply as possible. I supposed that they have more than enough insurance, and after a few years of charging exorbitant rates to people who were spending government money, I figured they'd gotten their investment back already. But that's just numbers. I deal with a lot of numbers.
What I didn't intend to deal with was a faint sound from the rubble. I tilted my head to hear better. Yes. It was there. Sobbing.
"Helloooooo!!!!" I yelled. "Who's in there?"
"Hellllllllppppp!" was the return. My day just went from a relaxing bit of isolation to some sort of rescue effort. I jumped onto the flattened fence and ran to the edge of the rubble pile. "Help me!" A strained, crying, feminine voice. "I can't get out!"
"Keep talking," I called. "I need your voice to find you!" I turned to the western end of the rubble. "Are you okay?"
"I'm trapped! I can move, but I can't get out!"
"Can you see daylight?" I asked.
"Yes! There's boards in the way. I can't get past them."
I moved closer to the voice. I carefully climbed on some sort of satanic playground, carefully, wood splintered, cheap siding and plywood folded and cracked. "One more time," I said.
"Here. Over here. I saw your shadow. I'm wavin' my arm!"
I stopped and scanned the pile for movement. There! I saw a hand. "For heaven's sake, girl, are you okay?"
"I I don't know! I got hit on the head. I scraped my leg."
She wasn't too badly covered. The building's collapse had basically taken her wall sideways in one piece, leaving her with a space big enough for her to fit safely, a minor miracle. "Okay, I see your hand! Now keep still. Let's see what I need to do to get you out!"
"Oh, thank God," she said. "Are you the rescue people?"
"Nope, I'm the guy next door." I carefully lowered myself to a semi-prone position on the rubble so I could see her. There was a teenaged female face, wet, speckled with debris, hair a matted mess. She was separated from freedom by a lattice of two by four wall studs that had collapsed accordion-like as the building fell sideways.
I tried pulling on one. It was loose. Not loose enough that I could pull it out of the way with my hands, but loose enough to tell me that if it was gone, the building wouldn't fall further. I tried another. Same finding. Okay. A plan was forming.
"Let's get some names. "I'm Dan Granger. And you're"
"Dominique Domingue. People call me Nikki. N-I-K-K-I." That last name was pronounced "doe-main" in Cajun country.
"Hi, Nikki. I would have rather met you on a better note. I'm gonna have to go back to my house and get some tools. But we're gonna get you out of here, okay? Just wait a few more minutes."
"O-okay," she said. "Thank you, Mister Dan."
"It's okay, Nikki. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I carefully eased off the pile very carefully. I knew that I was on my own here. The last thing I needed was an injury to myself, especially since now there was another human life involved. Reaching the edge, I jogged back to the house and unlocked the side door to the shop building that held my tools. I retrieved a battery-powered reciprocating saw and a couple of the most aggressive blades I had in the drawer, and headed back to see Miss Nikki.
Reaching the edge of the pile, I called, "Nikki, I'm back. Hang in there."
"I'm not going anywhere, Mister Dan," she said. I parsed that answer. Trapped in a collapsed building in a hurricane disaster area, and she found enough in herself to make a joke.
After carefully picking my way back up the pile, I looked in at her. "Everybody's gone except the one comedian," I said.
"Sorry. It's the stress," she said. "Can you get me out?"
"Yeah, in a minute. Back up away from me as far as you can. I need to saw these boards." I put my hand on the offending lumber.
She scooted back a couple of feet.
"Close your eyes. There's gonna be sawdust," I warned.
"Okay. Go ahead."
I positioned the saw and pulled the trigger. Three seconds to complete the first cut. I pulled the board out of the way, watching for movement that might indicate the debris shifting. I saw none. I cut the other end of that bit loose. A similar procedure had the second out of the way in another minute. There was, I surmised, a girl-sized hole to crawl through.
"Okay, Miss Nikki," I said. "Let's see if you can get out of there."
I saw her hands appear, then she stuck her head out. A few wiggles later, she was holding onto my hand as she slithered free. She stood up shaking. Soaking wet. Jeans were soaked, spattered with bits of insulation and debris. Cotton t-shirt, torn at the neck. Athletic shoes. Hair plastered to her face. Shivering. Dammit! I should've thought to bring a blanket. Rescuers need blankets, right?
"Can you walk?" I asked.
"Uh-huh. I think so," she answered.
"Then let's be real careful getting off this mess. We don't want to get hurt here by ourselves."
I held her hand and guided her over the mess to get to solid ground.
She saw my house. "Your house. It's okay?"
"Yes it is, Nikki." WE walked across the collapsed fence and into my yard. I opened the door. Cool air flooded out. "Come in. Let's get you cleaned up."
"Okay. How? How do you still have electricity?"
"Generator," I said. "Look, we need to get you cleaned up and you need to check yourself out. I have a shower. Hot water. Can you clean yourself?"
"I I think so."
"We have a problem, though. I don't have any clothes that'll fit you. You can give me those and I can wash em. You'll have to make do with a T-shirt and maybe a pair of pajama bottoms. They'll be big, though."
I herded her to the bathroom. She was shivering. I turned the water on. "Shower? Or bath?"
"S-shower, please"
"Okay. I'll leave the shirt and pajamas outside the door when you finish. Call me. Okay?" I thought. "Are you sure you can do this?"
"I... I think so."
I left her and went into my bedroom. The ONLY bedroom. I was a single guy and I'd turned the other room that MIGHT be a bedroom into an office, complete with desk, CAD station, bookshelves, drafting table (sometimes you just NEED to do things on real paper) and file cabinets.
I scrabbled through my drawers and found a pair of pajama bottoms that I never wore, and a t-shirt and I placed them folded neatly by the door of the bathroom. I could hear the sound of the shower. And then I went back to the living room, watching the cat patrolling his kingdom.
I heard the shower stop and the door open and immediately close. Moments later she walked out her head wrapped in a towel. My t-shirt hung loosely, VERY loosely, on her frame. And she was holding the pajamas up with one hand.
"Okay," I said. "You made it through the shower. Now, what hurts?"
"My head."
"Where?"
"Right here," she said, lifting the edge of the towel to reveal a reddened mark at her hairline just above her right eye. It was red, but not bleeding nor was it swollen.
"That's not too bad. Any headache? Ears ringing? Blurry vision?"
"No sir."
"Okay, good," I said. "Are you hurting anywhere else?
"I have a bruise or something on my leg. I scraped it crawling out of the building. But it's not bleeding either. It's gonna be blue, though."
"Okay," I said. "Let me get your stuff in the washer."
"You have a washer working?"
"I have EVERYTHING working except stuff that came in on a pole. No cable. No phone. But we have our own electricity." And that was the subconscious "we".
She sat down on the sofa while I collected her clothes. I rinsed most of the debris off before I loaded up the washer with her stuff, along with a few of my own things. I threw her sneakers in with the clothes. When I made it back to the living room, she was asleep on the sofa. I surveyed. Five feet five inches, more or less. Maybe a hundred ten or a hundred twenty pounds. Definitely brunette, the color of polished walnut, cut at the jawline, bangs straight across at her eyebrows. Blue eyes. Pleasant face. Bare feet showed no polish, nor did her nails. And she was sound asleep. I picked up a light blanket and covered her. Tommi walked up, looked, and he climbed up and made a comfy loaf shape beside her. And purred.
I went back to my office to do a little work. Presently I heard the washer cycle end, and I moved the wet load to the dryer. An hour later the dryer beeped and I took the clothes out. I neatly folded her jeans, paired her socks, folded an A-cup sports bra and a pair of blue hip-hugger panties. Her shirt was another matter, but Mom taught me well. I retrieved a sewing kit and dutifully stitched up the torn seam. It was good enough to wear, maybe not to the prom, but good enough. I folded my own stuff, too, and put it up, then went back to my drawings.
I was putting a red pen to some field changes when I heard a light knock. "Mister Dan?"
I swiveled the chair around. "Hey, Nikki! You got a nap?"
"Yessir. I just passed out. It feels good to be clean and dry. I thought I was gonna die in there."
I noted that she was holding her bundle of clothes.
"Thank you for washing these, okay?"
"Oh, don't mention it. You can change in the bathroom."
"Okay." And she disappeared. I heard the door close. A couple of minutes later, it opened. "Mister Dan, you wouldn't have hair dryer, would you? My hair's still wet."
"Hang on," I said. I got up and went into the bathroom and rifled through the back of a cabinet. I handed her a hair dryer. I opened a drawer and pulled out a brush. "If you don't mind a used brush. But it's clean. The cat's got his own."
"I don't mind at all," she said quietly. She plugged in the dryer and went to work on her hair. I went back to my office.
Ten minutes later she was back knocking at the door.
"Nikki," I said, "if you knock every time you want to come in a room here, you're gonna wear your knuckles out."
"Uh but"
"Look, sweetie," I said, "The only time you need to knock is when the door's closed, okay? And I'll do that for you, okay? You need privacy, just close the door. I'll knock then."
"Okay."
"Now, are you thirsty? There are cold drinks in the fridge, and water, and if you want, I can make iced tea."
"Oh, do you have a coke?"
"Yes ma'am. And I have red beans and rice for dinner. Leftovers, but I can reheat em."
"That's wonderful."
"Come on, then. Let's go get something to eat." She followed me to the kitchen. Tommi was winding himself between her ankles as I moved pots on the stove and stuck leftover rice into the microwave.
I looked at the cat. "That's Tommi, with an "i". I never saw him take to somebody like he seems to do with you. He's usually pretty suspicious."
"With an "I"?"
"Yeah, since I had him fixed."
Nikki giggled. For the first time. It was like the tinkle of tiny bells. And it was a long time since that sound had graced these walls. "You're funny."
I smiled at her. She sipped her coke and looked around.
"I can't believe you have all this stuff running. And why's YOUR house okay when my apartment is a wreck?"
"Because this is what happened when engineers get to do things the way they want to. I probably paid an extra twenty percent to build this house like this."
"Wow!"
"So how come you didn't evacuate? Was there anyone else in that building?" I kicked myself now. I should have asked that question earlier.
"I was the only one there. I watched everyone else leave."
Why didn't you leave with your folks?"
"My mom was already up north. I was supposed to catch a ride with my neighbor, but they wouldn't let her back into the parish after they started the evacuation. I couldn't get a ride. And I really didn't want to go off with her. She's a huge slut. And a druggie."
"Why didn't you call 911?"
"I tried. The phone lines were messed up. Busy, I guess."
"Oh," I said. "Does anyone know you're here?"
"I dunno," she said. "Mom prob'ly thinks I'm with my cousins. She's prob'ly thinkin' that we'll catch up in a few days."
"In a few DAYS!?!?!?" I was incredulous.
"You gotta know my mom. She's not exactly a candidate for parent of the year. I've been home by myself for four days now."
"Huh? Even with a hurricane?"
"Yessir. Sometimes she goes off with one of her guys for a few days. I'm okay."
"She leaves you? How old are you, Nikki?"
"Fifteen. Since last month."
"That's hard to believe."
"At least we got the, uh, we HAD the apartment. Section 8. Welfare. An' Mom works as a waitress at that bar up in town. They pay her cash so she doesn't have to report it."
"Oh." This wasn't a happy story. I heard the pot bubbling. "Beans are ready. Come fix you a bowl."
I showed her where dinnerware and silverware was located and we each sat down at the table with a bowl of beans and rice before us. She wasn't bashful about digging in. "I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday."
"I'm sorry. I should have offered you something sooner. I didn't think"
"Oh, Mister Dan, that's okay! You've done enough already."
"Yeah, but if you wait on me, I'm liable to forget. I'm not used to having guests."
"I'm not a guest."
"Yes you are."
She looked at me with those blue eyes. "No wife?"
"Nope. Not for seven years. She moved to California with a new husband."
"Kids?"
"Nope. Wife and I tried. She had complications that almost killed her. So no, no kids."
"Oh. Girlfriends?"
"Nuh-uh. And while you're here, you don't have to ask if you're hungry or thirsty. Just grab it and eat. But go light on the milk. There's only a gallon before we have to do powdered."
"I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden. Make yourself at home. Really."
We finished our meal and SHE got up and collected the dishes and put them in the sink and started washing.
"Baby, I usually save up until I have a load for the dishwasher."
She smiled. She had a quite pleasant smile, I noted. "Oh, this is okay. I'm not used to a dishwasher. I AM the dishwasher at our house."
It was my turn to smile. "I appreciate it, babe. Let's go sit in the living room."
I noticed a slight limp as she got up and walked. "Are you sure your leg's okay? You're limping."
"It's bruised. And scraped, sort of."
"Uh I don't know how I could look at it, but I should."
She regarded me for a few seconds. "I'll be back," she said. She went into the bathroom and in a few moments came out without her jeans, but with a bath towel wrapped around her hips, sarong-style. She walked up to me and turned.
I could see the lower end of the bruised area, red and blue. "Nope, not bleeding. It's gonna be interesting colors, though. Where's it hurt?"
Securing the towel with one hand, she raised the bottom edge above her right leg, just under the cheek of her ass. Higher. Higher. Light blue panties showed. I could see the bruise. "Right there's the worst part. Feels lumpy."
"Do you mind if I touch it?"
"Just don't get ambitious," she laughed.
I carefully felt the periphery of the raised area. "Yeah, I can feel where it's kind of raised. But it oughtta go away. We could put some ice on it if you want."
"Nah," she said, heading to the bathroom, returning with her jeans. "It's just sore. I'm okay, huh?"
"Yes, you're okay. Best looking girl that I've ever seen crawl out of a building this week."
She grinned. "Thanks." She sat on the sofa and then turned and put her legs on it, lounging. Tommi jumped up beside her, purring. She petted him.
I sat in my recliner. "Cable's out, but I have a lot of movies. You can look through them. And there's music CD's too, but it's probably not stuff you like. You're free to look, though. They're in the cabinet next to the TV."
She got up and looked. Took a CD, turned to me. "You listen to classical? This is Mozart!" She pronounced it "moat-sart".
"Yeah. Actually, I'm pretty eclectic in my tastes, but that's stuff I want to hear over and over."
"Really!?!? I would've expected rock or country and western."
"Sorry. I'm a little different in that area."
"No, Mister Dan," she said. "I'm sitting in YOUR house in the middle of a hurricane disaster zone, sipping a cold coke, the lights are on, the air conditioning's on, and you have classical music. You're different in a lot of areas."
"Oh, thanks, I guess."
"I mean it good, Mister Dan. I like classical music, too. Don't know why. I go to a different place when I hear it. A place where things are just put together RIGHT! Not the way my life usually is!"
"Nikki, you can stop with the "Mister Dan" thing and just call me Dan. Okay?"
But you're, like, OLDER! Uh..How old are you?"
"Forty-one. Ancient, in other words."
"I don't think so. But definitely older than me. What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm an electrical engineer. I work for whoever's got problems."
"Do you make a lot of money? I mean, I'm not bein' nosey, but I saw your truck before, an' your travel trailer."
"I'm not Bill Gates. But I've got plenty in savings and this house and that truck and that trailer in the shed are all paid for."
"Wow!"
"Nikki, it's not that big a deal."
She searched through the stack of DVD's and pulled one out. "Do you mind if we watch this?"
It was a movie I could called a chick flick' although I like the actress in it and it was funny. "Pop it in. I'll turn the TV on." I clicked the remote. She sat back down on the sofa, her legs stretched out in front of her, watching the TV, and if I caught it correctly out of the corner of my eye, she was looking at me, too. We laughed at the same spots.
She kept a running commentary about the relationships and how they developed. "I keep wishing things like that would happen to my mom, but they just don't. We've been in that apartment for two years now and I bet she's had at least a dozen and a half different boyfriends."
I don't know what to say, Nikki."
"Me neither. I just don't understand how people can be like that. And some of those guys! She left one at home while she went to get beer an' cigarettes, an' he tried to put the moves on ME!"
"He did?"
"Yeah," she said. "An' when I told Mom, she accused ME of flirting with im." She looked me in the eye. "If somebody's doin' my mom, I don't WANT him. I don't want the kind of guy who'd go with somebody like her."
The movie was showing a bedroom scene. "And that."
"What?"
"Sex. When I do it, it's gonna be something special with somebody I love, not somebody I met at a bar on Saturday night." Her eyes were moist. "You know how much it hurts to figure out your mom's a slut?"
"Baby, we can turn this movie off."
"Oh, Mister Dan uh, Dan, it's not this movie. I'm sorry. I don't know what made me tell you all this." She took a deep breath. "I'm okay. Sorry I unloaded on you. You're just bein' nice to me. Sorry."
"That's okay, baby."
"I don't have many people to talk to, you know. The neighbors over there aren't exactly the kind of people I want to tell my problems to."
"I guess. I never met anybody from over there."
"I could tell you stories, babe!" She smiled. "But I'm not there now, am I?"
We finished watching the movie. "I don't know what to do about you, Nikki," I said.
"What'd'ya mean?"
"I mean, nobody knows you're here, and you're probably wanting to find out where your mom's at, and she's probably looking for you."
"Dan," she said, "I don't have any close family besides Mom. She never talks to her Dad. He practically disowned her. Her mom's dead. She's got one brother, and nobody's seen him in five years. And Mom's not exactly dying to go back to worryin' about me an' her both."
"I'm sorry, babe. I just want to take care of you, is all."
"You've took better care of me than anybody else has as long as I can remember."
"But I don't want to stop you from being where you need to go."
"Uh, Dan, I don't know where to go. I mean, they have shelters an' stuff. But I'd be fifteen an' in a shelter with nobody to take care of me." She stared at me. "I really don't have a place I want to be. This is better than I could ever hope for."
"You're welcome to stay here as long as you want, babe, it's alright with me." I breathed a sigh. "But when the roads open up, I will probably be working every day for a few weeks. You'll be by yourself here."
Her eyes brightened. "You'd trust me to be here by myself?"
"I shouldn't?"
"No, you CAN. I promise." She smiled. "Really! I can take care of the house while you work."
"Then that's what we'll do. Until we have to do something different."
"Thank you." She smiled again. "You have games in that cabinet. Wanna play one? Like "Trivial Pursuit"?"
"I haven't played that in years. My sister and her husband and my brother and his wife come over every now and then and we play games. I'll get it." I spread the game stuff on the sofa between us. And didn't tell her that nobody wanted to play with me because I beat them ALL so badly"
I almost DIDN'T beat Nikki. "You play a tough game, little girl," I said.
She smiled. "I haven't ever been beat before. You beat me. I thought I was going to impress you."
"Believe me, you did."
I looked at the clock. "It's getting late. Sleeping arrangements. One of us gets this room. One of us gets the bed."
"I'll take the sofa," she said. "It's your house."
"It makes out into a bed, if you want."
"Nope, it's fine like this. D'ya have a pillow an' stuff?"
"Yes," I said. "Lemme get it." I got up to put the game up and get her some sleeping gear. I was retrieving it from the upper shelf of a hall closet and when I turned around, I bumped into her. "Oops," I said. "I didn't know you were behind me."
"Sorry, Dan," she said. "I was trying to help."
"Here ya go, then." I gave her a sheet and a blanket and a pillow and pillowcase. "In the morning, just ball this up and put it in the corner. We'll do it that way."
"Okay," she said as she started turning the sofa into a nest.
I went to my own bedroom and stripped, hitting the shower and shaving afterward. And just because, you know, I threw on a little cologne. After I got out of the shower, I pulled my jeans back on and walked back into the living room. In the dim light, I saw her there, stretched out on the sofa. She wasn't asleep yet.
"G'nite, Dan," she said. "Thanks for rescuing me."
"G'nite, Nikki," I said. And I turned and went to my own room, noting that when she had the covers pulled up to her chin, her shirt and jeans were folded neatly beside the sofa on the floor.
I woke up the next day to the smell of bacon. BACON! And I wasn't cooking it. I walked into the kitchen, bleary-eyed. Nikki was at the stove.
"You're cooking breakfast?"
"I didn't think you'd mind. I saw you had bacon and grits and since you live here by yourself, that means YOU like them. So that's what I cooked. How do you like your eggs?"
"You're fixing me EGGS? Can you do "over easy"?"
"Sure, silly," she laughed. "They go with bacon and grits." About that time, the kettle started whistling. "I saw you had a coffee pot. I hope I make your coffee right." Five minutes later I was sitting in front of a full breakfast. And she was sitting at the table with me, staring at me over a mug of coffee. The coffee wasn't perfect, but it was close enough.
"How's the coffee?"
"Great. Just about the way I do it."
"And everything else?"
"I'm astounded. And I have NEVER eaten breakfast here that I didn't cook myself."
Giggle. "Really?"
"Really."
"I'm just trying to earn my keep, Dan."
"You don't have to earn your keep here, Nikki. You're here. That's good enough. But god, I appreciate eating somebody else's cooking."
"I like doing it. I made you smile. That makes me happy!" Her eyes twinkled.
I looked at those twinkly eyes gazing at me over her coffee mug. Made me smile some more. Together we cleared the table. "That was perfect," I said.
"What are we gonna do today?" she asked.
"I dunno. Lemme try something." I turned on my cellphone. No signal. "Well, so much for that," I said. "Wanna walk next door? We can look at where you crawled from."
"Yeah, we can do that."
We sat at opposite ends of the sofa putting socks and shoes on. She kept looking at me, and I couldn't parse what her expression was saying. We walked out of the house. First thing I saw was a snake slithering across the yard.
"Come back inside," I said. "I wanna get a gun."
"Why?"
"Just in case. We have a lot of wildlife that's very confused and in unusual places. You never know what we'll run into." I retrieved a short-barreled shotgun.
"Aren't you gonna load it" she asked.
"It IS loaded," I said. "It stays that way."
"You keep a loaded gun in the house?"
"Of course," I said. "If somebody was to break in, I wouldn't want to waste time loading it then. And there are four of them in the house, loaded."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"No, baby," I said. "No little kids around to get to them. And I would hope adults would know how to handle them safely."
"But loaded?"
"I got stuff to protect. I got ME to protect. And now I got YOU to protect. So I have guns. Like this one." And I cycled the slide, chambering a round. I got another look, not fearful. And there was a little hint of a smile.
Aside from the single snake that we noted and ignored and a raccoon that scurried away when he spotted us, nothing else was of concern. Approaching the collapsed building, we looked at the opening she crawled out of.
"I was in the hall sitting on the floor when the place fell in," she said.
"That's the best place to be. There, or the bathtub." We walked around. "I was hoping we could get you some clothes out of there, but I don't want to try and get in there."
"Me neither," she said. "I thought I was gonna die there, Dan."
We walked back to the house. I opened the garage door and backed my truck out. We climbed in and drove a little distance down the road before turning back. Where the storm surge had covered the road, the debris was heavy and I didn't want to risk a tire in the debris, or risk running off into the marsh because the road was washed away where we couldn't see it. As we pulled back into the garage, I heard the unmistakable sound of a low-flying helicopter. A serious one. Close.
We walked out of the garage and waved as a national guard Blackhawk circled. It flared to land on the road in front of the house and we walked down to meet the occupants. A national guard lieutenant and the parish sheriff met us in the drive.
I shook hands with both of them, introducing myself. "Dan Granger," I said. "This is my house. And this is Nikki Domingue. She survived that building collapse over there."
"Damn!" the sheriff said. "You should know me. I'm your sheriff, Ernie Richard." He pronounced it "ree-shard." Cajun. "This" indicating the soldier, "is Lieutenant Gregus. We're doin' a survey. You're the only people on this side of the parish that we've found."
"Really?" I said.
Lt. Gregus said, "Yessir. We had a good evacuation. What're you doing here?"
This could be dicey. A mandatory evacuation was called, but in Louisiana, there was no law to force it. "I built this house myself to face a Category Five and then some. And I stayed. Miss Nikki here missed her ride out. I pulled her out of that pile a'crap over there."
The sheriff popped in, "No shit? We didn't think anyone was still here." He looked at Nikki. "You were lucky he was here. I don't know when we'd've got around to looking at that pile. D'ya wanna fly outta here? Where there's electricity and food and water?"
By this time one of the pilots of the helicopter were joining us.
"Why don't you guys come on up to the house and let me show you something," I said. "And see if YOU'D leave this for a shelter."
We all walked up to the house and inside. The cool dry air conditioned air was a stark contrast to the post-storm humidity.
The lieutenant said, "Hey, this feels good!"
"Yep," I said. "Generator back there, and enough fuel for weeks." Several weeks' worth of food. And I suffered NO damage. Had bacon eggs and grits for breakfast this morning. I'd offer you all a cold beer, but"
Sheriff said, "But we're flyin'"
"We have cold Cokes," interrupted Nikki. "Want one?"
"That would be nice," said the pilot.
Nikki bopped back to the kitchen and returned with the cokes.
The sheriff sipped on his. "So nobody needs rescuin'?
"Nope, but thanks! Any idea when they'll get a road open so I can go back to work?"
The sheriff mused, "Oh, three or four days. Week at most. Where you work at?"
"Any of those plants up there on the channel. Electrical engineer."
"Oh," said the lieutenant.
"What about cell service," I asked.
The sheriff said, "Maybe a day or so. The carriers are setting up temporary towers and fixing the ones that are still up. We need cellphones, too, yah know."
"Can you give these people a call and tell them that I'm stuck down here?" I asked, scribbling a number and name on a pad of paper.
"Sure," the sheriff said. "And Miss Nikki, is it? Are you okay here?"
Nikki smiled, "Yessir. Best place I can be for the time being."
"Okay, then," said the sheriff. "We'll check on you again in a couple of days when they get the road open."
"I appreciate that," I said. Turning to the lieutenant and the other pilot, "If you see orange flares, come and get me. Green smoke is the barbecue's ready!" They laughed.
A few minutes later the helicopter lifted off. I turned to Nikki who was standing rather close by my side. "There went your chance to get out of here, Nikki."
She looked directly into my eyes and smiled. "Looks like we're stuck with each other, then, huh?"
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Chapter 4
The accursed alarm clock went off as expected at six-thirty. We got up and dressed and because of her appointment for testing, we hit a local diner for breakfast of pancakes and coffee.
At eight fifteen she was walking in the door of the school board offices. There was a lady expecting her, and I left my business card for her to call me if she needed me.
"Oh, don't worry," said the lady. "These tests are timed, but she's the only one taking them today, so she'll be finished at eleven-thirty."
"Good luck, Tina," I said.
She smiled. And kissed me on the cheek. I was still standing there semi-stunned when she followed the lady up the hall.
I left, a thousand thoughts going through my head, and drove to the new jobsite, checked in the front gate and introduced myself to the people already on site. A few faces and names were familiar to me, including the engineering manager who'd asked for me by name and reputation. I looked at my new office, bare, with a desk and a large table to spread out prints and drawings, and a few chairs for the inevitable meetings and conferences. We talked about the progress so far, and the target dates for my equipment to begin arriving, and I looked at the schedule of construction, and we laughed at a few old tales, and I saw it was ten-thirty, and my cell phone rang.
I looked at the display. Unfamiliar number. I answered. Familiar voice. Tina.
"Hi, Alan," she said. "I'm finished."
"I thought the lady said eleven-thirty."
"Yeah, I know. But that's if there were others who need the whole time ... but I just did what I could and then stopped and we went to the next one. So I'm finished."
"Okay, sweetie," I said. "I'm out at the plant. I'm leaving now."
"Okay. Uh ... I see Mister Dan. I'm gonna go see if he has time to talk. See ya in a bit."
"I gotta go," I told the crew. "Had a kid taking a test this morning. She's finished. I'll be here bright and early Monday." And I left. Thirty minutes later I walked into the school board offices. The receptionist spotted me immediately.
"She's in Mr. Jenkins' office. Go right in."
I walked in, spotting Tina sitting in a chair smiling. Mr. Jenkins... "Hi, Dan," I said.
"Hi, Alan. I'm being surprised today."
I looked at Tina. She was smiling. "How so?"
"She took the placement tests. They're timed tests, Alan. Usually nobody finishes."
And I looked at Tina. She was smiling. And it was a self-assured little smirk of a smile.
Dan said, "Tina finished. I, uh, we, the lady who gives the tests is scoring them right now. If you want to grab lunch, she'll be finished by the time we get back."
"Sure," I said. "Come on, punkin," I told Tina. I looked at Dan. "We're gonna need directions. You up for another meal?"
"Oh, why not," He said. "I can always run it off..." He got up from his desk.
We all walked out to the truck and got in, Tina taking the center seat again. I know Dan noticed that she had to move the console out of the way. But she buckled in rather more to my side than his, and she was STILL smiling.
This time Dan directed us to a barbecue joint. "I don't go here often during work," he said, "because they laugh when I come back with sauce on my tie."
We could see why. The barbecue was good, but eating ribs was not for the fastidious. They had GOOD ribs. We ate happily and cleaned up as best we could. Dan was laughing. "They'll know where we've been."
Back at the office, Dan walked in to see a score sheet on his desk. "Wow," he said. One word. "Wow."
He looked at us. "Just a sec," he said, punching the phone. "Uh, hey, Louise. Yeah. I got'em. Thanks for doing it this fast. I know. I was curious too. Yeah. I'll tell 'er. Thanks!" He turned his attention to us. Tina was sitting next to me.
"Well," I said, "Back in the eleventh grade?"
"Yeah, right." His tone was happy sarcasm.
Tina was still smiling. I wasn't. I was trying to interpret Dan's demeanor. "So what's the deal?" I looked at Tina. "You did your best, didn't you? You didn't just quit?"
"No, Alan. I did my very best."
Dan said, "Uh, Alan, she's twelfth grade. And I'm recommending advanced placement in all her subjects. That way she gets college credits before she graduates high school."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm NOT kidding. These scores are the best I've ever seen. Or Mrs. Conner, too, for that matter. She does our testing for us for years. Oh, and I got a faxed draft of your guardianship this morning. So we're operating like you can sign her papers."
"That's good," I said. "When do we have to give you a decision about the advanced placement stuff? And when can she start classes? Monday?"
"Monday will be fine. And we can set her schedule if you decide. I'll call the guidance counselor at the high school, but she can start Monday." He smiled back at Tina. "You're a pleasant surprise." To me he said, "Did you know any of this?"
"Uh ... You know I've known her since Saturday. I knew she was bright, just talking with her, and she told me about the 3.8 GPA, but ... how was I supposed to know?"
"Well now we know. Can you go to the school Friday and get with them about the schedule and stuff? Since she's a new admit, you need to go with her, Alan."
"Okay. Not a problem."
Tina was still smiling. "Mister Dan," she said. "Thank you for taking care of us."
"We're the ones who are getting lucky, young lady, if YOU work to your potential. Just one question. What kept you from getting a 4.0?"
"I missed some tests when my grandma got sick. Mom pulled me from that school and moved me and I couldn't make them up."
"Oh, okay. Uh, Alan, can you sign this release so we can get her transcripts from her old school?"
I signed. We left, headed to the RV park. She got in the truck giggling.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"That lady! Mrs. Conner. I took the first test and finished and she told me to check my work, that I must've missed some pages. And I showed her the answer sheet. And she asked me if I understood the questions. It was funny. She just didn't believe that I did the work."
"You've surprised a bunch of people today. I'm one of them."
"Really?"
"I mean, I knew you were smart. It shows in the way you talk about things. But now ... it's like your swimming. Another surprise."
"I'm glad I surprise you in good ways."
"Me too," I said. "And I thought of something while I was out. Let's go get you a cellphone. I don't want you without a way to get hold of me or whoever..."
"My own phone?" Squeal!
"Yeah. I think it's a necessity, with you in school and me at work and schedules change and things happen. And I don't have to tell you how you need to take care of it."
"Nobody will touch it, Alan," she said seriously.
That was a minor stop. And the day ended in what would become routine: a walk, a swim, a dinner, TV, games, and bed. Her at her end. Me at mine.
The Friday meeting at the high school with the guidance counselor was interesting. These things were a lot more fun when you walked in with a winning hand, and Tina was an academic winning hand. "Yessir," she said. "I DO want the advanced placement classes."
"Which ones?" he asked. "Physics? Trig? English? Social studies?"
"All of 'em," she smiled.
I smiled too.
Our last weekend before we both started acceding to fixed schedules. We abandoned the trailer and drove a hundred and fifty miles to take in a concert and spend Friday and Saturday nights in a hotel with a full-sized shower and two queen-sized beds. The concert was a very workmanlike performance of Mozart chamber pieces by the local university's strings and several times during the performance I stole glances at Tina, a young perfection in an austere little black dress, tastefully simple pumps and tiny gemmed studs in her ears. Her hair was auburn perfection. And her eyes were closed and she was smiling as the notes soared over our heads.
It was with reluctance that we headed home, talking about the museums and the concert and the sights and the food.
Monday morning came. We did a bit more hurried breakfast of grits and eggs and bacon and I headed out to the project and she cleaned up then went to wait for the bus.
My day went just as chaotically as I expected for Day One. By four-thirty I was ready to leave and I did so. I stopped by the front office and found Tina and Lillian talking. Tina had a book and notebook open on the counter.
Lillian handed me the Fed-Ex package that contained the final versions of the documents that gave me legal place in Tina's life, the power normally attributed to parent.
"She's been talking and working since she got off the bus," Lillian said. "It's nice to have young company."
"You don't mind her chatter?"
"Hah!" Lillian answered. "Half her schoolwork I don't even begin to understand, but she talks about everything. It's mighty nice."
Tina poked at her trig book. "You might have to give me a hand on some of this. I think I understand, but I want to be sure."
"Okay, little girl," I said. "Swim. Food. Homework?"
"A plan," she laughed.
We bid Lillian goodbye and went to change. Our swim was abbreviated, and we hit a local eatery for supper, and then homework and showers.
Somewhere during the evening I asked about her bus ride.
"Not exactly my favorite thing. Rowdy kids. Long. Bumpy. I wish I could do schoolwork, but that's pretty much impossible," she said.
"Then let me ask you this," I said. "I think I know how you'll answer, but I want YOU to say it. Can I trust you with a car? I mean, school and home on school days, and I know exactly where you go and who you're with at all times?"
Squeal! "A car?"
"It makes sense to me. That way you get a little more time before and after school. You're carrying a heavy load. You need the time. And you can run errands for us when I have to work. Makes my job easier."
"You're gonna give me a car?"
I got serious. After all, I'd known her a week. I knew her to be a serious and unusual specimen of teenaged girl, but... "No, the car will be in my name. You're still a minor. And I have title. So if it disappears from my control ... Like if you were to take off for parts unknown..." I left that unspoken.
"Alan! I would NEVER do that! I don't have ANYTHING without YOU!"
"Baby," I said, using the term as if she were my child, "I believe you. But I also know that strange ideas come across people's minds. Just saying."
"You needn't worry. Really."
She was unusually chipper when she whipped my butt at cards before we went to bed that night.
Another day. This time I left work a tad early and picked Tina up at the park and headed to a used car dealer. I'd driven by earlier and saw what I had in mind, a little Japanese sub-compact, reliable, safe, and with good resale value. Practical, that's me. Tina looked good behind the wheel. With stars in her eyes. I'd already warned my insurance agent and the car dealer faxed him the information.
That activity cost us the day's swim. I wasn't sure that I could ever wipe the grin off Tina's face. I gave her a gas card, planning on calling the gas card people for a second card on the account to replace it. Sitting in a restaurant for supper, as in "I'm driving us to supper, Alan!" she looked at me.
"I know you're just dying to give me the speech, huh?"
"What speech? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah, right," she grinned. "Let's see. Obey traffic laws. Don't speed. Don't take risks. Pay attention to the road. Nobody else drives this car but me and you. No illegal substances. No alcohol. Don't leave it unlocked. Keep my keys with me."
"Okay, just do all that."
She smiled. "Alan, this is something Grandma would've done if she was still alive. It's wonderful. I never expected..."
"Just trying to make our lives better, babe," I said.
We got home. Did the homework thing. The shower thing. A round of rummy, 510 to 480, my favor. And to bed. Her at her end. Me at mine. The six o'clock alarm ruled the morning. Wednesday.
Thursday. We started our swim. She was unusually quiet. "What's up, Tina," I asked. "Trouble?"
"Well," she said, "not really. But I don't know how to ask this."
"Ask what?"
"It's a new school, Alan. And I'm making friends. And they want to get together Friday evening. They ASKED me if I'd come with them."
This was a day I knew would come. At this point, for all intents and purposes, she was like a daughter. And I was a dad whose teen daughter wanted to go out. She was seventeen, and when it came right down to it, I had only the most tenuous of holds on her. "So what 's the plan?"
"It's not a big deal," she said. "One of the girls is getting some movies, and we're gonna meet at her house and watch 'em."
"Are her parents going to be there?"
"Yes. She seems like a nice girl. She's in my AP English class."
"Then I guess I should let you go. You're seventeen. You know the ropes."
"Thank you, Alan," she said.
We swam our laps and then showered and went to supper. A part of me was crying inside and I couldn't tell if it was the "daddy's little girl" part or the "there goes your heart" part or if those were both the same or what. I did my best to keep conversation light.
We did homework, and I noticed that she didn't need quite the help of two days before. She beat me by a hundred and fifty points in rummy. Friday. I got tied up over a botched shipment and was still arguing on the phone as four o'clock passed. I pulled into the park at five and saw Tina's car at the trailer. Knowing she was likely doing date prep, I knocked before entering.
"Come in, silly," she said, giggling.
I wanted that to be MY giggle. I really did. "I thought you were getting ready for the big date," I said.
"It's NOT a date," she said. "There's a bunch of us."
"No special boy?" I really didn't want to hear "yes".
"Well, there's this guy. He's in my AP science. Cute. Smart. And my friend Susan says he likes me..."
Inside I died a little. Perfunctorily I mouthed, "Just go and have a good time. I'd like you to be home at a responsible hour. Say, before midnight. And if you have any trouble, call me. I mean it. That's what I'm here for."
"I'll be careful, Alan. And I planned on being home by eleven. She was standing in the door, ready to leave. "Bye! I'll see you later!"
And I let her leave. I rewarded my restraint by treating myself to a tasteless TV dinner and then I showered and stretched out to watch TV, a book in my lap. I didn't want to close my eyes for fear of seeing images I didn't want to see. Time crept. It was Friday, and I doubt that I ever felt that lonely on a Friday in my life, at least not since my divorce.
And that's why I was surprised when I heard the crunch of a car pulling into the gravel parking space at a bit past eight. And the door opened and a Tina walked in with a hugely exasperated expression plastered on her face.
Silently she stalked to the sofa and plopped down. Her face turned to me and I saw tears marring her complexion. "SHIT!!!" she said. "Fresh start, my butt!!!"
"What's wrong, Tina?"
"People LIE! That's what!"
"Uh ... how?"
"Oh, just peachy. No parents at home. And a cooler full of beer. And Mister "I think he likes you" is like, "Uh, let's go someplace in your car. I got some weed..." and he's also got enough hands for a roomful of clocks and he thinks he's all IT an' everything. Wouldn't take "NO" for an answer. He's gonna walk funny tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, babe," I said.
She was on the verge of tears. "I expected different. I hoped it would be different. But I'm the new girl and therefore I'm lucky that anybody pays attention to me an' I live in a trailer park an' ... I'm pissed."
"Uh..."
"Okay, sorry ... I am seriously upset."
"Better."
Her eyes turned shyly in my direction and the barest beginning of a smile appeared. "Okay. So what does Alan say about crap for friends?"
"Move on. People can be depended on to be people. And the behavior you describe is, unfortunately, pretty common among your age group. I won't say 'your peers', because apparently you don't have very many peers."
"So?!?"
"So life goes on. Even when things don't go your way. You get to keep being you. Uh ... why's the guy gonna walk funny?"
"I tried "NO". I tried pushing hands away. And he wrapped me up in his arms and tried to kiss me and he had his hands all over, so I reached down and grabbed. Hard. And yanked. He was on the floor crying when I left. And Susan was looking at me funny. And I came home."
"You had a rough evening. How about hot chocolate for a change." I paused. "On the floor crying?!?! Whatta girl!"
"I'm NOT going to be a slut, Alan. NOT. My first time is going to be with WHO I want, WHEN I want." She paused. "Hot chocolate?" Pause. "Okay."
Now that bunch of gears in my mind was really clattering. Her first time? She hadn't HAD a first time yet? "Sorry, babe," I said. "Hot chocolate is instant tonight. Remind me to buy some cocoa next time we do grocery shopping."
She accepted the steaming mug and sipped loudly. "Mmmmmm" she said, then "Dammit!"
Her cellphone rang. She looked at the display. "That's Susan," she said. "Shhhh!" She answered the call. "Uh, hi, Susan. Yes, I AM mad. I expected a nice evening of watching movies and talking and stuff, with new friends." Pause. "No, I DON'T drink." Pause. "No, I have NEVER tried pot." Pause. "Uh ... No, I'm NOT a prude. I know stuff about SEX that will curl YOUR hair. And I think LOVE is better." Pause. "Oh. How is he? Walks funny? Good!!! He should. He needs to learn the meaning of NO!" Pause. "No, Susan, I don't HATE you. I don't HATE him. But HE'S not getting within six feet of me. EVER. And if you want to be my friend, then YOU need to be straight with me." Pause. "No. I don't like being blind-sided." Pause. "No. If you want us to do something together, tell me what's going down, up front. And give ME the chance to say no." Pause. "Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I'll still talk to you." Pause. "Reputation? If I get a reputation, it's NOT gonna be because I let Jeff Jamison put his hands on my tits. Or anything else." Pause. "Yeah. Okay. See you Monday." Pause. "Yeah, you can call. I'll talk."
She looked at me. "Now my chocolate's cold."
"I can fix that," I said, taking her mug to the microwave. "That was quite a speech."
"Sounds like one of those "Alan" speeches, huh?"
"You have to know that all at once I'm sorry you didn't have a good time and I am relieved you're okay and I'm proud that you can say no ... peer pressure is a hard thing to get past."
The microwave chimed. I handed her back her mug. "Oh, no, Alan. I've pretty much "peered" enough with Mom." She took a sip. "Mmmmmm. What are we watching?"
"Good movie coming on in half an hour, I said. I was gonna stay up late and watch it by myself."
"You're not by yourself now," she said.
We watched the movie and at eleven thirty she changed into her PJ's. "Bedtime?"
"Yeah. Let's do an "us" day tomorrow. If you don't have plans." I waited.
"My plans pretty much got erased."
She made her bed as I rinsed our mugs. I started toward my end of the trailer.
"Wait, Alan," she said.
"What?" I stopped and looked at her.
She walked up to me and tiptoed and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you."
"For what?" I asked.
"For being decent and understanding. And good to me."
"You're one spectacular young lady," I said. It's easy being nice to you." And I went to my bed.
From the other end of the trailer I heard, "G'nite, babe!"
And I went to sleep. Somewhere around two o'clock I started to turn over and ran into an unexpected obstacle. A seventeen year old girl. She was lying on top of the covers and I was underneath them and I decided that chastity was being observed, so I carefully rolled the other way. An hour later I awoke again, this time to feel a pajama-clad form sliding up against me.
"Tina," I whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"Alan ... I..."
"Tina, I ... you're..."
"I'm ... the sofa hurts my back ... and I got cold laying on top of the blankets."
"Okay..."
"I'm cold." She slid closer. I didn't feel "cold". I felt heat.
"Okay," I said. "Come here." And I let my arms encircle her. And I smelled the sweet trace of perfume on her, and I breathed and she snuggled into me and said, "mmmmmm". And we really DID go back to sleep.
And that made for a very interesting wake up. I woke up first and looked at the lump in the bed beside me. Her hair tossed crazily in her sleep and ended up wreathing her face, that pretty face, asleep, looking cherubic in its innocence. Innocence! That clanked in my head. She'd told her friend that she was a virgin.
I started to get out of the bed and I felt a hand on my arm. "Noooo, babe," she said. "Stay here."
"I'd love to, babe, but I gotta go to the bathroom."
"Okaaay," she whined.
"I'll be back," I said. "If that's what you want."
"Mmmm-hmmm" she said.
I was up the hall, into the bathroom and back out. I eased under the covers and she scooted towards me. "Are you sure this is..."
"I want to cuddle."
It was my turn. "Okaaaay..."
Our bodies met. For some minutes I held her, her face pressed against my chest, my cheek against the top of her head. She moved. Her face turned towards mine. And things went horribly wrong. Or right. Because she kissed me.
I let her slide out of my arms and sat up. "God, no, Tina..."
"Alan..." she said, putting her hand on my arm. "What's wrong?"
"Tina ... I ... we ... No..."
"What?" she asked. "D'you know that I didn't go to sleep last night? Not until I got in your bed?"
"No..." I answered.
"I didn't. It wasn't my back. I couldn't sleep. I just lay there thinking about things like how a guy my age thought that the first time he got me in a room alone that I belonged to HIM, and he's supposed to be a GOOD one, and I thought, "well, dummy, there's a guy thirty feet away that never so much as made a move, that treated me like a princess and an equal and a valuable person and SAVED me at the risk of his own life, all at once, and I said, 'Stupid girl, exactly what ARE you looking for?'. So I crawled in your bed."
"B-but ... Tina, I didn't, I mean, I ... I told Deputy Hurley, I didn't take you to turn into a sex toy..."
"I am NOT a sex toy. You don't listen, Alan. You treat me like I want to be treated. If you were only my dad, I'd have a perfect dad. I'd be so lucky. But you're NOT my dad. You're ... well, I don't know what you are. I know what I want you to be..."
I knew what I was ... speechless. "Uh..."
"Alan. Do you love me? For real? Not saying it to make me feel good?"
This one was easy. "Yes, Tina, I love you."
"Then tell me, Mister Engineer, if you love me, don't you think it might be possible that I love you?" She had an awfully serious look on her face.
"Precious, I can believe that. But then what? I mean..."
She knelt beside me. "Then this..." and she kissed me. Her lips were hot and soft and as they met mine this time, mine parted involuntarily. The tip of my tongue brushed her lips softly and they parted and her own tongue gently met mine. "Mmmmmmm..." escaped her and resonated throughout my being. My arms enveloped her and she molded into me, separated from me by only a couple of layers of cotton pajamas.
Our lips finally parted. Blood was pounding in my ears. "Alan," she said, "Tell me you love me again."
"Heaven help me, darling," I said. "I love you, Tina." I kissed her this time. Finally we stopped. Her eyes were bright and blue and I could lose myself in them, and there was a satisfied smile on her lips.
"That's all I want to know. I love you. You love me. I can stop worrying." And she got up. I had a raging hard-on that I wasn't supposed to have, but I'd just been kissing a beautiful, nubile, intelligent, funny seventeen year old girl. And I wasn't dead. But I wasn't ruled by my baser urges, either. I got up too.
"So now what?" I asked.
She pushed up against me. "All things in due time, babe," she said, kissing me lightly. "Mmm-kay?"
"Okay," I said. I ran my hands down her sides. The embrace was invigorating. And I know she felt the erection I had. Still in each other's arms, her face turned to me. "In due time."
So Saturday morning we drove out for breakfast, then a ride through the countryside. Away from the home area, she pushed the console out of the way and slid beside me, wrapping my bicep with her hands, putting her chin on my shoulder.
"You're mine? " she asked.
"I'm yours," I said. "That's kind of scary, babe," I said.
"Why's it scary? I love you?"
"Because you're seventeen and I'm forty and..."
"And it makes no difference at all. I thought about that. Is love supposed to be about physical things? Like MY looks or YOUR looks? Or is it supposed to be that the real YOU and the real ME, personalities, likes, dislikes, dreams, thoughts, all of US fits. That US is right..."
"You're gonna make a habit of this, aren't you?"
"A habit of what?"
"Being all smart and right all the time..."
She kissed me, giggling. "Just let us be US..."
"Okay, smart girl," I said. "You just bought yourself a forty year old engineer."
"And you got yourself a ... well, you got ME ... and whether I'm seventeen or the reincarnation of Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile. And I am YOURS..." She looked thoughtful. "Uh, babe ... can we do a hotel tonight? And don't get two beds ... Never again."
"But, babe ... we didn't pack..."
"I know for a fact, Alan Addison, that you keep an emergency bag behind your seat with a change of underwear and a shaving kit. She smiled demurely. And we won't need pajamas. Not tonight."
"Babe, didn't you say last night that you wanted your first time to be..."
She interrupted, "Don't feed me my own speech, dearest. I said, and I quote (I loved it when she got academic) 'Who I want and when I want.' And, Alan, the 'who' is YOU and the 'when' is before this day ends."
"But, Tina ... you only get to do that once."
"You know," she said, sitting back, "I love you. We share this together..."
"Okay. Jackson is an hour up the road. Here's my phone. Look up either this hotel or that one. And get us a place..."
A very businesslike Tina did the reservations and an hour later we checked in with my emergency bag for luggage. And went straight to the room. And locked the door. And she pushed me back against it and almost climbed up me, kissing. And I gave up. I loved it. I loved her. And the girl I loved was tugging my shirt out of my pants...
I ran my fingers through that short, sassy hair and fastened my lips to the side of her neck, getting squeals and wiggles in response. She pulled free and grabbed my hand and we went toward the bed.
Her sloppy, floppy Saturday blouse was loose and I ran my hands under it, feeling her flesh for the first time. "Mmmmm ... ohhhh, baby..." and she giggled. "You don't know..."
I turned and sat on the bed, drawing her toward me. "What don't I know?"
"That I've been wanting to do this ... for you to touch me ... but I tried, too, Alan. I tried telling myself that you were a nice guy who really just wanted to take care of me and it wasn't like that and I shouldn't push for anything else..."
I laughed. "Then we were both doing the same thing..."
"I know," she giggled. She started to unbutton her blouse. I helped.
"Uh, Alan ... I never ... before..."
"But you're unbuttoning..."
"I knowwww," she said. "But I'm ... uh ... bashful..."
"Then do it YOUR way."
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay then..." and she stopped unbuttoning and pulled the shirt off over her head, leaving me staring at her bra. She reached behind her.
"No, I'll do that, babe," and I reached around her and unhooked two hooks. Her bra slid off her shoulders. Two perfect titties...
"Your shirt," she said. I peeled my shirt off. Her hands went to my chest, her fingers clutching my chest hair. "God, I've wanted to do this every day we went to the pool," she said. She pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. We both still had jeans on at this point. More giggles. "D'you KNOW what you did to me this morning when I hugged you and felt that THING pressing against me?"
"No. What?"
"Beast!" She laughed. "D'you think you're the only one that gets aroused? I had to go swab out my ... uh ... THERE!" Giggle.
"I'm glad. I thought I was going to explode. And you just went "la-di-dah..." What were you thinking?"
"That we needed to talk," she smiled. "'Cuz I'm only doing this once. And you, mister, you better be forever..."
"Forever," I repeated. "Uh ... little darling, you're too damned smart to be confused as to what that means..."
Naked chest to sweet, firm titties, we kissed. "I know exactly what it means." Another giggle. "There's that thing again." She sat back, still straddling me. "It's time I get to see it."
"I'm not going to ask if you're sure again."
"Good!" Giggle. She got up. I stood, started to unbuckle my belt. "Nuh-uh," she said. "MY present. I get to unwrap it." She worked my belt loose, then unsnapped my jeans and unzipped me. I was hard. Diamond-cutter hard. It tented out my drawers. She slid my jeans down my thighs. I wiggled my legs and they fell to my feet. I stepped out of them. Blue eyes turned up to me and her mouth formed a smile. "This is supposed to be fun, right?"
All I could do was nod. Her fingers hooked the elastic of my drawers and in one move pulled them out and down over my dick. Keeping her eyes fixed on it, she slid my drawers down my legs. I stepped out of them too.
"So this is the thing..."
It was. All six circumcised inches of absolutely normal. And I died when her fingers wrapped around it.
"Uh, babe," she said, looking up at me standing in front of her, "Am I supposed to think this is, uh ... like ... beautiful?"
"I don't know, babe. I never thought about it. I'd settle for you not finding it too disgusting to touch.,."
Her grin was joy to behold. "Oh, yeah, it's disgusting. Like this."
Every ounce of strength I had, I used to keep my knees from buckling when she stuck the head in her mouth. She heard me suck in a sharp breath. "I ... I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Oh, god, no, sweetness. Surprised, yes. Hurt? No."
"I've heard about that for years. Saw yours. Knew that I'd like it, with YOU." She stood up. She eyed me questioningly. "You want?" she touched her jeans.
"Oh, yes," I said. I knelt before her and unbuttoned her jeans, taking time to run my hands over that perfectly framed ass. "Perfect," I said.
"Glad YOU think so, baby," she said.
I slid them down, helping them as they clung to her thighs, then down past her shapely calves. She raised first her left foot, then her right, stepping out of her jeans, leaving her clad in a pair of powder-blue hip-hugger panties, her rounded mons, beckoning. Yes, it WAS beckoning. So I did the thing I thought it needed. I planted a kiss on it. It was her turn to suck in a breath. "Ahhhhhhhh."
"Did I hurt you?" I asked.
Giggle again. "No, but I'm gonna hurt YOU if you don't pull my panties off and do that again."
I slid the panties off her plumpish rounded ass and down. She stepped out of them and I kissed her mons again through a fine down of brown pubic hair. Hands held the back of my head. I eased a little lower and I let my tongue tease the beginning of her slit. "Nnnnnnn, baby..." I stood up and our bodies touched naked for the first time.
She shook her head.
"D'you know," I said, "how wonderfully adorable you are. Right down to that little head shake."
"I need a haircut," she said. "But then you might think it's too short."
"Nuh-uh," I said. "I like your neck." And I attacked it, turning her into a wiggly, giggly mess in my arms.
She pushed me backward onto the bed. "Now," she said, "this is my first time, and I know it's supposed to hurt some. So I'm gonna be on top, okay?"
All I could do was nod assent. She straddled me and for the first time in her life her pussy met a dick. My untold riches lay in the fact that the dick was mine. The wet lips of her pussy wrapped the shaft of my dick. "Ahhhhh," she said. "THAT is GOOD!" She smiled at me and slid back and forth a few times, letting her clitty ride in contact with the underside of my hard and wonderfully trapped dick.
While she was enjoying that I was enjoying the beauty of her body, tracing sweet curves with my hands, moving up from her delightful ass, up her sides, around to cup twin handfuls of firm, warm flesh, letting my thumbs tease pink strawberry nipples, circling the quarter-sized areoles.
"You're killing me, baby ... and I'm loving the death..." she sighed. Finally she raised her hips and let my dick rise. Lubrication was complete. Her juices far exceeded my own, and between us, we were ready. Her hand went between her thighs and she guided me with fingertips, lining the head of my dick with her waiting hole. Her face showed concentration. She bit her bottom lip, pressing down, the head pushing against her cherry. Her eyes went full open, she took a deep breath, and pressed. She went "Mmmph!" and I was in.
"We're ... You're in ME, Alan."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded. And answered by rising, letting me slide out of her a little, then she sat back down, pushing me all the way back inside. Her back arched. I put my hands on her hips and she started slow oscillations, back and forth, sitting back to angle me so her clitty was again in contact with the dick inside her. I was trying hard to keep from coming right then but her hips were, her pussy was, working against my best intentions.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. I curled forward to suck one of her titties into my mouth. My tongue played on her nipple. "Babe ... tooo ... Much ... I ... I ... ohhhhh." Thrust. "I'm ... I'm ... doinnnnnnnn' ... it..." the last syllable was a hiss. Another thrust was all I could stand, and I squirted. Hard. Deep ... Her eyes blinked open. "Is that ... you're ... Oh, god ... I feel it ... again..." she breathed. "Another ... babyyyyy."
She fell forward into my arms and our lips sealed together. I ran my hands over her ass. It wouldn't be still, and active muscles in her pussy teased me through orgasm to hardness and she started humping me as we kissed. I held her in my arms and rolled her over onto her back, still inside her. Her hips pushed me deeper into her. I started plunging into her again, rolling her almost immediate second orgasm into yet another for me.
After the fire subsided for the second time, I rolled her back on top of me.
Finally we regained the power of speech. "Darling," she said, caressing my face, "everyone told me the first time was gonna hurt and wouldn't be much fun. I had fun. Did you have fun?"
"I'm returning from a parallel universe, little girl," I said.
She kissed me lightly. I looked into those blue eyes. "Tina, will you marry me?"
Giggle. "You ask me to marry you with that THING stuck in me? Uh..." her hips wiggled and I fell out, soft, spent, with a soft plop. "Okay, it's out. Now ask me."
"Tina, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Alan, I will." She got a semi-serious look. "IN fact, in SOME societies, we're married NOW."
"Good enough for me," I said. "But when you're old enough ... we'll make it official."
"Old enough? I'm seventeen..."
"That's old enough for you to get married if your parent signs for you. But at eighteen, you won't need a signature."
"What about you? You're my guardian."
"Uh, I'm pretty sure that I can't sign for you to marry me..."
"So we can like, live in sin for a year..."
"I wouldn't call it sin, exactly," I said. "After all, I am not going to be with anyone else for the rest of my life. What about you?"
"You're it, babe. One. Only. Forever." And that statement was sealed with a kiss.
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This Saturday found three families having picnics and a whole slew of kids at the new playground next to the picnic area. Officer Pete came towards us with a little girl in hand, about 8 or 9 inches taller than Amy is and with a build more common for an 8 year old. As they approached, Amy says, Hi Kathy. Hi Amy She replies. You two know each other? Pete asks. Yeah daddy, we swim together all the time. Havent you noticed? Kathy says. Yeah I guess I have, now that I think about it. Say Kevin. Pete said, Think you could do me a favor? And what would that be? Kathys babysitter had to beg off today for a personal problem and I cant find a replacement; do you have the time to keep an eye on her? I just started my shift and I cant have her with me. He asked. Sure, we have all the time in the world. I answered. I set Amy down as Amy and Kathy get all excited, hugging each other, talking at the same time about how much fun they are going to have. And we have a heated pool to swim in but you cant wear your swimsuit in it. I hear Amy say. I think we can make an exception this time. I said But daddy, they love each other they way we do. She said. Im sure they do sweetheart most fathers and daughters do. I said. No! She said. They have sex with each other too.
I could have sworn even the birds stopped chirping to hear what would come next. Pete had a look of shock on his face, as did I. Amy had a look of confusion on her face as she looked at Kathy. Kathy had a look of terror on her face and tears were swelling up in her eyes. Someone knows daddy and now they are going to take you away. She cried. We wont tell. If we did then they would have to take my daddy away too. After thinking about it for a second, Kathy quit crying, looked at her dad, and said, Shes right daddy. Its ok. Pete looked at me with a serious face for a minute as if formulating something in his head. One night a few months ago when Lucy and I were on duty we found a puddle of what we thought was water with some foot prints leading over to the restrooms there. He points to the building. When I looked behind the bathroom I could have swore I saw a hairy ass with a pair of tiny feet stuck to them but it happened so fast I thought maybe I was seeing things. You wouldnt happen to know anything about that would you? He asked. It was us! Amy cried. You knew? I asked Pete. I had my suspicions. The first time when Dr. Lucas explained it the way she did, it seemed plausible, and when I looked it up on the internet, what I found confirmed that although very rare it was possible. But after awhile I noticed Amy looks at you the same way Kathy looks at me when shes cuming or about to cum. I decided just to let it be because you two seemed devoted to each other and I didnt see any harm being done. He explained. I have just one question though. Are those pools of liquid what I think they are? He asked. Thats our cum. Amy said with a huge smile. Now Pete had a look of real surprise on his face. No way, thats impossible. He stated. I saw the stage before they cleaned it up. There had to be at least a quart probably more because it looked like someone was rolling in it. Amy started laughing, we all looked at her, and she stopped, What? It was fun. She giggled.
I explained about our conditions to Pete and Kathy and that it was possible. How much water do you drink each day? I need a minimum of two gallons a day and Amy needs three. I urinate just over a pint a day and Amy just under a pint. She has at least two dozen orgasms a day; I only have about half that, although I can pretty much cum on demand and believe me she demands a lot. I explained, while winking at Amy. Amazing, Pete said. Everyone says that. Amy said. Everyone, Pete asked me with a questioning look. Well her mother and Dr. Lucas and her two assistants, Cindy and Stephanie anyway. They all said the same thing. Cindy and Stephanie are ok with it too? He asked. Uh Huh, Cindy acts like shes jealous and says she wishes she could be like me and Stephanie just thinks that amount of cum is disgusting but shes ok with it and happy for us. Amy said. Pete had the noon to 8 PM shift so I gave him the gate code said wed expect him shortly after eight to pick up Kathy.
Our pool is heated and has an awning covering the whole area and took a crew of four to set up. It also has a screened it front to keep out the snow and occasional leaf. When the pool is heated, it is warm, humid, and quite comfortable on a cold day. The girls stripped down naked as soon as we got home by way of the pool. I made them pick up their cloths and bring them upstairs where, once I was naked Amy immediately wanted up. We have company. I said. If you guys are gonna have sex I wanna watch, Kathy stated. I dont think your father would approve Kathy. I said. He just told me not to stare too much. She replied. Amy held her arms out to me and stomped her feet impatiently. I saw the insides of her thighs and calves are wet, and my cock began to drool in anticipation. I picked her up and she mounted me slowly while I hold her pussy lips apart so Kathy would get a good look. She put on a good show as she opened her lips allowing the head in, pushing hot slimy fluid over and down my cock. When the head was in she squeezed her lips tight causing a white ring just under the head as her lips squeezed the blood from the area then she let go and squeezed her channel and bore down slowly causing the same white ring to precede her lips on the way down. Once she hit the bottom, she wiggled her butt to settle in then squeezed hard before pulling back up squeezing her lips. She continued like this while picking up the pace. The white ring disappeared as my cock got used to the tightness of her pussy. When I looked at Kathy she had her eyes glued to where our genitals were raping each other, as Amy went faster, so did Kathys fingers. Instinct kicked in and I started thrusting along with Amy. We were fucking with gusto now and our juices were splashing everywhere covering us from the waist down, juices were flowing freely down my shaft and balls in waves to end up on the carpeting below us. I looked at Kathy and she still had her eyes glued to us but now she was on the floor with two fingers of her right hand buried in her pussy and the pinky finger in her asshole pumping away as her left hand worked her clit, her eyes never leaving the juncture where Amy and I met. Our cum was splashing all over her and she didnt seem to notice as she was completely caught up in our lovemaking and her own hands. Kathy came down long before we did but she kept watching until the end.
Wow! That was so cool. I wonder if daddy and me look like that. She said. I bet you do, just not quite as messy. I replied. And boy, you guys sure are messy. She says as she wipes her hand on her chest then licks her fingers. That kinda tastes like my dad just a little different. She noted. Lets take a shower and clean up shall we. I say. You gonna love the shower. Amy says to Kathy. We spent a half hour in the shower mostly I just watched the girls play after I washed them. Amy and I had a session while Kathy watched and played with herself. Afterwards we went to pool and I started reading The chronicles of Germaine, the Outcast. A fantasy trilogy I found at a used bookstore. Amy and Kathy were playing with Amys doll collection in the game room. After a while, they went swimming with some of the dolls. When they tired of this, they laid out on some towels next to me. They lay on their stomachs with their feet to me with their heads next to each other as they continued to play with the dolls. Kathy, innocently, at one point got up on her knees while staying on her arms sticking out her backside for me to see.
Where Amys clit was short and fat, hers was long and thin, about 3 inches long and not even a half-inch wide. The hood was as light as the lips around it except for a slight pink at the end. It was completely flaccid were Amy was always extremely engorged and red. Above that (from my perspective), her long thin inner lips surrounded her well-fucked hole. However, what surprised me the most was her obviously well fucked asshole above that. The way she was sitting parted her ass wide and revealed her hole opening and closing slightly while she moved.
Kathy, do you like having sex in the backside with your dad? I asked. She stretched back out and turned on her side to look at me. You mean anal sexoh yeah its the best. She said. Doesnt it hurt? Amy asked. A little at first and dad didnt want to, I had to beg him to. Now we do it all the time after he fucks me proper first. I looked at Amy and I can see the wheels turning in her head. I couldnt do that to Amy. I said Why not. Kathy asked. I told her about what Amys stepfather had done. Then Kathy said. Just cause it hurt when he did it doesnt mean itll hurt if your daddy does it, sides the way you two go at it I know youll like it. She said. Still I dont think I could. I stated and nothing more was said on the subject. With Kathy helping us, we washed, dried, and folded our daily load of towels. We went though about thirty, large towels a day, and with the help of a couple of industrial washers and driers, we could get it done in two loads. We watched a movie in the theater. I let the girls on Amys computer so they could play some online kids games. We had chili cheese dogs and tater tots for dinner. I was sitting on the couch with Amy impaled on me facing the TV with her back to my chest, Kathy was sitting next to us and both were totally wrapped up in the show on the TV when we heard the doorbell ring. I reached over to the control panel, pressed a button, and spoke into it. Pete? I ask Yeah. He replies. Come on up to the top floor. I say. It looked like the girls hadnt noticed my talking to Pete as they were stuck to the TV. Pete came up, walked in the room and said, Well, well look what do we have here. As soon as Kathy heard her dads voice, she jumped up and ran to him and instead of hugging him; she started working on his belt with a vengeance, which with a cops belt is a feat in itself. Pete tried to stop his daughter but she kept slapping his hands and telling him to stop. Were company here Kathy its not polite. He told her I tried telling Amy that and it didnt work either so you might as well give up. I said. Pete threw up his hands and said. Ok Ill quit resisting officer. Kathy got his pants and underwear down and off and as soon she stood up, she took his cock and immediately put it in her mouth. Since it was flaccid and not much bigger than mine was, she was able to get the whole thing in her mouth. We could see Kathy working his cock with her tongue as it was moving the sides of her cheeks. We watched as her cheeks started puffing out and her lips spread wider but remain around the base of his cock. We could see her throat get larger and straighter as she moved to allow it to do so, while his cock got bigger, still with her lips around the base. When her neck was almost straight and full of cock we watched as she slowly pulled his almost eight inches out of her tight mouth. His cock had a think layer of her saliva and she just looked at it for a second then opened her mouth wide and rammed it down her throat quickly three times, I could have sworn my cock burped a little cum when I saw that. I gotta try that. Amy said. If you could they would probably have to surgically remove you from me. I laugh. Completely ignoring us, Kathy said to Pete, I wanna try it standing up like they do daddy. Always wanting to try something different, okay, He replied.
He reached down and picked her up, with some difficulty and clumsiness they manage to get Kathy mounted. I wanna watch. Amy said as she removed herself from me, ran over, and sat in front of them. I just turned in the couch and watched them from there. We watched Pete start pumping his cock in and out of his daughters tight pussy. Kathys pussy was only a little bigger then Amys and only a little deeper as Pete couldnt get his full length in her leaving about a half inch exposed when buried. Pete was doing all the work and only pulling out halfway before pushing back in. Pull it all the way out and just leave the head in, Kathy fuck back. Amy instructed. Shush, dont tell them what to do, Amy, its not polite. I said. They must have heard her because Pete pulled out at the same time Kathy pulled up and his cock popped out. He reached around and put it back in and after some effort they got a pace going, pulling out just to the head and pushing back in. once they got the rhythm down they started picking up speed as they were getting lost in each other. Kathy was dripping wet and his cock and part of his balls were covered in Kathys juices, not like ours but still respectable for normal people. They both started moaning and groaning as they reached their peak. I threw a towel to Amy and she put it under them. They were fucking fast and hard. Kathy was extremely horny having to watch us all day and only able to use her fingers, so she was fucking for all she was worth. When she came, she let out a howl that could grow and curl the hair on a bald mans head. Amy saw Kathy clamp down on her fathers cock. She watched as the base of his cock expanded and contracted as he emptied his balls into her and watched as the cum came out, not violently like them, but burped out in waves mixed with Kathys juices that covered his balls and eventually dropped two huge globs on the towel. When they were done and catching their breath Amy reached down and put her finger in their cum and tasted it. Shes right it does kinda taste like us daddy. Amy says. Pete looked at his daughter with a questioning look. Dont worry we didnt have sex together, but, if you gonna watch them you better stand waaay back if you dont wanna taste it. She said getting a laugh out of the rest of us. Youve never done that before. You always say hi first. Pete said to Kathy Sorry, hi dad. You never had to spend the day with two horny dogs either. I musta watched them have sex a least a dozen times daddy. She said. You didnt have to, you know. I say to her. Are you kidding? That was the most awesome thing. I could watch you guys do that all day, especially if daddy is with me. She says. Pete looks down at the towel and says. Not bad, nowhere your level, but not bad, He reaches down to pick up the towel as I said. Leave it. Ill take care of it. Why dont you two take a shower, Kathy knows where it is and take your time, Kathy likes it in there. About 45 minutes later Pete and Kathy walked out completely dressed, Kathy with a look of contentment only a well-fucked daughter in the arms of her father could have. Amy and I were still naked and mounted. I motion for them to sit on the couch. You know, Amy needs a friend like Kathy, one where she can be free to exercise her problem with out the need to go hide. Today she was able to be herself and have fun like other little girls her age and I dont think Ive ever seen her happier. I say. The girls were cuddling with us with the heads in their respective fathers chest not saying a word. We could watch Kathy for you for free and be happy to do it. Not another word. I have a feeling that if I said no Kathy would give me the silent treatment till I was old and gray. Pete says. The girls started squealing; Kathy jumped up and hugged Amy and the two started talking like a gaggle of geese while Pete and I made the arrangements. He already had the codes to get in. Along with his regular shift, he could drop her off any time day or night if he had to. Amy and Kathy became best friends for life literally and this became Kathys second home. After awhile Pete didnt even bother to call he just dropped her off when he had an emergency or something, many times we have woke up with Kathy sprawled out with us snoring away. It wasnt one sided either; Amy spent a good amount of time with them as I took care of business, attending charity events, board and shareholder meetings for companies I bought or were heavily invested in. Pete and I became good friends too, trading BBQ parties and going fishing, bowling or snowmobiling. However, nowhere near as much time as Kathy spent with us.
I found a box of clothes in the storage area that must have belonged to old man Lenard when he was younger. We decided to donate them to the local consignment shop along with a check for $10,000.00 and told them to keep our share of the proceeds. When I gave the clothes and check to the manager she told the girls and I to look around and if we found something we liked we could have it. I did not intend to get anything free; a donation is a donation and has nothing to do with the purchase of anything. The girls were off looking through all the racks and shelves having a good time. I was looking at some pants when the girls ran up and each grabbed a hand and started pulling me down the aisle. Come here daddy we want you to see something. Amy said. We came to a rack with Mens overcoats hanging on it. Amy pulled out the arm of one in particular and said to try it on. When I put it on, the bottom hem almost touched the floor, the sleeves were slightly longer than my arms, and when I pulled out the front, it looked like you could fit two of me in it. This is way too big; it looks like its for a 500 lb fat man. I said. Close it up, I wanna see something. Amy instructed. Kathy is giggling all the while. I zipped and buttoned it up, and then Amy crawled underneath and climbed me like a tree until shes in position. I unbutton and unzip the top enough for Amy to poke her head out like a puppy or kitten in your coat would. Perfect! Kathy says. Amy scrambles down and out and says. Buy it, daddy. I have learned not to argue with Amy so I agreed. Kathy ran down the aisle, took a girls reddish/pink winter coat from the rack, ran back with it, hands it to me and says. Here buy this too. When we got home, the girls took the coats, went straight to the sewing room, and told me not to come in until they said to.
For the next three days about the only time I saw the girls was when Amy needed to get relief. Pete had bought Kathy a couple of small vibrators and I was to find out the Kathy was nastier then Amy. When it came to sex, Kathy would try anything except, like Amy, fucking someone other than her daddy. So when Amy came for relief Kathy would watch and use the vibrators to get off, often she would double fuck herself with one in her pussy and the other in her ass. The sight of a eight-year-old double fucking her hairless pussy and ass and the feel of Amys eight-year-old cunt on my cock was more than enough to make for some great relief for me as well.
Finally, they came out and told me to follow them. When we got to the sewing room, I see the coat on a sewing dummy and I took a closer look. They had tacked on the sleeves from the other coat we bought to each side of the front of the coat. When I opened the coat, I see they had removed the zipper and sewn it shut to about halfway up. She had sewn a piece of wool to the back and added several more pockets on the inside but what was interesting was what she did with the harness. She had removed the two horizontal straps holding the shoulder pieces together and sewn them to the underside of the shoulders of the coat, which she had reinforced with small pieces of leather. Try it on daddy. She says. I hold it open and step into it. No daddy pull it over your head, I need to see if it will work like its supposed to. She said. Okay. I stepped back out and pulled it over my head, threading my arms through the shoulders. It seemed to fit ok and the harness seemed to be in the right place. Amy crawled underneath, stood up and held her arms out and I grabbed her arms and was about to pull her up when she said just to hold her there. I see where she is going with this. I held her in place while she pulled her legs up and leaned back a little while she thread her legs through the knee straps and I lifted her so she could thread her feet the whole way to the stirrups, she then mounted me as usual. She had me close the coat up to her neck, then in front of her neck. While I held it there, Kathy pulled up a step stool and marked an area around Amys neck on the front of the coat with chalk, then held the material down on her shoulders removed the sleeves and mark the area on both sides of the coat. Ok. You can let me down now. Amy said. Can I stay or do you want me to leave. I asked. Doesnt matter; the secrets out now. Amy said
I found a chair, sat down, and watched as they removed buttons, stitches, and cutting material to make room for her neck and arms. As I watched, I found myself absent-mindedly stroking myself while admiring their flat chested, hairless, preteen bodies. My cock was drooling cum and getting all over my fingers and towel I was sitting on. The girls notice this and put on a show while they worked, bending over needlessly showing their pussys to me. At one point Amy had one leg on the step stool and a knee on the table next to her like she needed the extra height to do something and Kathy was down on her shoulder and knees looking up under the coat, both of their legs spread wide leaving nothing hidden. When I saw that, I let out a moan as my cock jumped in my hand. The girls looked at me from between their legs and I almost lost it at the site. They looked at each other and without a word walked over to me. Had enough? Kathy giggled as Amy slapped my hand away from my cock.
We have a policy between Pete, the girls and I that we dont fuck anyone but our mates, because of the intimacy of it, but that didnt mean we couldnt do other things. A girl cant be expected to go that long when theres a man in the house. as the girls put it. Therefore, we allowed hands and mouths. Amy had taught Kathy the twisting, pumping hand job and Kathy taught Amy how to take my cock in her throat, though she could only get about half of it in it felt good nonetheless. They took turns with me, first Amy twisting and pumping then, Kathy deep throating me; she would easily take my whole length then bear down until I felt her teeth dig into my pelvis. She then fucked me with her throat for a bit. I was fully imbedded in Kathys mouth when I came, pumping loads of cum down her gullet. After the first barrage of cum, she pulled it out and Amy took as much of me as she could, swallowing as much as she could before pulling it out and letting it get all over them. (Kathy liked to be covered in cum as much as Amy and me, Pete wasnt so fond of it though.) When they were finished I sat back, exhausted and said told them to give me a minute and its their turn.
I laid down on the floor and let Amy mount me while Kathy sat on my face. Amy liked this position because she had full control and could work my cock to her best advantage, which she did with expertise. Kathy said I had the best tongue in town besides her daddys and I told her I was the only tongue in town besides her father. The girls were not shy about getting the best orgasm they could; the only criteria was the comfort of their partner. Kathy had literally wrapped herself on my head, with my hands holding her small butt to my face, bent over with her chest on the top of my head holding on tight, but not too tight, with both arms. Amy was hopping up and down on my cock as fast as she could while looking down at the point of entrance, drool started coming from her mouth as she pumped harder on my cock. The girls came at about the same time. Kathy started jerking wildly on my head as she gave in totally to her orgasm, pushing her clit into my tongue, letting out a little more than an average amount of her fluid and moaning with each powerful jerk of her orgasm. Amy clamped down on my cock and started jerking also, her pussy pulsating on my cock, the drool now strung out from her mouth to my chest. When Kathy had finished she laid next to me and I absent mindedly started caressing her body as I pumped load after load into Amys tight little pussy. Kathy got up and did something Ive never seen her do, she reached down and started lightly stroking Amys clit. Obviously, she had not done this before because when she did Amys eyes almost bugged out of her head. It almost seemed like she would melt right there as a wave of pleasure took hold of her body, she then bore down on my cock to get as much as she could in and started grinding her clit on my pelvis and Kathys fingers. She was slippery enough for Kathy to works the sides of Amys clit with the insides of her fingertips, sending Amy jerking, her pussy pulsating on my cock, when Amy had had enough she collapsed onto my chest. Boy, I wasnt expecting that. Amy says. Well, we better take a shower then clean up this mess. I said. The girls were in the shower with the water on before I got to the bathroom door.
We need something to keep us warm inside. I said looking at the coat. What do you think we should do? Amy asked. Im thinking we should take the heating elements from some portable heating blankets and some battery rolls. We can line the coat with the batteries and heating elements. I can make four separate sections, each with their own temperature control and the batteries should last a few years before they need a recharge. Not only will that keep us warm, but the batteries will hold the shape of the coat and hide us better. I explained. That is so cool! Amy exclaimed. Awesome! Kathy agreed. After what seemed like a hundred fittings and two days later, Amy declared it finished. We decided to try it out by walking to the park and back without going into the park itself. I put the coat over my head leaving my arms inside as we had practiced; with Amy threaded and mounted, we stuck our arms out the sleeves and turned to look in the mirrors. It looked like we usually do but with Amy mounted a little lower. When she leaned back she could rest her back on the front of the coat making it much easier for us both, in fact in this position, Amy had great leverage to impale herself firmly on my cock and you couldnt see her outline from her shoulders on down. It was quite warm inside the coat and being inside the house made it almost hot. It was a cold day so Kathy put on her clothes and coat and we went for a walk.
The feeling was exhilarating for both of us. The cold air blowing across our faces with our hot bodies coupled snuggly under a warm coat. We walked the path to the park with Amy fucking me slowly along the way, as we neared the entrance to the park; Amys heart began to pump faster. Amy, we shouldnt. I say Why? Theyve seen us like this a lot. She says. Yes but not in this position, it kinda looks obvious. I say. Youre always much higher up. We can tell them I made it and this is the way it turned out. I dont think anyone would say anything if they knew anyway Kevin. Kathy says. We cant take that chance. I said as I try not to lose the battle. They wont know; theyll believe me. Amy pouts and looks at me with her puppy dog eyesI lost the battle.
Both of our hearts were beating fast now as we approached the gate and by the time we opened it, I was rock hard and we were dripping like a leaky faucet, so we walked on the warm grass to hide the fluids that were dripping between us. As we neared the concession stand, Pete and Nancy walked up to us. I see you finished it. Pete says as he walks around inspecting it. A little low but ok and the pink sleeves give it that little girl touch. He said as he winked at Amy. Amy was getting into this; her pussy was flowing heavy now and was extremely hot and the head of my cock was so sensitive that every time she stroked up or down it made my legs shake. She started moaning and slow fucking me right there. The feeling of her pussy massaging my cock as we looked at the people gathering around us was extremely exciting for the both of us, making us that much hornier. This was turning into a purely sexual fuck; my cock needed the friction of Amys pussy as much as her pussy needed the fullness of my cock. Are you ok Amy? Lucy asks, Im going to have a seizure. Amy says in a shaky, weak voice. Then she picked up the pace, fucking harder and faster. She couldnt believe it, she had her daddys cock going in and out of her pussy and she could look people in their eyes as she felt waves of carnal, forbidden, pleasure race though her, she started spewing profanities, that by now people were used to hearing coming from her. Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard with your hard piece of hot meat. Instinct wanted to take over but caution prevailed as I tried as hard as I could not to push back.
The people around us seemed to feed our hunger for each other. Amy was fucking as fast as she could but without my help, it didnt seem to her that she would reach the peak she so desperately needed. Fuck me daddy, pleeeease fuck me. She pleaded. I looked around us and saw a wall of people surrounding us. I put my hands inside the coat and lightly held Amys ass, trying not to give in to the instinct to fuck back, it had to look like it was only Amy doing it. Amy was moaning wildly, her pussy as hot and wet as I had ever felt it. Our hot fluids were covering my balls with waves of warmth that help to accentuate the fact that we were fucking in public. Amy felt it too, as she pulled up on my cock to the head then slammed down hard and fast to shove her clit into my pelvis. Our juices splashing all over her, she can feel the thickness my cock in her as she looked around. I could not help myself anymore and gave into the animal inside me. I started fucking back, pumping my hips as fast as I could, trying to match her fast and furious pace, my cock enjoyed the slimy hot tightness of her young pussy. Up until now, I had been able to keep a somewhat concerned look on my face, now I had a grimace on my face and looked very much in distress while I grunted and snorted like a horny bull, not caring about those around us even though we were very aware of their presence. We hit our peak together as she clamped down on my cock and I began to empty my knot inside her, our bodies jerking together as each wave of pleasure hit us. Amy had bolted straight up with her head in the air looking at the sky with closed eyes and clamped teeth. Each jerk fed our desire to be sexually sated. When we resumed fucking, it was with a zest for the animalistic desire to give and get what we could from the moment. Amys look had changed to the one of a evil, crazy, sex addict being satiated, Her head tilted down slightly, looking through the tops of her sockets, mouth open and drooling with an evil grin; she was breathing hard through her mouth and making evil laughing and gasping noises. I still had look of distress as I continued to pump my semen into Amy in quick huge spurts while grunting and snorting. Amy was so into it, she was massaging my cock in unison with my loads pulling each one into her, filling her insides then expelling it out just to take in another load. As we slowly came down from our orgasmic high and Amy began to regain some of her senses the sadistic look left her face and one of contentment set in and she laid her head on his chest and settled into a slow fuck.
We were both breathing hard and leaking a great deal when someone asked, Are you ok now Amy? I was panicking, as I was sure someone would say something, it had to be obvious what we were doing. It was Mrs. Harper one of Amys friends Mother. Ill be ok. Thank you all for helping to make it better. She said in shy little girl voice. I looked around and saw about 30 people had gathered around and I was worrying if my giving in found us out but it didnt seem to. The crowd dispersed with someone occasionally stopping to say something to Amy. She must have clamped on tight there for awhile; Ive never seen that look on your face before or hear you make those sounds. Officer Lucy said. Yeah, shes never held on that tight before. I agreed. Ill probably have some nice bruises on my arms tomorrow. I added as I try to qualify it. Amy you look thirsty, your lips are cracked. Let me get you some water. Lucy said. When she was out of earshot, Kathy (who was perched on her daddys hip next to them the whole time) asked excitedly. Well how was it? It was the bestest. She said. I cant believe we were fucking in public. My pussy just wouldnt quit cuming. She said. Im surprised you didnt fuck back, for awhile there it looked like you were going to. Pete said to me. Amy and I looked at each other in happy surprise. He did and did it good too. Amy says. Really, Pete says. I totally gave in when I first started groaning, after that I didnt care what the people thought. I said. Me either Amy added. Daddy can you take a break now. Kathy asks obviously horny. As much as we need to I cant sweetheart, a police officer cant just leave in the middle of his duty. When we take breaks it has to be near our posts. He explains. Ok. She says reluctantly. What are you going to do now? You cant walk on the cement or the sand. Pete asks. Why not? Amy asks. Um, wed leave a trail. I say pointing out the obvious. Oh yeah I didnt think of that. She said. Well I guess well go home and take care of a horny little girl. I said. Lucy came back with two waters and I gave mine to Amy as she drank hers faster than a humming bird flies.
Kathy was naked and in the shower with the water on by the time, we got to the bathroom door. I love taking showers with the girls even if its just to sit back and stroke myself while watching them play with their dolls; this time I was the only doll they were planning to play with. Amy and I washed after I let her down, when I turned around Kathy was lying on the floor holding her knees up to her chest, and legs spread. Come and get it. She says. I lie down on top of her with my head at her shoulders and start kissing and caressing them. She pushed on my head and said. Nooo, Im ready now. My head doesnt budge as I continue my ministrations on her flat chest. Taking her tiny left nipple with the fingertips of my left, lightly tugging on it, sucking, and flicking my tongue her right nipple she moaned softly. Nooo, please, Normally I would stop because she said to, but knowing Kathy she will be thanking me and showering me with kisses when its over. I switch positions with my mouth and hand and she tried to grind her clit into my stomach but I wouldnt let her. I held her waist down and worked my way down her stomach, licking and kissing her. I paused at her outie belly button, lick, and sucked on it causing her to squirm even more. I worked down to the top of her mound. I caressed her labia moving my fingertips lightly over the smooth tight skin. She moans. I lick the left side then the right. I take her right labia in my lips and suck and pull to the top careful not to touch her clit, I do the same to the left side. I look at her pussy and see her clit fully engorged and bright pink with a tiny white spot on the hood where it looked like it was trying to break out. I insert my right forefinger in her pussy in search of her G Spot. When I find it she clamps on to my finger, by now she is moaning and squirming wildly, not wanting to prolong it any more, I slide the hood away from her clit and take it in my mouth like a nipple I sucked lightly and flicked my tongue. She bucked wildly under me as I alternated from sucking and flicking all the while keeping my finger on her G Spot. She was on her shoulders and feet with her hips jerking up and down as each powerful wave of orgasm racked her body. This went on for at least a minute when she passed out and went limp except for some involuntarily jerking. Is she going to be ok? Amy asks. Shell be just fine. I say as I start licking the juices from Kathys pussy. Slowly she comes to as I continue to taste her sweet pussy. She puts her hands on the back of my head and slowly and lightly grinds her pussy on my tongue. Uuuum, Dont stop. She moans. After a short while, I stop and sit up. Kathy just laid there her knees bent, legs splayed out exposing her bright pink pussy. Awww, She pouts. I need to give my tongue a rest. I say. The girls just giggled. God, Kevin that was good, Im glad you didnt stop when I said to. Kathy said, I knew you wouldnt mind otherwise I would have. I replied. Sometimes, patience has its rewards. I added as I sat back in the chair. Amy came up to me and tugged on my leg to indicate to me to scoot forward on the chair so I scoot forward as she pushes my legs apart. Amy and Kathy double-teamed me again. With Amy twisting and pumping on my cock, Kathy taking all of me in her mouth then they would switch actions. Amy could only get a little over half my cock in her throat and when she pulled it out she looked at it and said some day Im going to get all of you. as if talking to my cock. It didnt take much more of this before my cum covered them.
After I caught my breath, I looked Amy in the eye and said, Your turn. Amy jumped on my lap and started to mount me when I stopped her and set her back on the floor. It looks like the theme is hands and mouth only. I said. I sat cross-legged on the floor, pulled Amy to me, and sat her in my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist. I hugged her tight, bent my head, took her ear into my mouth, and slowly sucked on it as I pulled away. I love you Amy. I whispered in hear ear. I caressed her cheek with my mouth. Im nothing without you. I kissed her nose. My heart beats fast when Im near you. I kissed her eye. When I smell you my cock wants to be in you. She was putty in my hands as our mouths met. Whispering my feelings in her ear always brought out the love and passion in her. She attacked my mouth with hers sucking on my upper lip then the lower. I opened my mouth and she opened her little lips inside mine searching for my tongue. With my mouth covering hers, I found her tongue and circled it with mine she caresses mine with hers and sucked on it as I pulled it out. Amy was starting to breathe hard now as I worked my way down her body the way she likes it except when I reached her pussy I tried to ignore her clit as long as I think she can take it. I held her pussy open with my thumbs, brought my nose to her entrance, and inhaled deeply her scent making my cock come to full attention. I licked her juice from her ass, as I touched her anus with the tip of my tongue she let out a low moan, I pause and tickled it and she shuttered. Hearing no objections, I push a little and she moans again but doesnt let it in so I push a little harder and the tip slid in, I wiggle it and she let out a louder moan and jerks. I removed my tongue and lapped up the wave of cum that it produced. She was grinding her hips in the air as if searching for my tongue. My tongue made it back to her entrance and I sucked on it; there is so much liquid it made a slurping noise as I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed it. She was moaning wildly now and telling me to finish it. Ignoring her, I slide the tip of my tongue in. Her pussy gladly accepted it, happy to have something in it. I moved my tongue in and out as fast as I could as Amy ground her pussy into my face. I removed my tongue and ran it up one side of her inner lips and clit then doing the same to the other side sending her almost to her peak. I tucked my lips over my teeth, closing them gently on her clit, and lightly pull, as I did, she bucked. I ran my tongue over it and she bucked again. I slide the hood away from her clit and licked again and she began bucking and jerking, I keep my mouth firmly planted on her clit my head moving with her. I sucked and flicked it with my tongue, I circled her clit with it, push with it, massaged her with it. The fluid was flowing freely from her as she worked her hips getting as much as she could, never being shy about getting it. I feel a small finger under my chin. Kathy was playing with Amys anus with her fingertip. She pushed on it causing Amy to buck even harder. Kathy inserted her finger to just past the first knuckle. Oh yeah, further. Amy moans loudly as her orgasms got more intense. Kathy pushed her finger all the way in and wiggled it. Amy lost it and let her body take over her, she was groaning and swearing, her hips grinding and jerking trying to get more of the good feeling flowing through her every muscle. Her pussy was on fire, her desire for her daddys tongue insatiable; her pussy was opening and closing trying to take in something that wasnt there, gushing out waves of her fluid. As she started to come down Kathy removed her finger and I moved my tongue to massage the rest of her pussy, letting her come down enjoyably, while I drank the sweet nectar that was her juices.
I finally sat up and said. A k grirhs thas itt ma tongs broke. I said as if I had a swollen tongue. The girls laughed and giggled and Amy says, If you break your cock wed really be sorry Thats ok we could get Dr. Lucas to fix it. Kathy adds.
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THE DO IT YOURSELF PROJECT
Saint George
This story occurs in the very late 1950s and continues into the early 1960s. The location
is close to the area where Marsha and Harriet (characters from my 1960s novel) reside.
Some of the incidents described did occur, but a few years earlier. Names and most of
the dialogue have been changed. That means that it has been fictionalized sufficiently
to hide any resemblance to anyone living or dead. While this story stands on its own,
some of the occurrences MAY have had an influence on Marsha's thoughts on teens
growing up.
Mary and Jeff were two good kids from good families. Their parents had moved to the
suburbs from the city to experience the American dream. Jeff was a senior at the local
public high school, Mary a junior at the area's parochial high school. Mary was an
Honor student, always achieving excellent grades and was always respectful of her
parents and teachers. Jeff's grades were not in the stratosphere like Mary's however,
they were definitely well above average. He lettered in both Track and Cross Country.
Mary and Jeff became a couple a year earlier when mutual friends introduced them. It
seems that they had the same surname while not being related. For the sake of
simplicity let's say that their last name was 'Smith', not actually but you get the gist. The
name was fairly common. Their friends thought that if they got together they could pass
themselves as married already if in 'name only'. Much to the delight of their friends they
did hit it off, and after several dates began to 'go steady'. Both sets of parents had
become familiar with their offsprings' 'steady' and approved of their choice.
However both sets of parents constantly reminded them that they were just dating and
not married. They spent considerable effort in monitoring their child's and 'steady's'
activities.
While neither set of parents was oppressive, they constantly reminded the kids that if
they weren't careful, emotions could get out of hand. Should this ever happen they
would have to reconsider the relationship. They were too young to understand yet. If
they were to go too far, they would ruin their reputation and thus leave the children
sullied. Besides which, it would reflect poorly on their parents. The parents 'knew' that
the youngsters would 'control' themselves. A chaste goodnight kiss at the end of an
evening was acceptable as was holding hands in public. However, anything more was
reserved for after the marriage vows.
Even though Jeff always brought Mary home in time for her curfew, Mary's parents
were especially vigilant. When Jeff would walk Mary to her front door there was always
a subtle hint that someone was watching. The movement of a curtain or the flickering of
the porch light were reminders.
One Sunday evening in the spring things came to a head. The couple had remained in
Jeff's '52 Chevy too long. Mary's dog came scratching at the windows, followed quickly
by Mary's dad. The pair had finally progressed to first base when they were interrupted.
The situation was becoming intolerable for the young lovers.
Jeff quickly opened his door and in an attempt to distract Mary's dad, began
roughhousing with Mary's dog. Jeff was a 'dog person'. He had become friends with
Mary's 'pup', if you are willing to call a 90 lb. Shepard/Husky, a pup. The dog, Smokey,
was making mock attempts to attack Jeff while keeping an eye on Mary. At Mary's soft
spoken command Smokey rolled over and presented his belly to Jeff.
Jeff spoke quietly to the animal as he scratched its unprotected underside, "I love her
as much as you do. Together we'll be her protectors."
At the sound of Mary's dad approaching, Smokey sprang to this feet and assumed an
defiant position between Mary's dad and the errant couple. Mary's dad did not intend to
cause a confrontation. He stopped well back and said, "Mary, its time to come in: Jeff
thanks for being a gentleman."
Jeff looked to his girlfriend's father and said respectfully, "We were just coming in, sir."
Mary's dad turned toward the house and as he walked, he motioned for the dog to
follow. Smokey, however, didn't, he moved forward several feet then assumed the
classic guard position.
Mary spent the time to smooth her blouse and make sure all her buttons were in order.
Jeff went to Mary's side of the car and opened the door. Mary got out and took Jeff's
hand as they approached her parent's front door. They stopped on the porch under the
light.
Mary looked Jeff in the eye and said, "I loved the way you were touching me! I want to
feel your hands on every square inch of me."
Jeff groaned, "Your and my parents will kill me. I want to squeeze my self into you, from
my head to my toes."
"Luv, I want you to do that and more. But I don't want to become a woman in the back
seat of a car. Next week could we watch the submarine races instead of going to the
movies? Unless my parents ground me for tonight. I want to be yours for everything but
a home run. And that last part will come real soon."
They kissed in a way that would only slightly offend her spying parents. Jeff pulled back
and said that he would try to find a nice place to stop on Friday night. He was
concerned with what had happened to several couples at his school. He told Mary that
as much as he wanted to make her a complete woman, he was willing wait as long as
she needed.
Jeff then made the most sincere statement of his young life, "Mary, I love you, even
more than that, I trust you with my soul." Screwing up his courage he continued,
"Please, tell me that you feel the same way."
Mary almost began to make a lighthearted comment until she saw the abject look of
fear on Jeff while he waited for her response.
"Jeff, Luv, I am yours whenever you want. I love you, my body and soul is yours." She
then punctuated the reply with a toe curling kiss.
Mary's father completely unaware of what had just transpired turned the light off and on
again.
Mary and Jeff spoke at the same time, "Friday!"
When Mary opened the front door, she confronted her father. "Dad I respect you. It's
time that you grant me the same."
Without waiting for a reply she walked toward her room. Her dad somewhat surprised
by her comment, started to follow, an angry retort on his lips. He was stopped by
Smokey blocking his path.
Somewhere deep in his primordial brain Mary's dad realized that Smokey had
transferred his allegiance from him to his daughter's partner. Daughter's partner?
Where did that thought come from?
Smokey did not have to think about it, the way his mistress had spoken to him and the
way his new master had treated him he knew what his responsibilities were. He liked
the older human in front of him. It troubled him somewhat that he had to confront this
human; however, his duties were clear. All that prevented him from bearing his teeth
was his mistress's old pack leader turning and walking in the opposite direction.
Alone in her bedroom Mary thought about what had transpired on the porch earlier. She
knew what she meant and she believed she knew what Jeff meant. She needed
reassurance. Mary went to the phone in the hall and dialed Jeff's home. She knew the
hour but her need was greater than her fear of violating the taboo of calling too late.
Jeff no sooner had come into his parents home when the phone rang. His heart sang
when he picked up the receiver and heard the words, "Hello, is Jeff there?" spoken by
his mate.
"It's me, lover. Is something wrong.?"
Mary began crying quietly, "Jeff, I meant every word I said."
"Me, too", whispered Jeff.
"Luv, did you ask me to marry you tonight? Because if you did the answer is YES! A
thousand times yes!"
Jeff himself was almost in tears at this point. "Mary I not only asked you, I made a vow
to you tonight."
"Luv, I was afraid that you didn't mean it that way." Swallowing her tears, Mary
continued, "mine were also a vow to you."
Jeff's next words surprised and pleased Mary, "Wife of mine, may I drive you to school
tomorrow?"
Her spirits lifted, Mary said, "It is only proper for my husband to take me where I need to
go."
They then reassured each other of their love and trust. With the connection broken,
Mary went to her room got into bed and promptly fell asleep. Jeff went to his room.
There he dug deep in his shirt drawer. He finally found what he had been seeking. He
had not remembered the small velvet pouch earlier on Mary's porch. But when Mary
had addressed him as 'my husband' long forgotten memories flooded back. Jeff
opened the small sack and removed the contents. Two rings that were once his
grandmother's. An engagement ring with a blood red ruby as its center piece. The main
stone was flanked by small diamonds on each side. The other ring was a simple gold
wedding band with his grandparents initials engraved on the inside. The rings and
pouch were a bequest to him on his grandmother's passing. As was the tradition in the
family, they were passed to him for safekeeping, to be given to his future wife.
Tomorrow he would complete his task when he put the rings on his 'bride's' finger.
Jeff stripped down to his underwear and climbed into his bed. He set his alarm back an
hour to give himself the time to drive Mary to school. He took with him the velvet pouch.
He slept that night with his bride's treasure clutched in his hand.
In the morning when he awoke he discovered that he had made quite a mess of his
underwear. He remembered dreams of the passionate mingling of naked bodies and
quiet moments walking with his lover.
Jeff hurried to the bathroom. There he showered, then shaved his face for the second
time in as many days. Normally he would shave about once a week, usually Friday or
Saturday evening just before he went to pick up Mary. Upon returning to his room he
dressed not in his usual jeans and polo shirt opting instead for a dress white shirt and
his best pair of pants. He did however skip the tie. Before going down to breakfast he
checked one more time that the velvet pouch was safely in his pocket.
His early appearance at the kitchen table, and the way he was dressed alerted his
Mother that something was up.
"Jeff, what type of mischief are you up today?" asked his mom.
Tired of his mothers constant surveillance, Jeff stretched the truth only a little when he
told his mother that he had a job interview at the big USDA building after school. He
had already talked to some people there. His biology teacher had made the
introductions. Jeff had done extremely well in his class and Jeff had made known his
interest in the field. The teacher had once worked at the facility and knew that they
were in need of bright, hardworking people. Jeff could fill a technician job in one of the
labs. The teacher found it a rewarding task to help his best student find employment in
his field. Unbeknownst to Jeff his former teacher had been told that a job offer was
being held for Jeff. All it lacked was Jeff's successful graduation.
The little white lie satisfied his mother's curiosity. However, when Jeff asked politely if
he could have a cup of coffee this morning, he was told rather strongly, that beverage
was reserved for adults. Oh and by the way don't forget to discuss the job with his
father, his father would 'help' him make such an important decision. Jeff's resentment
level rose exponentially. He had made the most important commitment of a lifetime last
night and his mother was upset about not discussing a JOB with his dad? Why couldn't
he talk with his parents? He was worn out being talked at, not with. He put his hand on
the small lump that the velvet pouch made in his pocket and drew strength from it. He
ate his breakfast in silence, ignoring his younger brothers and sister. His father had left
for work earlier.
Jeff took his dishes to the sink, rinsed them and placed them in his parents new
dishwasher. He then left his former home with a simple statement, "I won't be here for
dinner."
At Mary's house things were more troubled. Last night after Mary had phoned Jeff her
parents had argued. Not that they had disagreements over the inappropriateness of the
young couples behavior. Mary's mother maintained that her daughter was a baby, ill
suited to be exposed to 'THAT' aspect of life or to maintain herself against the
onslaught of male aggression. Her father's concern was her defiance of his god given
authority; furthermore, no self-respecting girl would put herself in a situation where her
virtue was in jeopardy. What the parents missed was that God, or Nature if you prefer,
had been preparing their daughter's body and emotions for this event for the past five
years.
Mary's getting ready for school was simpler than most of her contemporaries. Her
school required that she wear a uniform. Hers consisted of a white long sleeved blouse
and a maroon jumper. Thus, Mary was spared the effort of deciding what to wear. Mary
came to the breakfast table in a joyful mood. In her mind, the minor incident with her
father was overshadowed by her feelings for Jeff.
It was her mother who shattered the mood, "Just what foul things were you two up to
last night in that car?" Then without a pause to let her daughter answer, continued, "Do
you think your father and I were born yesterday? You are still a little girl. You need to
preserve your innocence."
Her father then continued as soon as his wife stopped, "While I like your Jeff he is still a
boy. And I was once one myself. Let me tell you he has only one thing on his mind. If
you give him what he is demanding, he will drop you like a hot potato. On top of which
your body is not mature enough to withstand that type of assault. And one more thing
while we are talking, you will not sass me again like you did last night or I will turn you
over my knee and tan your hide!"
Mary was about to say something in Jeff's defense; however, she was stopped by her
mother's command, "No back talk, eat your breakfast".
Not willing to let well enough alone, her father continued, "Considering this is a first
offense, and I do like your boyfriend, he at least was respectful last night, you may
continue to see him. But when he brings you home he must immediately bring you to
the door. You have one minute to say your good nights, either your mother or I will be
watching. He may kiss you. Your arms are to remain at your sides and you must keep
your lips closed."
Mary's emotions were in a turmoil. The insults to her she could handle. But the things
that were being implied about her mate were on the very edge of her ability to restrain
from answering. What finally tipped the scale in favor of silence was her own self-
respect. She would not reduce herself to a quivering child. Mary picked up a piece of
dry toast and proceeded to eat it in silence.
Smokey, was confused at the antics of his humans. His new pack leader was missing.
His mistress was happy earlier but now seemed upset. His old pack leader was making
unpleasant sounds. Smokey had almost intervened once when the old one made some
especially ugly sounds at his mistress. Smokey had refrained from acting. The old
leader did not realize that a move in the direction of his daughter would have resulted in
his throat being ripped open.
Jeff arrived at Mary's residence, parked his car and approached her door. He always
gave his love the courtesy of coming to her door and escorting her to the car. It was a
little thing, but it was a way of demonstrating that he realized that she was not at his
beck and call.
At the sound of Jeff's knock, Mary stood, picked up her books, then said over her
shoulder, "Jeff is taking me to school this morning."
It was a simple declarative sentence - a statement of fact, with no indication of a
request for permission.
With Mary at his side Jeff drove off in the direction of Mary's school. The route took him
past the supermarket where he had been working. He even had been able to save
some money. Entering the lot, he stopped the car. Turning to Mary, he brought out the
velvet pouch and clumsily removed the contents. Addressing her he said, "Mary, these
rings were once my grandmother's, and if you haven't changed your mind, will you wear
one as a token of our love?" Jeff had been rehearsing this speech since early this
morning.
"Jeff, my love, I will not only wear one but both if you will permit it."
Jeff managed to get first the plain gold wedding band on Mary's left ring finger. He
hesitated with his fingers holding the ring. Aren't I supposed to say something when I
am doing this?"
"Jeff , only say it, if you mean it for real. When I said yes, I meant it is forever, no
reservations."
Jeff was stung by Mary's words. The hurt of her question readily apparent on his
features. In a very troubled voice he said, "Mary! Give me the words first, then we can
make up!"
Mary began with "Jeff don't let a nervous bride spoil this moment," she then prompted
Jeff with the phrase that every girl dreams of from the fourth grade on. "Repeat after
me; With this ring I do thee wed."
The gods who inspire poets must have been whispering in Jeff's ear at the moment.
"Mary, I love and cherish you above all others. This ring is but a small thing before what
I feel for you. Wear it to keep me close to your heart. For with this ring I do thee wed
for all eternity and with no reservations."
"Jeff, this ring is now part of me, like my husband, who just said the most wondrous
thing I have ever heard."
Mary began to cry tears of happiness, "Love, sniff, I never doubted you, my fear, sniff,
was that I was not worthy of such, sniff, emotion. You have never, sniff, pressured me
to 'prove my love'. Now I want to experience our love completely."
"Mary, I have waited, and will continue to wait for you to be ready. I have been afraid to
ask. I was scared that you would be offended that I desired your body. We have talked
of how many little feet we want in a family. Studying biology has indicated to me that
here is a very enjoyable way of starting them. And Mary I am dying to start. I just think
we have to practice a lot so that we can be sure we are doing it right."
The couple would have liked to continue down that path right then and there but reality
reared its ugly head in the form of the manager of the store pulling into the lot.
"My love, if we don't hurry I will be getting you to school late." said Jeff.
"Luv, hurry up and put the other ring on my finger." sniffled Mary. "I want to wear it for a
few minutes. I will have to take it off before the nuns see it. They would try to confiscate
it. Remember we have a no jewelry rule at my school. Do you still have the first aid kit
under your seat?"
"Yea, but I think it is on your side," he replied. "What do you need it for?"
"Luv, can I borrow a band aid? I am going to hide my wedding ring. Now that it's on my
finger, nobody is going to try to make me take it off."
"Mary, take what you need, and please, stop asking to borrow what is already yours."
The last remark gave Jeff pleasure, it felt good when he could do small things for his
mate. Mary delved under the seat and retrieved the kit. She was now giggling. "I guess
we now have our first household item? A first aid kit? I was kinda hoping for satin
sheets, or maybe just a bed with some privacy."
Jeff drove the remaining distance to Mary's school. The couple comfortable in their
actions, spent the time in silence enjoying the new found unity. At the entrance to
Mary's school Jeff pulled to the curb. He got out and came around to open his wife's
door. On the sidewalk Mary removed the ruby ring and asked Jeff to keep it safe for
her. She would wear it whenever she could safely do it. As they parted Jeff leaned into
Mary and lightly kissed her. The kiss was much like the peck his father placed on his
mother before his dad left for work, a sign of affection not an attempt to cause arousal.
This heinous transgression of school discipline was duly noted by the entrance monitor,
a novice nun who was still under the impression that those who were celibate held the
high moral ground.
Jeff watched Mary enter the building then left for his school. Jeff felt ten feet tall. His
other half was pleased by his offerings. They had set a common course and the ship
had left the harbor. The rest of his day was unremarkable.
For Mary things were not progressing nearly as smoothly; first her parents harangue,
now the school disciplinarian was lecturing her on the disgrace she had brought to her
uniform. This morning, her public actions had not only shown flagrant disregard for
God's law but had set a poor example for her sisters. Where was this crone coming
from? Was she so death dumb and blind, she did not know two of her stalwart students,
who were seniors, had not only gone all the way with several members of the football
team but, they wore their "loss of virtue" like a school letter? Unfortunately, the crone
noticed the cloud of uncertainty cross Mary's face. The nun took the look as an act of
defiance.
"Mary, you have been a good student up to now; however, that will not save you. Your
penance is going to be: No attendance to your junior prom, and a one thousand word
essay on chastity and its importance to young ladies. You will read your essay to the
assembled girls after next Tuesday's Mass."
To further her humiliation, Mary was sent to the schools Religious Guidance Councilor
for a guidance session. Mary had not yet met the new priest who took over the position
last September.
The new priest for he was a NEW priest, having been ordained the previous May, was
not what Mary expected. Father Timothy was a man in his late 50s. He came to the
priesthood from a successful law practice. He had been married to his childhood
sweetheart, Katharine, for almost 37 years when the Lord had called her home after a
long illness. Although both had wanted children they were never blessed with them.
And the Lord knew it wasn't for the lack of trying. The bishop had 'parked' him at the
school so that would have him available to solve legal problems for the diocese. This
somewhat irked Father Tim for he had become a priest to minister to the faithful and
help them lead a righteous life. He had already filed enough briefs for a lifetime. Father
Tim had wanted to get into marriage counseling. He thought that his successful
marriage gave him a fresh perspective. In the last seven months he could not say he
helped anyone other than the church's coffers. And now he had to counsel another of
Mother Superior's miscreants.
The counseling session was scheduled for the last period of the day. He thought, why
do the good sisters have to play these head games with the students? Keep them in
suspense all day just to create some anxiety. Father Tim picked up the folder with the
student's record and began to read. Miss Mary Susan 'Smith', a junior (class of '60),
Baptized Saint Raymond Parish, 1942. First Communion, St. Ray's 1950, Confirmed,
Bishop McCarthy again at St. Ray's 1953, The more he read the more he wondered
what sudden turn of events had led this child astray. There was nothing in her file
except reports of exemplary conduct. He took a quick look at her grades, First honors
every grading period since she started high school. Well, Father Tim thought, let's see
what Mother Superior thinks she did wrong.
A kiss while in uniform? And in front of the school to boot! Must have been some kiss to
cause all this fuss! Father Tim reminisced for a moment of kisses he and his wife had
exchanged. He even dreamt of where some of those kisses led. Down Boy! That was in
the past. Then he prayed to his personal Saint, Thank you, Katharine, for all the good
times. Please put in a good word for me with Him. Katharine, help me to help this young
woman.
At the appointed hour Mary knocked on the door of the Religious Guidance Councilor.
Father Tim opened his door to admit, a trepidatius young lady. Father Tim closed the
door and gestured to the chair in front of his desk. He told Mary to relax he didn't
consume young ladies for dinner.
"Tell me child, why you are here. Your version - I already have seen Mother's."
Mary had been thinking all day for a safe answer to that question, while suffering the
taunts of her classmates, which ranged from several of the younger girls chanting "Mary
has a boyfriend", to a comment by one of the self-righteous senior girls saying that,
"Only a slut would do something like that in front school." In the end she decided that an
honest answer was probably the best. Mary swallowed her fear and began.
"Father, my hu....er, bo....er, Jeff drove me to school this morning. When he opened my
door and I got out, he kissed me. All he was doing was to wish me a good day and to
say he loved me. He doesn't attend school here, so he wasn't aware of the no-displays-
of-affection-while-in-uniform rule. It is my fault for not stopping him."
Father Tim's extensive courtroom experience dealing with reluctant witnesses told him
that there was more to the story than was being told. One of the techniques he often
employed was the 'pregnant silence'. He played that card now, by saying, "Humm" then
reverting to silence.
Mary felt that she was under the glare of an extremely bright spotlight. She started to
fidget, worrying at the band-aid on her left hand. Father Tim's attention was drawn to
Mary's repeated touching of her hand. Then the picture of his wife laying on a hospital
bed touching a bandage-covered wedding ring sprang to his consciousness. The staff
had secured his wife's ring with strips of tape to prevent its loss.
Father Tim broke his own silence. "Child, there is a ring under that band-aid, isn't
there?" Then very quietly, "A wedding ring."
"Mary, before you answer," Father Tim then picked up his breviary and removed a
purple stole that he always kept handy. He kissed the center portion and placed it
around his neck.
"Mary, I am not asking you to confess anything. Remember how sacred the seal of the
confessional is. I cannot ever reveal anything you say."
Mary's reserve broke; she began crying for the umteenth time that day. "Father you
can't have it, I won't take it off!"
"No need to cry child, of course it's yours. I would not dream of asking you to remove it."
Then Father Tim thought to himself, Mother Teresa, you have out done yourself this
time! I am willing to bet the house and the farm, that the boy who gave it to her is the
same one who kissed her this morning.
"Mary, will you please show it to me?"
"But Father, then I won't have anything to cover it with. And if one of the sisters sees
they will try to confiscate it."
"Mary, we will think of something. I promise that they won't do anything of the kind."
Mary removed the bandage and held her hand forward for the priest to examine the
ring. Father Tim came around his desk and sat on his haunches beside Mary. He took
one look at the ring and said, "That's a beautiful ring. The young gentleman from this
morning, Jeff I believe you said his name was, gave it to you, right?"
"Yes he did and he also gave me an engagement ring. That he is holding for the time
being."
"Mary, tell me about Jeff. When did you meet him? What is he like? Since he doesn't
go to school here I take it he is not a Catholic."
"But Father he is! His parents were at one time. They have raised him mostly in the
Faith."
"Mostly?" queried the priest. Damn it, stop pushing he thought. (Timothy you are
supposed to be helping her not playing prosecuting attorney!) (Sorry, Katharine, I'll try
harder, Tell Him I didn't mean that curse word.)
"Father, Jeff went to CCD classes up to high school. He has received communion and
has been Confirmed," reported Mary.
"Father, there is something that he did but doesn't tell many people about. Just after we
first were introduced, Jeff's father was injured in an accident and couldn't work for six
months. Jeff supported his parents during that time. He is the one who put food on the
table and kept the house warm. Father, it was a long half year. He still found time for
me. He didn't have any money to spend on a date so we would take his little sister to
the park and sit and talk while she played."
"The way you describe him he is an outstanding young man. But that doesn't tell me
how or why you are wearing a wedding ring. Or is it simply a misplaced friendship ring?"
asked Father Tim.
"No!!!! It's a wedding ring. We made our vows to each other." exclaimed Mary.
"Child, (careful Timothy) were the words real or is he just trying to obtain your prize?"
(Oh, Timothy, do I have to get Him to intervene? Get your mind out of the gutter!)
Father Tim continued, "Or have you been holding out waiting for a ring as prepayment
for services to be rendered?" (Timothy, don't be so crass!) (Sorry Katharine, but the
question need asking.)
Mary spoke, "Bless me Father for I have sinned, It has been, Oh! about three days
since my last confession. I have led Jeff into sin. I have put his hands on me in some
'wrong places' I begged him to do more. He has been reluctant. It has been at my
insistence that things are where they are at. He told me that he trusts me and is willing
to wait."
"Mary, are you asking for absolution? For what, the touching, the kiss, or your feelings?
For me there are critical differences." (Getting better Timothy)(Katharine! please give
me a chance) "This morning's kiss was 'chaste'. Your desire is yours and not a matter
for confession. The touching is a different matter." (Keep going Timothy, you are on a
roll)(Please, Katharine give me a chance I have priestly duties here.)(Well if you are
going to invoke that, I'll take my advise elsewhere. I might even go speak to Him about
the way you are behaving!)(OK, OK let me think for a moment)
Father Tim then put on his best lawyer cap and began thinking. (Go get 'em, Timothy)
"Mary was it your intent to arouse yourself or Jeff?" (Doh, Timothy ask her a question
she can answer and keep her dignity)
"Father all I know is I love Jeff and want to be connected to him as closely as possible"
was Mary's response.
"I suppose, that since you didn't intend to break God's laws, we can call it a minor
transgression." (Not good, but getting better, Timothy. Just what did you think He built in
all those hormones for?)
Father Tim then finished the ritual by saying the words of absolution. He then took off
the stole and said to Mary, "I would like to meet your betrothed. Can you ask him to
bring you to the rectory tonight or tomorrow night?"
"Yes he will! What time Father?" replied Mary.
"Whoa, hold on; don't go making commitments for him until you ask."(Now, Timothy you
know that isn't the way things work in real life) (Well, Katharine, maybe it should!)
Father Tim told Mary that anytime between seven and nine o'clock would be fine. Then
he inquired if she would have any difficulties with her parents letting them go out on a
school night. Mary related that it might be a problem for her but Jeff's parents usually
didn't expect him home until after work at the supermarket. Father Tim suggested that
he send a note home with her, saying that she had a special project to work on and he
would be helping her with it.
"Mary, that is the absolute truth. Remember your essay." (Very good Timothy! Priestly
duties and helping her in one thought)
Father Tim took out some school stationary and composed a short note to Mary's
parents. He folded it and placed it in an unsealed envelope, which he handed to her.
The priest then suggested that they figure a way to keep her secret from Mother
Superior. What they came up with would at least get Mary out of the building. Father
Tim gave Mary his handkerchief, the corner of which she wound around her finger
obscuring her ring. The remainder she bunched up and dabbed at her tears.
As Father Tim escorted her to the exit he said, "Mary, one more thing before you go.
Please remember in the eyes of God you are not quite married yet. So keep the heavy
stuff at bay for now, please."(Katherine, I know you were going to say something save it
for a few minutes)
Back in the Guidance office Father Tim sat in moody silence. (Katharine, ok to talk
now.) (Timothy I know what your thinking. Yes, she is so much like the daughter we
could never have. We could adopt her you know.) (Good idea Katharine, we may even
wind up with a couple of grandchildren as extras)
As Mary rode public transportation home she contemplated ways to hide her ring from
her mother until she could get to the medicine cabinet and retrieve a band-aid. The best
solution she could come up with was continue using the handkerchief, then make a
quick bolt for the bathroom. Her dilemma was solved when Smokey came bounding
down the sidewalk to greet her. She reached deep in the fur that surrounded his neck
and grasped his collar. Her hand was almost covered to the wrist. All she had to do was
to hang on until she could get the band-aid.
Mary walked nonchalantly into her parents' kitchen. She was so embrazoned by her
ruse that she lingered long enough to put down her books and hand her mother Father
Tim's note. While her mother was reading the note Mary released her pup and slipped
quietly down the hall and into the bathroom. Mary then went to her room, removed her
school jumper and donned a long pleated skirt. The changing of one item of clothing
completely transformed Mary. No longer was she a mousey school girl but a vibrant
young woman ready to take on the world.
Returning to the kitchen Mary was surprised and pleased to find Jeff and her mother
talking.
Her mother spoke first, "Oh there you are Mary. Jeff stopped by to drop off the book
you forgot in his car this morning."
Jeff moved to Mary's side and brushed his lips on her forehead, then said, "Hi, Honey.
How was your day?"
"Busy to say the least, Luv" began Mary.
She was interrupted by Mary's mother's loud throat clearing. Followed by, "A little less
familiarity, you two."
Having given the couple sufficient direction, Mary's mother went back to the livingroom
to watch her afternoon drama.
Mary and Jeff seated themselves on opposite sides of the kitchen table. "Big trouble at
school," whispered Mary.
Jeff first thought was that the nuns had stolen Mary's ring. He looked, seeing the band-
aid he released a sigh of relief. Mary noticed his look and heard his sigh. "No they didn't
see the ring. But they saw the kiss you gave me out front this morning."
Jeff looked perplexed so Mary explained the 'no-signs-of-affection-while-in-uniform'
rule. Then Mary related the episode with Mother Superior. She finished by telling him
they had a meeting tonight with Father Tim.
"What about?" said Jeff inclining his head in the direction of the living room.
"Jeff, you'll like Father Tim", said Mary in a voice loud enough to be heard by her
mother. Then even more loudly, "Mom, I asked Jeff to drive me over to Saint Luke's for
my project meeting with Father Tim."
"You are just going to the rectory then coming straight back here, correct?" replied her
mother.
"Yes! Mom, straight over and straight back."
"Ok with me then. But ask your father when he comes in."
Mary and Jeff quietly made plans to meet at the rectory if her father insisted on driving
her. When they had finished, they sneaked a quick kiss. Jeff left after saying goodbye
to the other Mrs. 'Smith'. He had been hoping to take Mary out to eat at the local
hangout, but what he got was even better, some private time in the car with Mary on the
longish drive to St. Luke's. Jeff went by himself to the subshop. There he met his and
his wife's best friends, Terry and Patricia. Pat and Terry were the couple who had
introduced him and Mary. They started to tease Jeff about getting Mary in 'trouble'.
Jeff said, "You mean the kiss this morning?"
They kept at it stressing 'trouble'. When Jeff finally caught the double entendre he
became upset.
"You two should know us better than that! I would not do that to Mary unless we're
married", retorted Jeff with a secret smile to himself at his hidden meaning.
Pat gave him a fleeting tight smile. When Terry persisted in making innuendoes, Pat put
her hand on her boyfriend's arm and gave him one of those womanly looks that said
drop it now, or else! Terry being an intelligent young man caught the message and
promptly changed the subject. They talked for a while then Jeff excused himself telling
the pair that he had to take Mary over to St. Luke's to meet Father Tim.
"Guess it has something to do with this morning" concluded Jeff. He was correct. Only
he was wrong about what part of the morning that Father Tim wanted to discuss.
When Mary's dad arrived home she asked him about the trip to Saint Luke's. He was
willing to let Jeff drive her under the same conditions her mother had set. At the dinner
table her father repeated the 'one-minute'-for-good-nights rule and reinforced the
'straight over - straight back' dictum.
Jeff knocked on Mary's parent's door for the third time that day. Mary's dad opened the
door. Seeing it was Jeff he turned and called out, "Mary it's Jeff to take you to your
meeting" then turning to Jeff he said, "over and back-nowhere else, understood?"
The young man was astonished by the curtness of the greeting but simply replied, "Yes,
sir."
Mary came out the door carrying a notebook. No sooner had they exited Mary's street
when Mary snuggled closer to her husband.
"Luv, do you have the big ring with you"
Jeff nodded in agreement. Mary tore the band-aid from her finger. Waving a fresh one
in the air she said, "I brought a spare. Can I please have our ring?"
"Our?"
"Yes silly it's our symbol of love."
"Is it safe? Won't this Father Tim notice it?"
A somber Mary said, "He already knows. Forgive me for not telling you before. I couldn't
risk saying anything back there. The rings are why I think he wants to meet you."
Mary felt her mate tense at her last words. She thought to herself, I wonder if this is
what Father Tim was talking about when he spoke of "asking first."
"Luv, he helped me hide my wedding ring from the nuns this afternoon. I don't think he
is set to burn us at the stake."
At Mary's last statement Jeff relaxed somewhat. If his soulmate was comfortable with
this meeting, he would endure it to please her.
Jeff told Mary about the teasing he took from Terry and Patricia. He said that he wanted
to tell them everything but wanted to let Mary have the pleasure. "Mary, I don't think
they meant anything by it. I know Terry too well to believe that would say anything to
harm your reputation."
They rang the door bell of the rectory. The housekeeper gave them a cheery greeting
remarking that they must be the young couple Father Tim is expecting. She showed
them into the parlor and told them that Father would be with them shortly. The
housekeeper left to fetch Father.
When Father Tim was informed his guests had arrived, his Katharine started chattering
in his mind. Come on, Timothy, hurry up! She's here! I can't wait to meet our future son-
in-law.
Mary and Jeff stood as Father Tim approached them. Father Tim said, "So glad you
could make it," as he hugged Mary and shook Jeff's hand. "I would like to talk to both of
you together, but first, Jeff, may I speak to Mary privately?" (Timothy, what are you up
to?)(Priestly duties, Katharine)
The respect that Father Tim was affording him astonished Jeff. He focused his attention
on Mary and with a slight widening of his eyes and an almost invisible shrug
communicated to his partner 'your choice and ok with me'. Mary's lips turned up at the
corners replying 'Thank you". The body-language discussion was not lost on the priest.
Father Tim said, "We'll be but a moment, Jeff. Make yourself comfortable." as he led
Mary into his office. Closing the door he continued, "Mary, I consider everything you told
me this afternoon to be covered by the seal of the confessional. That presents a
problem for me. I can't use anything I learned then. That technically means I shouldn't
have even known you were coming over this evening. Will you please pardon my slip
and give me permission to use what I learned when the three of us talk?"
It was Mary's turn to be amazed. An adult, not only an adult but a priest was asking her
for forgiveness and permission. "Father, I have no secrets from Jeff. I don't think that is
a way to treat your mate. Just don't use the information to hurt him."
(Timothy, You are getting this priestly duties thing down well. I am going to talk with Him
right now about the adoption.) (Thank you Katharine hurry back with the papers.)
Father Tim opened the office door and asked Jeff if he would like to join him and Mary
in the office. Jeff continued to be astonished; again he was being asked instead of
being told. As soon as Jeff came into Mary's field of view her face lit up. Jeff, catching
her expression, darted his eyes in the direction of Father Tim then narrowed them
slightly. Mary replied with the slight raising of one corner of her mouth. If one was not as
practiced in observing people as Father Tim, Esq. was, the second silent conversation
would have been completely missed. (Translation: I love you, everything is ok. What
about him? Good guy, tell you later) (Katherine, how long did it take us to be able to do
that?)(Timothy, I was busy talking with Him. It's official she is our godchild. Timothy, He
stressed we had to watch out for her spiritual as well as her temporal needs. As for the
mind reading it took us a year or so.)(Katharine, what are you not telling me?) (He said,
'Remind Tim that I built into her certain things on purpose.)(Katherine, she is truly in
love with this young man. Let's find out more.)
It was Mary who actually started the conversation, "Father, this is our engagement ring
that I told you Jeff was holding for me." Mary held up her hand to display the ring.
"Mary I noticed it when you came in. Jeff, is it an heirloom?"
"Yes, Father, it is. It was my Grandmother's; now it is Mary's."
"No, Luv, it is ours! I wear it as a symbol of our love. Jeff, my silly husband, like with the
band-aids it's yours too. My wedding ring is another story. That is my commitment to
you."
(Katharine?, Katharine where are you? I need help here!)
"Jeff do you realize just how much trouble you have gotten Mary into with that kiss this
morning?"
Jeff had been expecting a big lecture and argument about the rings and being too
young et cetera . He started to answer but was interrupted by Father Tim continuing.
"You could have at least made it worth her while."
Jeff did a double take at this latest pronouncement from the good Father.
Father Tim chuckled, "Jeff, You came in here with the look of a man being led to the
gallows. I said that to get you to loosen up a little. The good, well, lets just say 'The
Nuns' would have a fit if they ever find out that I said it, but there is truth in that. There
is nothing wrong in giving your fiancee a good solid kiss." (Katharine, Where are you?)
(Timothy, I am here. You are doing just fine, keep up the good work.) (But Katharine, I
think they just did it again!)(Yes, they did dear.)
During the next hour Father Tim used his skills as investigator to test the couple's intent
and understanding of what they were getting themselves into.
Father Tim, kept coming back to test their commitment. He explained that sometimes
life throws some very difficult situations at a married couple. He was convinced in that
time that his adopted daughter had found herself an excellent partner. The only
difficulty he had with the pair was their insistence that they were already married. The
closest he came to lecturing them was to beg them not to consummate their 'marriage'
until they had married according to The Church's teachings. Father Tim told them he
understood the difficulty in that. Adding that he had some first hand knowledge in the
subject. He related that he and his Katharine became engaged at Christmas time of
their senior year of high school. Their marriage took place the day following their
graduation, he and his now Saint Katharine's union had flourished for 37 years. It would
still be flourishing except God had made other plans for each of them. So he asked Jeff
and Mary to try and strike a balance between frustrating each other and jumping the
gun. He asked how their parents reacted to the way they behaved toward one another.
Father Tim was concerned that the couple never had dinner with either set of parents.
Mary told Father that she had never been allowed to eat at a friend's house or have one
of her playmates over for dinner. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and said that social
matters were Mary's responsibility. Father Tim had a laugh at that telling Jeff he was a
quick study and not to worry it only gets worse from here on out. Father Tim suggested
that Mary try to have Jeff over soon so her parents could see how well they
complimented each other. And more important so they could see how much they were
in love. "My children if anybody knows anything about people they can see how deeply
you care for one another."
At the end Father Tim did something unusual, he said "The pastoral session is now
over. A short social meeting perhaps?"
Father continued, "The pastor here, Father Stanisclaus, visits his sister and her children
every Sunday that leaves me to have Sunday dinner by myself. Mary, would you and
your intended care to have dinner with me occasionally, please?"
Mary looked to her husband, with a droop in his eyelids he indicated it was fine with
him. Mary said that they would be happy to dine with him on Sundays.
Father Tim then took out two of his calling cards. On the back of each he wrote the
phone number of the rectory and his private line at Mary's school. He told them that the
number on the front was the diocese's legal department. He told them to call him
anytime, stressing the anytime, if he could be of any assistance, even if it was a
shoulder to cry on.
On the way home Mary and Jeff discussed what Father had told them. They decided
that Mary would attempt to have Jeff over for dinner Wednesday. For the time being
Mary would take the public transportation to school. And Mary would fill in Patricia what
was happening. Pat was to be told to bring Terry up to date but no one else. By silent
agreement the subject of Friday's submarine races was not brought up. Mary for her
part was feeling a growing need to affirm their bond. Jeff desired Mary to his very core,
but it was her decision. He thought any pressure on his part would harm their sense of
mutual trust. When they were stopped by the next traffic light they kissed and clung
desperately to one another. The process was repeated each time they stopped. These
stolen moments enabled them to abide by the 'one minute rule' when Jeff walked Mary
to her door.
Tuesday morning Mary informed her parents that she and Jeff were to have Sunday
dinner at St. Luke's with father Tim. Then she asked if it was possible for Jeff to come
to dinner Wednesday evening. Mary was reminded that dinner in this house was for
family only; outsiders were not welcome. Anyway, Jeff should be having dinner with his
own family.
Mary left for school in a somber mood. She met Pat in the hallway after homeroom. She
told her friend that they had to talk at lunch. The tone of voice that Mary had used
caused Pat to fret all morning. Pat was afraid that Mary was upset with her and Terry
for teasing Jeff last night. By lunch time when the two women met their moods were
reversed. Pat was awaiting her execution and Mary was gleefully wanting to share her
secret with her best woman friend. As soon as grace had been said Mary produced a
band-aid. She handed it to Pat and said "I need help with putting that on. Open it up
and get it ready to put on my left hand."
Pat was thoroughly confused but complied with the request. Mary had her hands under
the table. She surreptitiously removed the band-aid hiding her ring. Bringing her left
hand out she said, "quickly, on my ring finger over the ring".
Pat took one look and began giggling. Mary had to prod her to get the band-aid put into
place. Pat started out with, "That's a wedding ring!"
Mary smiled and nodded in response. Pat wanted to know all the details. Mary related
about their little 'do-it-yourself project.'
Pat broke in with, "You mean you two have done IT?"
Mary's smile faded when she replied, "No, not yet, no opportunity"
Mary then related their meeting with Father Tim and what had occurred this morning
over breakfast, she concluded with, "I wish Father Tim was my father instead of what I
have."
Then Mary cautioned Pat that what she had just been told was for hers and Terry's ears
only. The women were prevented from more talk when the bell signaling the end of
lunch period rang.
After school the young ladies had no chance to continue as they were put onto different
busses for their trip home. Mary got off the bus and was greeted by Smokey. They
walked to the house. When she came in the door Mary discovered her mother
engrossed in her afternoon television shows. Mary went to her room and changed out
of her uniform. She thought to herself, if I make the dinner I could try again to see if
they will let me have Jeff over tomorrow. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge
to see what she had to work with. Mary found a whole chicken and a package of ground
beef. She thought the chicken is large enough to feed four I'll leave that for tomorrow.
I'll make a meat loaf with the ground beef. With that Mary added the seasonings and
bread crumbs to the beef and mixed it, put it into a loaf pan. She placed it in the oven
and turned it on. She decided that she could wash some potatoes and put them in the
oven to bake with the meat loaf. She retrieved a can of corn from the pantry and set it
aside for heating just before dinner was served.
Mary was just finishing the preparations when her mother darted into the kitchen and
stopped short.
Her mother exclaimed, "Good! You got something started. I was tied up in there and I
forgot the time."
"That's ok, Mom, I know that Tuesday is your night to cook but I had the time with Jeff
at work and all. I thought that I would do something nice for my mom and dad." (hint!
hint!)
"Well since you have this under control, I might as well clean up and get dressed for the
Altar and Rosary Society meeting tonight. Your father will take me over when he goes
to his Holy Name Society meeting."
Mary began setting the table as her mother went to her room and started her preening.
Her father arrived just as Mary finished putting the vegetable on the burner to heat.
The three sat down and consumed the meal in virtual silence. Her dad finished his food
and looking at his wife said, "That was a nice change dear, I do love your meat loaf. Its
much better than your usual hamburger casserole."
Without skipping a beat Mary's mother replied, "Thank you dear, I'm glad you liked it."
Mary saw what she thought might be an opening and began, "Dad, could we make an
exception and have Jeff over for dinner tomorrow, Please?"
Her dad scowled at the request and said, "I thought that we settled that this morning.
The answer is still NO! Now why don't you clean up the dishes so your mother and I
can get going to our meetings."
Her parents gathered their things and promptly left for the parish. Mary complied with
her dads 'request', cleaning the table and putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
Mary killed the next two hours by doing homework and tidying her room. She knew her
partner would call as soon as he got to his parents home. He usually finished work at
the supermarket at 9:00 o'clock. After this afternoon's and evening's disaster she had
reached the same conclusion as Jeff. She and Jeff simply resided in their parents'
home, they themselves were homeless; until they could, together, establish one of their
own. When Jeff called, Mary seized the helm of their ship, then on the telegraph rang-
up flank speed.
"Jeff, could we get an early start on Friday, If you can pick me up around 5:00 I'll treat
you to dinner at the Arches. Then if you are willing, we will find someplace to put paid to
our promises."
Jeff could not resist teasing his mate. "I don't think so. Remember it will be Friday. You
know how I hate fish, and they have the worst fish I never ate at the Arches."
Jeff heard the sound of utter despair in Mary's sigh in response.
"Love of my life, Could I have the pleasure to taking you to dinner at The Harbor
Ballroom," naming the most elegant eatery in the area.
"Luv, can we afford it?"
"For this special night, it is a must. It will be our wedding reception" added Jeff.
They continued to make plans for their first formal dinner. They bemoaned the fact that
they wouldn't be seeing each other the rest of the week because of school and work
schedules. They ended the conversation with promises of undying love.
At breakfast the next morning Mary announced that Jeff was taking her out Friday night
for an evening of dinning and dancing at The Harbor Ballroom. Mary's mother
immediately began ouing, ahing and making suggestions about how to dress for the
occasion. Mary was relieved when she got out of the house and on her way to school.
At lunch she and Pat exchanged knowing smiles when they talked of Mary's upcoming
formal dinner.
Later in the day Mary stopped by Father Tim's office and told him about the lack of
success in having Jeff over for dinner. Then she told him about some of the plans for
Friday night.
The rest of Wednesday and Thursday passed quickly for the couple.
When Mary arrived home from school Friday afternoon her mother began fussing over
her. Her daughter's first dinner date was a milestone for her. Her young daughter was
taking her first little steps in the dating game. Her suitor was beginning to show the first
real signs of true appreciation. All that 'steady' thing was just teenagers playing at being
grown up.
"Mary hurry up and take a shower and wash your hair. We'll set it. I have some hair
spray to keep it in place. For make up we'll..."
At this point Mary simply shut down and let her mother fuss on. While her mother
blathered, Mary considered the ring problem. How was she going to keep the ring
hidden during this process? Mary's problem was solved when her subconscious
warning bells suddenly went off. "Mom, what did you just say?"
"Jeff gave you a friendship ring the other day, didn't he? That's what you are hiding
under that band-aid."
Mary was scared and it showed on her features. She was at a loss for words. If her
mother only knew!
Her mother continued, "I think you are a little young for such gifts; however, if I don't
actually see it I won't have to tell you to return it. Just don't let your father see it. That
shouldn't present much of a problem; you would have to hold it under his nose then
point to it before he would realize that it was there."
Mary was too stunned to argue. She let her mother prepare her for her dinner
engagement.
Jeff came to Mary's door and knocked. When the door was opened he was greeted by
Mary's father. He told the young man that he thought that taking his daughter to a fancy
restaurant was a little too advanced for the couple, the malt shop was more in line with
what was appropriate. He added "Remember that suit and tie doesn't make you an
adult just because you look like one."
Jeff was spared further lecturing when Mary and her mother arrived. He had never seen
his love look so stunning. He presented his love with the bouquet of flowers that he
bought that afternoon. The couple left for the restaurant after being reminded of the
curfew and the 'one minute rule'.
The couple drove to the restaurant. During the drive they nervously reassured the other
that tonight was going to be 'The Night'.
The Maitre de must have noticed Mary's rings for, when he had seated them his
parting words to Jeff were, "You and your lovely wife have a enjoyable repast." This
brought huge smiles to the lovers. Mary ordered shrimp scampi and Jeff avoided both
meat and fish by ordering Fettuccini Alfredo. During the meal the musicians set up and
began playing dance music.
After dinner and a few dances where they reveled in holding each other tightly, they
paid their bill, leaving a generous tip and left the restaurant.
Jeff tried to get a room at a motel. He was dismissed out of hand; the establishment
didn't want to get a reputation of being a 'hot sheet' place. He was told to, "Take your
conquest elsewhere."
The young lovers wound up deep in the local park. I wish I could describe a romantic
overlook on the city, but this is reality, not a fairy tale. It was just a secluded area away
from most traffic. This was the place Jeff had been trying to avoid. A classmate had
been assaulted and his date had unspeakable things done to her at this place. But, he
and his love had nowhere else to go.
They had been parked for only a few minutes, when their world took a sharp turn.
Something shattered Mary's window. At the same time Jeff's door was ripped open. Jeff
was pulled from the car by a thug. Jeff was certainly not a ninety pound weakling, but
surprise took its toll. He found himself lying on the ground staring up at his car's front
fender. There was a commotion around Mary's side of their car. Jeff struggled to his
feet, in doing so his hand found itself on a loose rock. He picked it up. When he
rounded the front of the car he saw two animals ripping at Mary's clothes. At this point
all rational thought escaped Jeff. Shot putting is not that different than rock hurling. And
a rock was an effective weapon as many people would learn years later in the Mideast.
The rock left Jeff's hand and connected to the thug who was tearing at Mary. Jeff
scrambled and found a second rock this one he launched at the assailant who was
restraining his Love. The attacker dropped in a heap as if he had been poleaxed. The
third coward fled with Jeff in hot pursuit. Then even though blood lust was upon him, he
stopped. An even more primitive instinct had taken over. He abandoned his chase and
ran to Mary's side. Her clothing was torn and she was bleeding from glass cuts, she
was moaning. "It hurts, make it stop, arggg it hurts" over and over. What concerned Jeff
the most was that her arm and shoulder were at an odd angle.
Jeff scooped his love into his arms and began to carry her toward his car.
"Stop where you are! Put the woman on the ground!" came the commands from the cop
who had been patrolling the area. He came too late to prevent the attack but he was in
time to attempt preventing the clean up.
Jeff simply looked at the obstacle preventing him from getting help for his beloved.
"Open the back door!" was all Jeff said.
The policeman looked into Jeff's demeanor and saw his own mortality. The man was
unarmed and his arms were busy carrying the injured woman. But, there was certainty
about the man's actions that bespoke that noncompliance would have him joining the
other bodies laying on the ground in agony-if he even survived long enough to be in
agony.
The cop opened the door. Jeff placed Mary on the seat with as much care as he could
muster. He turned to the policeman and said "Thank you, I am taking her to St. Celia's"
naming the closest hospital.
The cop was upset that he was letting this civilian take charge and leave the crime
scene with a victim. In an attempt to reassert himself he hollered at the departing
automobile, "I'll have someone meet you there!" Then almost to himself, "and arrest
you."
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter 6
The next morning was a school morning. Unfortunately Marsha had not planned on switching bedrooms with the kids. Nobody's things were where they should have been when they awoke. The resulting confusion had a beneficial effect, however. It served to hide what could have been awkward moments. Natalie and Roger wound up using the master bath while Marsha was forced to the use common bath. An interesting aspect of this was how the kids used the bathroom. It would have appeared to someone watching that they behaved as though, they had been using the bath together for years. Natalie used the facility first. Before she could climb off the throne Roger came in carrying both his and Natalie's; toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, combs, and Natalie's hair brush.
Natalie stood flushed and asked, "Did you bring towels and underwear?"
"Damn, missed them."
"OK, I'll get them. Your turn. Don't forget to put the seat back down."
Natalie went to the linen closet picked up towels and washcloths for herself and Roger. Then she stuck her head into the bathroom where her mother was showering and cried, "Mom we need clean underwear!"
"Wear your new ones. Grab a pair of briefs for Roger from his dresser, the old ones! I'll be in to get my things in a minute."
Natalie gathered everything and walked back into the bathroom. Roger was just climbing out of the shower. For the first time this morning Roger actually looked at his sister. He suddenly realized he was living one of his fantasies.
"Need help washing your back?" he leered.
Natalie responded, with little thought, "If you do my turn at the dishes for a week, you can even help with my chest."
Before Roger could reply Marsha burst into the room.
"Natalie! None of that! Take your shower, now! Roger, no deal! Now go get dressed.
You," looking at Natalie, "young lady, we'll talk about this later."
The mood broken, both siblings did as they had been instructed.
On her way to the kitchen, Marsha quickly threw on her usual morning uniform. When she arrived, she started to assemble the morning's repast. This was a Thursday, therefore, the menu plan called for hot breakfast. Eggs and meat were in order. Marsha plugged in her newest appliance, an electric skillet. From the refrigerator she chose bacon and scrapple. Marsha put the meat in the skillet. While it was cooking, she broke a half dozen eggs into a bowl, added some cream and whipped the mix into a frothy mass. She removed the heated meat from the skillet and then poured her eggs onto the surface. The grease from the scrapple and bacon would add to the flavor of the eggs. Roger and Natalie didn't like the spicy scrapple but she did. They would have the bacon today.
Roger and Natalie arrived at the same time but their body language screamed 'we are upset.'
With one look at the pair Marsha realized how far her plans had gone astray. Her cheerfulness evaporated leaving a very concerned mother.
"Fess up you two! What did I do wrong?" inquired Marsha.
"You did wrong?" replied Natalie.
"Yea, I....we thought we were the ones who were screwing up," added Roger.
"You mean, what I said in the bathroom a few moments ago?"
The kids nodded their heads in agreement.
Marsha thought for a few seconds before replying. "I think I put the cart before the horse last night. I was so intent on showing you the mechanics, that I missed the lead in and the whys, although I have a feeling that Granddad Irving has been giving Roger some pointers."
"What upset me a few moments ago was the attitudes you were both showing. The things you showed me last night were awe inspiring. The things this morning, upsetting. Roger, your sister IS NOT your personal toy! I thought that you understood that. And for you, Natalie, sex is to important to make deals with."
Marsha glanced at the clock and noticed that is was going to be difficult for the children to catch the school bus. Due to the mess the transportation department had made of the pickup route, Natalie and Roger spent almost an hour on the bus each morning, while only going seven miles as the crow flies. Even so, most days the kids preferred to ride the bus. It gave them time with their friends. Today Marsha suggested that they spend a little more time at breakfast. She would drive them to school.
"I have an idea. If you two would humor your old fuddy duddy mother. Let's pretend you two aren't brother and sister. You met on the school bus at the beginning of the school year. Roger, you think Natalie is cute and has a nice personality. Do you think you can play your part in this game, Roger?"
"The sister part might be tough, but Natalie is a fox so I won't have to pretend there," was his response.
A pleased Marsha continued, "Roger I think is see some of Granddad I's work in that statement. Natalie, you have noticed the new boy, Roger. He seems to be interested in talking to you but is a little shy. You have been hoping that maybe he will ask you for a date. You know, a real date, just the two of you. Do you think you can do that, honey?"
"Where is this date going to take place?" asked Natalie.
"Here, this afternoon. I'll set up the den like a movie theater. We can make the kitchen the malt shop."
A perplexed Natalie said to her mother, "Aren't we a little old to be playing 'make believe'?"
"Natalie, Did you like the outcome of last night, when I asked you to do it for me?"
Natalie's one word, "Yes!", and her thousand word facial expression completely answered Marsha.
"Well then try to trust me for one more day. I think, you will learn a lot and have some fun in the process."
Marsha turned her attention to Roger. "You think you can put up with this 'make believe' stuff?"
"I think I can pull it off as long as no one knows that I'm dating an 'older woman'."
"Good. What I will do is be a stage director. I will feed you direction. You will have to fill in the dialog."
The three of them finished breakfast in comfortable silence. Marsha retrieved her keys and purse from her bedroom. She went to the garage and struggled with the overhead door. She had the door started open when it was pulled out of her hand. When the door was open she was greeted but the sight of a concerned Roger.
"Mom, you need a garage door opener. If you return my 'too small briefs', you could get one from Sears. I could install it, if you would let me use dad's tools."
Marsha felt another gut punch. How was she missing the way her son was growing up? Girls mature faster than boys, right? Marsha realized that she needed to talk to her father-in-law.
Note to readers, Marsha's conversations with Roger's and Natalie's paternal grandfather will be subject of another, much shorter missive.
Roger, without waiting for a response from his mother, walked over and stood behind Natalie. The positioning of the pair said 'we are in line waiting for the school bus'. Marsha started the car and backed up to the kids. Natalie and Roger climbed into the backseat. The two of them were acting like they didn't know each other.
Marsha told Natalie she should start a conversation with the 'new boy'.
"Looks like we've been assigned seats today. Hi, I'm Natalie. I've seen you on the bus. I really haven't been ignoring you but my friend Emile is sooo needy at times. I have to listen to all the details of her latest date. I just wish I was allowed to date. You know, Emile isn't either, but she has been sneaking out. I'm old enough you know, but my mom says that I have to wait until forever!"
Marsha stepped in with, "Natalie, slow down. Give the boy a chance to answer. And the rules have obviously been changed. You can date when you want to. In fact, this afternoon is fine with me."
"Natalie, can we have a date?" asked a very embarrassed Roger.
"Oh, I'm Roger" he added. "We could have something at the malt shop. I hear they have some of that pizza stuff now."
Marsha took the hint. She would have to figure out how to either make or get some of this 'pizza'.
Natalie replied, "That sounds nice."
"The 'school bus' can even drop us off. The parents will never know." was Roger's answer.
Marsha again interrupted, "Don't hide things, either of you! Remember things have changed. I'll listen to you both. I may not agree with everything but I will hear you out."
Marsha was just pulling up to the school when Natalie continued, "Meet you at the 'bus' after school, Roger."
The children got out of the car and entered the school in plenty of time to make it to their home rooms before the bell.
The kids safely delivered to school, Marsha returned home. When she entered she found Harriet at the kitchen table enjoying a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Harriet explained that she saw Marsha leave with the kids and wanted to know if everything was alright.
Marsha simply said, "We were running a little late this morning."
For some reason Marsha was reluctant to discuss with her friend the things that transpired last night. Harriet, oblivious to the reserve, wanted to know everything that occurred the previous evening. Trying to divert Harriet's questions, Marsha suggested that she was wondering if 'Sid Knauer' could be convinced to 'visit' again this morning. Marsha had a very serious problem to discuss with him. It took Harriet only a few seconds to understand Marsha's question. When she realized what her friend was suggesting she broke into a wide grin.
"I think I can get him to make a return visit. However, he told me last night that you had left him with a serious case of 'blue balls'. He was wondering if you could reciprocate the next time."
Marsha thought for a few moments. Many things ran through her mind. She was seriously aroused. Last night when she had jerked off Roger, she had experienced feelings that concerned her. How could she become so intimate with her son? The only thing she could attribute it to was that he was so much like his father. This brought up dark images that she did not wish to view. At the same time it reawakened in her something that had been dormant for years. The episode with 'Sid' yesterday had primed her pump. She knew that she must take care of herself, as well as the kids.
"Harriet, I can try. I am not sure I can 'remember' how to relieve 'Sid'."
"Marsha, how about we try this. 'Sid', will visit you again. After he leaves I'll come back and then you can practice on me. I'll pretend to be you and you can play the 'Sid' part. I am going to go over to my house. Give me 5 minutes then you follow."
Harriet had been thinking of ways to develop the relationship with Marsha. This was a godsend. Some of the things that she had been reading in her magazines suggested that woman on woman sex was so much better than a male using (abusing) his possession. Harriet wasn't sure that the professor quoted in the article was on the right track. But, the episode she had experienced with Marsha had given her such a thrill that she was going to experiment some more. She didn't feel she was being misused by Dennis. At least recently, with the coaching she had been providing he was giving as much as he was getting.
She headed directly into the master bedroom when she got into the house. Opening Dennis's dresser, she picked out a pair of boxer shorts and a "wife-beater" undershirt. Next she picked out a white dress shirt with a button-down collar from his closet. She removed all of her clothes and underwear. Harriet then dressed in Dennis's things. She knew that none of his pants would come close to fitting so dug through her closet and found the single pair of slacks she owned. She had bought them a year or so ago but never had the courage to wear them in public. She completed her transformation into 'Sid' by adding one of Dennis's ties which she tied with a double Windsor knot.
Marsha, for her part in this charade, had dressed herself in a scoop neck cocktail dress which she had covered with her everyday overcoat. When she arrived at Harriet's backdoor she knocked, rather than let herself in as she normally did.
The freshly dressed 'Sid' greeted Marsha at the door with, "Come in, you know I will always make time for my best client. Not that it's a chore mind you!"
"Why, thank you, Sid. That is most gracious of you. I wanted to continue the discussion we started yesterday."
"Let me take your coat" replied 'Sid'.
When 'Sid' saw the dress that Marsha had put on a soft groan of desire escaped her throat. She took her friend's hand and led her to the bedroom. No sooner had they entered the room when Harriet pulled Marsha close and placed her open mouth on Marsha's lips. Marsha somewhat startled slowly opened her mouth to 'Sid's' assault. That was sufficient to embolden Harriet. She grasped Marsha's breast and began to gently massage it. As she did so she reached behind Marsha's back and pulled the zipper on her dress down. Next came the bra. With the many years of experience dealing with her own bra clasps, Harriet made short work of Marsha's. 'Sid' removed her lip lock on Marsha and turned her attention to the exposed bare flesh of Marsha's tits. Ever so lovingly she sucked on the pert nipple of her friend.
After a few moments of this heavenly attention Marsha begged 'Sid', "The other one too, Please!"
Harriet transferred her ministrations to Marsha's other breast, while leading her to the bed. Harriet yanked the bed covers aside and laid Marsha on the sheets. Sitting on the edge of the bed Harriet began loosening 'Sid's' tie with one hand while lightly stroking Marsha's inner thighs. With the tie removed Harriet unbuttoned her shirt.
Marsha was becoming extremely wet in her neither regions. With a lustful voice she begged, "Can I touch you, Harriet?"
Harriet nodded her assent. Marsha reached over to Harriet and slipped her hand under the wife beater. She hefted the globe she found there. Using her thumb, she massaged Harriet's stiff nipple.
"Mmmm, I can feel that all the way down to my pussy" gasped Harriet.
"So can I," was Marsha's response. "Sid, I don't think I can wait for Harriet to return."
With that Marsha let go of the tit she was fondling and ran her hand down Harriet's midriff. When she reached her friends crotch, she rubbed her mound through 'Sid's' pants.
"Marsha, have you ever been kissed down here?", Harriet asked, as she echoed Marsha's actions.
"Yes, my Roger loved to do that for me! He could make me into a quivering mess in just a few minutes of kisses. If you want to try, I would love it. And Harriet, why don't you lose 'Sid' and all his clothes?"
The look that crossed Harriet's countenance told Marsha that she had ventured in an area that troubled Harriet.
"Unless you still want to be a naked 'Sid' that is."
"Could I be?" asked Harriet. I want to experience it from a man's point of view. I kinda like being in charge for a change."
Marsha marveled at Harriet's naivete. She really thought that the man was in charge of sex? Marsha had realized long ago for as strong and masculine as Roger, Sr. was, he catered to her whims when it came to sex. And because she loved him, she was always mindful of his desires but was not subservient.
Last night with the kids was still troubling Marsha. She wanted to give them a good experience. However, she didn't want to brainwash them with the myth that sex and love were interchangeable. Love was about putting the others interests above your own.
It is standing back to back against the world, if each forgot their own survival and protected the other the pair would survive. Sex was about making babies and the continuation of the human race and having fun in the process. Sex was the icing on the cake. On the other side, when you could combine love and sex, both were intensified. With Roger last night the fun part of sex was there but the making babies was definitely not ever going to happen. Then the love end was so unequal as to change the equation entirely. She loved her children but the continuation of the human race demanded that the love they returned was not the self-sacrificing kind demanded of couples. Between the two of them that type of love would be possible, but not between parent and child.
Marsha snapped out of her reverie and said, "Ok 'Sid' then get those pants off I want to suck your 'cock'. When I'm done you can kiss and lick me down there to your heart's content."
Poor Harriet, thinking that she still had the upper hand removed 'Sid's' pants and boxers. No sooner done and Marsha buried her face in her friends mound. She opened her lips and sucked Harriet's clit into her mouth. Marsha played with Harriet's miniature cock the same way she had done with her husband's in the past. A couple of minutes of this loving attention and Harriet started to thrash about and moan.
"Marsha, suck my cock. Yes, just kike that." then finally, "I'm going to cum, let me cum all over your face."
Harriet did, just grinding her pussy into Marsha face and smearing her pussy goo all over Marsha.
Marsha didn't give Harriet any cool-down time. She demanded that Harriet get her tongue down there and get to work. Harriet proceeded to lick Marsha to multiple orgasms. The final one leaving Marsha exhausted on the bed.
Marsha informed Harriet that she thought that 'Sid' was going to be visiting regularly. The only problem she thought she might have was when the real live Sidney Knauer showed up to give her his monthly financial update.
Marsha deftly turned the conversation toward Harriet and Dennis. She wanted to know how the coming weekend's plans had gone over with Dennis. Harriet related that he made no objections. He was comfortable with the arrangements as long as both women were OK with them. Harriet summed it up with saying "In other words, Dennis didn't know what to say, so he just passed the buck."
"Harriet aren't you going to be jealous of Dennis and me?", Inquired Marsha.
"Why should I be? In fact, since we are setting it up, if anybody should be upset, it would be Dennis. It's not like he's running around behind my back."
"Harriet, remember this is the new me," said Marsha. "I am no longer 'Mrs. Prim and Proper', I am going to turn Dennis every way but loose.
Harriet related that she still didn't see any problem. They went on to make more plans for the weekend.
Marsha returned home after lunch. Harriet had given her a tip on how to make some of this 'Pizza'. She even had all the ingredients handy except the cheese. That, she could get at the deli on the way to pick up the kids. Keeping track of the time, she finished her household chores.
Not wanting to embarrass the children, Marsha waited until the last bus had departed before she pulled the car into the pickup area in front of the school. The pair were waiting together when Marsha stopped. Roger opened the rear door and gestured for Natalie to enter first. Roger then got in and closed the door. Marsha noticed. Again she thought I'll have to thank Dad, for all he has been teaching Roger. She thought I have been seriously remiss in teaching either of the children good manners. In Rogers case thankfully his grandfather took it on himself to perform the chore. Marsha resolved to make a concerted effort to instruct Natalie in that area.
As Marsha drove out of the school grounds, Natalie resumed the 'make believe'.
"Roger, I checked with my Mom. She said that I could go out on a date with you, if your Mom is willing to drive both ways and be the chaperone. That means that I can get off at my regular stop. Then I will have a chance to change out of my school clothes."
Roger replied, "I think, my Mom will be willing to do that. I will ask her as soon as I get home. I will call you and tell you when we can pick you up."
By this time Marsha was pulling into her driveway. No sooner had she stopped than Roger hopped out of the car and ran around to Natalie's side. He opened the door and offered Natalie his hand to assist in getting out. Roger held his sister's hand a moment longer than necessary.
Just before he released it he said, "Call you in a few minutes and see you in a little while."
Roger went to the garage door and opened it for his mother. Then returned to the rear seat of the car. Addressing no one in particular Roger said, "The next stop is mine."
Marsha parked the car in the garage. Roger got out of the back seat and went immediately to the overhead door and closed it. Coming back to the car he opened the door for his mother. He then explained that he and Natalie had talked at lunch. The dialog in the 'bus' had been planned. Natalie had told Roger that she wanted to have a talk with their mother privately. Just some girl talk nothing that was to Rogers detriment.
Marsha and Roger entered the house. Natalie had gone directly to her room and closed the door. Roger went to his sister's door and stead of knocking simply tried to sound like a ringing telephone.
"RING, RING, RING"
Natalie replied, "Hello, Natalie's residence."
"May I please speak to Natalie?, Roger calling."
"Oh Roger, I couldn't wait for you to call. You are still coming to pick me up aren't you?"
"Yes. Everything is OK with my mom. We will be there in about an hour."
Roger said, "Goodbye Natalie. See you soon." Then to his mother, "Now is your time to talk to her."
Marsha went to talk to her daughter. Natalie wanted to know if the dating rule had really changed. Marsha said yes it had.
"Mom, does that mean if boy asked me to go to hop with him next Tuesday night I could go?"
"Tuesday night, a school night?" inquired Marsha.
"Mom, next Tuesday is the night before Thanksgiving break starts.
Marsha said she had forgotten that, and yes she could go on a date to the hop. But she thought that it would be nice if Natalie told her something about the young man first. Natalie told her mother that the 'lesson' in the car this morning had given her the courage to begin a conversation with Bobby French, a boy her mother knew from Roger's baseball team.
"Nice boy, Natalie. And I know his parents from the PTA. They are a good family. Yes you may certainly go to the hop."
"Thank you mom! Can you drive us there? Bob said if you let me go, he would get his dad to pick us up after the dance. The dance is over at 10:30 p.m. What time do I have to be home?"
Marsha suggested that she have her date bring her right home. Roger and her mother would make themselves scarce for a while to give her some private time with her beau. Then say about 11:45 Marsha would run Bob home. Marsha noted to herself how Bobby had now become Bob.
Marsha wanted to know if there was anything else bothering Natalie. Natalie explained how she and Roger talked during lunch. One thing they both wished was that their mother would give them some direction BEFORE they did something wrong. They did not feel comfortable waiting for another 'stop we will talk later' situation. Marsha had given that very subject much thought since this morning. Marsha had Natalie wait until she fetched Roger.
With both children present in Natalie's bedroom. Marsha told them what the ground rules were going to be. They were very simple. No deliberate hurting each other or boyfriends or girl friends. Curfew rules would be worked out on the spot as they came up. Marsha would be supplying guidance on the social graces but what they did was up to them. The real big thing she wanted was for them to be comfortable and safe. As she told Natalie earlier she hoped that they would bring their date home for some personal private time at the end of the night. At home they and their date would be safer and more relaxed than in the backseat of a car somewere on a lovers lane. She did have one request though, no grandkids just yet, please. There would be no back street abortions. If it was necessary, she would raise the child as hers, but no one was going to harm either her children or her children's children, ever, in any way shape, or form.
"But, please never put me in that position," was how Marsha concluded.
Both of the kids agreed. They acknowledged that even though they were both capable of creating a child, neither wanted that responsibility yet.
"Mom, I want to ask Roger something and I want-and don't want-the answer", began Natalie.
Roger interrupted, "Natalie, is this going to be one of those 'girly' questions that a man can't answer without getting himself in trouble? You know like Mom's question last night."
Both Natalie and Roger's mother expressed surprise at Roger's statement. They both tried to assure Roger that they never asked questions like that. A minor male vs female argument ensued with Roger expressing the thought that at times girls and women asked for an opinion when what they were seeking was confirmation of their own thinking. Marsha thought for a few moments, She recalled a similar conversation with Roger, Sr. a few months after they had been married. Even to this day she would not admit that her husband and son had a very valid point.
Marsha turned her attention to her daughter and began by saying, "This is part of the lead in's and whys that I missed last night. Natalie, you put Roger on the spot with your statement. He is going to try and answer any question you ask in a manner that pleases you. And the truth be dammed. But don't think for a moment that the reply will please Roger's ego. And as for your wanting and not wanting the answer to your question, welcome to the adult world, leibschoen."
Marsha softened the last comment with a loving smile and twinkle in her eye. She asked Roger if he didn't have visit the bathroom to freshen up. This produced a loud humph from Roger.
"Mom, boys don't have to 'visit the restroom' to seek some private space like girls. If you want me to disappear for a few minutes just ask", Roger said with some vehemence, as he stood and left the room.
As soon as they were alone, Natalie told her mother the question she had, "Mom, I want to know if Roger set up the date with Bob? Part of me wants it not to be so. I want it to be all me, and part of me wants to thank Roger for the helping hand. Bob is so cute, and he has always been so nice to me. He didn't make fun of me when I came to Roger's games. You know that most of the boys think it is strange for me to like watching sports games. They don't know that I would like the boys to notice me. But because I like science and math and do the stats at the ball games, they all look at me like one of the guys."
"Natalie, society will learn sometime soon that women can be good in the sciences. Do you even know what my degree is in?" asked Marsha.
"I guess, Liberal Arts, or maybe English literature?"
"So wrong, child!" responded her mother. "I have a B.S. in chemistry. You know that your father was an engineer. We had some very, very enjoyable arguments as to whether it was the mechanics or the chemistry that made sex so much fun. Neither one of us really tried to win that discussion. We were having a ball trying to demonstrate the superiority of our side."
"Mom, are you saying that it is Ok for girls to like sex?"
"More than OK; sex and the enjoyment that it brings is why we put up with the difficulties of dealing with the other half of the human race", answered her mother. "Now I think it's time to make amends to your brother. I will go explain our little talk. Give me a few moments then come join us."
Marsha went to Roger's room. She found her son lying on his bed sulking.
"Roger, we didn't mean to hurt you. Women look at the world different than men. We need to sometimes run off to the powder room to think and sometimes plot. I think that Natalie does really want the answer to a question. I think that it would be best to give her an honest reply."
Marsha reached over and brushed her son's hair back off his face and said, "Sometimes we females ask things just to be reassured that we are appreciated. Sometimes a quick hug and a kiss will be a good answer, but at other times you have to give an truthful reply. You have to decide which is right."
Just then Natalie came into the room. She was wearing her light pink bathrobe adorned with cartoon figures. "Roger," she said, "I have to get ready for a date. Could you please help me? I need someone to wash my back."
Roger looked to his mother, seeing her give a slight nod of approval, turned to his sister and said, "Sure, give me a second to get ready."
Marsha got up and left the room saying in the process, "I am going to see if the 'Malt Shop' is open yet. Oh, you two can use the master bath if you would like."
Roger stood and removed all his clothes, while his sister looked on. When he was finished, his sister extended her hand and said, "Ready?"
Roger took the offered hand, and was willingly led to their parent's bath. Half way to their destination Roger stopped being led and became the leader. Once in the bathroom Roger let go of Natalie's hand and opened the shower door. He reached in and turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Then he turned to his sister and carefully removed her robe.
"Sis, Oh ancient one, thanks for letting me help" said Roger.
Natalie smiled coyly and purred, "I am definitely going to need help with my front as well as my back. Are you up to it my, big younger brother?"
They entered the shower and closed the curtain. They did wash each other taking the time to openly explore the others body. Roger paid special attention to his sisters breasts. Natalie displayed similar interest in Roger's cock. Not knowing what else to do, they repeated what they had done last night. Roger held Natalie tight and stroked his dick up and down the folds of his sister's pussy. They came almost simultaneously. They then cleaned each other of the resultant love mess. During this process, Roger sank to his knees, putting his sisters mound at his eye level. Driven by some primal urge he placed his mouth on his sister's pussy kissing it deeply. Natalie reacted almost immediately with a squeal of delight. Roger stood and blushed deeply.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I hope that I didn't offend you. I promise to behave better the next time."
Natalie didn't know what to say. She wasn't offended at all. In fact she wished Roger would get his face back down there and kiss her some more. By the time she had gotten her composure back, Roger had shut off the water and gotten out of the shower. He was standing there holding a towel open to receive her.
Once they were dry, Natalie announced, "Let's get dressed and join Mom. Come on to my room and help me. Then I can help you."
Roger was more than willing to comply. In a gesture of mock gallantry he offered his arm to Natalie. She put her hand on his arm and was escorted to her bedroom. They made quite a sight walking arm in arm down the hall stark naked.
In Natalie's room Roger sat on the bed and watched his sister open and close drawers, finally she turned to him and said, "pick some things out for me. I want to look nice for my 'date'. Something that says I am a girl and I like you but I am not a slut."
"Natalie, us guys aren't into subtle messages from clothes. Look nice and don't hide your body, but don't flaunt it. As far a being a slut, that's attitude, not clothes. Since I am your date tonight, would just one of your new bras and panties be too much to ask for?"
Natalie reached into one of the open drawers and removed a pink bra and matching panties.
Natalie came over to Roger carrying the underwear. "Would you please help me put these on?"
Roger took the offered clothing. Putting the bra on the bed. He spread open the panties, reaching down to position them for his sister to step into. When she did, he pulled them up her legs and over her cute bottom. He then stood, bringing the bra with him. Natalie saw the lost look on his face as he looked from the bra to her.
"Here I'll show you how" said Natalie as she took the bra and bent over so her tits hung down into the cups. Reaching behind her she said to Roger, "now you can hook it."
Roger's cock was at full mast. He always thought that seeing a girl undress for him would be the ultimate turn on. However helping his sister put on her underwear was somehow more sensual than he could have imagined.
During the time the kids were experimenting in the shower, Marsha was making Harriet's version of Pizza. She took a 'loaf' of frozen bread dough that she had let thaw and rise and spread it on two baking sheets. She added a can of spaghetti sauce to each. Then covered both with the mozzarella cheese she had gotten from the deli. Finally she sprinkled mushrooms on one and pieces of diced ham on the other. She then put the both sheets into the oven to bake. She was removing the baked pizzas from the oven when Roger and Natalie arrived.
As they approached the counter, Roger let go of Natalie's hand and pulled out one of the stools. Natalie sat down and smiled at her brother as she said, "Thank you, Roger, you are such a gentleman."
Marsha was pleased with what she saw. Her children were in a much nicer frame of mind than they were at breakfast. In fact Natalie positively beamed. Roger had a very self-satisfied look.
"You two had some fun, didn't you?" remarked Marsha.
"Mom! Its not nice to kiss and tell," was Roger's reply.
"Well a girl can tell her Mom things. Roger touched me all over! His hands all slippery with soap, it felt so nice. When he washed my tits I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Then we sort of rubbed our good parts together, like last night. Then I came and so did Roger. We were covered in love stuff. So my gallant partner cleaned me up. Then he did something else. He kissed me right down there. It took my breath away."
By this time Roger was blushing from his head to his toes. "I take it, you liked it then?" he said.
"Like it? Loved it! Next time after we kiss a little and my tits get some attention I would love to have you kiss me some more down there."
"You mean you really liked it? I was afraid when you squealed that I had hurt you."
Marsha asked her son, "What made you do that?"
He replied, "I don't know. Something drew me like a magnet. Then when I got close it was so beautiful and smelled so enticing I couldn't help myself."
"Well son, it seems that you have discovered a way to make a woman very happy. When your Dad did that to me I would cum and cum until I was exhausted."
Marsha, put on mock bored expression and thrust her hip aside, assuming the pose of an overworked waitress. "So what'erll you have, lovebirds? The special today is pizza. Two slices, and two pops, eight bits."
Roger asked if that was ok with Natalie. She deferred to her date. He told the 'waitress' that they would take two specials. Roger looked to his sister and said, "Hey, I'm a big spender and a growing boy! All this learning has given me an appetite."
Marsha brought the pizza to the counter and served her customers. Then sat down opposite them. She told them that things were happening faster that she had planned.
"You two are discovering things that I thought I was going to have to teach you. Natalie, something to think about. You liked when Roger used this mouth on your privates. Do you think he might like similar treatment?"
Roger face light like a neon sign. Marsha grinned the cheshire cat grin at him.
"Mom, is that what they call a 'blowjob'?" was Natalie's shocked reply.
"Yes, but that term is somewhat crude, don't you think?", her mom replied. "The description that I like is 'frenching'. That term works both for the man and the woman. I will tell you, your dad seemed to like my frenching him as much as I liked having it done to me."
Marsha then launched into a long rambling talk with the kids. It covered a wide range of subjects, everything from how to look attractive but saving some for later to saying thanks but no thanks. Then an argument as to wether a woman should be allowed to wear anything she wants wherever she wants. On several points it was two against one, with Roger in the minority.
Marsha looked to her son, "Roger, the rules on more things than dating are changing. I spoke to your Grandfather today. You and he are going to check out garage door openers this Saturday. If you find a suitable one you will purchase it. Then he will guide you in installing it. Your Father's tools are now yours. The things that you have shown me in the last day convinced me that the time is long past when you are responsible enough to handle them."
At that point Marsha said, "It's getting late, you two. Home work time, then we can reconvene in the den for some more instruction."
"Mom, before we go I would like to ask Roger that question." Natalie faced Roger and asked, "Did you set up my date with Bob?"
"Is that all you wanted to know? No I did not 'set up the date'. Bobby has been asking me about you for months. He wants to know everything about you. He asked me several times to ask you to go out with him. I always put him off by telling him it was not in my job description. I told him that he had to do the deed himself. Then this morning he was talking about the hop next week. I simply told him now is a good time! I swear that is truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
Natalie jumped out of her chair and launched herself at Roger. She began kissing her brother and saying "thank you" over and over between kisses that became more passionate by the moment.
"Sis, there is more. Bobby is the smartest guy I know. He is already talking about the scholarship offers that have been coming his way. And he is the only guy on the team who hasn't asked me if I get any peeks at your tits. What he wants to know is whether you really like the math and science or is it an act to ward off the wolves. I told him that you are a nerdess. His response was 'that's cool'."
"Well biggie, for that you can peek all you want, that is, if you will wash them for me at least once a day."
Marsha interrupted with, "Save some for later. Now off to the school work."
Natalie and Roger with some good-natured grumbling, went to their rooms to work on their school assignments.
Around 9 o'clock the pair joined their mother in the den. Marsha spent most of the intervening time deciding how to teach the kids the things that she and Roger, Sr. spent many anxious times learning by trial and error. One of the biggest things she and her husband had learned was that horniness was not just a male trait. This concept was foreign to her at the time, thanks to her parents self-righteous "morals"- That's right in quotation marks, she thought. Not for her precious children!
The children had come back dressed the same way they were for their earlier 'date'. Natalie in just her pink bra and panties, Roger in a shirt and slacks.
Marsha began the lesson with, "Natalie, do you think that is the way you will be attired when you bring Bob home next Tuesday?"
Before she could continue Roger spoke up, "You don't want to overload Bobby's higher functions do you? I can handle it because of last night and this afternoon, but any other male in fifty feet of you when you are dressed like that is going to mess their shorts in thirty seconds flat."
Marsha spoke in her mother voice, "Roger, what are you trying to say?"
"Mom, you told me that Natalie is not my 'toy', I think I understand that, but will Bobby?"
This maturity thing with her son had Marsha thoroughly confused. "Roger are you jealous of Bob?"
"No!", responded Roger, "Part of me wants to crawl inside her and never leave. And part of me wants to leave that to someone who she decides to give that jewel to. And I want to save ME for someone who might be the mother of my children."
For Marsha the confusion was getting worse."So you are telling us you don't want to continue?", asked Marsha.
"No Mom, I want to do everything up to that point until both of us are no longer virgins."
Mother and daughter sat in position with slack jawed-expression when Roger finished.
"Roger, it seems that I have little other than the mechanics to teach you, you have the chemistry right. Natalie, I have made a doctor's appointment for you with Mrs. Marshal's OB/Gyn. I hope you will ask for the pill."
A very sheepish Natalie asked, "Mom, did you honestly like taking Dad's penis in your mouth?"
"Yes, Honey I did. And before you ask, Yes he came in my mouth many times. I loved it because it gave him pleasure. That and because he was never reluctant to use his mouth on me."
Marsha then told the pair she had some things to attend to, but before she left, she offered some pointers. She instructed Roger to give Natalie warning before he came. Natalie's lesson was as simple as Roger's. "Tell him what feels good and let him take it from there."
Then to Roger, "right at the top of Natalie's pussy is her clit, pay it some of the loving attention that you showed tonight."
With that Marsha left her offspring to discover the joy of oral sex.
Marsha returned from cleaning up the kitchen to find the children dozing on the couch. They were in the classic cuddle position. Natalie's head on Roger's shoulder. Roger's arm around his sister's neck, his hand resting comfortably on her breast. Marsha woke them and sent them off to bed with the admonition, "Separate bedrooms tonight, I don't want to have to drive you to school tomorrow."
Marsha had several things to do to get ready for her weekend with Harriet and Dennis. She thought most could wait until the morning when the kids were in school. But she thought that she would pay the weekly bills tonight. As she sat down at the desk, she looked at her budget to see what bills she had to pay. There was only one payment due. It was to the phone company. Dating the check for the next day, she thought tomorrow will be an interesting day. Checking the calendar before she wrote the date, she confirmed it was, November 22, 1963.
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The Do-It-Yourself Project
Chapter 2
St. Celia's hospital is located about a ten minute drive from the park where the assault
had just taken place. That is driving normally; Jeff made it in under six minutes that
Friday night.
The sight of Jeff carrying his mate through the emergency room doors caused a stir.
They were suddenly besieged by nurses and a doctor. The ER staff guided Jeff, still
with his precious burden, to a treatment room. They thought that was the best course of
action, rather than attempt to remove the woman from his grip. Jeff was directed to
place Mary on the examination table.
When he did, Mary attempted to reach out with her left hand/arm. Sister Monica, the
head nurse, tries to pull Jeff aside. As he moved at the nurses pulling, Mary cried out,
"Don't leave me!"
Jeff responded, "I'm here, dear"
Jeff was moved aside, a nurse with a clipboard accosted Jeff. "I need some information,
sir."
"Sure, what do you need, are they going to help her soon? Those bastards, I stopped
them as soon as I could get up."
"Sir, what is the ladies name?"
"Mary, Mary Baker."
Her next space on her form is titled 'information obtained from'. She asked, "Your
name?"
"Jeff Baker, are you going to help her soon?"
Jeff stood beside his love with her left hand clutching at his sleeve. As the nurse looked
over at the patient she saw the ruby engagement ring and the gold wedding band. The
next block on her form is 'relationship to the patient', without asking she checked the
block marked spouse. Then she simply copied Jeff's name and the 'spouse' checkmark
to the area titled "next of kin."
She next asked "Age of patient?"
"Mary is 17", answers Jeff.
Still following the printed form she came to 'nature of complaint'. Following the tradition
of all medical personnel at the time of calling people seeking help by their first name,
she said, "Jeff, how was Mary injured?"
"We were attacked in the park. Three S.O.B.s attacked us. They were tearing at her
before I could do anything."
The next block to be filled in says for 'females only followed' by two preprinted
questions. "Jeff, is your wife pregnant?"
"No, not yet at least."
The nurse then skipped the question of nursing.
The next block is a statement followed by a question.
"Jeff, we are a religious institution. What religion does Mary profess?"
"Oh, we are both Catholics."
The nurse who was a nun smiled and said "I knew, you are such a nice couple. Do you
think your wife would like the chaplain to come down?"
Jeff looked over at his love to seek her wishes. Mary mouthed the words "Father Tim."
Jeff turned back to the nun-nurse and said "Sister, I think she would like you to notify
Father Timothy Strickland. He is over at St. Luke's. I have his number if you don't have
it handy."
The request surprised the nun. This couple was asking for the big shot Priest/Lawyer
that she recently had heard so much about. The Priest they were asking for seemed to
be the fixer for the Archbishop. They even had his private number, if the young man
was to be believed. She passed on the request to a student nurse who was standing by
to take care of such details.
During this exchange the doctor had begun to examine Mary. He indicated to one of the
nurses to cut off what remained of Mary's dress. When he looked up and pointed to Jeff
the nun-nurse said to him, "Husband." One quick look at the person laying on the table
told the doctor the source of pain she was experiencing. Her shoulder was severely
dislocated, a minor but very painful injury. He decided to get an x-ray to make certain
no bones were broken before popping it back into its socket. The doctor then gestured
to the nurse with the scissors to hurry up. Meanwhile he was cleaning up some of the
blood on Mary's face. He was pleasantly surprised that none of the wounds were deep
or long enough to require sutures. He checked them for any residual debris and
instructed a nurse to apply some antiseptic. On the largest of them, he applied a
butterfly to secure its edges. He thought she's a lucky young woman; the wounds
should heal without scaring. Next, he set about examining the rest of her body. What he
found was bruising where her dress had pulled at her soft tissue when the assailants
were attempting to rip it from her body. There were also marks on her arms where she
had been restrained by one of the assailants. Then with a look of gentle concern he
addressed this supine patient, "Mary, I must remove your underwear to complete my
examination, please forgive the intrusion."
The doctor had examined enough victims of this type of assault to know how violated
and powerless they felt.
"Doctor, my Luv stopped them before they could get that far with me."
Mary motioned Jeff to move closer. He bent down so that Mary could whisper in his ear.
"Luv, you do it. I don't want anybody's hands there but yours."
"Doctor, she asked me to remove them", said Jeff.
"Ok, I'll tell you what we can do. Mary if you will spread your legs a little and let me look
at the inside of your thighs. After I do that I'll ask your husband to lift your underwear
just enough so I can confirm that there aren't any injuries that need my attention. Is that
ok with you?" asked the doctor.
Mary eyes shifted back to Jeff seeking his approval. Jeff put his mouth to her ear and
murmured to her "Mary, I have been dying to get into your pants for so long but I never
wanted to do it this way."
The doctor checked and found nothing remarkable.
The doctor spoke to Mary "I'm going to have one of the sisters take you up for some X-
rays of your shoulder. I don't think anything is broken. I am only asking for them in an
abundance of caution."
"Doctor, can't Jeff take me? Please?" complained Mary.
"Well, my dear, I would really like to have a chance to check your husband over and I
can be doing it when you are upstairs. You won't be gone all that long. I promise to
keep him right here until you get back."
Jeff nodded his approval to Mary.
There was a large commotion in the receiving area, as several 'officers of the peace'
arrive with their hands on their weapons, demanding attention.
"Where is he?!, We have a reported kidnaping and assault with a deadly weapon."
The intake clerk told the officers, "We have two victims of an assault being treated now
but no kidnapers."
One of the policemen pulled out his handcuffs saying, "Must be them. Where is he?"
The intake clerk, Sister Aloysius not having had this experience before sought out the
nurse supervisor. This nurse is the one who took the receiving information from Jeff.
She had seen similar situations before, someone thinks that they see something;
reports it to the police. The police react without verification then later when all the facts
are gathered, reason prevails. In the meantime, her ER becomes a circus. Tonight she
thought if we wait for the Priest that the nice couple asked for to arrive; he can help me
get this straightened out with minimum fuss.
Back in the treatment area the doctor has been talking to Jeff. The doctor convinced
Jeff that he allow himself to be checked over. Jeff had a clearly visible bruise on his
face and the shoe prints on his clothes indicated that he has received numerous blows
to his torso. After examining Jeff, the doctor told Jeff he could find nothing to be
concerned about. Just take it easy on your ribs for a couple of days.
A transport orderly returned Mary to the ER. She brought with her the X-rays and
radiologist's report, confirming the doctor's original diagnoses; Mary had a
uncompounded dislocated shoulder. The doctor made profuse apologies to Mary
explaining that this next part was going to cause her further discomfort. He then set
about to wrench her shoulder into its proper position. He started the process by stating
"Mary, seeing the way you reacted earlier to having someone touch you, I am going to
have your husband hold you while I do this, rather than one of the nurses. Is that ok
with you?"
Mary bit the lip, then nodded her head. "Is it going to hurt that much?"
The edges of the doctor's mouth drooped as he shrugged, "It's the only way I know how
to fix it."
The doctor then showed Jeff what he wanted him to do. He positioned Jeff so that his
chest was pressing Mary to the table. Jeff's left arm was under Mary's neck with his
hand griping her body between her neck and injured shoulder. His right hand was
placed below her left shoulder almost on her breast. This arrangement put Jeff's and
Mary's faces close together. Jeff can clearly see the look of fear in Mary's eyes. When
he sensed the doctor moving, he placed his lips over Mary's. He opened his mouth and
with all the emotion he could summon tried to suck the pain from his love. Mary
responded by opening hers in return and let herself flow into her mate. The young
lovers lost themselves so deeply that Mary never felt the yank and twist that restored
the position of her joint. The doctor gave them a few more moments of tenderness
before interrupting them. "Mary, its all over. Its going to be sore for a couple of days, I
am going to prescribe a mild muscle relaxant to help with the healing process."
As the doctor walked away, he shook his head at what he had just witnessed. He had
seen some powerful exchanges of love. This one he was going to have put near the top
of his list.
The level of communion that the mates had just achieved was so tantalizingly close to
what they had been seeking earlier that it made that need even more urgent.
Out in the waiting area, the circus that Sister Monica had feared had developed and
now was assuming epic proportions. Several other police officers and a brace of
detectives had joined the law enforcement contingent. Outside, three more cops were
digging into every nook and cranny of Jeff's car. Every police car that had arrived was
'parked' in the emergency access lane at a different angle. Each one was still running
its front doors open and its light flashing. Fortunately, the officers had turned off the
sirens, though they had left the police radios on at maximum volume.
Father Tim arrived in the ER about this time. Sister Monica saw him and quickly
shepherded him into the treatment area. Father's first concern was Mary's condition. "Is
she asking to be anointed? I brought the Holy Oils just in case."
Sister Monica replied, "You won't need them for Mary, her condition is painful but not
life threatening. You he might need them for her husband, with the way that pack of
hyenas in the waiting room are snapping at him."
Sister explained to Father Tim what she knew of the assault. During this recital she
continually refers to Mary as Mrs. Baker. (Katharine, what have they been up to?)
(Timothy, I think, maybe they have been trying to play house.) Father Tim then
requested to talk to the couple privately. He was led to a holding area where he found
Mary lying on a gurney dressed in hospital gown. Jeff was sitting at her side. They were
holding hands, talking quietly . They looked up and saw Father Tim and got a very
sheepish look.
Jeff announced,"Father, we didn't mean to inconvenience you."
Before he could continue Mary interrupted, "Its all my fault."
"No, Father she's wrong, I am the one to blame."
"Shsss! Luv" responded Mary as she reached with her good hand to try to cover Jeff's
mouth. "It is mine and you know it."
"Both of you, stop it right now! You were assaulted by criminals. You can't blame
yourselves for the acts of the likes of which attacked you." (Katharine, I thought they
were more mature than that.) (Timothy, Me thinks that they are talking about something
else.) (Huhm?, Katharine)
The pair sought each other's attention and with matching arched eyebrows
communicated, we know that! Then each flicked their eyes in Father Tim's direction and
back to the other's gaze. Next, they both lifted their shoulders with Mary winching at the
movement. {Translation: He doesn't understand. Are you going to tell him or am I?}
(Katharine, they are at it again!)
(Timothy, of course they are. They have it down petty pat, don't you think?)
"Ok, you two, what are you not telling me? Mary, let Jeff answer for the both of you."
Jeff began, "Father I... er we went up there because it was the only place we could...
er... you know...? Ok?"
(Timothy, I told you so!)
"Remember, I told you; you two are not married, not at least in the eye's of The
Church."
To which Mary replied, "I don't want to argue with you Father but I sincerely believe that
Jeff and I have made THAT commitment in the eyes of God. Are not he and I, the
ordinary ministers of the Sacrament of Matrimony?"
(Timothy, you better help them fix it and soon.)
(Katharine, We have to fix another problem first.)
"Have you talked to the police yet?" Jeff and Mary shook their heads. "Good! Then I'll
assume when you asked for me you were seeking the advice of your attorney as well
as for my spiritual guidance?" Father Tim said as he was nodding his head vigorously.
Jeff replied, "Yes, I guess so."
Father Tim said, "Very well, then we have them in a double whammy: 'Seal of the
Confessional' and 'Lawyer Client Privilege'."
(Timothy, you can be so devious at times.)
"Now, tell me everything that occurred tonight, everything!"
Jeff and Mary recited the evenings events when they came to the motel part, Father
Tim stopped them with the comment, "Stop right there, I don't want to hear any more
about that until I put my stole on. You were indicating that you stopped to inquire about
lodging in the future."
(Timothy, your lawyer tongue is returning)
(Yes Katherine, later tonight is in the future)
Then when they got to the park he again interrupted with "You were just passing
through and stopped to have a short marital discussion."
(Timothy? Did I hear correctly?)
"By the way that was your lawyer making the last comment not your Father Confessor."
(Katherine, this two hat thing is going to be a little hairy.)
"But, Father, we didn't intend to do much talking." retorted Jeff.
Mary hid her eyes and added, "He's right Father."
(Katherine, this one is going to be difficult.)
"My children, (Timothy?)(Katharine, that's priest talk, a term of endearment) if my guess
is right, you were going to attempt to have the ultimate communication a married couple
can have. (Oops, Katharine, I hope that they don't catch my slip. Oh, Katharine wipe
that silly grin off your face, I am trying to be serious here!) In the nature of keeping the
subject of the discussion private, we will leave it alone. What I was indicating is that
discussions between husband and wife are subject to "marital privilege", in other words;
you cannot be compelled to testify against your spouse. Understood? Ok, Continue with
your story."
Jeff took up the narrative. He described the shock of the glass being broken on Mary's
side of the car. Then his being bodily ripped from his side and suffering through
numerous kicks. His assailant leaving him, Jeff assumed the attacker thought that he
was no longer a threat. His hearing Mary's pleas for help. Finding the rock under his
hand. "Father, do you know how many of the events in 'Track and Field' are based on
ancient warrior skills?" Jeff tells of disabling two of the attackers with rocks, then his
aborted chase of the third. Coming back to Mary, and finding her in great distress.
Picking her up and making for their car. The cop arriving. The officer who had no inkling
as to what just happened. The officer's demand to place Mary on the ground. Jeff's
wordless refusal. The police officer's opening the car door at his request. Jeff thanking
him and telling the cop where he was taking Mary. Driving directly to the hospital.
Probably running some red-lights in the process. We arrived here and the nuns have
been taking care of us since.
Father Tim took all this in. After a few moments thought, he said, "Jeff, you did the right
thing at every turn. Now I will go out there and attempt to straighten this out."
On his way to the receiving area, Father Tim stopped to talk with the doctor who had
been treating Mary and Jeff. He asked if it was possible for the doctor to order
something like an aspirin for Jeff. In way of explanation he offered, "I want to be able to
tell those 'hyenas' truthfully that Jeff has been given a 'pain killer' and is unable to
converse with them at this time."
The doctor thought for a moment, then said that he would order the medication. He
started to walk away. Then he turned back and added, "The way that Mary trusted her
husband there was no way possible that he is responsible for her injuries. If you want
me to testify to that in a court of law, as a trained medical observer, I will gladly do it."
Father Tim went to the waiting area and sought out the person in charge of the police
contingent. What he discovered was it was Detective Del'Grosso, an extremely
unpleasant individual. Father Tim presented his card:
Archdiocese of Philadelphia
Rev. Timothy Strickland, B.A., M. Div., JD
Of Council to the Archdiocese
Turner 5-5555
The Detective looked at the card and replied, "Oh and a lawyer too, who are you
representing?"
Father Tim answered, "The Baker's although since they are members of the diocese
that interest is there also, but in this instance the Baker's are my primary clients. Just
what seems to be the problem?"
"Baker's, you say? Are they my doers? I have a report of a crazed perp, who savagely
attacked two young boys who were assisting a young girl in the park. He then kidnaped
the female after threatening a police officer, while he was attempting to maintain the
peace. We can throw in resisting arrest and fleeing the scene of a crime and that's just
for starters. Two of the youths that were attacked are currently hospitalized in serious
condition."
Father Tim features hardened in to a look of total incredibility. "Mr. and Mrs. Baker were
transversing that excuse of a park, when they were set upon by assailants of unknown
age, who caused grievous injury to Mrs. and Mr. Baker: then, even though Mr. Baker
was personally in need of medical attention, he used the means at hand to subdue the
aforesaid persons before they could violate his wife, Mrs. Baker. When a police officer
arrived on the scene, he assisted my clients by opening the door to their conveyance,
which had been damaged by the assailants Mr. Baker thanked him for his help, Mr.
Baker then informed the officer where he was taking his wife to seek medical
assistance. Mr. and Mrs. Baker arrived at this hospital directly from the incident. They
have been undergoing treatment since their arrival. And now you are suggesting that
they are somehow guilty of an infraction of the law?"
Del'Grosso gave Father Tim a hard look. The detective's partner motioned him aside.
They talked privately for a few seconds "I have run into this lawyer before, we better
check our facts before we make fools of ourselves."
Del'Grosso refused to heed the other cop's advice. He said, "I'm not afraid of his collar
I'm going to treat him like any other lawyer. I really want to get one of those preppie kids
that are constantly coming into the city and lording it over the locals. I'm sure that this
'kid' did some really bad things." Then related how he thought that anybody who
lawyered up before he had a chance to question him hard had to be guilty. He then
demanded that the culprit be produced for some 'in-depth' interrogation.
The hackles on Father Tim's neck arose at the last statement. Speaking directly to
Del'Grosso, " Are you placing my clients under arrest?"
Del'Grosso started to answer when his partner butted in, "No we are not. We don't have
a warrant at the moment."
To which Father Tim replied, "In that case, as their attorney, I can not allow it. They
have both been given some medications for their injuries. Therefore, it is not possible at
this time to have a responsive conversation with them."
"So I'll get a warrant," sneered Del'Grosso.
Del'Grosso hustled off to find a phone. He called the on-call Assistant District Attorney
{ADA}. Fearing the worst, Father Tim got out his black book and called the President
Judge of the Court of Common Pleas, a long time friendly adversary and now a
parishioner at St. Luke's. He requested a hearing on the soon to be requested arrest
warrant. The judge grilled Father Tim on the night's happenings as he knew them.
When he was finished the judge told Father Tim, "Father, I will get involved this one
time. All of this is ex parte so I will set it up but I will not give any suggestion to Judge
Goldstein on how to handle it. Make your case to him in open court. Now, unless there
is something else, I will call the administrative clerk and so order it."
"Judge, there is another small matter, Mary Baker is 17 and therefore under the curfew
age. Jeff Baker is over 18. Just to make things clear, could you order Mary to be
released to Jeff, in loco parentis?"
"Tim, if you can make that one go down you're a better lawyer than I am. A wife
'released in custody of her husband, as a parent, good luck selling that to the wife. But I
will include that in my order. Now, give me ten minutes, then call the clerk for the
details."
As Father Tim hung up the phone, he could still hear the Judge's mirth.
(Timothy, you are a little too self satisfied. What did you just do?)
(Later, Katharine, I have some more thinking to do Please?)
Father Tim waited the allotted ten minutes and called the clerk. The hearing had been
set for tomorrow at the central booking unit where a judge is stationed for such
contingencies. He went over to the two detectives and suggested that they call their
ADA back. They reluctantly did as bidden. Finding that they had been maneuvered
around, they told the priest that tomorrow was a different day. Judge Goldstein didn't
cater to papists like the President Judge did.
Father Tim left the two officers to get the hoard out of the Hospital. He went looking for
Sister Monica. Once he found her, he asked to get the pair ready to leave. The Sister
then told him what the police officers had done. They had subpoenaed all of Mary's
clothes as evidence.
"I am compelled to collect even her unmentionables, all of them! She is going to feel so
exposed!" bemoaned the Nun. "We can give her a gown but they are so immodest, that
she would be embarrassed even to seen even by her husband."
"Embarrassed, in front of her husband?" enquired Father Tim.
(Katharine, I did it again, sorry)
(Timothy, don't be sorry.You are simply acknowledging the reality.)
Sister Monica, somewhat flustered, replied, "I don't know much about those things. The
gown is the best I can do."
(Psss, dear you brought along your cassock, didn't you)
(It is in the car, Katharine.)
(Timothy, a cassock is almost a dress.)
(Let her wear it, Little One?)
(My husband, you haven't called me that in ages. Of course, let her wear it!)
"Sister Monica, I have a cassock in the car. It would certainly be more concealing than
that 'gown'."
Sister Monica considered it for a moment. "I never thought about it but the cassock
would be perfect. There is nothing more protective than to wrap oneself in the cloth."
Father Tim retrieved the vestment from his car. The sister took it from there; helping
Jeff remove the requested 'evidence' from Mary, and helping him put the pseudo dress
on his love. With Mary modest, they left the ER. Father Tim in the meantime had
brought his car to the entrance. Jeff looked around, seeking a glimpse of his car but not
seeing it, he returned his attention to his mate. Father Tim noticed the momentary
concern and the quick dismissal. (Katharine, we are dealing with the real thing here.)
(Timothy, of course we are. You males are so dense at times.)
On the way to Mary's house Father Tim realized that Mary was trying to remove her
rings.
"Mary, I don't think that is fair to Jeff."
"Father, I don't want to hurt my parents."
"Mary, who is more important to you, Jeff or your parents?" questioned Father.
"Jeff!" sobbed Mary.
"Then?" was Father's one word question.
Mary turned to her mate , "I'm sorry Dear, I love you and we will be together. But I feel
my parents still control me."
"Mary leave them on and I will tell them about our vows."
Father Tim pulled into Mary's driveway. Jeff helped Mary out of the passenger's seat.
The trio walked to the front door. Father Tim opened the door and motioned Jeff to take
Mary inside.
Just inside the door, they were greeted by Smokey. He wanted to jump up and
welcome his mistress and his new pack leader but his keen sense of danger prevented
him. He smelled injury and pain in the air. He became more troubled as he identified
the source of the scents, his mistress. The more he sniffed there were other signals in
the air. He sensed fear on his new leader but the fear was not of him. The third one had
no fear at all on him. He was the one in command of this little party. Smokey turned and
held his ground between the trio and Mary's advancing parents.
"Just who the hell do you think you are barging in here? And you two children, you are
way past your curfew," blustered Mary's dad.
Father Tim had his back to the parents. He said, "Jeff, take Mary to her room and see if
you can make her comfortable. I will talk to these two until you get back."
Jeff looked at his love and arched his brow. Mary pointed up the stairs and said "First
door on the right."
At this point, Mary's mother chimed in with, "He can't do that, it would be sinful. And
where is her new dress?"
"Jeff, go on, she is hurting just standing there. There is no sin involved." was Father
Tim's response.
While Jeff half carried, half walked Mary up the stairs to her bedroom, Father Tim
turned his attention to her parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Baker, I am Father Timothy Strickland, the Chaplin at Mary's School and
your daughter and Jeff's attorney. There was an unfortunate incident in town tonight.
Mary and Jeff were savagely attacked. Very fortunately, Jeff was able to subdue two of
the three attackers and chased off the third one. The first two are in the hospital, and
they are seeking the third. During the melee, Mary was injured. So Jeff took her to St.
Celia's for treatment. At the hospital, when they asked your daughter if she would like to
have a priest visit her, she asked for me. So I came over. When Jeff gets back down,
he will fill in the rest. I believe that he has some important news for you."
Shortly, Jeff came down the stairs carrying Father Tim's cassock. Father Tim took the
offered garment and put it over his arm.
Smokey, watching from the top of the stairs, stared at his pack leader trying to
communicate 'you better learn to take better care of your mate and my mistress. While
I'm on duty, no one dare approach her except you and maybe that new super-top-dog
next to you.'
Father Tim prompted Jeff, "I believe that you have something to tell these good folks
here."
With the thought of 'In to the valley of death rode the six hundred' bouncing around in
his head; Jeff opened his mouth, "Mr. and Mrs. Baker, I have asked Mary to marry me,
and she has said yes."
The first to react was Mary's mother, "It can't be for real she only has one of those play
friendship rings."
Not to be upstaged, Mary's dad added, "What do you mean you asked her? You have
to ask ME!"
"No, sir. I asked her, it is her decision and hers only!"
Not one to allow his authority to be questioned, Mary's dad retorted, "Well I won't allow
it! I won't sign the papers. She's not old enough"
Seeing that this conversation was not going anywhere, Father Tim broke in with, "Mr.
Baker, in the eyes of Holy Mother the Church she is, and she can. It is HER assent, not
yours, that is required."
Mary's mother was feeling left out. She piped up with, "You can't buy her with that piece
of costume jewelry that she has been trying to hide all week!"
The anger at the way he and his love were being treated finally boiled over in Jeff. He
all but spat, "That 'piece of costume jewelry' is her wedding ring and has been in my
family longer than you have been alive. And as if it matters, the stone in our
engagement ring is twice the size of the one you are wearing."
Drawing a deep breath, Jeff continued, "Your daughter, the person who I love more
than life itself, is upstairs hurting and you two are concerned with the value of jewelry
and defending your turf. That disgusts me! Don't you even want to know what
happened tonight? Or how serious her condition is? I'll be back in the morning to check
on Mary. Father Tim, can we leave now?"
The priest looked at Mary's parents, then at Jeff. "Jeff, you are legally responsible for
Mary, are you willing to leave her in these people's care?"
Mary's dad recognized the import of the question. He gaped open mouthed at Jeff and
Father Tim. Legally responsible? He was her father, she belonged to him; where were
these interlopers coming from?
Father Tim perceived Mr. Baker's objections. In his most formal lawyer persona, he said
"Yes, there is a court order stating such."
Father Tim politely said to Mary's parents, "Now, Jeff and I must leave you. I believe
that you are good Catholic parents and law abiding citizens. I presume that you will
behave accordingly. When Jeff comes tomorrow to pick up Mary, I expect that you will
welcome him as your future son-in-law and not cause us to involve the police."
After Father Tim and Jeff left, Mary's parents began to accuse the other for being at
fault for Mary's being injured. They each started to add others to their list of culprits.
The one thing they never did was put themselves on their own list. One person they
each had on their list was Mary herself. They attempted to enter Mary's room to
admonish her about tonight's happenings and the way her so called 'boyfriend' treated
them. They were greeted by Smokey's bare teeth and a sound so deep in his throat
that it reached far down into their sub-human brain and caused them to slink away with
their tails between their legs.
In Father Tim's car on the way to his house, Jeff tried to apologize for the angry
outburst. Father Tim explained that there are times where righteous anger is called for,
tonight was, in his opinion one of those instances. In an attempt to divert Jeff's dwelling
on Mary's parents' reactions, Father Tim talked of more practical matters. He inquired
how Jeff was going to retrieve his auto. Would it be acceptable for him to pick them
both up and drive them to the hearing tomorrow?
When they arrived at Jeff's house, the priest parked behind the car in the driveway. Jeff
led Father Tim into the house and made him comfortable while he went to wake his
parents. Jeff went up the stairs and entered his parents' bedroom. He walked to his
mother's side of the bed. Once there, he lightly shook her. With barely open eyes she
mumbled, "You're finally home son. We were beginning to get worried."
"Mom, please wake dad. Something has happened; Mary and I will be ok but there are
things I must tell you right now."
Jeff's dad started stirring with all the conversation. "Son, is everything ok?"
Jeff was somewhat evasive when he answered, "Dad, we will be able to work things
out. There is a priest downstairs who helped Mary and I so much tonight. He is a good
guy; please come down to meet him."
Jeff's dad some what skeptically asked "A priest you say, does he know about your
mother and I?"
"Dad, the question never came up. I doubt that he would have any trouble with your
situation. I think you may like him."
Jeff's mother turned to his dad and said, "For your son and I, please?"
"Valerie you know I won't deny you anything."
Jeff's mother put on a robe over her flannel nightgown. His father went as he was in his
pajamas.
Father, please excuse our appearance; we don't usually have visitors this late. Come to
the kitchen; we can all sit around the table."
As everybody arrives in the kitchen, Jeff's mom was busy making coffee. She
rummaged around in the refrigerator and came out with half of a cherry pie. Jeff's dad
took his seat, he turned his attention to Jeff. "Jeff, we taught you better manners than
this, please introduce your companion."
"Mom, Dad may I introduce Father Tim; he is the Chaplin at Mary's school and more
importantly for this weekend, he is our lawyer. Father, my parents Valerie and Bill
Baker."
Jeff's mom stopped her fidgeting with the refreshments at this last statement. "Jeff, why
would you need a lawyer? And why didn't you call your father before burdening Mary's
parents?"
"Valerie, give the boy a chance. Father, pleased to meet you. What my wife was really
asking is why SHE wasn't consulted. Jeff has a very level head on his shoulders. I trust
his judgement." With the last Jeff's dad put his hand on his wife's and smiled to take the
sting out of the words.
"Son I have the feeling that this is going to be a long and involved recital, seeing as you
deemed it necessary to bring along not only a priest but your lawyer."
Jeff begins the tale at last Sunday night. He told all, including presenting his heritage
rings to Mary and how they made vows to one another, saying that he considered them
married already.
"Son, are your mother and I going to become grandparents in the near future?"
"That depends upon what you define as the near future. Mary and I want children but
haven't had the opportunity to start the process. In fact, that is part of what tonight's
problem revolves around."
Father Tim started chuckling which turned into a belly laugh. "Your son has a power of
understatement. They are young lovers, full of desire. And fortunately or unfortunately,
they don't seem to be able to take that desire to fruition. I have been trying to get them
to wait until they are really married."
"Mom, Dad, Mary and I were looking for a chance to fully express our love. We wound
up in that downtown park where a bunch of thugs attacked us. As soon as I was able, I
did what was necessary to protect Mary."
Father Tim joined the story telling, he described the happenings at the hospital. Jeff's
mom kept repeating "oh dear", "oh my", " that's dreadful", until her husband stood and
walked behind her and cradled her head in his arms.
"Valerie, he's okay. Stop worrying."
"Bill, what about Mary?"
"Mary?"
"Bill, she's now our daughter too!"
(Timothy, these are good people!)
"Well, son, what seems to be the problem then?"
Father Tim interjected, "The police had some cock and bull notion that the thugs were
helping Mary and Jeff was the attacker."
"Jeff just what were you two doing in the park?"
"We went there because we love each other and nobody is willing to treat us as
persons. We are meant for each other. I love her even more than I love you two."
"Son, if you are going to spend the rest of your life with Mary I sincerely hope that you
love her more than us."
Jeff's dad said, "You did more than your share earlier. Your mom and I never told you
how much we appreciate what you did for the family. It's our turn to return the favor.
What can we do to help? I can start by picking up your car and take it to your Uncle
Ralph's. He probably has a window laying around."
Jeff's mother then suggested that they can move in; she will make room in Barbara's
room for Mary. Little Barb has always wanted a big sister.
"Valerie, what are you thinking?" retorted his dad.
"Bill, a teenage boy with a girl in his room? I don't want the neighbors wagging their
tongues."
"For God's sake woman, they will be a married couple!"
"You mean they will be doing..."
"Yes, that is one of the things married people do, remember?"
The discussion then revolved around Jeff and Mary getting to the hearing and the
logistics of getting Jeff's car to his Uncle Ralph's.
Father Tim bid them goodnight and returned to the rectory.
After a restless night that involved a lot of soul searching, Father Tim awoke.
(Katherine, are you awake?)
(Yes, Timothy dear not much need to sleep up here.)
(You remember your comment last night about helping them fix it?)
(Yes dear, just because I'm dead doesn't mean I'm senile.)
(Do you think they can make it, I mean marrying at this age?)
(We did, Timothy)
(But Katharine, we had a lot of help. And two sets of parents who loved us. Your dad
gave us a house to live in, and my dad put me through college and law school.)
(Timothy, maybe its payback time. Remember, 'Charity begins at home'.)
(Are you suggesting that I take the poverty vow, Dear?)
(Timothy, you don't have to go that far. You will never use all that loot we gathered.)
(Katharine, you know if they keep up as they have been doing, their souls are in
danger.)
(They don't seem to think so, Dear.)
(But Katharine, there are laws and they aren't following them.)
(Timothy, are you sure? I seem to remember that you used to a have a knack for
getting around pesky laws.)
(Katharine, you know I never broke the law. Regulations, maybe? But never laws.)
(Saint Katharine, are you willing to do some aiding and abetting.)
(Timothy! 'Aiding and abetting?' You used to be better with words than that! I am
perfectly willing to render assistance to those in need. Now tell me what you want me to
do.)
(Katharine, would you go talk to Him again? Would you ask Him if He objects to my
bending a few rules {not laws} in His service?)
(Oh, ask me something difficult, Timothy!)
Father Tim dressed and walked over to the church to say the Saturday 8 o'clock Mass.
After mass, Father Tim picked up the conversation.
(Timothy, He said to tell you that laws of nature are His laws. He doesn't care about
'rules', they are made to be circumvented any way.)
(Timothy, Just what are you up to?)
(Tell you later, Katharine. Let me get them through this morning's hearing.)
Father Tim drove to Jeff's house to pick him up then to Mary's to pick her up. There
was a minor confrontation with Mary's parents. Part of which involved Smokey and his
protectiveness that was solved by taking him along for the ride. During the trip into the
city, Father Tim explained to the young couple that he would probably be making many
references to them that imply that they are a married couple. He will be doing that as
their lawyer not as a priest. Ending the conversation with 'that he felt justified in doing
so' since he felt that he could make a strong legal case for a "Marriage in Common
Law."
The round house court was in session when they arrived. The ADA from last night was
late. The police contingent was present and accounted for, including the officer who
opened the door for Jeff. That officer was going to be the accuser, the complaining
witness.
While they waited the judge deposed of several arrangements while waiting for the ADA
who was to handle "The Baker Case". Judge Goldstein had a reputation of being very
hard on out of town kids. When the ADA finally showed up, the case finally got called.
The ADA introduces himself, "Mr. Webber for the Commonwealth."
Judge Goldstein quiped, "You are tardy, Mr. Webber. A little to much bed and not
enough sleep, last night?"
The commonwealth attorney was non-pulsed by the remark. "Your Honor, Pre-arrest
hearings are unusual, I had to gather some facts."
"Gather facts? You should have them before you request any arrest warrant. Even if
you were intending to take it to a magistrate. You should have had at least a good faith
showing. I am reluctantly going to let you slide this time. Don't ever try that excuse with
me ever again."
Father Tim and Jeff had taken their position at the defense stand by this time. Judge
Goldstein inclined his head in their direction as an indication that it was their turn.
"Rev. Timothy Strickland, Esq. for Mr. Baker"
"Mr. Strickland or should I say Father? I didn't recognize you for a moment with that
collar on", came the reply from the bench.
"Yes, Your Honor, it's been awhile since I put in an appearance before you. As for Mr.
vs. Father whatever pleases the court."
"Maybe I should put on my yarmulka, then you can address me as, Your Honor Rabbi
Goldstein. But let's keep it secular; you will be 'Mr.' and I will be simply 'Your Honor'. I
take it that is Mr. Baker standing beside you."
"Yes, Your Honor. This is Mr. Jeffrey Baker."
"How does he plead?"
Jeff started to answer 'not guilty' but was prevented by Father Tim placing his hand on
his arm.
"Your Honor, This is a hearing on an arrest warrant. No charges have been laid as of
yet. Therefore there is nothing for my client to plead to."
"Well, Mr. Webber what does the Commonwealth have to present?"
(Timothy, is it always this relaxed? I never had the chance to see you in action.)
(No, Little One most times everything is very formal.)
The ADA related the police version of the 'facts'. To wit: Jeff came upon two youths
helping a lady in distress and then committed an unprovoked attacked them. Then
while in the process of kidnaping the young woman, he refused to obey a lawful order to
cease and desist. Compounding his torts by threatening said police officer. He
subsequently fled the scene and who knows what he did to the young woman then.
As soon as the ADA finished, Mr. Strickland rose and objected to what the
Commonwealth had alluded to.
Excerpt from the transcript:
Mr (Rev) Strickland: "If it pleases the court, I demand that the commonwealth produce
more than third or fourth hand hearsay."
ADA Webber: Your Honor this is extremely unusual.
Strickland: Yes it is. The Commonwealth's attorney has not even indicated that he has
a sworn statement from any Peace Officer concerning the events. Has Mr. Webber
forgotten the import of the phrase 'Swear out a warrant'?
Webber: I can do better, I can produce the officer involved.
The Honorable Mark Goldstein: Ok both of you, you will address the court and not one
another.
Goldstein: The officer is present?
Webber: Yes, Your Honor.
Goldstein: Bailiff call the Officer. Mr. Webber his name?
Webber: Officer Nicholas Ceepeeoh Your Honor.
Bailiff: Officer Nicholas Ceepeeoh approach the bench and be sworn.
Officer N. Ceepeeoh is sworn.
Webber: Your Honor, do you wish me to qualify the witness?
Strickland: Your Honor, we are willing to accept Mr. Webber's good faith representation
as to the gentleman's status as sworn peace officer.
Webber: Officer, for the record please state your full name, rank and district.
Off. Ceepeeoh: Nicholas Michael Ceepeeoh spelled Charlie-Echo-Echo-Papa-Echo-
Echo-Oscar-Hotel. I am a patrolman second class attached to Park division at Girard
Mansion Station house. My jurisdiction is anywhere in the city/county.
Webber: Last night May 22 and this morning May 23 were you on regularly scheduled
duty between the hours of 11:00 PM Eastern Daylight Time and 7:00 AM EDT.
Strickland: Objection! leading question.
Webber: Your Honor this is so preliminary. I am allowed some leeway.
Goldstein: Mr. Strickland lets get this over with. If you stop picking at the nits, I promise
to keep a short leash on Mr. Webber.
Webber: Officer please tell us what you observed last night as it relates to Mr. Baker
here.
Ceepeeoh: I was patrolling as I normally do. I check that area to chase off couples
using the area for immoral purposes. When I saw that man there...
Webber: You are pointing at Mr. Baker is that correct?
Ceepeeoh: Yea, that guy right there next to the priest. He was carrying a young female
who was crying out in pain. I commanded him to stop and place the woman on the
ground. He didn't do it, in fact he made threatening indications to me. He forced me to
open the door to an automobile that was standing there. He then placed the woman in
the car and mumbled something to me. He then took of in the direction of the hospital. I
checked the condition of the two injured good Samaritans. I then preceded to call in the
incident on my radio.
Webber: If it pleases the court, the Commonwealth respectfully requests that a warrant
be issued for the arrest of one Jeffrey Baker. The primary charges being assault with a
deadly weapon and kidnaping, both charges being felonies of the first order.
Strickland: Objection, I have not had a chance to examine the witness.
Goldstein: Sustained. Mr. Strickland you will have a chance in one moment. Mr.
Webber consideration of your request is postponed until I have heard all the information
available on this event. I hope that you have more concrete evidence than just the
report of this officer. Mr. Strickland you may cross examine the officer now.
Strickland: Good morning, officer, My name is Timothy Strickland. As you noted earlier I
am a Priest. Just so that you know I am also a member of the bar; I am representing
Mr. Baker. With that out of the way; you said that you observed my client carrying a
young woman. Can you give the court her name or otherwise identify her?
Ceepeeoh: I don't know her name but that's her sitting behind you.
Strickland: For the record, you are pointing to Mary Baker, who happens to be Mr.
Baker's wife.
[noise from spectators and the bench]
Strickland: You also stated that Mr. Baker made threatening indications to you. Is not a
better description of the event that Mr. Baker was being protective of his injured wife?
Ceepeeoh: He had a fierce look about him. And there were two people laying on the
ground clearly injured by someone.
Strickland: I take it that is a yes.
Webber: Objection! He is putting words in the officers mouth.
Goldstein: Sustained. Mr. Strickland rephrase.
Strickland: Officer, is it possible that this new information changes your opinion of what
you saw? A simple yes or no will do.
Ceepeeoh: Yes. It's possible that he was being protective of the woman.
Strickland: You said that my client said something to you after you opened the door to
his car. By the way, did you find out later that it was indeed his automobile?
Ceepeeoh: Yes, I was told later that the car in question is registered to a Jeffrey Baker.
I am not exactly sure what he said though.
Strickland: Could it have been, "Thank, you"?
Ceepeeoh: Yes, that seems to fit now that you say it.
Strickland: You said that Mr. Baker took off in the direction of the hospital. How did you
know that is where he was headed and not to say some secluded spot?
Ceepeeoh: He said that was where he was taking her.
Strickland: Oh. Next you referred to the two injured people as good Samaritans, Why?
Ceepeeoh: They told the ambulance attendants that they stopped to help a woman in
distress and were attacked by someone.
Strickland: Then is it a fair statement to say that you really don't know what happened
there last night?
Ceepeeoh: I guess so.
Strickland: Yes or no, Please.
Ceepeeoh: Yes.
Strickland: Your Honor, I have no further questions of the witness at this time.
Goldstein: Mr. Webber, anything further?
Webber: No, Your Honor.
Goldstein: Mr. Webber are you sure you don't have any other information to provide the
court?
Webber: The Commonwealth is done, Your Honor, other than your ruling on our earlier
motion.
Goldstein: Mr. Strickland do you have anything else at this time?
Strickland: I would like to call Mrs. Baker at this time.
Goldstein: Bailiff call the witness.
Bailiff: Mrs. Baker approach the bench and be sworn.
{Mrs. Baker is duly sworn}
Strickland: Mary, please state for the record your full name and county of residence.
Mrs. Baker: Mary Susan Baker We live in Montgomery County, in this State.
Strickland: Mary do you mean this Commonwealth?
Mrs. Baker: Yes, Father Tim.
Strickland: Without violating marital privilege, tell us about last night beginning when
you reached the spot in the park.
Mrs. Baker: Jeff and I had been stopped for a few moments when something broke the
window of our car. The next thing I remember clearly was two men holding me and
ripping at my dress. Then my husband coming around the car and throwing something
at the goons who were attacking me. Just before Jeff got him, the one who was doing
the holding twisted my arm causing me to scream in pain. The next thing I am fully
aware of was the doctor examining me at the hospital.
Strickland: Mary just to be sure. Jeff was not attacking you. He was defending you; is
that correct?
Mrs. Baker: Yes, Jeff would never hurt me.
Strickland: Thank you, Mary. I have nothing more for this witness, Your Honor.
Goldstein: Mr. Webber, do you have any questions?
Webber: Yes, Your Honor.
Goldstein: Then proceed.
Webber: Mrs. Baker, why did you stop in the park?
Strickland: Objection! Why they stopped falls under the marital privilege rules.
Goldstein: Sustained. Mr. Webber don't even think of going there! It is covered in too
much precedent to even contemplate.
Webber: Your Honor, they are just kids, it doesn't count.
Goldstein: I am going to pretend that I did not hear that. One more word from you on
the subject will put you in serious jeopardy.
Webber: Yes, I apologize to the court. The Commonwealth respectively request an
answer on our request for the warrant. Mr. Baker disobeyed a police officer we can't
have that.
Goldstein: Anything else Mr. Strickland?
Strickland: Your Honor, we petition the court to dismiss this request.
Goldstein: I deny the Commonwealth's request for a warrant. And since I believe the
people and the police have acted in poor faith, I am going to make a determination of
fact.
Judge Goldstein's Dictum: This court finds that: Mr. Baker acted in a reasonable and
prudent manner, when he refused to put his injured wife on the ground. He did not
threaten a police officer; he merely requested his assistance. Furthermore his actions in
defense of his wife's virtue are entirely within bounds of defense of another in mortal
danger, ego ipse eloquor.
End of excerpt.
Judge Goldstein added an off the record comment to Father Tim and Jeff. " Mr. Baker
and Tim, it's a shame your client didn't get the third one. It would have saved these
incompetents the trouble of finding the real culprits.
(Timothy, I am so proud of you. Now what are we going to do to help our children?)
(Katharine, that is what we are going to discuss on the way back to the rectory.)
To Be Continued.
Copyright 2004 Saint George all rights reserved.
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Becoming my son's Lover
Things started changing for me about 18 months ago and since then life has never been better or more exciting for me, my name is Sarah and l am 44 and married with a son who is 24 and a daughter of 19, l take pride in keeping my figure mainly through vigorous exercise and good diet and my 38ee tits are still quite firm.
My son finished college 2 years ago and got a job with an international investment firm straight from college and he was soon pulling in a high 6 figure salary with additional bonuses both myself and my husband were proud of him and he soon brought his own house on an exclusive estate and moved out.
About a year ago my husband's firm had to make some cutbacks and he was put on short time and this put a strain on our finances and l happened to mention this to my son who smiled and suggested that perhaps l would like to work for him part time, he told me that he had been promoted at work and was now in charge of the regional office and he needed a personal assistant l laughed and said it depends how personal you need your assistant to be he laughed and said `She has to do whatever the job needs in order to get it done'.
I agreed mainly because we needed the money and my son gave me a knowing smile and suggested that he took me out shopping to get some appropriate work clothing and we agreed that l would start on the following Monday and at the weekend he would take me shopping.
My Husband wasn't too happy about the situation but agreed it was probably better me working for our son rather than a stranger and besides the money would be extremely useful and l spent the next few days putting arrangements in place for our daughter getting to school etc.
My son picked me up early on the Saturday morning and we drove away to my surprise we didn't go to the local shopping mall but to an exclusive shopping boutique where all the clothing in the window had no prices, without a second glance my son walked in where a slim blonde woman in her 30's came up and said `Mr Jones how nice to see you again', he smiled and grasping her leather gloved hand kissed the top of it and said `A pleasure as always Francine, may l introduce Ms Hawkins my new PA she needs a wardrobe to reflect her position'.
Francine nodded and indicated to a pair of comfortable chairs `Please sit down Maxine will bring you some coffee whilst we prepare the room', a young dusky skinned girl dressed as a French maid with long black leather gloves and the shortest skirt l have seen which showed her stocking tops came through with a silver coffee set and poured two cups of coffee.
As we sipped our coffee l looked across at Peter and said `This is going to cost you a fortune why don't we go to JC Penny's', he smiled at me and caressing my hand said `Mother we have a strict dress code at the office and besides the firm pays for all this and I will not have you looking out of place, that's why l introduced you using your maiden name'.
Francine returned looking elegant in her business suit and smiling said to me `Ms Hawkins if you would like to come with me we are ready to measure you for your wardrobe', she led me into a small room with mirrors all around and a raised dais standing there was two young Asian women both dressed in white blouses tucked into short black leather skirts with knee black leather boots and l noticed both women were also wearing black leather gloves which were pulled over their blouse sleeves and reached just below their elbows.
Looking at me Francine smiled and said `If you could strip off please Ms Hawkins this will help us get the most accurate measurements so we can fit you properly', l started to take my blouse and skirt off which one of the girls took and hang on a hanger next came my shoes and tights l stopped there and Francine smiled and said `Everything please', l shrugged and removed my bra and sensible panties and stood there in the nude.
One of the girls produced a tape measure and started measuring every part of my body the touch of the soft leather of the gloves made me tingle and l started to be aroused and my nipples started perking up, the feel of the leather clad finger as it brushed my pussy as she took my inside leg measurement made me shudder in desire and l noticed that Francine smiled as she saw my reaction.
Once the girls had all of my measurements Francine told them to get the outfits that she had selected and l looked around for my clothes only to notice that they had disappeared Francine smiled and said `Don't worry we are just freshening them up for you for when you leave' she was holding a long ivory satin dressing gown for me to put on, l looked at her and asked a question which had been bugging me since we had arrived `Francine l noticed that all the staff are dressed in leather and wear gloves why is that'.
Smiling Francine held up a cigarette and said `Do you mind?', she lit up and exhaled then spoke again `The owner has a strict dress code and he believes that with all the staff wearing leather gloves it promotes hygiene as well as giving a certain mystique for the staff', `oh' was all that l said in response and l had to admit it felt rather erotic being touched by women wearing leather gloves.
I slipped my feet into some slippers that were provided and Francine led me into a small salon where Peter was reading a magazine and another coffee set was perched on the table I was invited to sit down and relax whilst the staff selected various outfits for me to try on, Francine sat opposite and poured coffee for me whilst Peter lit up a cigarette and offered me one l accepted even though l have been trying to give up.
I looked around and noticed that we were the only customers around and l mentioned this and Francine smiled and said `Ms Hawkins people come here by appointment and in that way we can cater for our client's special needs without distraction, Mr Jones company expects its staff to be the best and dress accordingly and that's why they come to us'.
Peter was looking very smug and l began to smell a rat and asked `So how long in advance do you have to book an appointment?', Francine smiled and said `Oh at least a month in advance but Mr Jones requested a special booking which we were happy to oblige him for', this led to my next question which was `How much does a client tend to spend with you' Francine smiled and replied `Oh l'd say at least 5 if not 6 figures' l looked at my son who just shrugged and replied `Only the best for my PA, only the best'.
Before l could rebut one of the Asian woman appeared and nodded to Francine who smiled and said `Ah, it appears we have the first selection for you to try on and model', with that she got up and led me back into the changing area where a rack of various leather items was hung up and l stopped dead in shock.
Francine looked at me and smiling said `Ms Hawkins shall we try the outfits on before we start the show l'm sure Mr Jones will want to see how his PA will look in the outfits', the Asian women stepped up and made me feel just like a Victorian lady as they first fitted me with a black satin Basque which fitted like a second skin and then sitting me down rolled a pair of black silk stockings up my legs and attached them to the suspenders dangling down from the Basque.
Next she pulled a pair of black leather knee high boots which appeared to be really supple and slid my feet into them before zipping them up they gripped my calves nice and tightly and with the 4" stiletto heels made me stand straighter, the other Asian woman then slid a black silk thong and pulled it up making sure that it fitted well this involved her sliding her leather gloved fingers across my moist pussy lips and l sighed at the sensual nature of the touch.
The first outfit l tried on was a black leather business suit with the skirt coming to just above the knee and a normal blazer, it didn't quite fit straight and Francine and the Asian ladies made notes and used chalk to mark where alterations needed to be made, next I tried on a pair of black lycra trousers which were teamed with a black scoop neck leotard style top and a pair of black thigh length boots with 5" stiletto heels these were deemed to be acceptable and they were placed to one side.
The final outfit was a short black leather mini- skirt with a cropped top and again this was considered suitable and the items that were required to altered were sent out back, Francine smiled at me and said `Now we will give you lessons in suitable styles of make-up and perhaps change your hairstyle with that she led me out of the changing room and into a salon room where a hairdresser and make-up artist were waiting.
Over the next hour l was pampered and my hair was completely restyled and l was taught new ways of applying make-up which accentuated my eyes and made me look quite alluring, l had to admit that l was made to look 15 years younger with the hairstyle and change of make-up Francine nodded in approval and guided me back to the changing area.
Inside the outfits had been altered and were waiting for me to put on again l put on a purple silk blouse and at Francine's suggestion l left one button more than l would have normally have been comfortable with undone, the knee high boots were next and then one of the Asian woman held the skirt so that l could step into it and she zipped me up at the back l noticed straight away that it fitted perfectly and l went to put the blazer on and Francine smiled and said `not yet, we have to add some accessories first'.
Holding out a leather gloved hand one of the Asian woman placed a pair of long black leather gloves in Francine's hand and she smiled saying `We want men to know who is boss don't we dear', l slipped my hand into one of the gloves it was so soft and supple and l had to admit l felt a thrill as l pulled it up one of the Asian women showed me how to pull it over the tight sleeve of the silk blouse and smooth out any wrinkles, the other one followed it and Francine then placed a gold female Rolex watch on my left wrist and several rings including one which looked very similar to my wedding band on my left hand, l put the jacket on and the collar of the blouse was straightened out.
Looking into the full length mirror l almost didn't recognise myself as l saw a tall imposing blonde haired woman staring back l had to admit that the outfit fitted me extremely well and Francine smiled and opened the door to the changing room, l walked out and there was my son standing here with a cigarette in his hand and he was smiling broadly l strutted up to him on my 4" stiletto heels and putting on a French accent l purred `Hi there do you have a spare cigarette?'.
For the first time in a long time l saw my son blush and he hastily pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to me l whispered `Merci, monsieur' and l happened to glance down and saw a very noticeable bulge in his groin area, he flicked a lighter and l held his hand with my gloved hand and lit my cigarette I was shocked that l appeared to have turned my son on what was more shocking was the fact that l happened to enjoy the fact.
Giving my son a twirl l smiled and said `What do you think? not bad for an old lady', my son growled and leaned in and said `A sexy mature MILF I would say it really suits you', I decided to tease him a bit and flirtingly said `You don't think it's a bit mutton dressed up as lamb do you?'.
My son shook his head and l smiled and caressed his cheek with my leather gloved hand and said `You say the most wonderful things for an old girl', with that l walked back to the changing room putting a little bit more sway into my walk', when l got inside l shivered as l realised I had been flirting with my son and we had both enjoyed it in fact if l admitted it l was getting aroused.
Francine grabbed my face with her leather gloved hands and kissed me passionately and probed with her tongue this took me aback for a second but my body started to respond as she released me she said `Trs bien, you have got him right where you want him', `what do you mean?' I asked, Francine smiled and pulled back a section of the mirror which showed a window which looked out onto the lounge.
I saw my son adjusting quite a noticeable bulge in his trousers and l felt quiet pleased that l had managed to get that reaction out of my son after all it was more than l had got from my husband over the last 6 months, I felt the zip of my skirt being pulled down and Francine smiled again and said `Well let's take him to the next level shall we'.
One of the Asian women unzipped the boots and l stepped out of them and l immediately felt small again the other Asian woman pulled the rings and other items of jewellery off my fingers and wrist and then slid the gloves off my hands and this was followed by the blouse being un buttoned and removed so l was standing in just a Basque & stockings, Francine reached over and pulled a pair of red leather trousers which I put on and they were extremely tight fitting, this was followed by a pair of thigh high black leather boots with 6" stiletto heels which had laces all the way up the front of the legs and a zip on the side.
Next Francine pulled the cups of my Basque down so that the nipples were exposed and she cupped my tits with her leather gloved hands and her fingers teased and pinched my nipples so that they started to poke out, once she was satisfied she produced a red lycra scoop top with short sleeves and helped me pull it over my head, my nipples were sticking out like bullets and l had to admit glancing in the mirror l looked like a right slut but l didn't care.
A pair of opera length black leather gloves with two lines of small silver press studs running up the outside of the gloves were produced and again l was given assistance to make sure that they were wrinkle free, a short bolero black leather jacket completed the outfit and just as l was about to go out Francine lit a cigarette and placed it between my scarlet painted lips and smiled saying `Go reel him in my dear'.
The door was opened and l walked out with a definite swagger and the look on my son's face was all that l could have desired and as he stood up l took a long drag of the cigarette and smiling said in my most seductive voice `Looking for a good time Hun', my son stammered and struggled to get any words out and l decided to raise the temperature and reached out with my other gloved hand and stroked his bulging cock with two fingers and used the most corny line l knew `Is that a sausage you hiding down there or is your old mum getting you hard Son'.
He groaned and squirmed and pulling me close to him whispered `Mother if l had my way l would have you over the table feeding you my cock right now', l was shocked but this rapidly gave way to lust and l just whispered back `You would take your mother like a common whore in front of these people you naughty boy', with that l took another drag of my cigarette and blew smoke into his face and squeezed his cock and walked back.
I was now extremely excited as l returned to the changing room and Francine smiled and said `You look like you are ready to go all the way my dear', l leaned over and kissed her and said `How far do you allow customers to go Francine', she laughed and said `You'll be surprised how many people have fucked in that room and we have seen and participated in some really hard-core affairs'.
Looking at her and taking a long drag on my cigarette l said `I need the most sluttish office outfit you have and let's see what happens', Francine smiled and replied `My Dear l know exactly what will happen', with the assistance of the two Asian ladies' l was quickly stripped down to my Basque and stockings and Francine spoke quickly in a foreign language to them both laughed and stepped out.
They returned with a black leather mini dress which was strapless it barely covered my tits and arse and the stockings were clearly on show the leather was really soft and thin and my nipples were clearly on show, Francine removed my thong saying it would only be in the way and another pair of thigh high black leather boots with 5" stiletto heels was produced these didn't have the lacing on them and they came up to just below the tops of my stockings.
Francine then produced the longest pair of black leather gloves I had ever seen which when worn came up to nearly my shoulders l put them on and looked in the mirror Francine frowned then reached for a black leather studded choker and put that on me, she leaned in and kissed me fully on the lips and l could feel two leather clad fingers slip into my wet pussy and finger fuck me whilst we kissed.
I came almost immediately partly as a result of not having been fucked in nearly 6 months but also the fact that l was so turned on by the effect that the fashion show was having on my son and the fact that he appeared to be hung like a donkey, Francine raised her leather gloved fingers which were covered in my juices and she sucked a finger clean then smiling offered me another leather covered finger which was glistening with my juices and without thinking l sucked the juices off and enjoyed the taste of myself.
Composing myself l nodded and Francine opened the door and l walked out and my son got his first glimpse of my outfit and he just smiled and l walked up to him and put my arms around his neck and whispered `Now you were saying about taking me over a table my perverted son, l hope you aren't just talk or l'm going to have to go outside dressed like this and see how long it takes someone to give me what l need'.
As l was talking l was grinding myself up against his bulging groin and he surprised me by lifting me up and placing me on the table and reaching down and undoing his trousers which promptly fell to his ankles, he growled at me and moved around so l could see his cock which was standing proud ready to go into action he moved up towards my face and l just did what l had to do and grabbed it with my leather gloved hand and stroked it, it was thick as an Italian salami and about 12" long in fact he was twice as big and thick as his father.
I kissed the tip and then ran my tongue down its length whilst l felt 2 of his fingers slide into my wet pussy and then say `No knickers and you're wet as fuck, I'd say that you're ready to be well and truly fucked mother', my reply was to take his cock into my mouth well about 7" of it and he groaned as l did this l could see that Francine had her skirt pulled up and one of the Asian women was on her knees licking her pussy watching us.
Releasing his rock hard cock from my mouth l just growled at him `Fuck me hard son', at that moment l didn't care who knew what our relationship was all l cared about was getting my son's cock into my pussy he just smiled and said `If that is what mother wants, that's what mother shall get', he positioned himself between my legs and then raised one leather booted leg onto his shoulder and slid his 12" cock into my wet pussy l screamed in delight as he filled me up and then he pulled the other leg up onto the other shoulder and thrust engulfing me completely on his cock.
He started fucking me hard and fast making my tits bounce and l started to come almost straight away as his cock was rubbing my clit as he thrust in and out and he smiled and said `Is this what you want Mummy, your son pounding his young hard cock into your wanton sluttish pussy', all l could do was smiled and murmur back `oh yes l want you to fuck mummy until you come and spurt your seed up her wanton pussy'.
I could feel another orgasm approaching and l extorted him to fuck me harder and he smiled and leant down pushing my booted legs so that they were nearly behind my ears and kissed me, this pushed me over the edge and l came with such force that it hurt and l felt my pussy get flooded with my juices this in turn triggered his own orgasm and he pumped several streams of cum into my pussy.
My son pulled out and l could see his cock glistening with my juices and it was still hard Francine came wandering over and kneeling down took his cock into her mouth, the Asian woman who had been eating Francine's pussy came over and started licking my pussy and cleaning it of my son's and my juices over in the corner l saw that the young dusky girl in the French maid's outfit had put on a black strap-on and was busy fucking the other Asian woman.
The Asian woman was busy licking my pussy and to my surprise I felt myself getting excited again and I grabbed her hair and pulled her tighter into my pussy and she responded by grabbing my arse and sliding a leather gloved finger up my puckered arsehole and pulling it in and out like she was fucking me this made me come and l released yet another lot of pussy juice this time into a woman's mouth.
Seeing me come my son leaned over and whispered `It seems that mummy has found something else she enjoys' he then pulled me closer and kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth I responded as l had never come as many times before and l didn't give a fuck that it was my son responsible for it.
We were interrupted by Francine who was once again the professional dresser who said `I think this might be a good time for us to get refreshed don't you think Mr Jones, if you and your mother l mean Ms Hawkins would follow me' she smiled showing us that she knew who l was and l really didn't give a damn, my son nodded and said `An excellent suggestion Francine myself and Ms Hawkins will be going to Madeleine's for lunch so if you could sort suitable clothing I would be obliged'.
We were led into separate rooms with showering facilities l noticed that the young girl dressed as a French maid went in with my son and l smiled knowing what would probably happen and l was surprised when the two Asian women stepped in with me, very expertly they stripped me whilst at the same time caressing my tits and pussy and surrounding areas so that when l stepped into the very large shower l was tingling and ready to explode once more.
It didn't surprise me when both women both naked stepped into the shower and using mittens soaped me all over and gave me a thorough yet very sexual soaping and l came as soon as one of the women slid a dildo shaped loofah into my wet pussy and we were soon kissing and caressing each other under the spray and l fingered one of the women to orgasm and she shuddered and moaned in a foreign language as she came.
Stepping out of the shower l was wrapped in a large soft towel and the two women dried me and then placed me in a chair in front of a mirror where the make-up artist came and started redoing my make-up, the two women disappeared still naked and were gone for about 10 minutes.
When they reappeared they were both dressed and were carrying some clothing also Francine also reappeared and smiling said `We have selected a stylish and sexy outfit for you to wear to Madeleine's so let's get you ready for your son', l looked at Francine who smiled back and then said `If I had a son like that I would have fucked him long ago, how long has it been since you last had a good hard fuck', I smiled and said `Too long' she just nodded and said `Enjoy it and ignore what other people think'.
The make-up artist had finished and Francine steered me over to the dressing area where the two Asian women were waiting and as l approached they smiled and I smiled back, they held up a pair of white ski pants which l slid my legs into and they clung very tightly l looked at Francine and said `No panties?', she smiled and said `Those pants are so clingy that any sort of underwear shows so we feel that it is best to go commando', next was a white bustier which allowed my nipples to be on display whilst pushing my ample tits up this was followed by a white thin silk polo neck jumper and a pair of black leather knee high boots with 6" stiletto heels these were pulled over the ski pants.
Francine then produced a pair of black leather gloves which reached to my mid arm which were pulled over the jumper sleeves and placed a Rolex watch on my left wrist and a charm bracelet on my right wrist a black leather biker style jacket was then produced which along with a Chanel black leather bag completed my outfit l exchanged the contents of my purse and Francine put a pack of Virginia 100's in there as well.
Walking arm in arm into the reception area my son was sitting there and he stood up as he saw us he kissed Francine and then looked at me and smiled l moved forward and grabbed him and kissed him passionately forcing my tongue into his mouth and with a gloved hand started massaging his cock, he responded and as we broke he said `I assume then that what happened this morning wasn't a one off', l looked at him and smiled saying `I expect plenty of mother/son bonding like that on a regular basis'.
Francine then produced a couple of pieces of paper and asked `So where do you want us to deliver the clothing then', my son looked at me and smiled saying `The office outfits should be delivered to the following address' and he rattled off my home address, Francine nodded and replied `They'll be delivered tomorrow afternoon, what about the other outfits', my son said `Deliver them to my address when you can' he looked at me and said `That's alright with you Ms Hawkins?', l smiled back and replied with a straight face `Perfectly Mr Jones'.
We got ready to go when one of the Asian women came out with an overnight bag and said something to Francine who smiled and said `Here are your clothes plus something extra just in case for this afternoon', she leaned over and whispered in my ear and said `If you fuck your son this afternoon we have put something special in there so change first you won't regret it l promise'.
Walking out of the shop we strolled across to his car and l noticed that plenty of male eyes were looking my way so l snuggled up closer to my son who smiled and said `So how does the new version of my mother like the attention she is receiving', l laughed and said `She loves it especially as she knows that her son likes it as well' he laughed and replied `Mother you dress like that l will promise you one thing' l looked at him quizzically and he smiled `You will be getting plenty more of what you got this morning after all l still have two holes to christen yet'.
Those words were just what l wanted to hear and my pussy started to throb with the thought of my son fucking me again very soon, we arrived back at his car which was a BMW Convertible and he helped me into the passenger seat and then jumped into the driver's seat, he started the engine and pressed the button which retracted the roof and lighting 2 cigarettes he handed one to me and smiled saying `I want all the men and the women around to know what sort of babe gets to ride in this car' l laughed and stroked his groin with a leather gloved finger and he moaned l then realised that he had a definite leather fetish and l was rapidly joining him in sharing it.
I had to admit that l enjoyed my day so far but l was concerned about the amount of money that my son had spent on me so far and l mentioned it to him and he laughed and said `Mother all of the clothing will be paid for by the firm and they write it off against their tax bill as corporate uniforms, even my 10,000 dollar suits from London are paid for by the firm so don't fret it'.
We pulled up outside Madeleine's a very exclusive restaurant where if you have to ask how much it costs you can't afford it and a top hatted concierge walked over and opened the passenger door for me he also held a hand out to me and assisted me in getting out of the car, my son threw the car keys to the valet who caught them and my overnight bag was picked up by the concierge who followed us into the restaurant.
Inside a host stood by a lectern who smiled when he saw my son and said `Mr Jones a pleasure to see you again and on a weekend and who is this delightful young lady who is with you', my son nodded and said `Andre this is Ms Hawkins and I expect you to show her the same courtesy and service that you show me as she works for my company', he bent over and picking up my leather gloved hand he caressed it before kissing it and murmuring ` A lady with the taste for the finer things in life' I just smiled a knowing smile thinking if only he had seen the position I was in just over an hour previously.
He ushered us inside the dimly lit restaurant and l noticed that all the tables were set in alcoves and the main area was clear for dancing and other events, several of the tables were occupied generally with older men and younger women however l noticed one older woman with a younger man at a table and it was obvious that they were intimate as her hand was moving up and down.
We were led to a side alcove where the place settings were next to each other and we could see out into the rest of the restaurant like most of the tables, Peter noticed my interest and he leaned across and whispered in my ear `they have some interesting parties here for some select clients and the dance floor is used for some interesting floor shows, if you're interested we might come here one night', I squeezed his groin and felt his cock which was quite large even when soft and smiled and said `I would love that'.
The waitress arrived at that point and my son quickly ordered for both of us `Steak, medium rare with the Italian salad and ask the wine consomm to select a bottle of a good red wine to accompany it, we will have a bottle of Bollinger '69 to start with thank you', the waitress nodded and walked away, looking at me my son smiled and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a large envelope and placed it in front of me.
He reached for his packet of cigarettes and opened it and offered me one l took it and he took one out and then lit them with his gold lighter and smiled before saying `Mom, in front of you is the standard company contract for a PA/ Office manager, before you start reading it and signing it l need to explain some things to you and you need to make your own decision first', l nodded wondering what was making him go serious on me.
He continued `Firstly the company l work for is a Swiss company and they pay top dollar for complete loyalty and total dedication, now quite often l am expected to put in 60-70 hour weeks and fly across the world at the drop of a hat. Now if you accept this job the same will apply to you and l need to know would you do whatever is necessary in order to get the business for the firm'.
Thinking for a few moments l knew that my husband had used quite a bit of our savings in order to keep the payments up on the house and other necessary expenses and to be honest after what had happened this morning l had rekindled my sex drive and l actually was beginning to resent my husband for being how he was, my son took my silence for indecision and said `Mother why don't you look at the contract first and then give me your answer', l opened the envelope and pulled out several sheets of paper.
The top sheet said Ressler investments and stated that this was a contract of employment between the above named company and my maiden name for the position of PA / Office manager or equivalent position, the next sheet explained that my base salary was $125,000 a year plus bonuses and other considerations and at the bottom was room for two signatures one of which was mine and the other was a scrawl and just had president of company.
I looked at my son in shock and he smiled as the waiter brought over a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and 2 glasses he nodded and the waiter poured the champagne into the glasses, my son looked at me and said `I assume that the salary is acceptable', l just nodded and he smiled and raised a glass and l numbly picked up the other one and we clinked glasses and drank.
My son said `Of course Mr Ressler doesn't like the idea of taxes but accepts them as a necessary evil so what he does is put what you pay in taxes into a share portfolio which we manage and the dividends along with your bonus will be paid into a Swiss bank account which we will open for you, finding my voice I asked `Peter how much did you earn last year then', he smiled and replied `1.5 million dollars mum, that wasn't including the bonus which came to 6 million dollars for each member of the office, oh and l earnt just over 300,000 dollars from my share portfolio'.
At that point our food arrived and my son smiled and said `Eat up after all you are going to need your strength for what l have planned this afternoon', l raised an eyebrow and said `What do you have planned then', laughing he said `Keep this to yourself but l have met this extremely kinky older woman who qualifies as a Milf and l plan on fucking her senseless this afternoon', l smiled and felt myself getting wet and replied `Oh you can bet she is looking forward to it my boy, so you better eat all your salad as she might be looking to do the same to you'.
We chatted about various inconsequential things as we ate the delicious meal and finished both the red wine and the champagne and at the end coffee was served along with a glass of fine brandy and then the waiter brought the humidifier and offered my son a Havana cigar, he looked at me and winked as it was lit by the Waiter l pulled out my cigarettes and the waiter lit it for me l noticed that he was having trouble keeping his eyes off my chest which pleased me immensely.
My Son produced a gold fountain pen and opened it with a flourish and handed it across to me and l smiled and signed my signature on the contract, he looked at me and smiled saying `mother you will not regret this l promise you, life will not be the same for you again' little did l know how true that was to turn out to be.
The Host came over and checked that the meal was acceptable and we both nodded and Peter taking a long drag on his cigar said `Andre l appear to have had too much to drink is it possible for the limo to take us home and for someone to drive my car back to my house', without a thought the Host nodded and said `Of course Mr Jones no problem it will be about 10 minutes if that's ok, will there be anything else?', Peter nodded and said `Oh the booking for my party on Friday there will be one extra is that a problem', shaking his head the host smiled and replied `of course not.'
A few minutes later the waiter brought over the bill and Peter looked at it added an extra amount and then presented a black American express card for payment and the waiter inserted it into the card reader and nodded as payment went through, the host nodded and Peter stood up and offered his arm to me l snuggled into his arm and as we walked l felt my son's hand move down onto my arse and start caressing it as we walked out.
Outside was a long stretch limousine and a man in a chauffeur's uniform standing at the rear doors and waiting to open it for us l had to admit that this was all new to me but I was more than happy to get used to it, as l got in l felt my son's hand fondle my backside and one finger trace the camel toe the tight ski pants had made l moaned in pleasure as l felt raw sexual desire course through my body and l slid into the luxurious leather seats and smiled at him.
He got in and sat right next to me l could see that his outline of his cock in his tight trousers and feeling a bit mischievous l traced it with leather gloved nail and said in a sultry voice `That looks like it needs a little bit of attention sir', he didn't stop me as l slowly unzipped his trousers and exposed his cock it appeared l wasn't the only one who was going commando this lunchtime, l pulled it out and stroked it lovingly using my leather covered nails which caused it to twitch.
Smiling at him l said `Something is pleased to see me l notice' my son laughed and replied `Mother there is nothing like an experienced mature woman who knows what she is doing and what she wants, if I'm not careful l'll ruin you for dad', l leaned over and with my other leather gloved hand stroked the side of his face and said quietly `Peter you have already ruined me for your father, do you think l am going to be content with a quick 5 minute fumble like your father thinks sex is, l now expect a good hard fucking with several orgasms and plenty of other kinky things' l then kissed him hard and forced my tongue into his mouth, he responded by playing with my tits and pulling the nipples through the silk jumper making them really hard.
I could feel his cock stiffening up in my gloved hand and for a moment l felt cheated that l was wearing tight ski pants as l would have liked nothing better than straddling him and impaling myself on his rigid member, l smiled and said `Something is definitely ready for some attention, next time we are in a limo l will wear a short skirt and no knickers so l can take full advantage this time l will do something else l think you'll like', with that l leant down and kissed the tip of his cock and then slowly took him into my mouth he was big and l had to gulp in order to take the last 4" but l managed it and put scarlet lipstick on his balls in order to mark my what l was beginning to look as my property.
Bobbing my head up and down l used my tongue to lick around his cock and l got several moans of appreciation and l could feel his fingers stroking my pussy lips through the thin material of my ski pants and the effect was electric and l could feel myself getting wet, after several minutes' l could feel his balls beginning to tighten up and l brought my leather gloved hand up and played with his balls and l was rewarded with him spurting several thick spurts of cum he tasted lovely and sweet and l savoured the taste of him as l cleaned his cock with my tongue.
The driver was a complete professional and the only reaction from him was a quick raising of an Eyebrow and nothing more l quickly tucked my son away and zipped him back up, but l promised myself the next time l would be wearing a skirt so l could get the full benefit of his skilled hands, we pulled up into the driveway of a large detached house and l was shocked at the size of the house l knew that my son resided in a wealthy area but l didn't realise how big his place was.
The chauffeur got out and opened the door and we got out and the front door opened and a tall black woman dressed in a French maid's costume made out of black leather with thigh high boots and shoulder length black leather gloves stood there she stood over 6' tall in her heels and she had 40ee boobs which stretched the leather almost too it's breaking point and she smiled as she saw my son, he nodded and said `Jasmine this is Ms Hawkins a colleague from work she will be with us for a few hours she has a bag in the car'.
She nodded and turned around and called `Wimp, come and get the mistress's bag' a small wimpy black man who was a good 4" shorter than her came trotting out in a loincloth l raised my eyebrows and looked at my son who just had an amused smile on his face, Jasmine looked at my son who smiled and said `Please put it in the master bedroom' she smiled and looked at me once more this time with a more interested look and then nodded.
The man took my bag and disappeared into the house and Peter turned to me and said `Ms Hawkins this is Jasmine my housekeeper she looks after me and most of my needs', l raised my eyebrow and Jasmine held her leather gloved hand out and we shook hands taking stock on each other Peter laughed and said `Ladies l have more than enough for both of you and besides Jasmine you also have Tyrone as well to give you what you need'.
Jasmine smiled a big broad smile and laughing turned to me and held her arms out and said `Ms Hawkins please forgive me l have got so used to having two big cocked studs to keep me fulfilled as well as my wimpy husband to keep me clean down there' seeing the confused look on my face she smiled and said `He took your bag in, he only has a 5" cock so l keep him caged and allow him to clean me with his tongue'.
We walked into the living room and on the coffee table was a selection of fruit juices chilling in jugs with glasses on a tray, Peter invited me to sit down on the settee and l did sinking into the soft luxurious leather he sat beside me and casually put his arm around me and started stroking my breast and nipple l shuddered in desire as it was so sensitive and Jasmine gave me a look as she poured out juice and bent over exposing the tops of her huge mounds.
Feeling adventurous l reached up with a leather gloved hand and cupped one of her tits and squeezed gently and said with a smile `Hmmmmm, they feel lovely l'd love to get to know them better', Jasmine gave a wry smile and l said `My dear l'm sure that the man of the house has more than enough for both of us don't you think', Jasmine laughed and then smiled saying `Sorry Ms Hawkins l'm not used to Peter bringing anyone female back to the house'.
Laughing l decided to take a chance `Well it's only right that a mother comes round and checks out where her son is living', as l said that l started stroking my son's now quite hard cock Jasmine looked at Peter then me and Peter smiled and said `ladies now that you have had your little bitch fight can we be at peace as l have a hard cock which is needing attention from two of the kinkiest ladies' l know'.
Looking at Jasmine he smiled and said `Is Tyrone around?' Jasmine smiled and said `oh yes he's just taking a shower', Peter smiled and said `Excellent l think if he joins us we can have a 4 some and you can get your husband to watch and clean up what do you think?' Jasmine smiled and nodded, l nodded as well and said `Well I need to change into something more suitable' Jasmine raised an eyebrow and Peter said `Jasmine take my mother up to the playroom and l'll go tell Tyrone it's time for him to earn his keep and we'll see you soon'.
With that he got up and strode out of the room Jasmine smiled and said `Your own son', she shook her head and said `You're a kinky bitch not that l can say anything as Tyrone is my son as well' She held out a leather gloved hand to me and l grasped it and she effortlessly pulled me up and smiled saying `Ms Hawkins' l leaned over and said `Perhaps you should call me Sarah as l'm sure we are going to become very good friends indeed'.
I leaned in and kissed her full on the lips and she responded by grasping the back of my neck and aggressively pushing her tongue into my mouth we spent a minute exploring each other's mouths and Jasmine smiled and said `Sarah the two of us will soon have our hands, mouths, pussies and possibly our arses completely and utterly used by the two insatiable studs upstairs', l laughed and said `hopefully we will totally drain their balls so they can only watch whilst we carry on with each other Jasmine smiled and licked her lips and smiled.
She led me upstairs and into a large bedroom where the biggest bed l had even seen was in the middle of it all the walls and ceiling were mirrored and as l looked around Jasmine whispered `There's cameras everywhere so we can record some of our games for later perusal', my bag was on the bed and l grabbed it as Jasmine took me to the attached bathroom where l opened up the bag, inside was a black leather bustier with suspenders, thigh high black leather boots with 5" metal stiletto heels, black silk stockings and shoulder length black leather gloves.
Smiling Jasmine said `I see that you know Peter's particular perversion l hope that you enjoy dressing up like this', I smiled and said as l removed my jewellery `You are not going to believe this but until this morning l didn't know my son had this particular perversion or the fact that he had such a lady pleasurer between his legs, and the truth of the matter is l have to admit l feel a real kinky sexy bitch when l wear this sort of gear', Jasmine laughed and said `Girl you and me are going to have a girl's night out soon and l'll show the true meaning of perversion and the boys love nothing more than fucking us as we regale them with what we did.'
With Jasmine's assistance l was soon changed into the outfit Francine had selected for me l made a mental note to go there soon and thanks me personally and l looked in the mirror and smiled there I was looking like 6' of leather goddess l just hoped that my son appreciated the outfit, Jasmine removed her French maid's outfit and stood in front of me in a similar outfit and we came together and kissed and caressed each other enjoying the touch of each other's leather gloved hands.
Hearing the door shut outside we walked out hand in hand to see my son standing there along with a tall, broad shouldered young black man both of them were naked and were sporting impressive hard ons my son with his 12" monster and Tyrone with a not too shabby 11", in the corner l noticed that Jasmine's husband was standing sans his loincloth which showed his 5" cock strapped into a cock cage.
Jasmine smiled and walked across the floor her metal heels going click, click on the wooden floor as she approached her husband and stood in front of him and in a demeaning voice said `Wimp it's time for you to get me ready to take a proper cock not your pathetic effort', with that she grabbed his head and pushed his face into her pussy and started grinding his face against her.
I decided to walk over to the two naked men and smiling reached out with my leather gloved hands and smiling said `I see you both have manners and stand up when two ladies are in the room', Tyrone smiled and nodded and my son said `Mum we also make sure that the ladies are well and truly fucked as well', l squeezed both cocks which by now were well and truly hard and knelt down and gave both cocks a long lingering kiss on the tip.
Looking across from the room Jasmine said `I hope you two are ready to give us ladies what we require', Tyrone laughed and said `If you mean a good hard cock in whatever hole you want filled then you have two horny studs to give you exactly what you want', Jasmine grabbed hold of her husband's head and pulled him away and pushed him to the floor and walked over and kissed Tyrone passionately on the lips and said `Well son it's time for you to prove you're still the man of the family'.
His reaction was to smile and l let go of his now rock hard cock and watched as he effortlessly picked up his mother and lowered her onto his cock and she gasped as he slid into her well lubricated pussy and he carried her over to the giant bed and positioned her there with her booted legs over his shoulders so that he could get full penetration with his cock, l watched avidly as he started to slowly pound her and she moaned with pleasure my son meanwhile had slipped two fingers into my now wet pussy and was stimulating my clit as l stroked him.
He leaned in and whispered `It's time my tongue got introduced to your pussy and clit don't you think Mother', I just purred thinking about it and my son led me over to the bed and then placed me on it and stroked the tops of my thighs which encouraged me to part my legs and he brought his head down and starting kissing my thighs which started a tingling sensation throughout my body.
Then he ran his tongue across my pussy lips and l shuddered in ecstasy as he did this and moaned Jasmine who was lying next looked across with a dreamy smile and said `Hun, your journey has just begun' she leaned across and stroked one of my erect nipples with a leather gloved finger and then kissed me full on the lips we swirled tongues whilst my son was now flicking my clit with his tongue and yet another orgasm was rapidly approaching l was in heaven and it was my son who was sending me there.
Another orgasm hit me and l flooded my son's face with my juices as my pussy spasmed and l cried out with the force of my orgasm my son looked up with a smile on his face and in an imitation of a little boys voice he `Mummy did l do good?', l couldn't help but laugh along with Jasmine and pulling him up replied `Yes Mummy's little boy did great' and we then kissed passionately and l could taste myself on my son's lips.
We cuddled for a while and watched as Jasmine continued to be royally fucked by her son until they came together with a scream from Jasmine and Tyrone pumping a mass of cum into her well stretched pussy she pulled her legs off his shoulders and laid there with a contented smile on her face, she looked across at me and smiled before kissing me fully on the lips and then looking at her husband who was still kneeling at the bottom of the bed and giving him a disdainful look and snarling `Well worm go and get us some drinks these two studs need some refreshment and I'm sure our guest does as well' with that he scurried off.
She smiled at me and said `Sorry Sarah good help is hard to find and I'll punish him in a little while unless of course you want to', l had to admit l was interested in what sort of punishment Jasmine would do to him and l smiled and said `Honey, this time I'll watch whilst my son takes me in the arse', my son reached around and squeezed my tits and kissed my neck and whispered `That sounds like a wonderful idea, Jasmine has some delightful ideas for punishments you never know you might want to make notes about dealing with dad'.
I had to admit that l hadn't thought about my husband all day and after all the orgasms l had received and the new job with the financial independence it would give me l found the idea very tempting but l knew one thing for sure my husband wouldn't be fucking me again, I reached down and stroked my son's rapidly hardening cock with my gloved hand and smiled saying `and l bet my kinky son would like to sit there and watch', he chuckled and replied `You mean after l have fucked your pussy and arse raw with my cock in front of him'.
A vision of me dressed as a leather slut being fucked by my son in front of my husband before l completely cuckolded him made me wet and l just growled `Fuck me you bastard, make me your slut', he slid his cock and teased my arsehole and l was so excited that he entered me quite easily and despite the initial pain l shuddered as l felt his 12" cock slowly start to thrust into me, he also slid his hands around and started mauling my tits whilst l reached down with a leather gloved hand and put 2 fingers up my pussy and started teasing my clit.
I could feel my orgasm building and l watched as Jasmine walked over in her high heeled boots and grabbed her husband by his head and snarling at him `You filthy pig you disgrace me in front of guests l have no choice but to punish you' and as l watched she released a stream of yellow piss straight at his face, this was too much for me and l started orgasming like l'd never done before and l could feel my son begin to speed up and he moaned saying `Mother l'm getting ready to cum where do you want it' l just said `I want it all over my face and tits just like a real slut would take it'.
My son pulled out and got off the bed as l rolled onto my back and with his hard cock started wanking it and l was soon receiving a thick wad of cum all over my face and tits he spurted 3 times and l smiled and with a gloved finger scooped up a large glob of his cum and put my finger into my mouth and licked it off savouring the slightly salty taste of it, Jasmine had walked back over and was now caressing and licking my erect nipples with her tongue and picking up my son's cum with her tongue.
Jasmine finished licking all my son's cum off my nipples and tits and then presented her mouth for a kiss and as our tongues started exploring each other l was treated to a another taste of my son's cum and we caressed and stroked each other with our leather gloved hands and l felt my son spoon into me from behind and snuggle into me, we laid like this and slowly drifted into sleep with my body having been sated like it never had before and l knew that this would happen many more times if l had my way.
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This story is a bit of a departure from what I usually write and I hope it is going to be a long one. I have the first 2 chapters planned out and each chapter should be 3 parts long. Reader feedback will determine if I go beyond that. This story is based very loosely on the idea created by the Dragon Ball Z universe, a lot of the fighting and attack sequences relate to chi power moves and combat.
As with all of my stories, when I write a sex scene or the like, it is graphic and very detailed. This story should have a little bit of everything except for femdom or bondage (sorry, I just dont like that stuff), but anything else goes.
Questions about how her powers work will be explained eventually, but for now just think of her as a chi fighter like Goku and Vegita. Any and all comments on this story will be considered and taken to heart. If a part is just too confusing or messed up let me know I will edit it and make it better.
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Power Play 1a
Usable Commodity
By C. Rose(c)2000
(FF)
Amy Lee paced across the small room. She wore a simple brown dress, her fire red hair spread out from under a wide brimmed cap. Looking down at the girl in the bed reminded her that she hadnt had a case like this in years, and that had been on another colony world. Shed thought the accursed trait finally bred out of the majority of the human race, but the poor girl stretched out before her was a testament to a how false that way of thinking was. Amy cursed silently, shed been pretending to be a healer for several years now, gaining a good reputation and a decent following of patients. She could cure any kind of cold or sicknesses, set any bone, even the plague wasnt a major stretch for her. In rare cases she had been forced to use her powers of magic to save a persons life, but that was rare. She had been around for a long time now and she knew what she was doing without having to resort to magic to heal everything she ever came across. She had been living in this particular village for several years now, gaining trust and making friends when she could.
Amy had been able to see as soon as she came in the door that the poor girl hadnt eaten in several days, she cursed silently to herself. She actually didn't like this village very much, if it hadn't been for a rare few people shed met here she would have left during the first month. To make matters worse, this town treated its women like furniture, to be used and discarded like their lives meant nothing. The men wouldnt lift a finger to help one of thier women unless they profited from doing so, like selling one of the girls to a local slave trader. Amy tossed her jacket over a nearby chair, a primitive wool shift that she had been told was all the local fashion, it itched like crazy.
The injured girls name was Utai, a nice young thing that Amy had been trying to get to know a little better lately. She had been good looking and had a pretty good body that captured everyone's attention, men and women, but now she looked like she was dead. As Amy pulled the covers back, she found the girl was in even worse shape thatn she thought, she was covered in scars, whip like boils and large round bruises were everywhere on her body. Her once beautiful face was now swollen up and horrid, her lips cracked open, she couldn't see out of either eye and her hair was matted with blood. That little aspect pissed Amy off to know end, her parents hadn't even tried to clean her up before they called her in. She reached out and pried open one of Utai's eyes, they were an emerald green, and they had always fascinated Amy. Now they revealed that the poor girl was beyond the primitive help of this world, Utai was locked into a coma. Amy was sure that if she were to use her magic on the girl, they would reveal that her brain was swelling up and pressing against the crushed portion of her fractured skull.
Amy had looked at this one several times over the last year or so, once every few months if she recalled correctly. Every time she had come to Amy for healing of something, always before she had come to her. Not this time, the girls mother had called for her today, someone had used the poor girl as a punching bag. Amy noticed that some of the wounds looked like some kind of blunt object had caused most of the damage to her battered body. With that thought, Amy went from a suppressed state of anger to a full killing intensity burn in under a half second, she had to use every trick she knew to physically calm herself as a powerful urge to vaporize the monster that had done this! The poor girl on the bed still had the bruises and open sores one received at the hands of a monster.
They reminded her of the problems she had found when she tried to move into a house at the edge of town. These wounds and scars were the same kind she had encountered several years ago when she first arrived in this pathetic town and let the locals know that she was willing to help them if they need anything, but It seemed the local ruler, a Duke or something, had rules that said a woman couldnt own land or be on her own. So within a few days of her setting up shop he had sent out 12 men to throw her out of her newly acquired home, by any means necessary. They had come in the middle of the night expecting to find her asleep in her bed like some week willed woman who couldn't protect herself. The sound of their horses and thier loud voices had alerted her to their presence, form there it had been only a matter of waiting for them.
The first thing they had done was kick in her front door and rush in like complete morons. Amy had certain skills beyond her healing abilities that she used much more easily, like some kind of ghost she struck without warning, 4 broken arms and 2 legs later, Amy had stood unharmed as the whole pack of cowards fled from her screaming in terror and leaving behind 3 of thier comrades. They left their weapons, horses and pride behind. She had set her attackers broken bones, drugged them with a sleeping potion, and tied them onto the backs of the forgotten horses. From there she had carted the back to the Duke and tossed them bodily on his doorstep, stripped naked and left to the whims of a local brothel. After several such occurrences, with more broken bones and loss of dignity, Amy sent every group home, alive and naked. Within a few months she found that her life had quieted down a little and she started to offer her healing abilities to any woman who desired her help. She just couldn't let the deplorable state of this poor village hurt her fellow sisters, even if some of them deserved what was happening to them.
The girls mother, Clara, stood nearby Mistress Amy she shivered visibly. A fat woman, very homely, her plump body wobbled like ancient Jell-O, Amy shuddered quietly. Over the last several years this town had made her very cynical and a little mean. She couldn't stand the sight of certain individuals any more, and Clara was one of them. What ails my poor daughter?
Amy sighed, and thought about the weather, the very seasons as they shifted from hot to cold. For some reason, as was basic human nature, everyone in the village tended to more and more angry as it rolled into winter. It got worse as the food dwindled to scraps that even dogs wouldnt touch unless they hadn't had anything in weeks. Soon the beatings began, to vent anger. Husband hitting wife, mother hitting child, the violence passed on to each successive generation like some kind of grotesque skill. Amy glanced down at the Claras hands as she held them against her over sized breasts, narrowing her eyes as they blazed in suppressed fury. Her voice was as cold as glacier ice as she spoke to the fat woman.
Mother Clara, your daughter will most likely die soon she started, not feeling at all in the mood to be tactful.
An inhuman screech issued from Clara as she fell to the floor, a pile of rolling blubber, Noo!
Those hands revealed why this poor girl, barely 14, lay there in a coma, her face vacant, drool flowing down her cheek to mix with the blood seeping out of her head wound. Mother Clara, I can do nothing, there is too much damage to her brain now.. Amy sighed; Claras knuckles were covered in bloody knarls and scabs. Her body was even more bent and stooped from the hard life the pile of blubber had experienced. Amy didn't care about the woman anymore, poor Utai had not even experienced anything yet and now she was going to die because of this bitch. Amy was just as mad at herself, she kept her powers a secret for safeties sake, if she could use them openly she could have probably helped the girl, but she had to keep a low profile at this time.
This girl is nearly dead because some fool used her for a punching bag, Mother Clara, there is only so much I can do for her. The best thing at this time would be to ease her out of this life and let her move on, it would be a mercy to her. Some bastard has beaten your daughter so badly that she will suffer from severe retardation for the rest of her natural life of she lives, which I dought. Careless anger and thoughtless actions of those she trusted brought this on her, I can do nothing to help her at this point. It's in your hands now. Standing, Amy leaves the room and barely manages to keep from killing the girls mother by mere inches.
Claras low intelligence finally registered Amys words. The shrieks of denial soon filled the air behind Amy, she slams the door shut and walks out of the house pulling on her wool jacket. Amy ignored it all, she just couldnt save everyone and Utai had been beyond all but her most powerful magic. The girl would soon be beyond Claras reach at least. Beyond everyones reach.
Amy went down the block, the sound of Clara's screams of agony filling the area still, and went to see the carpenters wife, a woman named Alia. She and Amy were friends, not close by any measure, but friends non-the less. As a healer or doctor, Amy had become the areas wet nurse for children's births and the like, Amy had helped save Alia's life when she had a difficult delivery a couple of years ago. She had been near death when some one had finally called her. When she had finally arrived shed found that she needed use her powers to save girls life. She'd been forced to gently shift the baby around inside her womb and let nature take its course. A breech birth in this primitive setting was a very bad idea, there would have been no way to save either of their lives if that had been necessary.
Like most of the buildings in the village, including hers, Alias house was only 3 rooms and a single level. It had primitive glass windows and a thatched roof that had to be replaced every few months due to the heavy rains in the area. Alia was sitting on an old chair in the fenced off yard as Amy approached, she was slowly sanding down some rough-cut wood to be seasoned over some weeks in her husbands wood shed. Alia?
As Alia turned and grimpsed as she slowly stood up and waved her inside, Amy stopped and stared, she cursed under her breath as she noticed that the idiot woman was pregnant again!? Alia, whats this? You nearly died having the last one, I barely managed to save you that time."
I know, but this one came on me without notice.
You should have called me, I could have made it easier on you. I did deliver the last one after all.
Alia smiled, Its all right, Im much stronger now, and Ive been exercising. Jerrol is in back if you need wood?
I thought Id stop and tell you that Claras daughter will soon die. A coffin will likely be needed.
How sad, Ill send Jerrol over to take matters in hand.
Amy nodded, Send for me if you have complications. And you know Im a grouch, not a monster. You dont have to avoid me.
Alia laughed, Im sorry Amy, youve been so moody lately. I didnt want to impose on you. She pats her swelled stomach.
For what, its my calling, I do nothing else.
Amy, are you still interested in that girl over on the side of the village?
"Viki? Sure, I guess, I haven't heard anything about her lately though. I had assumed that she left or was fostered off on someone. Why?"
"Well, her parents sent her to a friends house on the other side of the forest for the summer. She returned a few days ago and they have been having problems with her ever since, she is a completely different girl now. She is more willful and head strong, she is going to get into trouble if she isn't careful and I was thinking that it was time that you took on an apprentice."
"I suppose, but I won't be much longer than a few more years. My time is running out, I can feel it. But what you are suggesting is intriguing, I'll look into it."
"I thought you might feel that way, you have been restless lately and I know the signs. I talked to the girls parents a couple of days ago and suggested that they send her to you, they were hesitant, but saw the wisdom in what I was suggesting. They want you to make the first move though, if you want to head over there they should all be at home right now."
"Okay, Ill do that, see ya Alia."
Viki was a girl she had been watching for a couple of years now, she was 16 and a little terror to her parents. Amy and her had talked a few times and the more they were around each other, the more they liked each other. Amy had certain inclinations that didn't quite fit in with people and this was one of the reasons she kept to herself, she was a total lesbian. She hadn't always been like this, at one time she had chased men with equal skill and achievement. Then her life had been changed completely, she shuddered and had to stop as tears welled up in her eyes at the horrid thought. Even to this day that event had profound effects on her decisions and lifestyle. She wiped the tears out of her eyes and thought about Viki to take away the pain, or at least dull it.
She was a woman at the very beginning of her life and had responded to Amy's veiled hints at relationship. They had talked a few times, confided in each other, and did all the usual bonding things that could lead to a night of sex. So far Amy had only been able to get a kiss out of the girl, it had been great too, but she had wanted more. Then Viki had disappeared and Amy had missed her, after a while she had given up and figured that she had found a boyfriend or that her parents had done something with her. Her bit of investigating hadn't given her anything though and she had decided to wait it out and see what would happen.
On the far side of town Amy took a well walked path that led into the forest, as she did so she seemed to change. Her walk became more confident, a longer stride, she lifted her head height and straightened her shoulders. Out here she could be herself without having to worry about making mistakes and giving herself away. She concentrated and sent her senses out in front of her, as her awareness spread she could 'see' what was happening all around her. The rabbits, the insects and everything else as it happened, she could see the life auras of the plants, the animals, and even the land itself all working in harmony to survive. Her eyes seemed to glint for a second as she passed through the shadows created by dusk, as they did her minds eye spread out over the forest searching for Viki.
She found her brothers first, two older men in there late twenties, they were chopping at a downed tree to make firewood. Their cart was just beside them and they had it about half full of wood and kindling, a tired horse was tied to it and waiting for the command to go. The beast was a defeated animal and Amy always had this nagging feeling that she should put it out of it's misery. She moved on after noting their location, after a couple of more minutes she found the girl's parents out in the wheat field behind the house carrying in the last of the days haul.
Amy was about to give up when she recalled that Viki had once mentioned that she liked to hang out at the area's waterfall when she was in a bad mood. Usually after a fight with her parents or a hard day, the roar of the falls calmed her down and helped her to relax. It was a good place to swim and the falls were a great place to take a shower as well, Amy had taken a few of her female friends there over the years. Focusing her mind, Amy located the waterfall and found Viki sunbathing in the nude on a rock by the pool.
Looking around the area, with her powers and her eyes, Amy broke to the left and accelerated into a run. Within seconds she was a blur moving in and out of the trees like a wraith or a shadow. She could move at speeds that the people on this planet couldn't even comprehend and within about a minute Amy came up on the falls and stopped in mid step. The wind that she had been pulling along behind her caught up and whooshed in from behind, Amy walked into the clearing and spotted Viki.
"Viki!"
She sat up in alarm and looked around, scrambling for her clothing, but she stopped as she spotted Amy waving at her. She squealed and jumped off the rock and ran, naked, at Amy. She threw herself into Amy's arms and gave her a delightful hug. Viki was about 5'5, with long black hair, small breasts, and deep brown eyes that took in everything. Amy was always reminded about her tall frame when ever she was around Viki, she was 6' tall and had a muscular body that she hid with her dresses and robes because the men of the village would have blown a breaker to know that she was better built than some of them.
"Amy! I missed you so much this summer..."
"How are today?"
"My stupid parents sent me off to this school to try and break my spirit by having me learn about religion and history, but the only thing I could think of was you and your incredible lips. That reminds me..." Viki said, and locked her lips with Amy's surprised lips. It didn't take long before she was kissing back and taking control of the situation. Amy's hands wandered down to grab Viki's ass and lifter her up a little. Viki gave a surprised moan and pressed herself closer, flattening her small breasts against Amy. Amy broke the kiss and licked Viki's lips.
"Hi Viki, I missed you too." Amy said huskily.
"I've been dreaming about you all summer and you were so far away."
"From that kiss I would say that you have been practicing a little."
A blush quickly rose up on Viki and filled her cheeks and she got really meek. Amy noticed and laughed at her reaction, all thoughts of Utai left her and she focused on Viki instead. She kissed Viki again and took her time as they French kissed each other, sucking on each others tongues and pawing at each other.
"How did you know that I had been with others Amy?"
"The passion, I never had chanced to teach you how to do that. That means that someone else did the deed, I'm just a little sad that it wasn't me. Yet, I'm glad too, now I can teach you a whole bunch of tricks that I know and you can compare them with what you already know."
"Oooh! That sounds like fun and it has been a long time since we last saw each other." Viki said quietly, pulling Amy to the ground with her. The soft grasses of the small glen were a perfect place to make out because they were so tall that one couldn't see anybody in side them unless it was from above. Amy shrugged out of her jacket and tossed it to the side as Viki lay back and beckoned her closer. Her dress, a gray woolen contraption came off like a t-shirt to reveal Amy's athletic body, she was left wearing her boots and a pair of silver armbands on her forearms that glittered in the low light of dusk. Viki had seen them before and noticed that there was a large jewel on each bracer, blue on the left one and green on the right.
She snaked forward and ran her hands over Viki's thighs and stomach as she looked her over with a more appetitive eye. The girls body was very slim and soft, she had wider than normal hips and bouncy breasts with large nipples, there was a small birthmark on the underside of her left breast in the shape of a large tear running down her skin. Lower down was the junction between her legs, it was covered with a fine black pubic hair that drew her eye like a magnet.
"Your beautiful Viki..." Amy murmured as she leaned forward and kissed her.
"So are you Amy, such a perfect body." Viki whispered back and ran her hands down Amy's back to grasp her tight ass, Amy moaned quietly.
It had been a long time since Amy had taken a lover as beautiful as this one and she wanted to make it last. She had plans for this day that she quickly sent into motion a she lightly kissed her way down Viki's neck and shoulders until she reached the curve of her breasts. Amy swept them up and together so that she could take both nipples into her mouth at once, they hardened quickly and she soon had Viki squirming. A moan of pleasure came from somewhere deep in Viki as Amy sucked. First one nipple, then the other one with a little more pressure and a scraping of her teeth to pull on them. Back and forth she went, until Viki was moaning constantly and writhing in her hands. Amy sucked on a nipple and tried to take in as much of it into her mouth as she could and gave a mighty suck.
It was just enough, Viki cried out and came with a whine of ecstasy. Her hands were interlaced into Amy's fire red hair as they held her in place above her breasts and trembling body. She gasped a few times and fell back to the soft grass and looked at Amy in awe, she had never cum from having her nipples sucked on before. "Amy that was incredible, how did you learn how to do that?"
"I had it done to me a number of times in the past, pretty good huh?" Amy laughed.
"Gods, don't stop now that you've got me going."
Licking her way down Viki's breasts, Amy probed her belly button with her tongue and moved down further. Viki gasped and arched her back off the ground and fell back with a little squirm. She ran her fingers through Viki's pubic hair and wondered if the girl would allow her to shave it off, Amy thought the shaved look was better all around. For now she ignored it used her fingers to find the girls pussy buried in all the hair, it wasn't hard to find as it was super enflamed and ready for whatever Amy had in mind.
"Are you ready, my lovely?"
"Yes!"
Her goal was sticking out of Viki's folds like little penis and Akiko cooed at the sight of her over sized clitoris as she took it between her lips and caressed it. Viki gasped and arched again, her clit was supersensitive and had been the source of all of her pleasure for a long time now. She had never met another girl with one like it, but knew that she like sex far more than any of her friends ever had. Amy bobbed her head slightly and ran her finer down the creased folds of Viki's pussy at the same time. She tasted her and found her to be a rare treat of pure sugar, the thick syrup was slowly pooling up inside her and waiting to be released.
Amy backed off and grinned as Viki's waist crashed back down and she whimpered at the loss and gasped for air. Licking the large outer folds of Viki's pussy, Amy got a better taste and nearly swooned in delight. She lapped her up like a cat would milk, drawing it up one little steamer at a time and moaning her appretiation to Viki who was now oblivious to everything but what Amy was doing to her. Suddenly she writhed back and tensed up, then she cried out and came again, this time more powerful than the last. It consumed her mind and she screamed in ecstasy as it flared in every vein in her body.
Opening her mouth wide, Amy latched it around the entire length of Viki's pussy and was rewarded with an outpouring of her girl cum that filled her mouth. Even with her arms wrapped around her waist, Amy had a hard time holding one as Viki writhed and convulsed through two powerful orgasms that left her panting for air. Amy continued to lap away as Viki came down a little, a silly grin covered her face as she gazed at Amy. Then Amy did something with her tongue, she had no idea what it was, but Viki went from afterglow and peace right into the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life. It ripped her soul out of her and had her flapping in the breeze like a limp rag. She screamed she was suddenly over whelmed so completely that she collapsed into a dead faint.
Slurping up even more of her juices, Amy giggled and let Vikis clitoris loose from her teeth and kissed it lovingly. She had been with more girls than she could even remember over the years and had actually lost count of the number, but in all her time she had never once failed to make a girl faint from a powerful orgasm if she wanted them to. Amy sat up and licked her fingers clean, she liked to give pleasure a lot more than to receive it, so she didn't expect anything in return. Still, she liked it too, and she was in the mood to receive a little loving herself. She leaned for ward and kissed Viki's face in several locations to wake her up, this continued for a couple of minutes as her eyes fluttered open.
"I love you." Viki whispered.
"Pretty good, huh?" Amy smiled back.
"I'm serious Amy, I love you. That was indescribable and it made me love you more than I ever thought possible..."
Kissing her nose, Amy leaned back and caressed her stomach and looked her in the eyes again. "You wouldn't happen to want to return the favor would you Viki?"
"Of course I would Amy, I love you more than anything." Viki said dreamily. She sat up and pushed Amy onto her back and leaned down to kiss her. From there Viki took charge and lifted one of Amy's small breasts in her hands, the nipples were rock hard and stood straight out at Viki. She took it in her mouth sucked softly, but intently enough for Amy to really enjoy it. She licked her fingers and started to run the wet fingers in small circles around Amy's nipples. After a couple minutes of this Amy was panting and moaning to herself. She had really sensitive nipples and liked to brush them against her lovers skin as they make love to one another. Viki licked her fingers again and kissed her way down Amy's body, as she neared her pussy she stopped to marvel at what Amy looked like. She had no pubic hair what so ever, Viki had just assumed that it was a light blonde that was hard to see in the low light. Now she found that she was wrong and she loved to sight of a bald pussy, she kissed the skin just above Amy's pussy and makes her gasp and moan. Her pussy lips were swollen and ready, drops of girl cum covered her thighs where they had rolled out of her. Viki licked and kissed Amy's inner thighs for several minutes, getting every thing she could.
Over her vacation she had met a girl who was on the school custodial staff that maintained the manor house that the school used, she had been an open bisexual who would do it with whoever she found attractive, they had gotten to know each other intimately over their 2 month affair. She had never make her feel like she did now, licking up her love's own juices and marveling at the exquisite taste and texture. The taste was like a fine wine that went down her throat smoothly and the texture was like fine satin oil that was as fun to touch as taste. Her head buzzed as if she was drunk and Viki moaned and dove in, unable to hold back anymore.
Her hips undulated as Viki licked her crease and Amy gasped and moaned, the girl had learned her lessons well hadn't she? Amy thought to herself. She felt it as she moved in, Viki's hair caressing her thighs where her tongue had been driving her nuts just minutes before. Then she cried out as a tongue pierced her pussy and spread her enflamed pussy like a flower and sent a shudder through her quacking. Amy thrust her hips forward and heard Viki's giggle as her face was pressed into her pussy. Amy backed off and gasped for air, but Viki didn't let up as she found and kissed her clitoris.
To Amy it was heaven, she loved to play with her girls like this. The ones that knew what to do and how to make her cum like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow. She could feel her orgasm building within her, but Amy knew that Viki was planning something devious. She was showing a skill that one as young as her shouldn't possess, and yet she knew just when to touch and caress every inch of her pussy. Amy moaned and writhed as her body was brought to the edge and left there as Viki suddenly moved away from her with a gasp of fear.
"Amy! My stupid family is coming this way, I can hear them calling my name. Get up and get dressed, we have to move out now!" Viki said, she scrambled to her feet and ran for the rock where she had left her clothing. She tossed on a simple dress and her boots as Amy moaned in frustration and rolled to her feet like a cat. She got dressed quickly and was just pulling on her jacket as the two older brothers came into the clearing leading that old horse. She wanted to punch both of them for interrupting her and Viki, she wanted to cum so badly that it hurt her to stand up straight. It had been so close, just a little more and she would have been in seventh heaven right now. A stupid little grin on her face to match the one on Viki's face, it had been so damn close she could taste it.
The larger of the two brothers came forward and glared at Viki, who glared right back and didn't back down. This was one the reasons Amy liked this girl so much, she had more back bone than most of the girls in the village. She wasn't afraid of a challenge and would fight back if it were necessary, a quality that Amy admired. Amy recognized Viki's brother as Vlick, and he was a brut of a man. He had muscles as big around as some trees and just as much intelligence. When angered he had been known to do a lot of damage to whatever was in his way, he had once ripped the legs off a dog that had attacked him and tossed the still living carcass in a nearby fire with out an ounce of compassion.
"Viki, we have been looking all over for you, it is time to head back in and have supper. Pa won't let us start without all of us there, you know that so come on before I hit you."
"Fuck off you shit head, I was having a little fun swimming and relaxing when you came stomping in here. Now you have ruined my whole day by threatening me, go home and tell Pa that I will be a few minutes behind you."
"You will come with me right now, I'm hungry and I will not let some useless girl tell me otherwise, you hear me." Vlick said.
"No, I will..." Viki began.
It happened so fast that Amy didn't have time to respond, Vlick backhanded her and sent his sister flying back. Amy's enhanced senses saw the multiple drops of blood spray out even as Viki hit the ground. A white wall of anger came over her, with everything she had seen today this was the final straw. She is moving before she even think about it, covering the 20 yards between them in less than 2 seconds. Planting her foot, Amy launches into the air and does a flying kick right into Vlick's jugular. Amy is a fighter of amazing ability, because of this Vlick is hit with more force than a normal girl could usually deliver. Vlick is crumpling even as his brother starts to run forward to warn him of Amy's attack.
The sound of 300 pounds of limp muscle collapsing fills the silence, Amy lands on her back and easily rolls to her feet. A blade of red energy spins to life in her hands and goes into combat crouch. The blade is 3 foot long and is glowing as bright as any fire, it is humming as energy courses through it. Vlick gurgles and grabs his throat, trying to gasp for air, Amy can see that she has crushed his adams apple and it is restricting the flow of air. Vikis brother, Vanion gasps in shock as Amy circles to the side, her blade buzzing softly.
"No bitch can do that to a man like Vlick, youre a witch and I will kill you for hurting him."
"Just can't seen to grasp that he hurt your sister can you bastard, I will give you one chance to back off and go away. After that all bets are off, do you understand me?" Amy said, barely managing to control her rising anger. She needed to check on Viki and this pathetic scum was in her way, he would pay dearly for delaying her.
Reaching across his shoulder, Vanion pulls free this giant axe that she had missed in her rage. Amy recognizes it as the one she had seen him using earlier when she saw him cutting up that dead tree for wood. Her enhanced senses also let her see the blood stains on it from some recent battle, the entire blade was streaked with blood and half-dried gore. Vanion roared and brought the axe up to attack her, it flared green in the moonlight.
Gasping in shock, Amy dove to the left and watched as the axe blade slammed down into the ground. There is a spark and the earth erupts outward in a small explosion, Amy rolls to her feet and takes a closer look at the axe. As far as she could recall, high tech gadgets were not allowed on this planet, there were forbidden in fact. Magic was another matter, but how could a peon like this get his hands on a Magic axe? Vanion spun on the heel of his foot and tried to cut her again, the blade buzzed to life again as it descended toward her.
She didn't want to kill either one of these bastards, but if this moron kept this up she was going to have to. Eyes squinting, red energy flares out of them for a second, then Amy brings her blade up and blocks the axe. An explosion of energy and fire engulfs both of them even as Amy steps forward and attacks. A dust cloud blocks the next few seconds, but it is broken by Vanion screaming in agony and staggering out of the cloud. He makes it a few feet before he drops the axe and falls to his knees, out cold beside his brother. Amy walks out, looking as normal as usual, she runs over to Viki and examines her quickly. It is only a broken nose, she quickly resets it and holds up her left hand.
Blue energy pulses to life around her fingertips, after a few seconds she touches Viki's nose and the energy flares out around her body. Viki convulses and gasps as Amy watches the broken nose heal completely, the blood flow stops. Using her jacket as a pillow, Amy rips a chunk off and runs over to the pool to wet it down. She returns and cleans up the blood off Viki's face with a compassion that would have surprised the murderous Vanion and Vlick if they had been awake. The cold water brings Viki awake and she opens her eyes to see Amy, she smiles.
"What happened?"
"Your brother hit you." Amy said flatly, her anger flashing in her eyes. She motions with her head and Viki looks over at her two brothers and gasps in shock.
"Did you do that?"
"He hit you, then the other one attacked me, I fought back."
"No one had ever knocked my brothers out, they are too big and stupid to lose."
"It wasn't that hard, though Vanion had a magical axe, I was wondering where it came from?"
"It's a family heirloom I think, a long time ago we were a family to be reckoned with, at least according to our Pa. Now we are nothing but peasants and beggars and bullies stuck in this hellhole. How did you beat Vlick, he once killed a horse by punching it between the eyes, killed the rider too."
"A long time ago I was a warrior, in a lot of ways I still am. I don't mind the fighting so much, but I got tired of all the grudge matches and infighting within the unit I worked for. So I retired, sort of anyway. How are you feeling?"
"Incredible actually, for having been hit by Vlick, he usually breaks bones and takes out teeth. I don't even feel any pain or bruising anywhere, that's strange..."
"Maybe he didn't hit you as hard as you thought?"
Looking over at her brothers, Viki frowns and turns back, "I don't think so, I'm not dumb, you wouldn't have did that if they hadn't deserved it. They are still out cold and it has to have been at lest 5 minutes since I woke up, feeling as healthy as could be. Like I had just woken up from a nap...What did you do to me."
"And to think I figured you wouldn't notice, I'm actually a little embarrassed for doing what I did. You mean a lot to me and couldn't let you suffer in pain, so I healed you with...Magic."
"Magic? But Magic doesn't work like that, sure for violence, but healing and stuff like that? I've never heard of anything like that."
"I can't explain any better than that without breaking certain promises, I'm sorry." Amy said sadly.
"This healing, was it just to fix what Vlick did? Or did it include anything that might have been wrong?
"Anything really, why?"
"For the last few weeks I have had this pain in my chest and stomach, nothing major, but had been getting steadily worse as the days went by. Do have any way of know what it could have been?"
Standing up, Amy pulled up the sleeve on her left arm to reveal her bracer again. Viki noticed that there was large blue jewel near Amy's elbow, it was glowing slightly. Amy came over and held her left hand over Viki's heart and told her to hold still. The jewel flared for a second and a blue aura surrounded both of them for a few seconds, Viki could feel the energy caressing her skin lovingly. Amy stood back and the aura vanished, she frowned and shrugged.
"I just did a scan of your body and processed the information through mine. You had a couple of cracked ribs poking into your lungs at a dangerous angle, my healing Magic reset them and closed the holes. There is something else too and I can't fix this, um...did you have sex with a man anytime in the last month?"
"A man? Once, just before I came home, I was curious to find out if a man was better than a woman was. He wasn't very good and left me wanting, Why?"
"Youre pregnant Viki..."
The voice faded out as Viki fainted completely, crumpling at Amy's feet. Amy shook her head and bent down to shack Viki awake, it took a little doing, but after a couple of minutes she came around.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, youre about 2 weeks along."
"I'm to young for a child Amy! This is horrible, what am I going to do?"
"I have no idea Viki, you went to bed with a man and this is the expected out come of that act, isn't it?"
"I never even thought about it..."
"Well you have a little time to make a decision then, there are way to stop the pregnancy if you want to. Especially if we manage to catch it within the first month.
"I can't be pregnant right now, I just can't..."
"Then we'll make up a drink for you that will flush the baby out of you, come to me tomorrow and we'll take care of it."
Viki started to cry and Amy held her in her arms until she cried herself out. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the two brothers started to come around finally. One had probably lost the use of his voice permanently and the other should be all right, she had shocked him into unconsciousness by altering her energy blade into a type of taser. The moron hadn't even known what hit him and had screamed in terror even as he was falling. Amy helped Viki to her feet and led out of the area, if those two bruisers got up and wanted to fight again Amy wanted to have a little distance between them so that she could take more drastic measures if necessary.
The walk back to Viki's house took about 30 minutes and they spotted her parents out on the porch as they approached. The waited for them to get within the yard before moving off and heading for them. Viki's father had been known as Pa for so long that no one could even remember his original name. Pa came up to them and took his daughter in his arms, Amy stood back and watched passively. She didn't trust this family one bit, she had been in this area for to long.
"What happened?" Asked Pa.
"Her brothers tried to use her as a punching bag."
"She looks fine to me, healer."
"I stopped them from harming her, they are laid out in the clearing near the waterfall. Your horse and cart are there so when they wake up they should be home, they didn't take well to me beating them or protecting your daughter."
"My boys would never do that and I don't believe you, you're a girl and wouldn't be able to hurt my boys."
Amy shrugged, "Believe what you will, they did hurt Viki and I need a little time to mix her up healing drink, she needs to be at my place tomorrow or there will be serous repercussions in the future. Viki, I will see you tomorrow, now be careful and stay away from your brothers until then. They may decide to take their anger out on you."
"Healer, I will send her to you in the morning, will you be teaching her how to be a healer like you as well?"
"If she passes my tests and makes the right decisions, yes, I will teacher her." Amy said and walked off into the darkness, as she entered the trees she heard the angry mutters of the brothers as they rode the cart back to the house. She was in mid step when she blurred out of sight and vanished into thin air.
To Be Continued...
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Akiko Shoo 08 Unexpected Uniform Requests
By C. Rose(c)2000
(FF,FFF)
The address Mr. Yashada had given her turned out to be in a section of town Akiko had never been to before. She had roared around the district on her bike for a long time looking for the area itself, then it took her about another 20 minutes to find a exact place because the store wasn't well marked. She had been following addresses along the road and come across a large house. From the outside it looked like a simple house hidden in a stand of trees at the edge of a small park. She had pulled into the small driveway and parked her motorcycle, removed her helmet, took her gloves off, and dismounted. She waked up the drive and noticed that the place was bigger than she had thought, after several minutes of looking she finally noticed a small sign sitting in the window by the main entrance that proclaimed "Ladies Uniforms" in unassuming gray letters. There was something about the place that just didnt feel right to her, but try as she might Akiko couldnt place it.
Since the place looked like a house instead of the business, Akiko adjusted her dress, stepped up to the door and knocked lightly. Nothing happened, so after a couple of minutes she knocked harder, and she heard someone coming, the door was opened by middle-aged woman. She stood about 55 and was wearing a simple blue dress that set off her eyes. Akiko also noted that she was wearing a little to much perfume, she had an athletic build, and small breasts, and when she spoke she had a motherly disposition.
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Is this Ladies Uniforms?"
"Yes, but we only do work on commission or appointment since this is also a small school."
"Mr. Yashada, my school principle, told me to stop by and get a couple of new uniforms."
"Oh? Hang on a sec and Ill check today schedule." She left the door open and headed through a nearby door. Akiko could hear the sound of a book being opened, but before she could look around the lady quickly returned. "Are you Akiko Shoo?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Come in, my name is Mavi, you've been scheduled for a full program. Follow me."
As they walked through the placed Akiko found to her amazement that what she had thought of as a small part was actually this place his backyard. This was another estate concealed was in the trees, though nothing like Hailie's place that she had been at earlier. She smiled as she thought of how her day had gone so far, in less than 6 hours time she had made love to a couple of the most beautiful women. Hailie had taken her breath away and Lisa had taken her last form of virginity, her ass. God, Akiko thought, she felt her cock rise to attention just thinking about it.
In a flash of memory, Akiko sighed as she recalled what had taken place in Lisas office. Lisa had fainted at the sight of Akikos cock hanging down like some kind of exotic snake. Akiko had rushed over to make sure she was all right and held her in her arms until she came around a few minutes later, she had looked up at Akikos worried face and gave a half smile.
Im sorry Akiko, I just didnt believe you.
Its okay Lisa, I know its a little hard to take all at once. Personally, Im the only one that I know of who didnt go completely crazy the first time I saw it and that was mostly because I had just had a very vivid wet dream and was coming down from an orgasmic high.
Youre so crass about it, as if you having that werent such a big deal, but it is. You are so pretty and confident that even Im a little jealous of you. You seem to fill a room when you walk into it, did you know that? When you came in today I was in the back room getting something, I bet you didnt notice the almost instant drop of noise that washed over the entire salon as every one took notice of you. I noticed because I was trying to listen for the driers buzzer.
Lisa... Akiko blushed.
Listen to me Akiko, there is something very different about you and I dont even count your unique genital set up. When I looked out and saw that it was you my mind froze and it was all I could do to say hi to you, my knees went weak and I wanted you so badly that I would swear that you started to glow. You were so vibrant and beautiful, I creamed my panties as I did you fantastic hair and nearly came when you started to play with Hailie right in front of me like that. Lisa sighed and snuggled in a little closer to Akikos breasts, she felt lightheaded and a little high.
Lisa, my special set up has been having a strange effect on me ever since I changed. I no longer look at anyone in a simply plutonic way anymore, everyone is fair game and my enhanced sex drive is beyond nymphomaniac levels. It is so hard to control, it takes every bit of will power I have to not rip my clothes off and just take someone whenever I want, but for now I can keep control. Every day that passes it gets a little harder, right now it is taking most of my self-control to not do anything to you. Im still very horny from being interrupted at Hailies house and...
She wasnt sure what it was, but Lisa felt something shift and she looked around. It wasnt something physical, this was some how mental or unseen. Akikos voice had trailed off and she was looking down at Lisa. She looked to where Akiko was looking and felt a shiver go through her, Akiko was looking down at her exposed thighs. The barest hint of her panties were showing, black silk lace undies that she always wore when she was trying to seduce a new girl. She had decided to where them today for Hailie, but she quickly realized that that they helped her catch Akiko instead. She didnt know what to do, she wanted Akiko so bad that she was quickly ruining her favorite panties, and yet the image of Akikos cock kept rising up in her minds eye. She had never had a cock in her life and her resolve to never touch one, that she had made to her first girlfriend in tenth grade, seemed to be slipping. She had always secretly wondered why some of her friends had gone bi-sexual after a particularly great night of sex with the opposite sex. Before she had condemned and ridiculed them along with everyone else, but now she had been presented with what every girl ever wanted, a foot of solid cock. Her head craned around and looked at Akiko, she seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of her panties, something snapped and Lisa gasped as she felt Akikos hands move up and fondle her breasts.
A tsunami of lust rushed through Akiko, she started to drool at the sight of Lisas damp thighs and soaked panties. Lisas smell filled her world and she resisted her wanton nature to not dive right in and take what she wanted. She fought and hopped that she would be able to ride out the urge that was consuming her mind, but she found herself spiraling out of control and brought her hands up to touch Lisa. She cupped her breasts and heard the trumpets of heaven blowing in her mind, Akiko felt her own nipples harden and lengthen as she fondled Lisas own set. She lifted them and felt a shudder go through Lisa, squeezed them and heard a low moan of pleasure. Exhilaration filled her soul, she wanted to take Lisa right there. She did.
Gasping in shock, Lisa felt herself being lifted and gaped in shock as Akiko lifted off the floor like it was nothing. Her eyes were filled with lust and focused completely on Lisa, she leaned forward and they kissed as Akiko held her. Their mouths glued together and tongues invaded a new environment, shock drained out of Lisa and was filled with her own lust. She felt her juices fill he up and drip out onto the floor, a long moan rumbled in the back of Lisas throat and she surrendered to Akiko completely. Akiko carried her over to the couch and laid her down, moved around and undid Lisas shirt to reveal her black bra and her c-cup breasts. It clasped in the front and was quickly undone, Akiko bent forward and inhaled the left nipple so quickly that Lisa gasped as she felt a jolt go through her.
She was awestruck, as what little of her lust filled mind was presented with the knowledge that she had never been this horny in all her life. A pulsing was spreading from her crotch and making her hips undulate. Akiko ignored the pussy completely, she stayed on Lisas breasts as if she was touching the most sacred thing in the world. They moaned in unison and they looked up into each others eyes. Lisa saw something pass across Akikos face and watched as Akiko rolled off the couch laughing hysterically.
Gods I tried to ignore it, but I cant... Akiko gasped.
What are you talking about? Lisa wanted to cry.
That stupid hair of yours, I keep thinking of Mr. Beepo from my 6th birthday party! Akiko said and rolled on the floor.
Giggling to relieve her tension, Lisa rolled to her feet and walked over to her desk, opened a drawer and pulled out her purse. It was a simple one made for heavy use, Lisa dug around inside until she pulled out a silver pin. She pulled the green and pink monstrosity out of her eyes and ran the tip of the pin along hair line a couple of times, the pin beeped, and she gave her hair a hard yank. The wig came off in a haze of static to reveal that Lisa was a natural red head underneath. Her real hair was cut short and barely covered her ears, next she grabbed a cloth and walked back out into the front of the store and used the mirrors to clean the make up off her face so that she looked normal.
Giggling like a loon, Akiko followed her and watched amazed as she removed the one thing that been keeping Akiko in check. Akiko came up behind Lisa, pulled her head back, and planted a kiss right on her lips. They melted into each other, with Lisa being held in Akikos arms. Her heart filled with love as she realized that Akiko was going to fuck her brains out. She had been unconsciously comparing Akiko to what she knew about men, but she wasnt just a man Lisa realized. Akiko was all woman and she new how to push all the right buttons, a man would have been at her pussy in a matter of minutes but Akiko hadnt even touched her yet.
Their kiss was scorching the carpet and would have fogged up the mirrors if the room had been any smaller, neither of them even noticed that they were on display through the large glass windows of the salon or that Lisas breasts were pressing into Akikos own breasts. Lisas knees gave out and brought the kiss to an end, but Akiko was holding her in her arms and she followed her down and started to give her light kisses all over her face, cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, chin, and neck. Lisa giggled and jumped out of Akikos arms and made her way back to her office, she wanted to use some of her toys on Akiko. Akiko chased after her, her blonde hair flying around and drawing Lisas attention to it.
She blushed as she recalled that she had nearly cum while washing the giant mass of exotic hair, but she squealed as Akiko caught her around the waist just inside the office and lifted her off the floor. Akiko planted her face near the back of Lisas neck and licked it from the base of her shoulder blades to the very edge of her ear, where she nibbled on her ear lobe for a few minutes and made Lisa gasp in surprise. Akikos hands wound there way around Lisa again and hefted her breasts up, her fingertips found and started to pinch Lisas nipples.
A groan erupted from Lisa as she felt Akiko pressing her cock up against the crack of her ass. She was so filled with lust that Lisa didnt even flinch, instead she pressed back and silently craved for more. Her lust rushed through her and a shudder ran through her and centered inside her pussy. Akiko smiled as she stepped away from Lisa and looked her over with eyes smoldering with lust and passion, she grabbed the hem of her blue dress and pulled it off, tossing it over the desk. She undid her bra and licked her lips as Lisa watched in rapt attention, the bra soon joined her dress and she stood there naked. Lisas eyes were drawn to and focused on Akikos giant cock and she groaned as another wave of lust hit her and she felt her juices seeping down her thighs. Lisa dropped to her knees, she couldnt help herself as she crawled out of the remainder of her clothing and made her way over to Akiko.
The cock was veiny and pulsed with anticipation, Akiko knelt down in front of Lisa and thier nipples brushed against each other. The sexual tension in the room seemed to be overwhelming both of them as they both shivered. Akiko grabbed and guided Lisa down onto her back and they kissed again, but this time they were rubbing their bodies together and letting their sweat mingle and coat each other. They both seemed to know that something special was going to happen and Akiko kissed her way down the valley of Lisas breasts, made her way across her flat stomach and gave her belly button a kiss. Lisa jumped and laughed as Akiko did it again before she moved down further and nuzzled in Lisas wet pubic hair. It was thick and a dark blonde color, she sighed and tensed as she felt Akiko breathing on her enflamed pussy.
It smelled like ice cream and Akiko almost gave in, but she kept her resolve and smiled up at Lisa in a knowing way and planted to sloppy kisses on either side of her pussy. The super red lips of her inner folds opened and Akiko knew that if she was to just touch Lisas pussy she would cum, and cum hard. She licked her way down Lisas inner thighs and grinned as Lisa gave out a sigh of disappointment and threatened to do her in if she didnt give her relief right now. Akiko ignored her and continued on down to her ankle and started to suck on Lisas beautiful manicured toes. Lisa fell back with a gasp and arched her back as Akiko found the one spot on Lisas body that she tried to keep to herself because it was one of her most sensitive areas. She had very sensitive feet and when Akiko ran her tongue along her ache and between her toes Lisa screamed as a massive orgasm struck her. She fell back, her head bouncing on the floor, and convulsed spasmodically as gush after gush of pussy cream flowed out of her.
Flabbergasted, Akiko dove in and tried to drink in as much of Lisas precious cream as she could. The orgasm had caught her completely by surprise, but she was determined to keep control and give Lisa better. Akiko went right for Lisas clitoris and felt better as Lisa screamed even louder as a multiple orgasm shattered her conscious mind, she went into convulsions as Akiko worked her tongue like a master and made her come again and again and again until she couldnt even think. It didnt stop, once Akiko had Lisa in the palm of her hand she pushed two of her long fingers into Lisa and felt around. Ever since her time with Rie she had been able to remember how to do certain things to her lovers, her favorite had been the g-spot. She found the little ridge and the hollow just under the skin where the spot was always located. Akiko looked up and sucked on Lisas too sensitive clitoris and gave her a wolfish grin.
Are you ready?
Gods your not done yet? Lisa exhaled in pleasure, barely conscious.
Not for a long time my lovely Lisa, your mine to do with as I please and right now you have another orgasm coming. I can feel the walls of your pussy clamping down on my fingers, but can tell me where they are about to touch?
Wha...
She moved her fingers, rubbed lightly on the spot and sucked on Lisas special button. Lisas eyes fluttered open wide as she figured out what Akiko was going to do and wondered if she could take anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed again, a high pitched wail escaped her throat and her hips lifted off the floor. Her womb convulsed and she came, came like the whole building had collapsed. She convulsed and thrashed until she let out this guttural wail and passed out. Her pussy continued to convulse and gush after gush of cream filled Akikos mouth and she savored every drop and lapped at the out cold Lisa until she had settled into post-orgasmic shudders.
Her cock ached as it strained to get harder, her small balls hung down and brushed down against her dripping pussy. Akiko crawled up between Lisas legs and ran the edge of her cock along Lisas clitoris, Lisa moaned and her eyes fluttered open. They looked into each others eyes and Lisa nodded, Akiko grinned and kissed her deeply. She sat up a little and grabbed her cock and positioned it against Lisas entrance, Akiko could see fear and curiosity warring inside Lisas mind.
Akiko...I dont think it will fit, youre so big...
Dont be scared Lisa, what you just felt was nothing compared to the pleasure you are about to experience. Every one of my lovers has told me that my cock is the best they have every felt and that the orgasms are so powerful that they cant even describe them. Akiko said quietly.
But...I...
Her hips thrust forward and the first 5in pushed easily into Lisas super tight pussy, her eyes flew wide and she moaned deep in her throat. Ecstasy, that was the only word she could find to describe the wave after wave of pleasure that flowed from the pussy. She wrapped her arms around Akiko and marveled at a feeling she had never known existed. The flames of ecstasy roared over her and she arched off the floor and felt Akiko push in another couple of inches, Lisa screamed. Akiko closed her eyes and let her long blonde hair hang around them, she got into position and began to slowly thrust into Lisa, with every stroke she would move a little faster and push forward so hard that her breasts were soon wobbling around, and every thrust made Lisa scream and pant, begging for more.
The feel of a hot velvety pussy wrapped around her cock made Akiko drive even harder, her hips pumping like mad. Every thrust moved Lisa a few inches back and made both of them gasp and moan. Akiko started to use her experience, she altered her thrusts after a couple of minutes and started to thrust forward as hard as she could and would pull out very slowly, making Lisa moan and scream at the top of her lungs. A shiver of pure pleasure went down Akikos spine as she tried to make Lisa cum the hardest she had ever cum before.
The feel of Lisas hand grabbing her ass and helping her to thrust and push more and more cock into her sent Akiko into a frenzy. She growled and leaned forward to bite one of Lisas nipples, Lisa went white as a sheet. Her whole body lifted off the floor and she froze, a scream of ecstasy burst out of her throat and her eyes went wide as they tried to roll up into her head, she collapsed into a trance like state, her eyes were open but she wasnt home. The eyes were blank and unfocused as her orgasm flowed over her and consumed her being, and then the shudders came. Lisa started to thrash around like she was having an epileptic fit, drool ran out the edge of her mouth and lust all control of her body.
Akiko was oblivious to it all, she arched back and screamed as she slammed into Lisas cervix and seemed to push past it to bury herself to the hilt. 12 inches of cock throbbed and twitched as Akikos mind went blank, ecstasy rushed down her spine and she let out another scream as fire rushed down her cock and into Lisa. She gasped and exploded as molten cum launched out of her and filled Lisa, on and on it went until Akiko fell forward and nuzzled Lisas neck.
They lay there holding each other in a death grip, sweat dripping off of them and making them glow in the rooms florescent lighting. Akiko sat up first and winced as she felt the claw marks down her back, they were deep and were beginning to hurt now that she was starting to come down. Akiko grunted and looked down at there conjoined bodies and smiled as she realized that her cock was still hard, she felt like another go and felt it twitch. Lisa was barely conscious, she glanced down her body and gaped at the huge thing buried so deeply inside her pussy that it felt like it was in her throat. She clamped her pussy muscles out of habit and found that she was filled so full of cock that she couldnt contract the muscles. She looked up at Akikos head lit from behind by the over headlamp, love filled her heart as she grabbed Akiko by her hair and pulled her down into a kiss filled with promise.
Her heart was pounding as she broke the kiss and sat up to look Lisa in the eyes, she grinned as an idea occurred to her. Lisa, you looked like you liked that. Could I get you to give me a blowjob to say thank you? Akikos eyes twinkled.
A shiver ran through Lisas body as she heard the question and she knew that she would do anything to have Akiko in her again. It didnt matter if it was in he pussy, her ass, or her mouth. She nodded silently because she didnt trust herself to speak, lust had filled her heart and she didnt want this to ever end. Akiko moved and slowly pulled out of Lisa and they both gasped as a flood of thier juices ran out onto the floor, Lisa fell back and screamed as another orgasm ripped through her ravaged body. Akiko crooned and held her for several minutes as she lay there twitching and moaning.
Rolling over, Lisa crawled to her knees and pushed Akiko back against the desk. It never crossed her mind that just 2 hours ago she would have cringed at the thought of even going down on a cock. Now she was drooling in anticipation as she stared at a cock as it rose up so high that it was resting in between a pair of beautiful breasts and glistening with her own juices and trails of cum. She fell forward and grabbed it with both hands. She moaned as she ran her tongue down its length and tasted the most wonderful thing in the world. A shiver went through her and her pussy began to pulse again. As she moved down to its base she saw something nestled behind a pair of small balls that she hadnt even considered and gasped. Akikos pussy was enflamed and bright red and dripping, and Lisa thought her heart would burst.
She had thought that Akiko was a she-male, but this changed everything and she wanted to cry for joy. Her hand pumped Akiko slowly as she licked her way down and tasted the pussy. Akiko twitched and moaned and felt a surge go through her, she grabbed Lisas head. The surge seemed to through Akiko and into Lisa as she took her first taste of Akikos pussy, she moaned and shivered as pure pleasure centered right between her legs and burst into a supernova.
Lisa felt a throbbing begin in her stomach and get stronger and stronger until it was filling her entire body. She crooned in ecstasy and pushed a couple of fingers into Akiko, who cried out and lifted her hips off the floor and twitched as Lisa pumped her cock like a pro. Though Lisa had never had any experience with a cock before, she was a lesbian to the core and she lavished all her skill on Akikos pussy over the next 30 minutes. She would bring Akiko the edge again and again, always backing off to let her calm down. It was a skill her lovers both loved and hated because of their frustrations and the most intense orgasms she produced.
All Akiko knew was that she was begging Lisa to let her cum and she was in desperate need. She could feel the surges of passion building higher and higher with each passing second, pushing Akiko into a delirium of lust and wanting that was consuming her soul. Lisa then surprised Akiko, she licked her way up her cock and took her in her mouth with a moan of deep pleasure. Akikos eyes rolled back and she fell over as the last of her will power left her on the floor with her hips lifting off the floor every time Lisa took her deeper into her mouth.
A scream of ecstasy ripped out of Akiko and her world turned white, her cock started to throb and she could feel her orgasm hit her. Cum surged out of her and into Lisas mouth, stream after stream burst forth to be consumed by Lisa. A scream rips out of Akiko as her pussy flares into its orgasm and she starts to convulse and shudder. Wave after wave of pleasure makes Akiko gasp and scream incoherently until she simply collapses into a heap gasping for air.
I never knew that cum could taste that good! Lisa whispered in Akikos ear as she nibbled it.
... Akiko moaned.
Now Ive go you right where I want you, youre mine and I wont let you go until Ive had my way with you... Lisa rolled to her feet and went over to her desk to open the bottom drawer, she pulled out a bright red jelly strap-on dildo, pulled it on, and adjusted the straps to a snug fit. Walking back over to Akiko she pulled her to her feet and helped her over to the small couch and had her lean over the armrest.
Akiko was still shivering from her orgasms as they surged through her, making her a slave to her bodies needs. She gasped for air as she leaned against the couch unaware of what Lisa had planned for her. Akikos mind was too fogged to be able to figure it out anyway, so it came as a complete surprise when Lisa pushed the red dildo into her. Akiko gasped and arched her back as it was pushed in 10 glorious inches and spread her pussy as wide as it had ever gone.
Pumping steadily, Lisa whispered endearments to Akiko as she worked. At the same time the back of the dildo was rubbing against her clit and making her cream herself. Instinctively they began to work with each other, groaning, panting, and moaning in a unison of animalistic passion. Thier simply quickie had turned into a marathon of orgasms, each trying to out do the other. Tenderness had nothing to do with this either, they were using each other like animals and loving every second of it.
Then Lisa snarled and pulled out of Akiko to leave her with a sense of emptiness and sadness. She turned her head to look at Lisa and saw a feral grin on her features just as she felt the tip of the dildo touch the entrance to her ass. Excitement filled Akiko, the most she had every had back there was some ones fingers. She squealed and grabbed her ass cheeks to pull them wide as Lisa pressed forward. Akiko grunted, feeling her own cream coating the dildo, she gasped as it pierced her with a pop sound. Pain hit her and tears went down Akikos cheeks, she gargled deep in her throat and gasped for more air.
It took a couple of agonizing minutes, but Lisa pushed all the way in and looked down to see Akikos body shivering beneath her. Between her legs she could see that the cock was pointing strait down and was a solid as a rock, suddenly Lisa wanted another girl there so that Akiko could take it up the ass and put it to a girl at the same time. She shrugged, maybe next time, and started to pump slowly. Akiko moaned again and pushed back against Lisa as she shoved forward, they slapped together with a grunt. Something gripped Lisa and she grabbed Akikos thighs and used them to hold Akiko in place as she picked up speed. Gripped in a savage need, her pussy pulsing beautifully, Lisa lust it completely. She rapped Akikos ass, crooning her name and slamming into her so hard that the edge of the couch was being lifted off the floor. Akiko screamed in pain and ecstasy as Lisa took her last remaining virginity, the sound and the feelings were driving her insane, her feet lust their hold on the floor and she tried to regain her footing. Lisa was savage and without mercy, she was pounding Akiko so hard that she wouldnt let her get her feet back under her.
Akikos mind dissolved, she screamed and lust her grip on the couch as Lisa lifted them up with out missing a beat and slammed her against the wall. Faint memories of her rape came back to Akiko and she loves it. The flames of passion blossomed into an orgasm that ripped Akiko to pieces. She made noises that she had never even heard before, her cock twitched and shot cum all over the wall and floor, her pussy ejaculated even more cream, and Akiko let out her loudest scream yet. It ripped out of soul, so loud that people must have been able to hear it outside. Lisa screamed in a lustful rage and buried the dildo deep into Akikos ass as she too exploded, her body wrenched and she lust her balance. They fell the floor screaming and convulsing in ecstasy, they both passed out with Akiko falling on top of Lisa.
A drop of Akikos sweat fell off her nose and onto Lisas cheek, it was enough to wake her. She opened her eyes to look into Akikos sleeping face and she grinned so big that her face nearly split in half. Her whole body was tingling down to her toes and she could still feel the after effects of her orgasm. They were both covered in sweat and looked a mess, but Lisa moved them around and held Akiko in her arms. Already she could feel her juices gathering again, she wanted more, she wanted to consume Akiko completely.
Akiko groaned tiredly and smiled up at Lisa, her eyes filled with satisfaction at the erotic sight of Lisas face flushed with afterglow. Akiko felt a surge and just shook her head a little, as always she just couldnt get enough and her heart filled with joy. She twisted around to push Lisa onto the back, her cock standing hard yet again. Lisa looked at her in amazement and nodded happily as she spread her legs. Akiko positioned herself and pushed in to Lisa again, they both arched back in ecstasy. This time Akiko took her time, thrusting in and out in a steady, but slow pace that drove Lisa wild. She took her time and brought her to at least 3 more orgasms in the next 20 minutes before she gasped and came herself, they screamed together and lay there in each others arms for a long time.
With the last of her strength, Akiko had lifted Lisa to the couch and watched her as she slept. She couldnt believe the feelings rushing through her, twice in one day she had fallen for some girl she barely knew. She just couldnt understand it. Even with the girls in the club she hadnt felt this way, so over powered and complete. Akiko gave a start as she came back to reality and looked back up at Mavi.
"What is this place, exactly?"
"Basically we are a Refinishing School, Miss Styles, our school head, went to your school several years ago and was one of the founding members of your sex club, that is where she and Ms. Phillips became good friends. They developed this place for special students who showed a lot of potential and eventually managed to expand it into the other schools as well."
"Oh, I get it, this club extends out side of schools. I never considered that option before." Akiko said, trying to hide the flush on her face from nearly cumming in her panties because of her daydream. Her cock was solid inside her and her pussy was super wet again, she was more that just a little uncomfortable as she followed Mavi. She felt an almost unlady like urge to adjust herself, like a man.
"Actually, only a few members in every school are ever sent to a place like this. We train in special techniques and skills that will help all of our students, think of it has a extension of your regular school courses. We help to prepare you for life outside of collage, we even help to place you in the job most suited to your talents."
"Cool." A School? Akiko thought to herself, why had Mr. Yashada sent her here to get a new uniform? So far she hadnt seen one school uniform, a rack of clothes, or even a sewing machine. She followed along behind Mavi, looking around and watching everything, her eyes kept glancing at Mavis ass. For an older woman, Akiko noted, she had a fine body and moved with a grace and poise that she had rarely encountered. They went through several doors and into an open courtyard that led to another building behind the main building, once inside they were in more familiar territory to Akiko. They passed through a small hall until they reached a corridor, Mavi led them down past several more doors and entered the room at the end of the hall.
This room, Akiko noticed, had been set up like a small classroom of sorts, but instead of chairs and desks there were are lots and lots of big fluffy pillows along each wall. They were decorated in several colors, both old and new, and looked like they got a lot of use. A woman dressed in a soft brown business suit was sitting at the only desk in the room, which had been positioned in the far back corner. She looked up as they came in and stood up to greet them. She was an average sized woman with long black hair, brown eyes, and was also in fairly decent shape. By fairly decent, Akiko meant that she was hard bodied, thin, and seemed to have more physical power than most women. Even in school the only one she could consider like that, was Mrs. Phillips. These two women, the only ones she had ever seen that made her think like this, were in every way perfect.
Mrs. Styles, this is Akiko Shoo. Mavi said, introducing them.
"Thank you Mavi, we're expecting one more girl to show up for today's interview." Mrs. Styles said with a faint accent that Akiko couldnt place.
"Yes Miss Styles." Mavi said and quietly left the room.
Miss Styles came over to Akiko and circled around her, looking her over and generally making a strange feeling go through Akiko as her eyes roved over her body. It took a minute, but she recognized it as the same one she had gotten from Mrs. Phillips when she had explained that she didnt find her sexually attractive. Akiko knew instantly that these two were very similar, she wouldnt be getting anything from either of them any time soon. Akiko stood there until Miss Styles stopped and smiled at her in a strange way, now Akiko wasnt sure of her feelings at all.
"You know, with most of the students that come here I have a pretty good idea how to proceed, but with you however I'm not sure what you will need to complete this program."
"Why is that? Program?" Akiko said, confusion evident in her voice.
"You're a special case, so I'm going to have to give it some more thought. I made a couple of phone calls this morning, to your school, and a couple of others and got some information about you from my sources. Everything I have says that you are perfect for this school so I have some papers for you to sign." Miss Styles pointed at her desk and walked over to round them up.
"Papers? Just so that I can get couple of new uniforms?"
Ms. Styles stopped and gave her a strange look, then she sighed and sat everything down. She sat on the edge of the desk and cocked her head to the side. "Didn't Mr. Yashada tell you what this...um...class required?"
"What class? He just said to come down and pick up a couple of new uniforms since I had recently managed to ruin both of my other two." Now Akiko felt out of her depth and wondered if Mr. Yashada had forgotten to mention something or if she had been so asleep when they talked that she may have missed something. She also felt dirty, she hadnt been able to clean up after spending her time with Lisa and she just wanted to go and clean up. She could smell herself and she had been hoping to ask to use the shower while she had been waiting for her uniforms. Now it was looking like something wasnt right and she felt even more depressed.
"This is a three-month course that is taken while in the last year of your collage stay and will prepare you for life after you graduate from that collage of yours. We teach things like how to make money, how to start and run your own club, or find and place you in a new job that fits your talents, etc. We even have a couple of special teachers that can show you how to do things sexually that will drive you and your partners bananas with lust." Miss Styles said quietly, though she did blush a little. Akiko your club is a sex club and that makes its members a diverse and special group. We only accept those students who have shown that they have a special brand of strength and determination. According to you records, until recently you didnt meet our standards, but your special status seems to have made you a better person and allowed you to meet those standards. You are the only girl to have been given this opportunity in such a short time span, according to Mrs. Phillips you have only been a member of the club for a little over a month and yet you are wearing out every one in the club trying to satisfy your needs. That determination is what we want in our students, it represents drives and needs that few students ever achieve.
Akikos mind scrambled to adjust to the new information and what Mrs. Styles was offering her. She knew instantly that it would mean something positive for her, she loved school, but she had been unfocused of late and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to change all that. "I think I now understand what you said earlier about not knowing how to proceed with me, you know more about my special changes than I thought you did and you don't know how to go about fitting me in with the rest of the students. Just how many students are we talking about, I havent seen any today and this does seem to be a school of sorts?"
"Mrs. Phillips told me all about you, as for students, we usually have about 50 students per season."
Akiko paced across the room, this place sounded like a lot of fun, but she had some reservations about moving over here. She kicked a couple of pillows out from the wall and flopped down, trying to find out what she wanted. Several questions raced through her mind and she had to voice them, something wasnt right here and she wanted to know what.
This place sounds like a lot of fun, but I need to know some things.
Go ahead.
Who will pay for this, I figure since Mr. Yashada sent me over here it means that special circumstances are involved. My parents wont just sign off on a new bill without looking at the fine print.
You are correct, we are funded by ex-students, each graduate sends us 1% of everything they make on every paycheck they receive. That means that we have on average several hundred thousand dollars coming in on a monthly basis. It is part of the training you are given, we are a big family and we always help each other. As for the money, well if you sign up Ill tell you, but right now I wont because that is specialized information.
I dont know...about sending me here I mean, but I have figured out a way to help your original problem with how to proceed with me if I do decide to sign up.
How?
"Easy, instead of showing me only one course, the female side, show me the best of both. I'm a quick study and I can handle the, um...stamina needed to pass both." Akiko wanted to tell her about fucking the entire morning with to lovely ladies, but she knew that would only get her in trouble. She gave a start as she was thinking like a man, wanting to brag about her conquests. In all her life she had never done that before, what had changed in her to make her that shallow?
"Both?" Said Mrs. Styles, she looked amazed, as if she hadnt even considered that rout. This was enough to snap Akiko out of her growing fear and derail her nervousness over a mental change in her body.
"Yes, I've got a lot of energy and because of the odd setup of my body I can fuck almost constantly..." Akiko started.
The door opens behind Akiko and she turns around on the pillows to watch as Mavi comes in leading Aky, "Miss Styles the other student..."
Aky lets out a gasp, screeches, and flies across the room to wrap Akiko, pulls her to her knees and wraps her in a bear hug. She begins to bounce up and down ecstatically, rubbing her breasts into Akikos face. As always her large breasts are the center of Akikos attention. They are super soft and Akikos mouth begins to water as she tries to control her quickly rising sexual urge. A strange odder tickles Akikos nose, but she is unable to place it as Akys perfume dominates everything.
"Now it's my turn!" Aky exclaims.
"Hi Aky, I didn't expect to see you here." Akiko said mildly, she is happy to see Aky and goes to prove it. Then she stops and looks Aky over again, something isnt right, but she cant figure out what it is. Something is out of place, no, something is there that shouldnt be there. Akiko looks her over carefully, but she cant find anything out of place, Aky is as exuberant as always. Akiko tries for several more seconds, but Aky interrupts her.
"Ha, my mom sent me here, said I had to learn what she did all those years ago so that we could expand the club."
"Aky, your mom said I was to teach you everything, so you and Akiko are going to be working together in one of our special classes. Its been awhile since we had 2 students from the same school here so I will probably have you two working together a lot."
Suddenly Aky's eyes narrowed and she walked around Akiko looking for over, her hand suddenly went up Akiko's dress and felt around her panties in a very knowing way and made Akiko gasp in shock. "Where is it?"
"What?" Akiko asked in surprise.
"That giant cock of yours that Mika hasn't stopped talking about for the last 2 weeks."
"I learned how to hide it so that I could wear normal panties again." Akiko said with a grin.
"You can't hide something that big Akiko."
"Aky that's enough, youll get your chance. Akiko if you have managed to hide your special equipment that's one less thing I'm going to have to show you. Now let's get started, I need to examine both of you to find out what I'm dealing with, so let's get over to the examination room where Mavi is setting up. After that we will get back to the paperwork both of you will need to sign, as collage students you both are more than capable of making your own decisions." Miss Styles ordered. She wanted Akiko out of the room, ever since she had entered Mrs. Styles had been growing more and more horny by the minute and just seemed to know that Akiko had something to do with it.
The examination room turned out to be a small addition built at the back of the house, it was the most modern part of the entire property. Mavi was there in a lab coat putting on latex gloves as they entered. She looked up and smiled at Akiko and went on to explain that all the students were given their physicals here, once a week. "Every Monday we will be going every inch of your body to find out how you're holding up under the schools regime. We can be very hard on new students as they adjust to the different types of schooling we use here."
"Is it that difficult?" Aky asked. Her mother tended to put her through hell at school and at home in the name of training. She had recently began to try and get away from her dominating mother, but she couldnt do that until she could move around on her own and that meant another year or more under the torture that was her life. She loved her mom, but there were thing she didnt like to do that her mother insisted upon and there were times when she had been in to much pain to continue. Her home life with her mom would have to stop if this place was so difficult that they had to keep that close a tab on thier health...
"Some of the things we teach can be painful if you're not ready for them, so we set this place up to treat unexpected injuries so that the hospital doesn't get suspicious of our activities. Most of the teachers here are trained nurses and paramedics, it is a requirement that prevents us from hiring normal teachers. A lot of the old students like to come back from time to time so we started to add medical training to the policies. It has helped to deter a lot of ex-students over the last couple of years. Now I want both of you to strip completely, we will start with Aky. I think Akiko's exam is going to take some time, considering that she is quite special."
Aky shrugged and looked over at Akiko with eyes filled with lust, she moved slowly as she slipped out of her uniform, undoing her shirt and quickly revealing those giant breasts of hers. They strained against her bra as if knowing they would soon be let loose, large nipples were clearly visible. Wiggling her hips, Aky let her skirt fall to the floor and revealed that she wasnt wearing any panties and showed off her light brown pubic hair as it glistened. Aky blushed over this even as she undid her bra and freed her massive breasts and smiled up at Akiko. Her nipples swelled up in the rooms cool air and they looked like a pair of large erasers.
Akiko had to physically restrain herself as the urge to instantly touch them hit her and even raised her hand up to do so, but Mavi spoke up and said no. Mavi moved forward and pulled Aky over to the bed, she had a look in her eyes that Akiko quickly recognized as the one she had every time she found some one new to play with. So Akiko gazed at the tiny brown patch of hair above Aky's pussy and just droll for a few minutes, trying to imagine what it would taste like. Her sheathed cock, still hard from her daydream, started to throb and her pussy started to drip into her already wet panties. Her uncomfortable situation, which she had actually managed to forget for a few minutes, had returned with a passion. She grimpsed in disgust and tried to ignore it, but she found that impossible now.
Feeling playful, Aky jumped on the table and lounged back provocatively so that they could take a good look at her perfectly formed pussy, Mavi actually blushed. Akiko felt a surge of lust wash over her and she barely restrained herself, everyday her sexual urge got stronger and stronger. Today had to be some kind of record though, this had to be the first time in the last few weeks that she had been presented with the opportunity to have sex with so many girls in one day. She hadnt refused yet and felt like she could easily go another round in the sack. If she remembered right, she had cum at least 7 times today, full loads of cum with about 2 to 10 minutes recovery time between them. Now she was at it again and felt even more horny than usual, Akiko shook her head in awed surprise.
Stop that Aky or Ill make this session last all day, you wont get see Akiko or her cock then. Mavi said as she tried to control her blush.
She quickly got down to business and started out by doing all the usual things a doctor would. Mavi quickly took height, weight, and moved on to Akys measurements, all the while jotting down little notes on her clipboard. Checking the eyes, ears, looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Well everything seems to be in good order and in proportion for a girl your age. We wont be taking a blood sample today, we will do that after you are here a couple days."
"What exactly are you looking for?" Aky asked, trying to look and see what Mavi had gotten for her measurements.
"Right now looking for any sign of an eating disorder, VD, or anything out of the ordinary."
"No need to worry about that my account, my mom controls all my meals." The bitterness was obvious.
"Youre fine, now to the second part, the breast exam." Mavi said as if she hadnt been listening to Aky complain. Of course Akiko hadnt heard either, she was focused right on Akys pussy and licking her lips unconsciously.
Mavi came over and ran her hands along the sides of Aky's large breasts and cupped them to test weight and size. From there she used the palm of her hand to slowly rub around the large breast mass in small circles, each one taking about 15 minutes and Aky was looking a little horny by the time she finished. Her nipples were rock hard and standing at full attention, and Aky was breathing heavily. By this time to Akiko wanted to rip her clothes off and take both women right there, she barely controlled her urges and had to rub her legs together just keep control. Her inner thighs were wet and sent a ripple of ecstasy through her as the moved, she knew that if she kept it up she would have an orgasm with in minutes. This was too much, she got up, glared at to both women, and started to pace from wall-to-wall.
"Okay Akiko, it's your turn." Mavi said.
She almost ripped her clothes off as she is popping up on the table beside Aky. Akiko hugged her, kissed her ear and promptly felt her up. "I'm going to ravage you if we ever get out of here." She whispered as she brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes intense.
No cock, it was the first thing Aky noticed as Akiko popped up on the table and her eyes went as wide as they possibly could. She had seen it before, during the all-night orgy at the gym. Hell, the look of total ecstasy on Mikas face at the time had proved it to be real. "Where is it?"
"I thought you were blessed with a large cock girl." Mavi said, noticing the missing piece as well.
Akiko giggled as she realized that almost no one knew about her flesh pocket, she had only just discovered it. "When I first realized I had this thing, I let it hang out all the time, but several days ago I discovered I had been given something else as well." She laid back and pointed to the top edge of her pussy. "Look here, see how the top flares out to the sides almost three inches? What's this..."
Taking a deep breath, Akiko gave a little grunt and pushed. The tiny hood of her flesh pocket opened up like a little mouth and her cock head popped out. Aky and Mavi gasp in unison as it suddenly surges out and moves to stand at full attention. A wave of pleasure sweeps through Akiko and she said lets out a sigh and relaxes with a smirk on her face. "There, my cock."
Her knees went week and Mavi fell to the floor, shock written all over her face. Aky on the other hand started to drool as she slowly counted 11 full inches of giant manhood. With a small pair of balls at the base it was completely hairless and glistened wetly in its glory. "Now that's what I remember, screw your exam on Mavi, your touching my breasts made me so horny I almost jumped you." With an animal like moan Aky fell on Akiko's cock. She kissed the tip and ran her tongue down its length and tasted her spicy sweet flavor. Mavi stared at Akiko's exposed pussy and something came over her, suddenly she licked her lips, lust filled her eyes and she crawled over on her hands and knees to help Aky.
A long moan issued from the back of Akiko's throat and her cock grew another inch. Mavi relaxed her throat and took almost eight inches as her head bobbed up and down the incredible length. Aky's tongue job moved down and focused on the outer lips of Akiko's pussy, they were drawn back and bright red and the instant she even got close to them Akiko started to paint. Aky took a deep breath and blew warm air deep into Akikos pussy, droplets of her cream quickly formed and rolled down onto her ass. Aky took her time as she licked these up as they formed and soon had Akiko crooning softly.
This was the kind of attention Akiko craved, she reveled in the sexual frenzy as it seemed to gripper every few hours. Almost instantly she forgot about her feelings of fear about her over active sex drive and how had it was to control, the millisecond Aky had placed her tongue on her cock Akiko had surrendered completely. Panting with suppressed lust, Akiko runs her foot down Aky back and ground her toes into the crack of her ass. A flood of warmth flows through Akiko and starts to focus inside and around her groin as Aky runs her tongue from the base of her cock to the opening of her asshole and back up again. With a moan, Aky buries her tongue in Akiko as deep is it will go and uses all her skill she had ever learned while eating out girls. Akiko's hips liftoff the bed and pressed into Aky, while Mavi is now detouring almost 10 full inches of her foot long cock as she deep throats the longest cock she has ever encountered.
It starts out as an almost unnoticed sound, but slowly builds until Aky and Mavi feel Akiko shudder and let out a scream of pure ecstasy as her cock explodes, filling Mavi's mouth quicker than she can swallow. A long stream of molten cum flows down Akiko's cock and into her pussy. Where Aky sets off Akiko's second orgasm by sucking cum off her clitoris and burring three fingers into the knuckles.
A scream rips out of Akiko and she goes into convulsions as wave after wave of her orgasm rips through her, leaving her in a spent heap on the table as Mavi licks up all the cum she missed and Aky continues to suction her pussy. Fifteen minutes, that's how long it takes Akiko to come back to her senses and by that time she finds that she is actually spent. Even then a shudder runs server body every few seconds until her heart slows down to normal pace. Oh, I so love the feel of an experience mouth. She says tiredly.
Lost in a haze of lust, Aky and Mavi had fallen upon each other as they found Akiko was unable to help them satisfy them. They were French kissing and sharing Akiko's delectable offerings with each other's exploring tones. Mavi, even in her lust, shows her experience by slowly working herself down Aky's chin and neck, licking blithely and making Aky moan loudly. Her back arches off the floor and thrusts her ample breasts out as Mavi's mouth suctions around a nipple and her hands lift and squeezed both breasts.
The sound resounded deep in Akiko's mind and she sat up to watch, her cock twitched and rose back to life, her eyes took in every curve and detail of both women as they savaged each other. As was usual, her recovery time was something this side of phenomenal, she decided on a plan of attack almost instantly. She slipped off the bed and came up behind Mavi, with shaking hands she yanked the lab coat off and started to undo the bottoms of Mavi's simple dress. It fell away with ease, Akiko grins and reaches around to feel Mavi's hanging breasts and at the same time she kneels down and maneuvers for cock so that it goes between Mavi's legs and the hard shaft is pressing against her pussy. Mavi gasps and looks down, she lets out the most beautiful moan Akiko has ever heard.
"I want you to lick Aky's pussy while I take you from behind." Akiko said breathlessly.
Aky is in another world as Mavi quickly makes her way down her stomach and lick her belly button. She jumps at the unexpected feeling and smiles in anticipation, her breathing quickens and she starts to moan louder and louder the closer Mavi moved to her pussy. With Akiko helping to guide her, Mavi repositions herself between Aky's legs. Grabbing the cushion of a nearby chair, Akiko places it under her waist so that her ass is up in the air and all her goodies are open and ready. She takes in the sight of Mavis aroused pussy and tries to memorize every fold, crease, and bulge as her hips wiggle around seductively.
Mavi kisses her way around the beautiful thighs until Aky's musky pussy is just inches away. Smiling at Akiko, she wiggled her ass invitingly even as her thumbs pry open Aky's pussy and she gently licks the edges with the tip of her tongue. This was always Mavis favorite part when she made love to another girl, the first taste and look of pleasure on her lovers faces as the took them to heaven. Aky shutters and moans loudly as Mavi's tongue performs its magic subtly, and making Aky arched off the floor and let out a loud cry as a ripple of ecstasy goes through her.
Starting on Mavi's shoulders, Akiko kisses and lick her way down one side and back up the other, kissing her neck, squeezing her breasts, playing with the responsive nipples, and licking the base of her ear lobe, at the same time she watches as Mavi begins to really work on Aky. Her tongue and fingers dive in and penetrate both holes, Aky's eyes fly open and she screams as her body lifts off the floor. Akiko gasps as she takes in the sights and smells filling the room and gives in to her bodys desires.
Spreading Mavi's but cheeks, Akiko positions her cock at the entrance to her pussy and easily pushes a couple of inside. Mavi freezes for several seconds before she relaxes and starts to purr, she throws her head back and shudders. "Oh God! Youre so big!"
With a single-minded goal, Akiko pushes forward into Mavi. She found it quite easy to push in almost 9 or 10 inches before it became to tight for her. The sheer, silky heat radiating from Mavis pussy almost made of Akiko swoon in ecstasy. She loved the heat and grinned as Mavi's juices started to flow out and coat the last couple of inches of her cock and run down into her pussy. Akiko started to pump in a slow steady rhythm and that soon had Mavi whimpering in ecstasy and begging for more and more. A barely heard gargling sound was issuing from the back of Mavis throat as Akiko took her, it was all she could do to stay in place as the most intense feeling to ever hit her spread through out her body. I was pure rapture, it filled her soul and possessed her mind.
As the sudden rise in pleasure quickly stopped, Aky opened her eyes and giggled to cover up her feelings of abandonment. Only a few women had ever felt Akiko's cock and every one of them would sell their souls just a feel it again, Mika had been obsessed over it since day one and the twins had been a total wreck the day after Akiko had her turn with them. The look on Mavi's face said this and more, her eyes had rolled up into her head and her tongue was hanging out with droll dripping off her chin as incoherent noises were coming out of her mouth. Aky scooted down hugged Mavi close as grunts, squeals, and finally screams burst out of her every time Akiko pushed into her.
A strange feeling had inflamed Mavi as Akiko enter her, it felt nothing like any man she had ever had before, pulses of pleasure were sweeping through her and took over her body like an invading army. Every thrust made her grunt and pant, Mavis toes curled and her skin became supersensitive. She could feel every inch of skin contact with Aky as she scooted down and wrapped herself around her. Mavi wanted to lean down and kiss her like she would have in a normal situation, but Akikos cock had possessed her and she couldnt focus past the intense ecstasy filling her body.
Akiko lets out a loud moan and thrusts herself into Mavi until her small balls slap against Mavis pussy. Her eyesight faded out as a massive orgasm hit her and rushed down her spine making her cock explode, Akiko could swear that she felt her balls drain and rush down her cock deep into Mavi. She quickly filled Mavi with stream after steam of cum and felt her offerings dripping out as she fell forward totally spent. Even then her cock continued to spew streams of cum into Mavi, it was too much, as her balls emptied all of Akikos energy left her. With Aky holding her, Mavi crushed thier lips together as she came. Massive shutters of pure ecstasy swept through her. Not one, but two orgasms in quick succession, and left her a quivering mass on the floor as Akiko pulled out of her and left her hungry pussy wanting more.
With a wet pop Akiko groaned and fell back against the bed, she was totally spent and gasping for air. To Aky's amazement, even after all that, Akiko was still half-hard and had a long stream of cum dangling off the tip of her cock. Mavi whispered in Aky's ear and lurched to her feet, stepped to the bed, and flopped down. She was asleep in a matter of seconds. Aky crawled over by Akiko, bent down and licked up the precious cum before she managed to sit down.
"I've got to have you."
Akiko giggled, "Sure, just give me a minute to recover. I've come several times in the last few minutes." Not to mention everything that I did this morning with Hailie and Lisa, Akiko thought to herself. She knew that in just a few minutes she would be ready to jump back into the fray and go for another half-hour or so.
"Since you interrupted Mavi, I haven't come once yet. You're going to have to make up for that." Aky threatened with a lewd smile.
"Mmm, sounds like fun..." Akiko purred.
Then to Akiko's amazement Aky froze and a strange look came over her face, absolute fear. She rolled to her feet, grabbed her clothing, and ran out of the room faster than Akiko could even move. Akiko was so surprised that she didn't even have time to cry out or even stop her. She stood up and stepped outside the examination room and watched Akys backside disappear around corner, she frowned in puzzlement and wonder what had happened.
To Be Continued...
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Akiko Shoo-Rie Encounter
Chapter 4
By C. Rose(c)2000
(FF)
The school hallways were full of students heading to various classes as Akiko made her way out of the nurses office and headed to her own locker. She was grinning stupidly and getting some strange looks from those around her, but she was in to good a mood to really notice. She turned a corner and counted numbers until she found her locker, opened it and put her books inside. Akiko stood about 5ft 11in, tall for a girl, she stood out like a beacon on a hill in the middle of a fog. Just perfect for her large bone structure and giant mass of blond hair, Akiko could spend hours brushing it and styling it. Her hair hung to below her waist and had already been pulled into a ponytail jutting off the top of her head, without this her hair would have hung to her shins easily.
Her skin was a little pale, but her blonde hair was the perfect match and gave her a slight California blonde look. Predictably her eyes were a deep blue and sparkled as she smiled. Being the only half-American, half-Japanese girl in the school made her an oddity to, but she had learned how to ignore the stares long ago out of self-preservation. After her hair, she had this habit of showing off her breasts by modifying her uniform to do it. If one looked at the right angle they could see that her top was to small and could see between the buttons to catch glimpses of the curve of her perfect breasts, 38cc cups with her large nipples visible through the material of her uniform. Shed been asked to cover up the problem more than once, but she ignored them, the got too much of a thrill out of it.
"Akiko?"
She turned and found a young girl looking at her, it took a second, but she recalled her name as Rie. Rie was wearing her school uniform, a brown and white arrangement that Akiko had to wear herself. She hated it with a passion beyond words, it constricted and hid everything she wanted to show off, but even she had to admit that it looked good on Rie in a too young kind of way. It set off her brown hair and made her white hair band stand out beautifully. Trailing down Ries face, Akiko thought the nose was a little to small for Rie, but it was balanced by her slightly to big mouth and full lips graced with just a hint of pink lipstick. Akiko nearly gasped as she realized that she was looking at Rie as a potential conquest for her bed, she tried not to blush as her body tried to make her take Rie right there in the hall in front of everybody.
"Hi Rie, what's up?" She desperately trying to control her out of control lust.
"Can I talk to you about Mika?"
Mika?
Um..well...
"What about her? Why don't you talk to her your self?" Akikos hands lifted and started to shack as she resisted this strange pull towards Rie. She could feel herself getting hard and hopped her shorts would hold off her potential embarrassment.
"This is about her so I can't talk to her, get it?"
"Ask away." Akiko shrugged, Rie seemed a little to nervous to notice her predicament. Her eyes traveled down Ries body and looked at the small breasts pushing against Ries uniform, Akiko wanted to lick them suddenly and it took everything she had to control the urge, there were far to many people around.
"Why is she obsessing over you!? Every since yesterday every word out of her mouth has been Akiko this, Akiko that!" Rie stomped her foot and glared at her.
Akiko snapped out of her lust induced trance and stared at Rie as the words filtered through her lust filled mind, uh oh, she thought, this could be bad. "Rie, I have no idea, we just met yesterday at an after school club." She said automatically.
"The one she won't tell me about?"
"I don't know Rie, maybe."
"You've been Fucking Her haven't you!" Rie screamed, several students turned to look at them.
Akiko swallowed and paled, her mind racing to find out just what was wrong with Rie. She decided that Rie needed to be reminded just where they were. Her hand moved so fast she didnt even know she was doing it until she just slapped her. Ries head snapped to the side and she fell to the floor looking stunned, after a few seconds she burst into tears.
"How. Dare. You!" Akiko hissed, her mind in some other dimension as some kind of auto pilot took over. She spun on her heel and walked off, leaving a shocked and sobbing Rie on the floor in a heap. Her conscious mind snapped back into reality and Akiko stopped after only a couple of steps and came back, she felt strange. Somehow her mind knew exactly how to deal with this situation so that Akiko could get Rie to surrender herself completely.
It was like having 2 minds in one body, though this had never happened before Akiko wasnt frightened. For some reason she wasnt even frightened, it was like the feeling shed had the morning she woke up with her cock, it just didnt bother her. Akiko looked within herself and figured that it had something to do with the transformation, maybe it wasnt finished with her yet. Maybe the changes were more than cosmetic, perhaps they were now moving deeper into her mind and doing other things to her that she couldnt even contemplate.
The sight of Rie was one that made something inside her feel really bad, a young girl crying over something that was her fault. Akiko sighed and decided to make things better for Rie and see if her new idea was right, maybe they could feel better about each other and make peace if they talked it out. She kneeled down and wrapped Rie in her arms, stood, and pulled a sobbing Rie to her feet. She didnt like this situation, but she had a pretty good idea what was going on, her mind was giving her ideas and hints. It was like knowledge being downloaded directly into her brain and manipulating her actions, just like her overwhelming lust and nymphomaniac level of desire for sex.
"Rie I don't know what caused this outburst, but you need to talk about it."
"I-I'm so sorry Akiko, b-but..." Rie blubbered, big tears rolling down her face and dripping off her chin. Sensing something, those still in the hall stopped to watch, they knew a good show when they saw one. Akiko noticed too and decided to take this some place a little more private, behind the school was a semi-secluded park area that wasnt used all that often. It was perfect. She guided Rie outside and they slowly made thier way past a small wall that was the boundary line between the school and the park. Akiko moved over to some benches concealed in the heavy under growth of the park area, Akiko made sure that they were not followed by keeping an eye out for anything unusual, she wanted them to be alone without any distractions.
"Are you feeling better?" Akiko murmerd, her face buried in Ries hair. She could smell Ries shampoo and she hugged her, trying to resist her intense urge to lick Ries ear. They sat down and she held Rie in her lap for several minutes until the storm of crying stopped. Akikos hand came up and brushed a wet cheek, wipping the tears off, Rie didnt seem to notice the soft touch that sent a thrill through Akiko.
"Mmm...Hmm..." Rie nodded.
"Now what in the world would cause you to act like this?" Akiko asked, she didn't let go and Rie slipped off her lap and wrapped her arms around Akikos waist and hugged her like a baby. Akiko could feel her face pressing into her stomach and resisted another urge to touch her someplace naughty. Rie's explanation came out in little sobs, punctuated by the sniffles.
"Two weeks ago M-Mika made...love to me, it was the most...beautiful and erotic experience of my life. I love her...and now your taking her away...from me!" Rie's voice was getting hysterical again and the tears were flowing again.
Oh boy, Akiko thought, no wonder Rie was asking so out of sorts. Mika was ignoring this fragile, delectable girl, after taking advantage of her. If she remembered right, Rie was only 15 years old, she had skipped a couple of grades several years ago because of how smart she was. Most of the girls in school right now were in the final steps of thier puberty, but Rie was only just beginning to go through it and she didn't know how to deal with the strange changes, the intense feeling that could simply rush up one send them off in the stangest direction. Another idea added itself to her original idea and she had to resist the urge to laugh evilly. Rie would of run off in terror if shes seen the look in Akikos eyes in that moment.
"Rie I'm not taking Mika away from you, I think we can work this out if your willing. Just how old are you Rie, I know your young but how young exactly?"
"I-i'm almost 16."
"Then I'm right, that explains a lot Rie, especially your outburst a little while ago. Puberty."
"What?!"
"You were not ready to have any of the feelings that Mika brought out in you, you weren't emotionally stable enough for them, I think. You need to experience a little life, adult situations and so forth. Use that brain of yours and analyze the situation, tell me what's wrong. I know what the problem is now, I went through all this 3 years ago. Your hormones are raging out of control and becoming almost impossible to control."
"Then what..."
"You need to experience a little life Rie, more than one relationship. Yes I think that will do you a lot of good." Akiko interrupted.
"Just how can I do that?"
"It would mean trusting me and for you to ignore Mika for a week or so, you need to back off and get a better perspective on things. You must do this to save yourself needless grief."
"Will you ignore Mika too?"
"No, but I will limit my time with her."
"A-alright, how do we start?"
"Stand up, turn around and sit in my lap like you were doing a little while ago, so that your back is to me. Now close your eyes and lean back into me, how does this make you feel?" Akiko wrapped her arms around Rie as she sat and held her close.
"It feels funny, but good, like a good hug should."
"Good, good, now relax a little, your as stiff as a board."
Rie exhaled and visibly forced herself to relax, she sank down a little as Akiko opened her legs. "Mmmm...this feels even better Akiko."
"Now I want you to relax and just enjoy what I'm doing to you, ok?"
"Ok." Rie whispered and relaxed even more.
Slowly Akiko lowered her hands, caressing Rie's stomach, her thighs, and waist with the tips of her fingers. She continued this for a couple of minutes, just grazing the skin. Rie moaned suddenly and Akiko watched as goose bumps raised up on Ries thighs, that made her decide to move things along and prepare Rie for what she really had planned. She inched the skirt back a little at a time, her hands never stopping thier dance. "How do you feel now?"
"It's like the day Mika made love to me, I feel strange, hot, and out of breath."
"That's exactly how I want you. Did you know your body is very well developed for your age? Nice breasts, tight ass, flat stomach, even your beautiful hair." Akiko whispered in her ear, this was starting to get really fun.
"My breasts are not that good..."Rie started.
Akiko's hands rose abruptly and squeezed Rie's breasts. "These are beautiful Rie, no matter what you might think."
Her eyes flew wide and Rie pushed Akiko's hands down. "What are you..."
"I'm going to give you the added experience you need." Akiko said simply, she put her hands back.
"But..." Rie sounded like she was going to panic.
"I'm trying to seduce you Rie." Akiko said in exasperation, her horny body making her take control of the situation. Her hands lifted and caressed the breasts again, she squeezed them lightly. "Anyway, you need this if you want to have Mika, she has a very healthy sexual appetite and you'll need to have a lot of experience if you want her to have sex with you again. The experience will do you good, widen your outlook a little."
Thought Rie looked very frightened, a question formed in eyes and she started to ask it as Akiko worked her hands along her exposed thighs and up under her skir. The question flew out of Ries head as she realized where Akikos hands would eventually end up. Akiko worked slowly, trying not to really frighten the girl, then she sighed and leaned back against her again. Akiko's hands came up and unbuttoned Rie's shirt to reveal her plain white bra covered breasts, her nipples were hard as rock and pressing against the material.
She went inside and pulled this down, found a nipple, and rolled it the hard little bullet, lightly pinching it. Rie watched in stunned silence, unable to stop Akiko for reasons that she didn't understand. She moaned and held Akiko's wrists limply. Still, she was able to protest a little, she asked predictable question.
"But what if someone sees us?"
"That's the thrill of this location, the trees and bushes block casual sight but they leave several areas open that would allow anyone to see us. It's isolated, but the possibility exists and I for one love to do it outside." Akiko said, she gave into her tempation and kissed Ries ear lobe.
A few seconds later Rie gave the sign she was looking for, Rie gasped and surrendered to Akiko completely. Rie went completely limp and spread her legs, Akiko leaned in and kissed to back of Rie's neck and shoulders. She nibbled on a convenient ear lobe again, but as she moved Rie into position she spotted movement out of the corner of the eye, glanced side ways, and spotted Mika watching them from the nearby bush covered wall. Anna and Lita's heads were poking over the wall, they all looked stunned and excited. Akiko took a second to use her hand to tell them to stay in place and not interfere.
Moving back to Rie she doubled her efforts to keep her excited, Akiko didn't want her to know that they were being watched, at least not yet. She pulled Rie's skirt back to reveal a pair of brown school panties, Rie moaned beautifully. Akiko grinned as she slipped her hand under the elastic band of the panty and brushed her light pubic hair, from there she moved further down and found Rie's hot pussy.
Oh Akiko!
Gently caressing the damp slit, Akiko spread her open and rubbed it in a circular motion, Rie let out this amazingly sexy croon and arched her back, Akiko's hand flew and Rie got wetter by the second, even the wet squishing sound seemed loud to Akiko. Rie just let out the an even sexier moan and Akikos own pussy flooded. She bit down and nipped Ries shoulder and tried to conceal her rising lust, but it was starting to make her see red.
This biggest problem for Akiko, she had to hold herself back and over the last several days shed gotten in the habit of giving in to her urges constatly. Her cock was like a steel rod trying to force it's way out of it's cage, it felt so very uncomfortable. At least Rie's position prevented her from getting an idea of what Akiko had consealed the shorts between her legs. That she didn't seem to notice seemed a little odd to Akiko, but she wasn't going to say anything and ruin her chances with Rie this willing to be taken in public. This'd had the effect of making her focus completely on Akiko's fingers and writhe around on her lap. Rie's head weaved back and forth, she would gasp and moan every few seconds, and had started to make this squeaking sound that Akiko was starting to just adore.
Then her hips lifted off the bench and Akiko's lap, she let out a long sexy moan, threw her had back and started to shiver. Oh god Akiko...Ownngghhhhh... Rie screamed out, trying to bite off her orgasm.
Akiko grinned again, maybe this impromptu idea would work out. She twisted Rie around, her arousal making her very limber. Akiko went under her arm, pulled the shirt away and went to work on a rock hard nipple by sucking on it. She sucked hard and tried to inhale the nipple, Rie gasped and came again, screaming so loud that Akiko wanted to stifle her for fear of discovery.
Oh....Akiko what are...you doing to...ANNNNNUGHHHHHHH!
Dimly, she heard a faint gasp from Mika's direction, she instantly changed her strategy and pushed a couple fingers into Rie to do a little exploring. Rie lets out another loud squeal before she can suppress it, Akiko moans herself, as the nipple gets a little harder and her cock actually pulses. Akiko's eyes go wide as she realizes that she was very close to her own orgasm, no one had even touched her yet.
She tried to ignore a sudden temptation to take Rie right there on the bench and adds another finger instead, and twists it around. This makes Rie croon loudly, her breathing has become a kind of panting and she is writhing around as Akiko works, barely aware of her sorroundings. This was something that Akiko had noticed, whenever she was doing somebody, they seemed to be lost to the world. She seemed to have this talent to make anyone writhe in total ecstasy, men or women.
Drool is dripping off Rie's chin as she gasps for air, her heart was beating to fast for her to even think, Akiko's fingers pushing her into orbit. Akiko kissed the other ear lobe and adds another finger before she switches to the other nipple, Rie arches off the bench and tries to let out a long scream, but Akiko manages to cover her mouth just in time to stifle it.
What does come out is a high pitched squeal that makes her stomach and chest heave, and sets her thrashing all over the bench, and her ass to brushing against Akiko's cock so much that she has to moan herself. The feeling was almost to intense to ignore anymore. She knew Rie could probably handle her cock, but she needed to be brought along slowly. Instead she slammed her fingers into a flooded pussy and spread it wide, with a little evil giggle Akiko started to wiggle them back and forth probing away. The effect was shocking and immediate.
"Oh!" Rie's eyes flew wide and she screamed before Akiko could stop her again, she froze as the echos rebounded across the area. Rie shuddered and entered orgasm territory, it ripped through her like a lightning bolt and the after shocks were the rolling thunder. She fell off the bench and to the ground out of Akiko's grasp , a massive series of shudders and gasps wracked her body as she rode the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Akiko grinned and leaned forward to touch her pussy again, Rie screamed as 2 more orgasms thundered through her and left her laying on the ground like a twitching limp rag. Tears were streaming down her face, and Akiko knew she was now hers to with as she wanted.
"Ooooh..."
"That's what I mean by experiencing life Rie. It can only get better and better the more you do it, there are wonders out there that you haven't even considered yet. I think that will be all for today. Go home and think Rie, get your perspectives in place and live a little." Akiko stood looked down at Rie, she towered over the helpless girl still locked into her powerful orgasm, stepped over her and walked off toward where she had spotted Mika and the girls. Akiko couldn't resist tossing her hair and laughing at the thought of Rie coming to her on a daily basis for more and more sex.
The girls were gone, much to Akiko's relief, she wouldn't have to send them off, maybe she could find Fomia since they always walked home together. She made her way across the school grounds and realized that school had ended while they were playing in the bushes. Akiko sighed, she needed a fuck, bad, maybe she could find Mika before she left and see if she had liked the show. She headed off to the gym where the club said they usually met after school.
Her walk across the school grounds helped her to control her own out of control horniness, it only took a few minutes to reach to gym and let herself. She waved at Anna and Lita as she spotted them over in one corner, but they ducked out and waved goodbye before she could get over to them. She found Mrs. Phillips and Mika in the office talking, they look up at her as she entered and smiled at them. They just glared, which caught Akiko by surprise and caused her to stop in place.
"Akiko, Mika here is worried." Said Mrs. Phillips in a strange tone.
"About what?"
"Rie is a special project of hers..."
Youve got to be kidding.
Akiko, Rie was going to be my next addition to the club and now you have ruined it. If she joins you will get all the credit and I will be left out...
"Rie is a 15 year old emotionally unstable girl, she attacked me verbally in a jealous rage over Mika ignoring her. I promised that I would show her around, help her to experience life a little." Akiko snapped, suddenly angry and wondering what had set her off.
"Rie is mine!" Mika shouted.
"You seduced her like all the others Mika, but she liked it so much she fell in love with you. Let me try and smooth things out with, I might even be able to get her to join the club if things work out."
"But..."
"That's enough Mika, I think I understand now. Akiko, this is your second day, but I've already received a couple of complaints abut you. You need to slow down, you and the nurse were so loud this morning that the assistant principle in the office next door almost had a heart attack when he figured out what you were doing to each other."
"Anya likes to give blow jobs, it's impossible to keep quiet when she is bobbing up and down...what?"
Mrs. Phillips coughed and blushed as she stopped gapping, "Sorry, I'm finding it hard to adjust to your special condition. Frankly it gives me the willies, you can sit there an calmly say that the school nurse gave you, a girl, an excellent blowjob without blinking."
"I didn't know it bothered you that much..."
"I guess I'm just not attracted to you Akiko, I'm sorry, but it's true."
"Well I sure enjoyed her special condition!" Muttered Mika. "I'm a little peeved at her right now, but I would still like to fuck her day and night."
"What about Rie?" Akiko asked with a strange catch to her voice. She suddenly found her self ready to cry over what Mrs. Phillips had said, but Mika had quelled her sudden crying attack.
"I'm only a little jealous now that I understand why she did what she did, it also explains why she's been following men around all week like a little puppy. I loved the look of ecstasy on her face as Akiko fingered her, my panties are soaked clear through." Mika declared, tears in her eyes.
"You always were a voyeur Mika, now lets see if Akiko can help Rie. I'm a little nervous leaving this to you Akiko."
"Don't worry about it, I have a plan in mind. That reminds me, Mika I'm going to have Rie ignore you for awhile because she needs contact with others."
"Ok, but wait, won't she focus on you now?"
"Yes, I've given her the biggest orgasm she's ever experienced. She'll be more than willing next time we do anything, soon I will have her doing things that you wouldn't believe of her." Akiko grinned.
It was a few days later, after school, that Akiko next saw Rie, she smiled and waved her over. She was wearing the usual school uniform with something special today, Rie had shoulder length brown hair and had pulled back from her face with a brand new glittery hair band. She started like a doe the instant Akiko spoke and blushed a solid red as she took small steps toward her, stopping several times in embarrassment.
"G-good morning A-akiko." Rie blushed instantly.
"Good morning Rie, did you consider my offer?"
"Yes..."
"And..." Akiko prompted.
"I-I want more of what you are offering, Ive never come like that, never in my life." She gasped out a little to loudly, several of the girls around them blushed and ran off before they could hear anymore.
"Rie!"
"S-sorry, please show me some more." Rie's entire face turned red and she smiled nervously. Akiko watched as she twisted the hem of her skirt until her knuckles turned white. This girl needed to learn how to relax and just accept strange situations, Akiko thought.
"Rie you need to relax, now I want you to do something a little strange."
"I'll do anything Akiko, please I love you..." Rie had tears streaming out of her eyes.
"It's not love Rie, it's lust. What I did to yesterday was created a craving in you for more of those orgasms. Am I right?"
Rie's head fell forward, "Please, I want more..."
Akiko smiled covertly and looked around the now empty school hallway. She figured that this would be a good time to start Rie on the course to slut-hood. "Ok, lets get started Rie, I want you to go into the girls bathroom and remove your panties."
"What...!"
"For the next few weeks I forbid you from wearing any, got that? If I catch you wearing any, I wont show you anymore of my special skills."
Rie nodded and her blush started to creep down he neck, she slowly turned and reluctantly went into the bathroom. A short while later she came out again and put a damp pair of panties in Akiko's hand. "H-here."
"Learn to control your blushing girl, or you'll give yourself away."
"Yes Akiko." Rie failed utterly and blushed even harder as they stepped outside and a breeze went up thier dresses.
They were making thier way back to Akiko's place, when she suddenly wondered where Fomia was, Fomia hadn't been waiting for her in the usual place a few days before and she hadnt seen her since, not even in class. Akiko decided that she could take care of herself. "Rie, lets head over to the mall and go shopping. You'll need to get some new clothes for some of the outings I've got planned."
20 minutes later they walked into the parking lot of a local strip mall, since it was only about 4 in the afternoon there were a few cars in the lot. Akiko smiled at Rie and noticed that she looked a little strange, walking a little funny. "What's up?"
"I don't want to do this..."
"Why?"
"I don't have any panties on, what if someone sees that?"
"So what? Look Rie, if this bothers you we can go on home. I was just trying to get you be a little less fearful of showing off your body Rie, once you do that you can be a whole lot more confident like me."
"Are you wearing panties right now?"
Akiko thought about answering her for several seconds, telling her the truth about her shorts or telling a lie. Finally she decided to tell a half truth. "Well Rie, no I'm not wearing panties right now." Rie's eyes went huge and gaped at her.
"Ghnsph.."
"What?"
"You do that all the time?"
"Well, not all the time, only when I'm in a certain mood Rie."
They made thier way to a store called Shillers Clothing, it was a teeny bopper hangout for the local high schools and collages of the area. There were girls all over the place, standing in little packs that represented the various popularity levels. Akiko ignored them completely, even though several of those by the door gave her this look that said 'do you belong here?'
The fact that most of them were Rie's age didn't escape her either. If Rie had been one of thier class mates, she would have been in trouble tomorrow for hanging out with the wrong crowd. Akiko hadn't been that age for a few years now, but she still recognized some to the girls and gave them her most evil grin. They recognized her too, she had been a so called bad girl in high school and one of her more rebellious stages of separation from her parents, they backed off almost instantly. There was nothing like the memory of a girl Akikos size looking down at you in an all leather outfit, showing 6in of cleaveage, blowing bubblegum, and playing with a knife, and grinning evilly. The little black hat shed been wearing at the time had been covered in little skulls and crossbones too.
A sea of beautiful dresses and clothing greeted them as they entered, a sudden insperation to go back to the leather outfit seazed her, but Akiko knew that this place didnt have that kind of clothing so she make a mental note to see if it still fit the next time she had the chance. Akiko dove right in heading for the summer dress and started to search around, Rie followed like a puppy out of it's element. Grabbing a couple of dresses, Akiko dragged Rie to a dressing room and tossed her in. "Now put one of those on, I plan to be here until you find something that makes you a little less skittish."
"..."
"Don't glare at me, go on, put one on and get out here."
The girl standing at her post behind the cash register watched them until Rie reluctantly went into the room, she moved over and went up to Akiko. "Hi Akiko, what are you doing to that poor girl? She looks frightened out of her mind."
"Hi Honrea, I didn't know you worked here?"
"What about her?"
"Her name is Rie, she is frightened of admitting her emotions and stuff, I'm trying to force her to relax and be a little more accepting of herself and those around her. You know, puberty."
"Don't go to far Akiko, she already looks like she thinking about running."
"Yeah, I might be going a little to far."
"Don't push her to far Akiko."
"Want to help me with her? She is a little to young right now, she hasn't learned to handle the feelings of her changing body."
"Like you can control yours?" Honrea grinned as Akiko gaped at her.
"W-what do you mean by that?"
"Were the same Akiko, we have the same parts and everything. When I first became like this I couldn't control my self, everyone was fair game. My family, friends, complete strangers, no one was safe from feeling touch. I've been like this for 3 months now and I'm only now beginning to learn how to hold off my overactive libido. You've had yours about 3 days now and your already jumping the first jailbait you can get your hands on."
"Honrea!"
"Don't yell Akiko, I've done it too, just be careful Akiko and don't get in over your head."
The door to the changing room opened and Rie stepped out nervously. Akiko had pulled this hot black dress off the rack for her, it looked incredible on Rie. Her breasts were standing out much more prominently, the connected skirt barely covered her hips and if it had been any shorter it would have been showing her panties. That was if she was wearing any, Akiko thought with an evil laugh.
"That looks great Rie, just don't bend over and flash everyone."
"Ack!" Rie went white and ducked back into the changing room, flashing her ass at Akiko. Honrea gaped and laughed as Akiko cringed, shed just gone to far.
"She does have a nice ass though." Honrea commented with a perfectly straight face.
"That other dress was even shorter that that one, I wonder how she will react to it." Akiko said in an equally monotone. They both giggled and waited until Rie came back out. She had put her school uniform back on and tossed both dresses over Akiko's head.
"That other one is something I won't put on Akiko, it has only one purpose!"
"Now Rie, don't be that way, I just wanted to see what looked like in it."
"Then you put it on."
"Um..no." Akiko blushed and remembered the large problem hanging between her legs right now.
"What! Y-y-y-y-you..." Rie started to sputter in shock.
Honrea laughed, "You must be Rie, Akiko was just telling me about you. She has high hopes for you, I hope she can help you."
"Who are you?"
"This is Honrea, Rie, she is a friend of mine. I do with her, what I've been doing with you."
"Oh?" Rie swung her eyes back to look at Akiko. Akiko didnt notice the look of pain and jealousy that swept over Ries face because she was looking at Honrea.
"Oh Yes!" Akiko giggled, Honrea blushed.
"Y-you, your worse than I thought you'd be Akiko." Rie accused, laughing finally. "Your a complete pervert.." Rie's hand slapped her mouth even as she said it. She turned bright red and stood there in embarrassment.
Honrea had to stifle her own giggles as she noticed several girls behind them nodding in agreement. She patted Rie on the shoulder and sighed, Akiko was going to be even worse than her. 3 months ago she'd had that encounter with Amy Lee and her herbal cure of the magical things cum. A few minutes after Amy had left, she'd gotten sick and pucked up most of the tea and a good amount of cum.
She'd wandered home wondering what she was going to do, when the urge had come upon her a few days later shed gone with it because she had no choice and didnt know how to contact Amy Lee. Over the next week she'd went from a normal school girl, and turned into a total slut just to satisfy needs that wouldnt just go away. Then the day she had found her dick came, while in the shower she'd been shaving her bikini line when she noticed that her pussy had changed.
The top had flared out and seemed to be sticking out in a bump almost 2 inches high. The shock of having not even notice this and what it could possibly mean had nearly made her faint, but something within her had said to touch it, the instant her hand made contact a bolt of lightning hit her and she fell to her knees as the most intense and powerful orgasm ripped through and left her screaming and screaming. Shed lucked out by being home alone at the time and her screaming hadnt alerted anyone of her predicament. Well that's what it had felt like anyway, there had been a sharp pain followed by her cock bursting free. Cum had gushed out of her new dick, at least a dozen loads worth and left her drooling on the bottom of the tub for more.
Her exploits after that made her a little famous around the collage campus over the next few weeks, but finally she's had to move on and find a way to deal with her new life. A few days after that she'd decided to visit Akiko and finally have another talk with her about the rape shed received at the hands of that maniac, that was when she'd stumbled over her and Fomia going at it like a couple of rabbits. It had been too much to resist and she'd rushed to join in.
Her being normal at the time had surprised Honrea to no end, it had actually confused her, though she had covered it up well. That night had been a lot of fun and left all of them feeling really good, but the next day had been better for a different reason. Akiko had spontaneously developed her own dick overnight, bigger than hers. It had been less than a week since then and she was wondering what Akiko was up to. She had been looking forward to them going at it, but Akiko had never even came to her after thier first night.
"Are you two going to go now?"
"Yeah, I guess so, unless Rie wants to buy something?" Akiko looked over at Rie, who was trying to edge over to the door without them noticing.
"Let's go, this place is making me nervous."
"Akiko, I need to talk to you for a second." Said Honrea.
They moved over to the cash register. "What's up?"
"How come you haven't come over since that happened?" She whispered.
"I haven't had time, when I came across that club you mentioned they've ended up helping me to control the strong urges I get now. If you want we can set something up?"
"Normally I would be insulted, but I understand what your going through right now. Give me a call and we can go out to dinner or something."
They hugged and Akiko and Rie made thier way out of the store. Akiko didn't notice, but a low level whispering had been in the back round the whole time. A wave of eyes followed them out, a good third of the store was blushing over something. Honrea noticed and wondered what Akiko could have done in 3 days to develop a reputation that had the other girls blushing like that. Most of them werent even in the same classes as Akiko since most of them were wearing uniforms from different schools.
The walk back to her place made Akiko get really antsy, she was making Rie jog by the time she got home. They came inside and Akiko yelled for her mom, no one answered. The bag of groceries on the counter said the usual delivery had come from the place her mom used to keep her fed while out of town. Akiko had been going like this for so long that she didn't even get mad anymore. In the bag was enough chicken wings to last several days, she made up some plates and gave one to Rie.
"Well Rie how would you like to start?"
"I don't know."
"You must have some idea, give me a break, your smarter than I am."
"I-I don't know..."
She shook her head in exasperation, the girl had an IQ of over a 150 and she couldn't think straight at the moment. It must have been because she wasn't wearing any panties, Akiko wondered if she was really excited or scared dry. "Alright, I'll decide for you. She looked at the ceiling and tapped her lips theatrically, thinking. Ok, I want you to do a dirty little dance for me, a strip tease if you will."
"A what!?" Rie screeched.
"You wanted me to pick, I picked, so do it." Akiko said, she gave Rie a little push.
"How will this do anything?"
"It will build your self-esteem and make me feel like having a little fun with you." Akiko got up and tossed a CD into the player and started it. A heavy techno beat started and Akiko grooved to the beat for a few seconds, swinging her hips, shaking her long hair, and smiling at Rie wickedly. She sat on the couch and crossed her legs, bopping to the beat, she leaned back and watched Rie.
Still blushing, Akiko thought she was going to blow a blood vessel if she kept that up, she finally made a decision and swayed her hips a little. As she moved she closed, Rie started to imagine that she was dancing at a local club. Then with slow movements she unbuttoned her shirt and flung her hair, the hair band went next and landed at Akiko's feet. She picked it up and put it in her own hair.
To Rie's disbelief, she was beginning to enjoy her self, her pussy throbbed as she pulled her shirt off and tossed it at Akiko. She thrust her hip and swayed, getting into the dance. The zipper on her skirt came down next and she spun in a circle, it spun off and landed around her feet where she kicked it a Akiko. Naked now, except for her bra, Rie quickly removed this and flung it in the pile at Akiko's feet.
She stopped and smiled in triumph, but gasped as she noticed that Akiko was gone! Rie spun around in confusion, but she stopped as Akiko's arms came around her from behind to pull her into an embrace. They stood there for a couple of minutes swaying to the music, Akiko kissing her way around Rie's neck and her hands roamed down cup her ass. Rie noticed that Akiko was a full head taller than her and that her hair could hang down to cover them both, she couldnt describe the feelings going through her at that instant.
Turning Rie's head they kissed for what seemed to be hours, thier tongues dancing as well. Rie moaned and felt her knees go weak when Akiko's hand came around and cupped her pussy mound. They moaned into each others mouths, still swaying to the music and Rie could feel every couture of Akiko pressing into her. Her mind was trying to figure out what the hard object was, it was firm and big, gut she couldn't focus past the burning desire that Akikos hand was building between her legs.
It took every bit of will power that Akiko had to just stand there and rub Rie, her cock was hard and willing, but Rie just wasn't ready yet. She wanted to thrust into Rie so bad that her cock actually hurt. The plan, stick to the fucking Plan!
Oh...Akiko...what are you....Mmmmmhhhhaaaaaahh. Rie moaned into Akikos mouth. She fell to the floor panting for air, her eyes were crossed and her knees wouldn't hold her up anymore. Rie lay there for several seconds trying to recover, Akiko could really Kiss! "Akiko you are so good at that."
"Are you ready?"
"Oh god yes." Rie gasped.
"Excellent." Akiko whispered in Rie's ear. She knew that she was very close, shed just had a mini-orgasm just from kissing. Akiko moved over her like a hurricane and started in on her breasts, trying to such them all the way into her mouth. Rie moaned and clutched Akikos head to her chest like a baby nursing. Moving from nipple to nipple Akiko soon had Rie climbing the walls and begging her let her cum, but she wanted to prolong this and make it even better than what they had down in the park a few days ago.
I want to lick you Rie. Akiko said, the lust evident in her voice.
Like a piece of putty, Rie lay back on the floor and spread her legs as Akiko moved around. She knelt down and touched one of Rie's legs, she lifted it and licked her way down the calf, around the ankle, and back up to the knee moving toward the inner thigh territory. Rie watched in curiosity and her eyes were filled with desire, but as Akiko got closer and closer to her pussy she started to breathe deeper, almost panting. She tried to touch herself, but Akiko restrained her hands.
No, let me do it. Your going to cum so hard that your going to faint.
Akiko waited until Rie stopped struggling before she went back to those perfect thighs. The smell of Rie's arousal was driving her insane, but she wanted to take this slow and easy. Inch by slow inch she licked and kissed every inch of Rie's legs until she was only inches from the peach fuzz that was Rie's pubic hair. It glistened in the light, covered in the vaginal secretions of her arousal, the smell of fresh pussy had Akiko drooling.
"Please Akiko, touch me, I'm so wet right now. Don't tease me anymore." Rie pleaded.
Akiko just smiled and continued to plant little butterfly along her inner thighs. Rie's pussy seemed to get redder and redder as she neared it, almost glowing. Streamers of pussy cream seeped out and went down her ass onto the bed, her hips were undulating hypnotically. It was too much, Akiko moaned and sucked one of Rie's outer lips into her mouth. Rie screams as if an electric shock had gone through her, the hips lift off the floor, and her back arched.
Grabbing her breasts Rie lets out a moan, she could feel every square millimeter what Akiko was touching. I felt so good to be touched like this again, though Mika hadn't been this good. This felt as if someone has thrown all the breakers and turned the pure ecstasy on. Rie cried out again, her hips wiggling under Akiko's tongue as it delved deeper and deeper. Even Akiko was amazed at her self control, she stayed away from Ries clitoris for almost 2 minutes as she feasted on the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen.
"Mmmm." Akiko mutters as she comes up for air. Rie is so wet that she has to scoop the cream out with her tongue curled like a spoon, the thick juices drip off her chin and onto the rug. She grins at Rie's look of total lust and goes back down, Rie just screams again.
Pushing her tongue in as far as it will go, Akiko can feel Rie's muscles trying to grip he tongue. Rie's gasping is so loud that Akiko decides that it is time to do something new, her hand moves into position. She gives a really hard suck and focuses in on her clitoris and pushes a finger up Rie's ass.
Rie screams as an shock wave of ecstasy rips through her over used system. A convulsive shudder sends Rie flopping around, Akiko can't hold her in place, and she wanted to continue. Nearly 6 orgasms send Rie into a kind of orgasmic nirvana, her tongue lolls out as she goes into a kind of trance like orgasm, drool drips off her chin, but she continues to cum for another few minutes.
Sitting up, Akiko licks her fingers and watches Rie writhe away until she stops and slow begins to focus on her surroundings again, though her body was still shaking. Akiko adjusted herself while Rie was out and debated whether she should take Rie right there. Again she decided against it, but she did decide to take her shorts off and let her cock hang free.
She was sitting at the table eating a chicken wing and taking a drink out of her glass when Rie came around a few minutes later. She sat up and dragged herself over to the table and slumped into a chair. "I've never felt so good in my life Akiko."
Akiko shrugged, "Of course, orgasms are as addicting as any drug. Now eat a little food, I plan to do you as long as I can." She grinned and held up 2 silver vibrators, Rie gasped.
"We'll use these next."
They ate a quick meal, they both understood that this would be a night neither of them would never forget. Rie seemed preoccupied with something as they ate, until she finally came out with, "I want more in my ass too." Rie burst out, suddenly blushing. Akiko giggled and stood up, taking Rie's hand she led her to the bedroom and laid her out on the bed. As they walked she checked the vibrator batteries to make sure they were still good.
She climbs up on the bed and positions the vibrator against Rie and turns it on. Rie moans instantly, she spreads her legs wider so that Akiko can twist it around and push it in deep. The lack of resistance actually surprises Akiko, there was no hymen to speak of. "So your not a complete virgin after all."
"No..." Rie purred.
"Who took it? Mika?"
"No, a boy..."
"Who!?" Akiko said in mock anger, moving the silver vibrator around.
"Oh god!" Rie moaned. "My Brother!!"
"Your brother?" Akiko stopped her movements in surprise. Rie gasped in shock and actually whimpered until Akiko took the hint and started again. "Did you do it before or after Mika?"
"B-before!" Rie cried out.
"How long ago?"
"2 months ago." Rie gasped and shivered.
"Then my dirty little Rie, I want you to imagine him as I do this. Remember what it felt like, his fleshy hardness, the taste of his cum, the feel of his hard body as he lay on you, everything."
"Alright!" Rie gasped.
"Good girl." Akiko turned the vibrator to full power, Rie crooned until Akiko suddenly decided to pull it out, turn it off, and licked it clean.
"Why'd you stop?"
"I need a better vibrator." Akiko held up the other one, it was twice as big as the first one. Rie gasped and blushed, she had been so consumed with Akiko that she hadnt even noticed before.
This one was one of Akiko's favorites, it was long and wide and touched places that even most men couldn't reach. It slipped into Rie as if it had been made for her, and Rie suddenly couldn't think of anything else. It felt so good that she let out a loud moan and humped it as best she could, Rie nearly fainted again as the other vibrator pressed against her ass hold, this position wasn't working though and Rie rolled over on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air.
It entered slowly and she could feel it making her ass cheeks vibrate as it entered her. Ever so slowly it went in, inch by inch while the other vibrator worked her enflamed pussy. It was just to much, Rie arched off the bed and let out a screech that the neighbors had to have heard and keeps it up for almost a full minute. She collapses, though this time she didn't faint. Akiko crawls up and holds her until she can think clearly again, she kisses her nose.
"Akiko, let me do you now, please..." Rie asks in a ragged weak voice.
"N-not now Rie, I'm not ready to let you do that just yet. This is all for you right now, I can get myself off later. Now I want you to get dressed again."
"Please?"
"Go get dressed Rie, no panties remember." Akiko's eyes get a little maniacal for a second. "No, I've got a better idea, I'll give you some of my special underwear." Akiko got up and make her way over to the dresser and pulls out a pair of red panties. She tosses them at Rie as she starts to get off the bed.
"What are these Akiko?" Rie holds them up and looks closely, her eyes get a little bigger. "What's with this hole in the crotch? Are they for a man?"
"Don't be silly, they are crotch less panties and you wear them for easy access. From now on you will wear these wherever you go. Got that?"
"Yes Akiko."
END PART 4
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Akiko Shoo-Part 5
Double Exposure
By C. Rose(c)2000
(FFF,FFF)
Rie had on this 2 piece green suit that set off her hair and drew attention to her vibrant young body and its oversized tits. It hugged her hips snugly and supporting her oversized breasts like a pair of hands showing off her cleavage, she kept looking around nervously from the side of the pool as they swam. She was looking at the water and sitting on the edge of the pool, letting her feet dangle in the water while odd expressions crossed her face every few minutes.
Akiko had told her over the phone that morning that they would have another get together today and she was more than a little apprehensive, but the look in her eyes as they arrived at the pool had almost made Akiko cream her panties. As always she had to find it within herself the ability to resist the girls delicious innocence, her overpowering sex appeal for Akiko that showed in her every gesture and look. Gods, Akiko loved every second of it and she went out of her way to lead Rie on, even flashing her panty clad ass at Rie while no one was looking in the locker room. Rie had turned beat red and had huge eyes for ten minutes before she gained control of herself again. Ries last encounter, at Akikos apartment, had left Rie a bit breathless and she had been pestering Akiko all week trying to have another session, as she called them. Akiko had been busy with her school work and some of her more interesting after school activities with the club, but she had finally made the time to have another go at Rie this morning. What she had planned would have her screaming into the water.
Her other friend, Fomia, looked so good that it was all she could do to not ravish her right there in the pool. Getting caught didnt bother Akiko all that much, now that she knew she liked to have an audience. Fomia had on a tiny red and yellow bikini that set off this killer figure that most of the guys in school didnt notice because she usually wore concealing clothing. The thing that ruined the whole outfit was Fomias eyes, she was nearsighted and had to wear glasses all the time. She had on what Akiko considered to be the ugliest pair of underwater glasses every made, they were green and made her look like the biggest geek in school.
Akiko was wearing a simple light blue one-piece bathing suit that allowed her to easily conceal her new male parts. Shed found that if she inserted her limp cock into her own pussy, she could easily conceal its oversized presence. The only drawback that she had found was that it felt a little to good, every time she moved around it would shift around just a little and stimulate her constantly horny pussy and set her to panting. Shed been trying not to get hard all morning by thinking about other things like school and other boring activities, but ever so slowly a light throbbing had begun to make itself known, and she was quickly beginning to go rigid with lust. This was in turn making her just a little bit weird as they played in the pool to day. Luckily the pool didnt have very many people this early in the morning, just a couple of lifeguards and the local swim team who were on the other side of the enclosed pool area swimming laps and practicing drills in the shallower end of the pool. This meant that they had the deep end to themselves, and would give Akiko the perfect opportunity for their next session. Doing it in public was the ultimate thrill and Akiko had become an avid believer in the riskier kinds of outdoor fun the day shed been raped by a complete stranger with the biggest cock shed ever encountered and been given several of the most powerful orgasms that had yet to be surpassed.
She pranced down the diving board like some kind of teen model, bounced, and sprang into the air with a squeal! Akiko launched off the board and did a perfect cannon ball, she was laughing hysterically, generally making a complete fool of herself, and having a good time. Akikod had to call and beg Rie and Fomia to come to the pool with her today though, Rie especially since it was so early in the morning, 7:20am to be precise. For all the girls begging, getting her out of bed before eight seemed to be almost impossible. Rie had arrived at the pool in mismatched clothing and looking like she had a hangover or something. Akiko had gotten her a couple of pops and breathed a sigh of relief when Rie came out of her half dead state with a polite belch and a giggle. In the locker room Rie had warmed up to her and even admitted that she had been up half the night working on a class project for her computer class. Her mother had packed her swimming stuff today, plopped her on the front porch and told her to go and do something interesting today. Akiko had grinned and hinted that she had plans for today that she would just love...
With a twist underwater that sent her blonde hair fluttering everywhere, Akiko grinned and kicked her way over to Rie and Fomia, she had every intention of feeling Fomia up as she clutched the wall to stay in place, but she suddenly ran out of air when Fomias hand went between her legs and rubbed her pussy underwater. The air exploded out of her and she burst out of the water behind them, gasping for air, she hadnt expected that! Rie fell over along the edge of the pool and started to laugh at the shocked expression on Akikos face and Fomia turned red as she realized what had happened. This being an enclosed pool, Ries laughter echoed all over the indoor pool, catching the attention of the lifeguards and the swim team at the other end of the pool.
Fomia giggled at her own wantonness as she sidled over to Akiko, Akiko, can we do it again? Im so horny Im about to jump a teacher. She whispered and pointed at one of the Lifeguards who doubled as teachers in the hours before and after school. Mrs. Phillips, as the P.E. teacher was helping to train the swim team not 30ft away and Akiko had noticed that she was keeping half an eye on them.
Lets get Rie instead, its why I came here this early in the morning anyway.
But, I want you... Fomia whined.
Oh Fomia, we can do it whenever you want, but...
Please, Akiko...Im throbbing for you. She whispered, her eyes almost glowing in her lust. She grabbed her crotch again, made a strange face, and Akiko realized that it was a look of intense pleasure.
On one condition, help me with Rie. Ok?
Ok! Fomia whispered, grinning in lust. She sank beneath the surface and rubbed Akikos ass before she pushed off the wall.
This sent as shudder through Akiko, ever since she had transformed, her body seemed to be 10 more sensitive than it had ever been. With a sigh she moved over to where Rie was sitting at the edge of the pool, she started to blush as soon as she realized that Akiko was coming over, unable to conceal her own feelings. Akiko repressed a sigh and forced her self to ignore her throbbing and crammed pussy. She was longing after Rie more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life and she didnt know why. Akikos body was very hard to control now-a-days and she usually jumped at the chance to take a girl to bed as quickly as possible, but Ries beauty had somehow made Akiko discover a way to control her lustful tendencies so that she didnt corrupt her instantly into her strange world of constant sex, this had amazed her more than anything else.
Rie, get in here, the water is warm and I want to swim with you.
Um...its not that, I-I cant swim very well...um...
We come to the pool all the time for school Rie, Ive seen you swim. I think thought Akiko.
Not really, I usually stay on the shallow end and just kind of bounce around a little.
Get in here! Fomia yells as she surfaces in front of Rie, grabs her wrist, and yanks her in with a shriek.
Rie surfaces, latching onto the wall desperately. She coughs up water and glares at Fomia. That wasnt needed Fomia, I cant swim very well.
"Off, don't be mad, it's how I learned. A single or swim mentality, this thing onto the wall their and float until you get more comfortable. Akiko and I will teach you something today." Fomia grinned.
Akiko had chosen the deep end over the rest of the pool for good reason, this early, the attention of everyone would be focused on the swim team. In the last 15 minutes the regular lifeguards hadn't even glanced and their directions, Akiko had been keeping a quiet watch on all three of them. Only Mrs. Phillips was watching them and she wouldnt say anything unless they got out of hand.
"What now?" Rie asked.
"Spread your legs and lean against the wall. It's time for your next lesson to begin." Akiko whispered in Rie's ear.
"B-but we're in p-public..." Rie gasped. I t-thought that we were going to do it in the locker room...
Ducking underwater, Fomia managed to pull Rie's bottom off as Akiko diverted her attention, she reached around and stuffed it down her bikini top. Surfacing, she leaned against the wall and ran one of her hands across Rie's tight ass under water. Her face turned a solid red it as she realized where her bottom was and struggled to resist the alluring pull of the sensations along her ass, but her lust, kindled by Akikos strange pull on the girls quickly consumed her. She let out a quiet moan and got into position as Akiko had directed. "Like this?"
"That's perfect." Fomia said seductively.
Behind Fomia, Akiko released her trapped cock with a quiet moan, it flowed around in the water limply for several seconds before slipping in between Fomia's legs and looking over her shoulder at Rie and smiling. Akiko watched her eyes as they showed her lust, Fomias hand moved around and found Ries special place and started to explore around. Rie moaned and pressed against the wall, as her whole body seemed to melt with lust.
"Rie, you feel soft and warm down here, even warmer than the pool water." Fomia whispered in her ear.
"Oh God, this feels so...so."
Keeping an eye out, Akiko rubbed Fomia's breasts and adjusted her bathing suit under water. Her cock, now rock hard, throbbed as she worked between Fomia's legs and made her gasp quietly. She reached down and grabbed Akiko by her thick shaft and pulled her suit crotch to the side and let Akiko enter her. Thrusting forward, Akiko invaded her body to make Fomia croon in right into Ries ear.
Losing her balance against the wall, her body and mind were totally focused on the fingers touching her bare her pussy, Rie leaned back against Fomia for support and moaned loudly. She writhed around and exploded into a sudden powerful orgasm, so intense that she sank below the surface contorting in an orgasmic frenzy. At the exact same instant Fomia leaned forward and screamed into the water to muffle her ecstasy as Akiko's long, hard thrusts slammed into her over and over again. Her orgasm came within milliseconds of Rie and she didn't notice the poor girl's predicament. Holding Fomia close to Akiko whispered in her ear, her lust and excitement audible in her voice.
"Fomia, I'm close, can I...."
"God yes!" Fomia gasps.
With a shudder, Akiko moans into Fomia's ear and her whole body shudders as she comes, shooting deep into Fomia's pussy and shivering in ecstasy. Gasping for air for several seconds, Akiko eventually realizes that they are missing one person. Where was Rie? Looking around Akiko saw a blurred mass struggling in the water below her. Cursing, Akiko dove down and grabbed Rie off the bottom of the pool. They surfaced near the wall and Rie latched onto it like a life preserver gasping for air and clutching Akiko with her other alarm in an almost death blow like hug.
"I...I...thought I would die down there for a few seconds."
"It's okay now, don't worry, we just a little carried away." Akiko gasped and gasps in total shock as Rie's hand grabbed her cock.
"Wha...what is this? Its huge!" Rie stuttered.
"I..." Akiko started, fear clutching at her heart. To soon! Her mind screamed at her.
"It's almost a full long...from below, I couldn't tell what you were doing, but now I understand."
"Sorry Akiko, but it felt so good I couldn't think straight." Fomia said, still having little shivers rack her body as she clutched the wall herself. She retrieved Ries suit bottom and handed to her with a nasty little grin. Rie released Akiko's cock and took the bottom half of her bikini back with a shy smile.
"Are you always like this?" Rie pointed at Akiko's waist.
"We can talk later rye, let's go back to the locker room and get dressed and I'll explain in more detail." Akiko muttered quietly as she reinserted her limp cock in her own pussy.
"Yes, lets do that." Rye said, her eyes smoldering in total fascination.
To Akiko, she looked dazed or maybe even a little confused, hopefully this little setback in her plans could be overcome without many difficulties. She could feel Ries eyes watching her every move as they got out of the water, grabbed their towels, and made their way to the girl's locker room. Akiko jumped into the shower when she passed and spent several minutes getting chlorine out of he hair and suit, Rie and Fomia followed suit.
"Where did it go?" Rie asked quietly, even as they make their way back to the lockers where they had stashed thier regular schools for school.
"What?" She pulled her stuff out and dumped it on the little ledge and rummaged through her school stuff until she retrieved her underwear. She slowly pulled it on and made sure that Rie and Fomia couldnt see what she had done with her cock, it was convenient, but not all that dignified. The bra came next and she put it on quickly, moving to her skirt, the blouse, and the little brown vest.
"There's nothing there now, but I felt it..."
"I've hidden it so that it is not as obvious." Akiko said as she sat down and slipped on her shoes.
They all look up as they hear the door to the girl's locker room open and watched as Mrs. Phillips entered and looked around. She spotted Akiko and came over to them, she smiled and said hi with a little wave. "Akiko, I forgot to mention this earlier, but the nurse said that she would like to see you whenever you to get down to see her today."
"I'll stop by after school." Akiko said as she adjusted the rest of her school uniform and stood up, giving herself a little shake and reaching up to release her hair to let it settle around her like a halo. Fomia and Rie knew that Akiko had some kind of hair fetish, so they sat down and helped her to brush out the giant mass of blond hair. It took about 15 minutes to brush out each others hair, but finally they finished and moved to leave for school and headed out the front door to the center.
"Akiko!"
She turned and saw Lita as they were heading back to class. Waiting, Akiko felt a little thrill go through her as she remembered the orgy that they had experienced just last week. "Hi, what's up?"
"Can you meet Anna and me after school?" Lita gushed, nodding at Fomia and Rie.
"The club?"
"Just me and my sister."
"Where?"
"At that old shack behind the gym." Lita whispered in Akiko's ear.
"Sounds like fun, but I have to stop by and see the nurse first."
"Okay, well be waiting."
As they walked back to class Akiko considered what her life had become like lately, she could truthfully say that she wasn't bored with school anymore. She seemed to be averaging 3 to 7 major orgasms a day now, especially after school in her little get-togethers with the club or the schools nurse Anya. Just thinking about Anya had Akiko breathing harder and she could feel herself hardening, she hoped that Anya wouldn't tire her all too much. The dammed woman could give the best blowjobs that Akiko had ever experienced, Akiko grinned, Anya would bath in cum if she could. Ever since their first time together, Anya had become as un-satiable as she was and Akiko found that she really enjoyed doing it with someone who could go as long as she did. The rest of the club, though a lot of fun, seemed to think that one or two orgasms were enough in any session. Akiko knew better, but she could never convince the rest of them to go beyond what they usually did and it was dammed irritating sometimes.
Just knowing that Anya wanted to see her made Akiko pant in lust and she spent the rest of the day fantasizing about Anya and some of the things they had done lately. She barely paid any attention to any of her classes as her dirty mind surged out of control. By the time her last class of the day finished Akiko was so horny that she was dripping again and left a small puddle on the seat of her chair as she dashed out of the room the instant the bell rang.
Another girl follows Akiko at a more resigned pace and trying not to call attention to herself. She has a look of determination and her curiosity is written across her face as she follows Akiko's giant mass a blond hair through the school hallways. The girl is tall, she has dark red hair and exotic eyes that seemed to burn with an internal flame. This morning she'd been practicing with this swim team, prowling the deep end of the pool practicing to hold her breath. She had, come across a sight that nearly made her drown in total shock, three girls having sex. If that had been shocking enough, especially the bare pussies, the girl with this huge Cock had been the most incredible and erotic sight that she had ever seen. She had been plowing inches apart inches a giant cock into one of the girls, whos ecstasy had been written all over her face as she screamed and moaned into the water. Lust had....
"Mimi?"
Mimi jumped, blushing bright red and nearly fell down in shock. Aky, one of her friends, stood behind her with an odd expression on her face and a question in her eyes. She turned this way and that, her mammoth tits drawing Mimi's attention. "What are you doing?"
"N-nothing."
"Alright, the look on your faces says is something naughty, especially that full face blush that is creeping down her neck. Is it a boy?"
"D-don't be ridiculous..."
Aky got right in mini's face with a manic grin, "A girl perhaps?"
Turning even redder, Mimi backed into the wall, ducked around Aky and dashed off. Aky watched her for several seconds before she started to giggle, whatever Akiko had done to the poor girl had her in a state of panic. She wondered briefly what it could have possibly have been...
Akiko shut and locked the office door, she took a quick look around the place before calling out. "Anya?"
"I'm in the lab Akiko, come on over." Anya's voice came back.
She made her way across the room, stealthily checking to see if any of the beds are occupied, and finds Anya at her desk lab. To her surprise Anya looks serious about something. "What's up?"
"Nothing that bad, I just wanted to know if you would be willing to give me something for an experiment?"
"What would that be?"
"I need three things, some of your delicious cum and pussy cream to, and 2cc of blood."
"What in the world do you need that for?" Akiko asked, the first two were no problem and she would be more than happy to give them to Anya, but she didn't like to even be near needles so she wanted to know why the blood was needed. The mere sight of a large needle had, in the past, made her faint.
"Did you know that I used to be a researcher and scientist at a very large corporation that specialized in DNA research and genetics?"
"No."
"I had personal reasons for taking this job, but I still have my research skills and your condition has given me a wicked idea. I need to three samples to find out if my theory is correct. Please?"
Akiko shrugged, "Okay, but you'll have to earn the blood and if you're serious, correct I get to see it in action."
"Agreed. How do I earn the blood?"
Grinning wickedly Akiko reaches up underneath her skirt and pulls her shorts down, steps out of them and lifts up her skirt to show off her gleaming cock standing at attention. Anya drops to her knees and begins to worship the foot long cock, running her tongue up and down the rigid length and making Akiko moan and shiver. Ten minutes later Akiko hisses as she launches a load of cum down Anya's throat. They collect a little in small dish and Anya sets it on the desk by a similar dish, she uses this to collect a small amount of Akikos pussy secretions by bringing her to yet another orgasm by eating her pussy. Before Akiko can stop gasping for air, Anya holds out a small needle and proceeds to take 2cc of blood before Akiko can even complain about it, though she does shudder and moan in fear.
"I gotta go Doc, I've got a little get together to attend to this afternoon." Akiko said as she pulled her clothing back on and headed for the door, rubbing a small band-aid that Anya had placed on her arm. She ran into Aky out in the hall just as she was shutting the door. "Hi Aky!"
"Akiko, can you sparer a minute?"
"Sure, walk along with me, I've got to drop these off in my locker." Akiko said holding up a couple of items that Anya had given her.
"I listened at the door, you make the most beautiful moans as you are coming. Do you know that?"
"No, I didn't." Akiko blushed.
"Did you know that a girl named Mimi has been following you around all day? I saw her as she was also listening at the door after you went in, I ran her off before she could hear too much though."
"I don't know her." Akiko said after several seconds reflection.
"Me and her used to be friends, but she's in a higher grade now. She is really shy and quiet and doesn't get out very often, at least that I have ever seen. It's only been the last year or so that I've begun to notice her practicing with the school swim team and going to more of the school functions then she used to."
"The swim team? That may be why she is following me, Fomia, Rie, and I were fooling around at the pool this morning, it got pretty intense."
"She may know about...." Aky said as she covertly pointed at Akiko's waist.
"I'll look into it, even if I have to give her a firsthand taste. Whether she likes it or not."
"Cool, set up the time for me too. Mika hasn't been able to shut up about her time with you for days now and I'm getting just a little bit curious to see what I'm missing out on."
"Sure, but give me some time since I've only been a member of your club for a few days now. I've got something planned this weekend with Rie, but maybe sometime next week we can set something up." Akiko waved goodbye to Aky as soon as they reached the main entrance to the school. She made her way around the gym and quickly spotted the old storage shed, it had a notorious reputation around the school for being a drug hang out. In her early day of school here, Akiko had found out the truth about the place. It was actually a club hangout used by the tough girls for their late night romps with their boyfriends.
She had only been there a couple of times in the entire time she had been going to this particular school, but the old building looked as if it hadn't been used in years. Akiko knew that everyone who talked about this old building had told some pretty scary stories, though she knew this to be lies to throw others off the track. Some were ghost stories, some were jokes, and all were meant to keep the unwanted away from the place. She grinned as she approached the building, and figured that the place had the perfect reputation to keep unwanted eyes away while everyone else played.
The door slid open as she approached and Lita waved her inside. To her amazement, the building turned out to be what it looked like, an old storage shed for worn out of P.E. equipment, mats, old football equipment, and anything else that the school didn't want. Laid out on the floor were several small practice mats and blankets, she also detected the faint smell that she had come to recognize over the last week, sexual arousal permeated the entire room.
I take it you use this place quite often?
"Oh yes, three or four times a week." Said Lita.
"How could you tell?" Asked Anna. If
"This whole place smells like something that I've become very used to over the last week or so, sexual arousal, it's quite strong, can't you smell it to?"
"Um...heh...no, I guess purchase used to it since were back here so often."
This was the first time that Akiko had ever seen both girls up close and alone. Her memory of a few days ago, during the all-night orgy, was mostly a lust filled blur. She could remember most of what was done to her, but not who had done what.
"Hah! I told you we should have opened up the Windows after we leave Lita." Anna giggles.
"But Anna, someone would notice that for sure."
"So, this place was pretty stagnant when we first started to use it. Hardly anyone comes back here, but opening them would certainly cause problems we dont know how to deal with. Now that Akiko has pointed out, even I'm surprised I haven't noticed before." Anna said, winking at Akiko.
As usual, Akiko could feel her or need for sex growing stronger by the minute. She had two beautiful, identical girls here, both more than willing to give themselves to her. So Akiko grabbed Lita and pushed her down on the mat and began to kiss her for all she was worth, to get things started for the night. Anna started to say something, shrugged, and kneeled down beside them. She removed her vest and shirt even as Akiko was unbuttoning Lita shirt to reveal her breasts. As she licked and kissed Lita's neck area, Anna pushed Akiko's skirt up out of the way and pulled the brown panties down. Anna starred in wonder at Akiko's bottom, her pussy jutted out a little farther or the most girls, but next to that Akiko's cock hung down in all its glory. It could be seen slowly rising as Akiko hardened to her full length. Her eyes traced the hard length to its base and she saw something odd, she reached out stroke it and examine it.
With a sigh of pleasure Lita felt her nipples start to tingle as Akiko worked them over, through half open eyes she could make out her sister as she did something to Akiko from behind. Whatever it was, Akiko shuddered violently and moaned loudly.
"What in the world are you doing?"
"You've got something-strange back here, I just licked it."
"At the base of my cock?"
"Yes, it's like a little pocket of flesh, what's it for?"
"I don't know, but keep doing it. It feels great." Akiko purred.
She hadn't really taken a good look at her new equipment since she got it, sure it got plenty of use and all that, but she had never really given herself an up close examination. Akiko decided to look into it later though, her lust making her lose the trail of her thoughts as Anna probed the base of her cock. Strong flashes of pleasure kept making her hips jump, her cock now stood out straight and hard ready for whatever she wanted to use it for.
"Akiko, your body is the strangest I've ever encountered. Youve got little trails of liquid streaming out of the base of your cock now. It tastes just like your pussy, but makes my tingle as I touch you." Anna said in amazement. Akiko could only moan and shutter in response.
Moving down, Anna licked Akiko's hard cock from the base to the very tip, loving every second of it. True hermorphadites were actually pretty rare, still, so Anna knew something odd was happening, but she just couldn't figure out what. As she worked, her pussy had begun to throb and pulse in intense pleasure, demanding attention. Anna moaned and tried to focus on what she was doing, but she wanted to cum so badly that she had to reach down and touch herself. Her fingers slipped down the band of her panties, brushed her wet pubic hair, and plunged into he pussy sending her senses into overload territory.
Akiko, kissing her way down Litas stomach paused to lick her cute belly button, she could barely think or concentrate because of what Anna's mouth and fingers were doing behind her. Though she hadn't come yet, Akiko could feel something building inside her and knew that this would be different than anything she had experienced yet. Her heart was racing and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, her hips moving around on their own. She slowly reached under Lita's skirt and pulled her panties down, they were the type that were tied around the hips and were completely soiled by her excitement. Akiko undid them and tossed them to the side after holding them to her nose and taking a good sniff and smiling at Lita from under her eyelashes.
From her vantage point the she could see Akiko kissing the inside thigh of her sister, Lita's pussy was dripping wet and bright red. Anna started to suck on the loose folds of skin at the base of Akiko's equipment and pushed a finger into the gaping pussy above it, this made Akiko gasp and open her legs wider as a fine stream of liquid began to dribble out and coat Anna's hand.
Her eyes were beginning to roll up into her head as wave after wave of pure ecstasy tried to consume her entirely. Whatever this fold of skin was at the base of her cock, it seemed to be directly connected to the most sensitive parts of her pussy. It may have even been a to direct pathway to her clitoris. With a grunt and a shudder Akiko leaned forward and latched her mouth onto Litas pussy and shoved her tongue in as far as it would go, they moaned in unison. Flicking her tongue, Akiko picked up the speed until she made Lita screech and shudder violently.
With a loud gasp Anna felt her first orgasm hit and it made her whole body convulse, she was barely able to suppress a scream of ecstasy. Never in her wife had she felt anything like this, it made her usual orgasms seem almost poultry by comparison. Dimly, she understood that her strange reactions had something to do with Akiko's strange situation, and yet they didn't seem to matter. She wanted sex and all its dirty glory, all 11 inches of Akiko's incredible manhood.
Lita could barely think as her whole body shuddered with pleasure and Akikos talented tongue did its work. A tingling sensation had spread out from Lita's pussy until her toes were beginning to curl as she unconsciously arched her back and emitted a loud squeal. Then with another screech of ecstasy Lita came, nearly throwing Akiko off as she completely lost control, Akiko found in the excitement that Lita was one of those rare girls that could ejaculate, she sprayed juices down Akiko's throat and quickly filled her mouth faster than she could swallow and so she had to let it dribble off her chin.
Sighing in relief, Akiko sat up and looked over at Anna, a few seconds ago she had stopped working on her, but from the looks of things she was too lost in her own orgasm to do anything else. The girl's fingers were flying as she writhed around in ecstasy, looking at Lita Akiko could tell that she would need a few minutes to recover so she crawled over to Anna.
"Are you ready?"
"Please hurry, I've never felt this hot before." Anna pleaded.
Pushing Anna back, Akiko put her legs over her shoulders and positioned her monster cock at the entrance to her pussy. Akiko loved this part, the look of anticipation on her lovers faces as she plowed into then. Even the gasps of pleasure and primal noises the girls made as she built up the intensity of the invasion. It made her feel powerful and in control, slowly, ever so slowly, she started to push forward and watched Anna's face. Her eyes went wide as Akiko entered her, tears of pain and pleasure went down her cheeks and her head fell back and a long moan issued from the back of her throat.
It felt incredible! Anna had talked to Mika to about it, but her description of the pure ecstasy just couldn't be described properly. Fomia had tried, but all she been able to do was blush and drool about it. Now Anna understood why, once you felt it, no man could ever compare again. Her pussy was on fire, Akiko was pushing her cock deeper and deeper, and she had become so wet that a little puddle had begun to form on the floor around her ass. All Anna could do was claw Akiko's ass and back as deep thrust after thrust mercilessly plowed forward. Barely able to think, she watched Akiko's face, her eyes were closed and she was giving everything her incredible body had to please her.
She suddenly realized that all of them had been in such a hurry that none of them were even naked yet, still, that wasn't as fascinating as watching Akiko's monster plow into her own pussy. Every thrust one and so deep that it was tapping the entrance to her cervix, and Anna could see a small amount of that liquid seeping out around the base of Akiko's cock and mixing with her own juices with every deep thrust. Suddenly Anna and gasped and fell back as a surge of pleasure caused her pussy to tingle, her orgasm hit and her mind when blank and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then a second and even a third orgasm hit her like a bolts of lightning and caused her grasping hands to rip out the back of Akiko's uniform as she screamed again and completely lost control of her body. Akiko buried herself and let out a growl of pleasure and collapsed on top of her, they could both feel the cum as stream after stream of it filled her up, dripped out, and dribbled down her ass.
Kissing Anna passionately, Akiko sat up and pulled out as gently as she could. Like releasing a cork, cum and pussy juice seeped out in a flood all over the floor. Lita dove in hand began to lick up off the floor and made her way over to her sisters pussy to clean her up. Akiko watched as she quickly brought Anna to another quick orgasm, this gave Akiko the few minutes she needed to recover. Crawling up behind that Lita, Akiko twisted around and began eating her pussy again. Lita almost jumped off the floor when Akiko's tongue touched her, and to Akiko's surprise both girls moaned in exactly the same way, at the same time. Working her way up, Akiko spread Litas ass cheeks and stuck the tip of her tongue into her ass and made her squeal in surprise. When she felt ready, Akiko crawled to her knees and positioned her cock to thrust into Lita's pussy. She barely gave Lita any warning as she pressed forward. Lita gasped and started to moan as Akiko shoved her way inside. Anna watched her sisters face as Akiko started to thrust, at first she saw only the lust and pleasure that any girl experienced with a cock as big as Akikos, but soon that changed as Lita's eyes went from surprised into a kind of glazed ecstasy as she completely surrendered to Akikos movements.
I never...thought it would...feel like...this. She gasped out.
Then Akiko started to pick up the pace and slam into her, Lita cried out as her pussy blossomed into an inferno of ecstasy. Within seconds she was face down on the mat and grunting every time Akiko slammed into her and her fingers gripped the edge of the mat like a lifeline. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God..."
Lita had her second orgasm course through her and she fell over shuddering as her whole world dissolved into an orgasmic stupor that left her completely destroyed and having orgasmic like aftershocks that went through her for several minutes. Anna pulled her shuddering sister up and held her in her arms until Lita simply fainted a few seconds later. "Mika and Fomia told as you were good at this Akiko, but I've never experienced anything like this. It's almost scary." Anna said in a whisperer as she looked at Akiko in awe.
"Oh come on, I'm not that good yet." Akiko said shyly.
"No, your better than good. Lita and I can usually do this all night with each other or the guys, experiencing dozens of orgasms. In less than a hour you have managed to wipe us out with only a couple incredibly strong orgasms, weve got nothing left to give you and yet I can tell you, I want more."
Then lets keep going, I didnt even come with Lita and I was hoping one of you might have a strap on so that I could get off.
"We didn't bring any, we usually don't need them since we prefer the hands-on techniques."
Still very horny, Akiko shrugged in disappointment and leaned back against the wall, reached down she began to masturbate in her own unique way. Three fingers buried in her pussy as her other hand pumped her cock savagely. She quickly approached an orgasm as Anna tiredly crawled over and began to give her a blowjob, Akiko continued to work her pussy. Suddenly Anna wrapped her lips around the head and gave a good hard suck that made Akiko gasp and arch back, this sent Akiko over the edge quickly and her pussy heaved as she convulsed and shot cum down Anna's throat. After what seemed like hours, Akiko fell over and just gasped for air. She could feel her body relaxing and she gave Anna a kiss that lasted for several minutes as they passed her cum. They broke off with a giggle, each licking their own lips suggestively, fire burning in their eyes.
"You're totally insatiable arent you?" Anna said.
"So far, yes."
Akiko could feel herself growing soft, grasping her cock Akiko moved around and leaned forward to examine its base carefully. She'd never noticed, but the top edge of her pussy had flared out to surround the base of her cock. Like her pussy, it could be stretched out quite a bit and to her surprise she could see that her cock looked like it still had several inches left inside the strange flesh pocket.
"Weird." She muttered, sticking a couple of fingers in as far as they would go. The inside walls were as silky smooth as her pussy and she could feel the wetness that her cock was resting in. Pumping her fingers felt good, but nothing like her pussy, she pulled them out to sniff and taste the liquid. Anna saw what she was doing and giggled, making Akiko stop and blush in embarrassment.
"I know, I noticed earlier that I could push my finger and all the way and not touch the bottom."
"Its like a second pussy with a big Dick sticking out of it." Akiko muttered to herself. Her probing had started to feel good around the edges so she stuck her finger inside a little deeper and felt around. She could feel the super strong muscles just under the skin as they contracted around her probing finger, this made her cock flopped around.
You know, I think it might be a sheath or something.
"Why is that?"
"It's pretty deep and your cock is sticking out of it. It also gets wet like your pussy so that means it's lubricated for some reason and I was just thinking out loud that it might be so that you could pull up inside, or something."
"I don't know..." A retractable cock, she thought silently.
"Come, come Akiko, you'll never know unless you try and I think I'm right. Your muscle structure is a little different than us normal girl's as well, so I bet that you can contract your muscles and pull it inside your body."
"Well..." Akiko hesitated.
"It would solve a lot of your problems wouldn't it?"
Akiko shrugged, it made strange sort of sense any way. The only problem she could find was that she didn't know how to even try. She tensed her muscles and felt something shift, she didnt know what do. On her second try she relaxed the muscles around her pussy and focused on her cock, instead of pulling inside it actually pushed out about an inch more and began to harden. "Drat!"
"Were close, I knew it!" Annas said as eyes went wide and she realized that Akiko now had a foot long cock.
"Now what?"
"Hmm...try to relax in contract those muscles that stop your urine when you pee. You can feel them contract back when you use them.
With a nod Akiko relaxed and tryied to do it the way Anna suggested, at first nothing happened, but then slowly she could feel her cock starting to move backwards. Anna gasped in amazement as inch by slow inch it slid back into the flesh pocket. As it pulled inside it rubbed against the overly sensitive skin around the base and caused Akiko to get excited again. It took nearly three minutes to pull it inside, balls and all, and it was a very snug fit, but somehow Akiko knew that Anna had found something important and Akiko wanted to hug her. By this time Akiko's excitement was making her pant in anticipation of something, she reached out and hugged Anna, then she felt her up and kissed her for good measure. For the first time in 2 weeks she looked normal again.
Almost nothing of her cock showed, just the strange shape of the top of her pussy as it flared outward. She quickly adjusted to the new feel of her equipment as it rested nearer her intestines, "Anna, would you please lick me? I'm really horny again."
Anna was totally exhausted, but she went down on Akiko, who was very, very wet. This time Akikos pussy seemed to have taken on a different taste with the consistency of honey, she lapped it up like milk. Every lap of her tongue came up with a little sticky cream and sent a chill down her spine directly to her pussy and Anna moved her free hand down to touch herself. For some reason that Anna couldn't figure, she felt even more sensitive than she ever had before. Within seconds she couldn't stop moaning as she soared to new heights of pleasure. Her back arched as she writhed, her long blonde hair flawing. Soon that familiar throbbing started deep within her, and Anna latched onto her clitoris, Akiko screamed as she suddenly came in the most careful orgasms she had yet experienced. Her whole world lurched out of focus as she thrashed around completely out of control.
Anna sits up with a giggle and wipes her face and lick her fingers, her entire face, neck, and breasts are covered in Akiko cream. It makes her glisten beautifully in the rooms low light and was a sigh of contentment Akiko rolls to her feet and begins to straighten her clothing, Anna soon follow suit. They watch each other, resisting the urge to continue even though they wanted too.
"What about Lita?"
"I'll wake her up in a little while, don't worry about it, its just going to take awhile to adjust to the intensity of the orgasms you create."
"It must have something to do with what Anya told me the other day." Akiko muttered, thinking back.
"What's that?"
"She said that my cum had special properties that it would make my sexual partners especially horny for a few days afterward."
"How horny." Anna asks quietly.
"She didn't really give me any specifics, why?"
"You just came in both of us..."
"Anya did say that my cum was impotent because of the change in my body. I wouldnt worry about it too much, everyone in this group seems to be unusually horny anyway, it cant be all that hard to control. Anya hasn't actually jumped me yet and Mika and Fomia have both been acting normally lately so I don't think its anything really unusual."
"Oh, what about Rie?"
"I haven't actually fucked her yet."
Suddenly Litas pager started to beep and Anna traced it to her gym bag. She checked it and turned off. "We have to go Akiko, it 6 PM and our parents have us keep a pretty tight schedule during the week. We almost got expelled for our little forays into the boys locker rooms and they had to call our parents, ever since them we have been on a short leash."
"Mine are just the opposite, I haven't seen them in days now. They just up and vanish sometimes, and leave, telling me to take care of things while they're gone. It's pretty lonely sometimes."
"That's so sad."
"I've gotten used to it." Akiko shrugs, looking away.
They should Lita awake, cracked a window, and left. They kissed each other goodbye, promised to meet each other more often and dashed off. From out of the shadows behind the old building steps a red haired girl. Her name is Mimi and she's been following Akiko around all day. "A true hermorphadite, right here in our own school and she's absolutely adorable." Mimi says out loud and blushes. She couldn't figure why, but something about Akiko was bringing out her perverted side, the side that she usually ignored.
To Be Continued...
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The Assistant II
Copyright 2002 by The Wraith
Bla, Bla, Bla, Legal bullshit, You MUST be Over 18 to read this story!
This is a direct continuation to the Assistant posted a while ago. You may want to read the first chapter.
Wendy was sitting at her desk with the phone still in her hand, and could not believe what Sandra was asking her to do. Wendy thought, I cant do it. There is no way I can sit at my desk with my shirt open. Is she crazy to think I will wait patiently for her to enter my office, and inspect me like a side of beef? I wont do it! Wendy finally hangs up her phone, and was staring at the closed door. She was contemplating her options, and thought, I will not degrade myself, but do I have any choice? Wendy was reluctantly becoming accustomed to doing whatever Sandra asked of her. This scared Wendy deep inside, but it also fanned the flame of excitement in the conservative woman a little more every time Sandra asked her to do something she knew was wrong, although Wendy tried not to admit it to herself.
Wendy with trembling fingers unbuttoned the first button, and with shaky fingers continued down the front of her white shirt until all the buttons were undone. Wendy looked at her ample bust, and even with all her buttons undone, the shirt was still closed, and her white bra was still covered. Wendy waited nervously at her desk with her growing fear of someone else entering her office, but this fear turned to excitement, and Wendys body grew aroused. Wendy crossed her legs, and tried to divert the pleasure that grew between her supple thighs.
Sandra hung up the phone, and was pleasantly surprised by the total lack of complaint from Wendy. Sandra knew she had to tread lightly in the beginning, and get her boss off balance slowly before she put her to the ultimate test. The time was approaching, her boss would soon be huddled naked under her desk and utterly humiliated, but that was about a month away. Sandra felt her breasts responding and her nipples starting to harden just at the thought of her boss naked and acclimated to receiving her orders. Sandra waited for about five minutes, before she called her boss again on the phone. She knew Wendy must be going insane with the waiting, and with no word of what was expected of her. Sandra played this game before, and she always began the same slow way.
Wendy was feeling self-conscious about her shirt being unbuttoned. Wendy started fidgeting in her chair as her panties were becoming uncomfortably damp. Her hot juices were soon flowing, and Wendy was worried her office was starting to smell musky from her arousal. She sat at her desk trembling as the time passed, and by the thought of what Sandra might ask her to do. Wendy was secretly hoping for something wild, but at the same time she was utterly terrified by the prospect of doing anything lesbian. Wendy with shaking fingers opened her shirt just the slightest, no more than a couple inches between her breasts so her white bra and a modest amount of cleavage was showing. Wendy knew Sandra might be checking soon, and Wendy was concerned about Miss ODonnells reaction to her closed blouse.
Wendy fearfully answered the phone, wondering what was next, Hello?
Wendy is your shirt open like I asked?
My shirt is unbuttoned, Miss ODonnell.
Wendy do you like sitting in your office with your shirt open? I wonder if youre worried about Mr. Tate entering your office, and looking at your large firm tits with your tan hard nipples trying to escape by pushing through your bra? What do you say Wendy, do you think I should invite Mr. Tate to come take a look at how one of his senior executives is dressed?
No! Please dont Miss ODonnell. Wendy feels a ripple of pleasure throbbing in her loins as she thinks about her tits being on display, but she is also scared of the threat. Wendy grabs the front of her white blouse, and pulls it closed. She sits there thinking about her boss entering her office right now, and what the consequences would be.
Wendy?
Uhm Yes, Miss ODonnell?
Wendy, did you close your shirt?
No! Well maybe a little Wendy hears the door opening, and quickly covers her chest with a manila folder. She is certain it is her boss. Wendy thought, Ill just die being known as a corporate slut.
Sandra entered the office of her boss, and seeing her conservative middle-aged boss cowering behind a folder trying to hide her open shirt made Sandra smile, as she shut the door, and the loud click of the lock resonated throughout the quiet office.
Wendy waited for a couple seconds, and saw it was only Miss ODonnell. Wendy lowered her folder, and at Sandras gesture Wendy opened her shirt showing most of her white bra, and felt her growing lust start to build. Seeing the look on Sandras face Wendy pulled the blouse off her shoulders, and was soon sitting behind her desk wearing just her white bra. Wendy blushed at the lustful looks from Sandra, and was not sure why she was so turned on. Wendy crossed her legs, and felt a ripple of pleasure shoot through her body. Wendy could not remember ever being this turned on by the anticipation of what may happen. Wendy felt like a schoolgirl on her first date, or the first time she went parking with a boy.
Good girl, Wendy. Sandra said as She walked closer to Wendy. Sandra stood behind Wendys chair, and placed both her hands on Wendys shoulders. Sandra rubbed the shoulders, and then slowly lowered her fingers, and toyed with Wendys bra straps. Sandra took her time, and just caressed Wendys shoulders, and tried to make Wendy want more. Sandra slowly lowered her hands down to Wendy's breasts and started to knead them very softly. The whispered moan from Wendy was a good sign. Sandra tweaked Wendys nipples, and felt the response in Wendys body. Sandra increased the pressure on Wendys breasts until a grunt from Wendy was heard. Sandra started to firmly caress Wendys tits again, and Sandra used less and less pressure, and felt Wendy lean forward trying to get her to fondle her harder.
Sandra stopped caressing Wendy altogether, and turned the chair. Sandra looked into the eyes of Wendy, and could see the lust growing behind Wendys girlish blushes. Sandra leaned down, and pecked Wendy lightly on the lips, and started kissing her boss. Sandra was not surprised, after only a slight hesitation, Wendy returned her kiss. Sandra broke the now passionate kiss after a minute or so, and quickly pulled away, and smiled as Wendy leaned forward trying to maintain the kiss. Sandra sat down on Wendys lap, and placed her right arm around Wendys shoulder. Sandra felt Wendys left arm wrap around her waist. Sandra took Wendys right hand and placed it on her thigh, and pushed it up under her skirt, and used her tongue to lick Wendys ear, and whispered very softly in her ear, Youre a very good kisser Wendy, and Wendy youre so beautiful, and soft. Sandra moved Wendys hand higher under her skirt, and started to rub it across her pussy, YES! Wendy there. OH, Please Wendy. Please rub me just a little harder. Yes! Wendy right there. When Sandra let go Wendy kept rubbing. Sandra pulled Wendys bra cups down, and caressed and rolled the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Sandra varied the pressure between light, and hard.
Wendy could not believe she had her assistant on her lap, and was passionately kissing another woman in her office. Wendy could not believe she was feeling another womans panties, and another woman was playing with her breasts. Wendy was caught in her need to pleasure Sandra, and she cupped and squeezed, and then moved her entire hand a couple times over the hot moist panties of Sandra. Wendy then started to stroke up and down with her fingers, forcing the wet nylon panties into Sandras slit. Wendy felt Sandras tongue lick her mouth, and then move inside, and Sandra stroked and expertly fondled her breasts, Wendy stopped rubbing her middle finger along the slit of Sandra, and pulled the wet panties to the side, and pushed two fingers deep into the sopping wet pussy of Sandra. Wendy used her thumb and tried to stroke Sandras clit, while her fingers were busy moving in and out. Wendy varied the speed of her exploring fingers, and she felt Sandra stiffen, and moan in her mouth as they lustfully kissed.
Sandra felt Wendys fingers push inside, and the inexperienced caress to her clit. Sandras impending climax was heightened by the lustful moans from Wendy, offset by the quiet surroundings of the office, and the fact Sandra knew this was only the beginning for her control over Wendy. Sandra thought about all the fun to come in the next couple months. Sandra was fast approaching an orgasm. Sandra arched her back trying to get Wendys fingers in deeper. Sandra felt the powerful orgasm roll through her body, as she was kissing Wendy.
Sandra sat on her bosss lap, and leisurely caressed Wendys breasts while she regained her senses. The orgasm was great, and Sandra thought, Damn, that was great. I wonder how talented her tongue will be? Sandra kissed Wendy hard, and twisted Wendys nipples firmly for a second. Sandra got up, and straightened her clothing, and without a word left Wendys office. Sandra knew what she was doing, and thought, Wendy will sit here wondering why I left in such a hurry, and feel guilty about what happened here today, and more importantly if it was something she did wrong, and how she can fix it. She will become off-balanced, and I will be able to exploit her confusion.
Wendy sat there confused by Sandras sudden departure, and she still had the overwhelming need throbbing between her legs. Wendy was humiliated as she thought back about how Sandra fondled her breasts, and kissed her, and worse by what she willingly did to Sandra. Wendy still felt Sandras kisses, and the wonderful caresses to her breasts. Wendy looked to the phone hoping it would ring, but the seconds turned to minutes, and still the phone did not ring. Wendys left hand absentmindedly played with the blue skirts hem. Wendy stroked her pantyhosed covered thigh working the hand higher under the blue skirt. Wendy wanted to stop, but she was caught in her lust, and had an irresistible need to climax. Wendy was shocked as her usual restrained fantasies slowly turned to how Sandra ordered her to comply, and Sandra made her do the nastiest of things. The left hand now rubbed the tan pantyhose, and worked the damp white cotton panties into her slit. The juices made the cotton slick, and the experienced finger moved faster over the wet slit. Wendy felt a powerful need to get her fingers deep inside. Wendy pushed her hands under her pantyhose, and panties, and she worked two fingers inside, and used her thumb to rub her aching clit. Hunger and humiliation rolled through Wendy as she felt the orgasm approaching. Wendy wanted to die as she forcefully climaxed in her office, and wondered if anyone heard her. Wendy hung her head in shame, and started to cry as she fixed her clothing, and thought, How did this come to pass? What is wrong with me?!
Sandra heard a quiet grunt, and then rapid moaning breathing from her bosss office, and Sandra knew Wendy Wilson was masturbating in her office, and just had an orgasm. Sandra heard the quiet crying, had a large satisfied grin on her face at the progress from her boss. She knew from experience how much to push, and some women needed very little, their own desires for humiliation would do all the work. Sandra was relaxed, and satisfied by her climax, but she would still stick to her plan, and work Wendy slowly to accept her orders.
Wendy was becoming a nervous wreck at the office. Wendy could not figure out a routine from Sandra. Sandra left her alone all day after she was made to open her blouse. The next day every five minutes or so, Wendy was made to open her blouse, or pull her skirt over her hips, or pull her pantyhose down to her knees. Wendy was thankful when it was finally time to go home. The next couple days went into a blur of torment, and teasing. Climaxing in her quiet office was now turning into a daily occurrence for Wendy, and when Wendy talked to Sandra to say goodnight of Friday, she was made to go to the restroom and bring back her panties before leaving work.
Wendy was thankful it was the weekend, but now she constantly worried that Sandra would make her to do something too extreme. Wendy thought, Im so scared someone might find out what Im up to. How will I explain this to my husband, and family? I know Sandra is slowly increasing her control, but how can I stop before Im actually naked? What will happen after I am naked? I have to stop Sandra before it is too late, but deep inside Im scared Im too late already as Im beginning to like what she is asking me to do. Wendys assistant was barely talking to her on Monday. Wendy was too afraid to ask her assistant for anything, Wendy was left alone again all day, but she did not know weather to be happy or sad.
Sandra loved the slow degradation of Wendy, and knew soon the time was ripe to pluck the cherry. She laughed about the look on Wendys face as she was made to hand over her drab white cotton panties before starting work on Tuesday. Sandra would test Wendy today. She called Wendy and said, Wendy are you wearing a slip today?
Of course Miss ODonnell.
Good take off your skirt, and fold it, and place it in your closet.
But I have a meeting Please Miss Wendy stopped speaking, and knew all hope was lost. She knew she was about to take off her skirt, and sit in her office in just her slip until Sandra said it was long enough. Wendy thought, I hope she is in a good mood, and lets me get dressed before my meeting in a half hour.
Sandra waited for about two minutes, and called Wendy again, Wendy, take off your pantyhose, and throw them in the garbage can, and then take off panties, and place them flat in the middle of your desk.
Please I have
Wendy!
Right away Miss ODonnell.
Sandra entered Wendys office, and there in the middle of the mahogany desk, on the green blotter was a pair of white cotton panties. The blush on Wendys face was spectacular. Sandra went to the desk and said Stand up.
Wendy was embarrassed as she stood because she was not wearing her skirt, and by her plain white cotton panties lying on her expensive desk. Wendy felt so exposed, and naked. The white satin half-slip was cool against her body, and the satin slip was bunched a little between her ass cheeks, but Wendy was too nervous to fix her slip.
Sandra looked over Wendy, and she looked damn good. Sandra walked slowly around Wendy, and pulled the slip from Wendys ass cheeks, and caressed Wendys butt before she walked to the front. The mid-thigh white half-slip, with its flowered lace banding, and the slight slit on the right side, gave spectacular a hint of naked thigh. The blouse was just past the slips waistband. Sandra said, Sit down Wendy, but do not sit on that pretty slip. You dont want to wrinkle such a pretty slip.
Wendy felt Sandras unashamed inspection of her womanly charms, and it was making Wendy blush furiously as she slowly lifted her slip above her hips. When she sat down, her leather chair was cool, and it stuck to her ass as she slid back in her chair to get comfortable. Wendy felt like a slut with her slip bunched about her waist, but at least the white satin slip was now between her thighs and it covered her.
Sandra said Wendy, spread you knees, and arranging your slip so I can see your pussy.
Wendy blushed at Sandras crudeness. Wendy blushed a deeper shade as she spread her knees about two inches. She hoped Sandra would not see her growing excitement. Wendy thought, I must look like a slut. I know I feel like one.
Wendy, I cant see anything yet. Open Sesame. Sandra said smiling.
Wendy opened her knees another inch, hoping it would be enough. Wendy blushed another shade of red as Sandra looked unashamedly between her thighs.
Wider! Sandra said harshly.
Wendy was scared, and opened her leg till they touched the arms on the chair. She was humiliated by her exposure. She was sure Sandra would see the juices now sliding down her ass, and cringed as Sandra knelt between her wide-open legs. Wendy started as Sandra ran a finger through her pubic hair. Wendy felt the finger lightly traced over her labia. Wendy was sure it was a red-hot poker. Sandras finger burned as it stroked, and intimately caressed her. The finger soon delved inside, and stoked the fire that now grew inside Wendy. The need to climax soon built inside Wendy, and took all thoughts from her mind, and replaced them with a ravenous hunger between her legs.
You have a nice looking pussy Wendy. Im glad to see you trim it neatly. Sandra pushed two fingers inside Wendy, and used all her experience to bring Wendy very close to an orgasm, and then at the very brink, Sandra backed off leaving Wendy frustrated. Sandra teased her boss like this for about five minutes always bring Wendy to the brink, but never letting her fall into oblivion.
Wendy rocked her hips forward again with the expectation of finally climaxing, but every time Sandra removed her finger just before she could climax. Wendys need to climax turned her into a bundle of raw nerves, and she was reduced to pleading, Please Miss ODonnell PLEASE Wendy rocked her hips forward as Sandra pushed an extra finger inside. This caused a small amount of pain to Wendy, but the pain acted like an aphrodisiac, and Wendy moaned, OH GOD! YES! as Sandra pinch her clit. NO! DONT STOP! Please Wendy was on the brink, and then the finger was once again gone.
Sandra waited until she was sure Wendy was again able to think again and said, You will not touch your pussy, and if you climax before I let you, you will be sorry. Do you understand? Good. Now, You can pull you chair under your desk, but your knees are to remain open, and touching the sides of your desk. Sandra took a couple papers on Wendys desk, and placed the papers so they just barely covered Wendys panties and pointing to the covered panties on the desk, Sandra said, You will not touch these panties no matter what, and you are to leave your legs spread. If you disobey I will punish you severely. I will be right back, and if youre good we will continue, and I will let you climax, but if youre bad
Wendy watched Sandra leave, and thought, If I dont cum soon Ill die. Wendy wanted to finish her climax, but was scared. She sat there and cooled down, and thought, I have about five minutes before my meeting is to take place. Wendy saw just a hint of her white cotton bikini panties peeking out from under the papers. Wendy became a nervous wreck as the minutes slowly passed. She thought, Sandra will be back soon, and she will tell me, I better hurry and get dressed. What am I a little girl? Im a grown woman! I will just get dressed, and the hell with Sandra! NO, this is a test, and Sandra knows the meeting is canceled, but she is testing me. I better wait. I wonder if my office smells musky? I better get up, and open the window. No. I better get dressed. NO these thoughts passed back and forth, and the time slipped by. She worried as it was time for the meeting to take place in her office, and there was no time to left to fix her clothing, or air out the smell from her arousal. Wendy saw the door open, and Mr. Donner entered. Wendy tried to remain calm, but she felt like a royal slut with her slip well above her hips, her naked ass sticking to her leather chair, her thighs wide-open spreading her vagina, knees hurting from touching the hard desk, and her panties just lying on the desk under a couple papers. The worst part for Wendy was the fact she was becoming increasingly aroused again.
Wendy exchanged pleasantries, and felt a shudder of lust run through out her body as Mr. Donner leaned across her desk to shake her hand. She felt a single drop of arousal run down from her pussy across her ass, and Wendy wanted to scream in frustration as another slid down her ass, and soon there was a small pool on her leather chair. She was sure Mr. Donner could smell her lust, and he seemed to know her panties were on her desk, and Wendy thought to find an explanation why her panties would be on her desk during their meeting. Wendy was utterly humiliated throughout their short meeting. She was thankful it was over quickly, but Sandra did not immediately call and tell her to get dressed. Wendy tried to get back to work, but she could not concentrate. Wendys thoughts now rested solely in the need to cum, and she once again thought about masturbating in her office. Wendy thought she was about to go insane if Sandra did not come in her office soon.
Sandra thought, The meeting was faster than I expected, and I wonder how Wendy did? I better let Wendy suffer in silence for a couple more minutes. Sandra waited, and then entered Wendys office. Sandra walked to Wendy, and pulled out Wendys chair, and knelt between her bosss open knees.
Wendy was shaking when Sandra pulls her chair out, and knelt between her knees. Wendy could already feel those magic fingers even though Sandra had not touched her yet. Sandra motions, and Wendy slides forward in her chair till her ass was almost off the chair. Wendy was nervous about what was about to happen. Wendy was watching Sandras hands slowly move to the buttons on Wendys shirt. Wendy shudders, and wants to tell Sandra to stop, but Sandra continues to unbutton her shirt, and soon Wendys shirt was on top of desk beside her panties. Wendys bra soon joins the rest of her clothing leaving the executive naked except for her white slip still bunched above her hips. Wendy moans as Sandra starts to caress her naked breasts. Wendy almost screams as Sandra licks her naked bellybutton.
Sandra licked up Wendys left thigh, and moved to the right, and then back to the left again. She saw Wendy shudder as she let her long hair brush lightly over Wendys naked body. Sandra wrapped her arms around the thighs of Wendy, and used her thumbs to spread Wendys pussy open. Sandra lightly licked the juices of the outer lips, and caressed her clit. Sandra varied the pressure as she licked Wendy. She pushed her tongue into Wendy like a small cock, and was rewarded by a lusty moan from Wendy. Sandra reached up, and tweaked the nipples on Wendy. Sandra felt Wendy arch her pelvis trying to get the tongue deeper, but Sandra relaxed the pressure.
Wendy was on autopilot as her body was fighting to climax, and Wendy bit her lip in order to quiet her moans of pleasure. Sandra brought her to the brink once again, and Wendy would have screamed and cursed had she not been in her office. She was sure she would never have an orgasm, and unconsciously pulled Sandras head tight to her body. Wendy was rewarded when felt Sandra roughly use her tongue on her clit, and she moaned in pleasure as two fingers were pushed deep inside. Wendy caressed her own breasts while Sandras fingers were busy. Wendy felt the fingers pushed in and out faster and faster. Then the clit was tweaked, and the tremors started in Wendys lower belly and spread out like electricity throughout her entire body. Wendys orgasm crested, but Sandra did not let up, and a smaller, but still powerful orgasm shook Wendy, and yet once again another ripple of pleasure passed through Wendys body. This left the older woman gasping, trying to catch her breath. Wendy never experienced anything like that in her entire life, and would not have believed her body capable of such pleasure if she had not just enjoyed them.
Sandra was pleased by the progress of Wendy, but she was sorely tempted to have Wendy return the favor, but it was too early in the training to have Wendy use her tongue. Sandra helped Wendy dress, and the women went home for the weekend.
Wendy felt things at home were falling apart due to her jittery nerves. Wendy could not get Sandra out of her mind, and when her husband would try to make love to her, she saw Sandras face, and body, and was soon disappointed by his feeble attempts at making love. She was short tempered with her daughter, and Wendy thought about going to a psychologist for help with her growing obsession. Wendy was getting dressed for work, and was buttoning her blouse, and heard the phone, and answered it. Hello?
Hello Wendy. Sandra said. Sandra knew it was time to rattle her bosss chain again, and this time in the sanctity of her home. Sandra wanted Wendy to know there was no place she was safe.
Hello Sandra I mean Miss ODonnell. Wendy said. Wendy was scared Sandra called her at home, and as she said, Uhm, what can I do for you Miss ODonnell? Wendy felt a tingling in her breasts, and her nipples starting to get erect. Her panties under her pantyhose were growing uncomfortably tight.
I want you to dress sexy today for me. I want you to wear your shortest skirt, and a tight low-cut sweater. Put on extra make-up. Oh dont forget to wear something sexy under your clothes, for me to look at today. Your days of white cotton panties are over. You will dress sexy under your clothing from now on, and NO PANTYHOSE! Do you own a garterbelt?
I sorry Miss ODonnell I dont have a garterbelt, but my daughter has a pair of black thigh-highs. Will that be OK?
Yes, But what are you going to wear today Wendy?
Wendy took the portable phone, and shut her bedroom door. She was scared to answer incase her daughter might hear her, and said, I will Uhm wear a short skirt, and a tight sweaterand Uhm I will wear something sexy under my clothing for you to look at, and wear extra make-up, and my daughters thigh-highs Wendy was practically dripping, and was glad for the excuse to change her panties before she left to work.
Very good Wendy. Do not disappoint me, or you will be punished.
Wendy changed her lingerie, and was now dressed in a sheer peach bra and panty set. Wendy walked across the bedroom towards the closet, and she felt her breasts bouncing in the sheer peach bra. She caught sight of herself in the mirror on the closet door, and she saw how transparent this lingerie was. There was nothing being hidden by this lingerie. Her nipples and pubic hair were plainly visual, and Wendy feared walking at work wearing this bra, but she owned no other clean sexy lingerie. Wendy knew she would have to be careful walking in the office today, and looked through her closet for the short black dress she knew she had hiding in there. She remembered when she bought this skirt, but never had the nerve to wear it out in public. Wendy was unsure why she bought this particular dress. The skirt was well shorter than her usual knee length work skirts, and Wendy had trouble zipping up the dress. Wendy was now fully conscious of the 7 pounds she gained over the winter, and the skirt clung seductively to her hips and ass. Wendy finished getting dressed, and looked in the mirror, and thought she looked like her daughter going out clubbing, not a professional going to work. Wendy adjusted her sweater trying to cover her cleavage. The sweater was showed too much, and was too tight to wear to work. Wendy dreaded going to work dressed like this, and thought about what people might say to her. Wendy was happy to hear her daughter leave, and went and got the thigh-highs. Wendy could not bear to have her daughter catch her dressed like a slut going to work.
Wendy was driving to work, and the skirt seems to have a mind of its own. The skirt crept up her thighs, and when Wendy looks down her thigh-high tops were showing. A minute later she looks down, she could see her peach panties. Wendy was now constantly tugging her skirt down, but the skirt was too tight to pull down sitting. Standing the black skirt was just above her middle thigh. It was short, but Wendy hopes it looks a little respectable, but walking made the skirt ride up. Wendy was worried as she slowly walks across the parking lot, trying to keep her breasts from bouncing and keep her skirt from riding up, when she heard some guys say, Yo, look at those big tits bounce on that bitch! Shes some slut secretary, trying to get a raise out of her boss. Hell, she gave me a raise in my pants. I wish she were my secretary. Id bend her over my desk, and give her this raise Wendy ignores the rest of the rude comments about her, and she hurries across the parking lot. She was self-conscious about how she was dressed, but there was nothing she could do now, and she walks to the elevator. Wendy adjusts her sweater as soon as the elevator doors shut, pulls her skirt down again, and she prayed it would stay down this time.
Wendy was sitting at her desk, and her short black skirt was almost to her peach sheer panties again, and the lacy black stocking tops were exposed and a couple inches of bare thigh. Wendy had to stand, and pull her skirt down for the tenth time. She was having trouble concentrating on her morning reports. She kept expecting Sandra to call her.
Wendy was going back to her office, after getting some coffee, and she saw her friend, Joanne Cooper. Joanne was a cute, thin, married blonde soccer mom. She looked like she was a woman in her 20s, but she was almost 40, and Wendy was always a little jealous of Joannes natural good looks.
Wow! Wendy, what is the occasion? You look great. Do you have a hot date tonight? Well Im sure theres some drooling execs around here today. Joanne said laughing.
Uhm No Joanne just thought Id dress up a little today. Wendy said. Wendy was flustered by Joannes questioning, and started to flee into to her office, but Joanne followed. Wendy stopped in the middle of her office as Joanne kept on talking to her.
It worked. Wow! I feel like a slob standing next to you. Joanne saw Sandra walk into the office, and she was puzzled why Sandra shut the office door, and stood so close to Wendy. Joanne thought, Wendy seems scared, and is shaking like a leaf. I wonder what is wrong?
Sandra watched the two friends walk into the office, and she thought, Ive always meant to go after Joanne as soon as Wendy was ready. Lets go give Joanne and Wendy a test right now. Sandra walked up behind the chatting friends, and stood next to Wendy, and placed her hand on her bosss ass, and started to caress it. Sandra said, Now, Mrs. Cooper, if you dressed a little younger, and daring, like Wendy here, you would be swelling all the mens heads, and I think you know which ones, dont you. Then Sandra gave a sexy little laugh.
Wendy wanted to run or scream as her assistant was blatantly kneading her ass. Wendy was humiliated, and could not believe she was just standing there. Wendy thought, I hope Joanne doesnt see what Sandra is doing. I will be a laughing stock in the office, and known as a slut. I cant believe Im getting turned on. Oh God but that feels great. Wendy feels Sandras finger trace her butt crack trying to turn her panties into a thong, and then firmly caress the rest of her ass and thought, Im so ashamed. I cant believe Im letting myself be humiliated, and loving it. I have to move before Joanne sees what is going on. When Joann leaves I will do whatever Sandra wants, but I cant do this in front of Joanne. What will she think? Do it! MOVE! Wendy gets her courage up, and moves a little to the left, but Sandras hand on her ass, slipped between her legs, and grabbed a handful of dress, and pulled her back next to Sandra.
Sandra looked in Joannes eyes, and saw the same weakness in Wendys eyes when she started as her assistant. Sandra kneaded the ass of Wendy quite firmly. She made sure Wendys dress was moving. Sandra watched Joannes eyes move down Wendys body, and lock on the short skirt. Sandra slowly pulled up Wendys skirt, and slipped her hand under the skirt. Sandra rubbed Wendys silky pantied covered ass till she saw the recognition in Joanne face of what she was doing, and then Sandra walked closer to Joanne, and saw the silly housewife shudder.
. Joanne was trying to talk, but she was shocked because it seemed Wendys dress was moving upwards. Joanne was not happy about Sandras coarseness. Joanne soon figured out why Wendys dress was moving. OHMYGOD! Sandra is rubbing Wendys ass, and right in front of me. Joanne thought. Joanne wanted to flee as Sandra moved towards her, but her feet would not move. Joanne said, I better be getting back to my office Joanne shuddered as Sandra moved behind her, and placed both hands on her shoulders, and Sandras thumbs caressed the hair on the nape of her neck. Joanne felt Sandras breasts pushing on her back, and Sandras quiet breathing by her ear.
Say goodbye to your little friend Wendy, and tell her she is welcome to CUM in your office anytime, and well all have a nice private chat. Just us girls. Sandra was almost laughing at these two nave women, and the shocked looks on their faces. Sandra saw Wendy fixing her skirt and said harshly, Wendy, leave it!
Please dont Miss ODonnell. Not in front of Joanne.
Get that skirt up. Right Now!
I cant Please Wendy said pleadingly.
What did I say to you this morning? Youre in trouble young lady! You will be punished. Do you want some more?
No! Please Miss ODonnell. Ill be good. Wendy answered before she thought about what Joanne would think, and as soon as Wendy looked into Joannes eyes she felt totally humiliated someone else knew she taking orders from her assistant. Wendy looked to the floor in shame as she pulled up her skirt to her hips.
Joanne was shocked by what she was witnessing, and could not believe what was going on here. She heard about these types of relationships, but never thought Wendy would be in one. Joanne was staring intently at Wendys sheer peach panties. Joanne could not believe she was growing aroused, and she tried to turn towards the door, and make her escape, but Sandra would not let her turn.
Sandra felt the tremor run through Joannes body, and she said, Nice panties Wendy. Joanne, are your panties this sheer? Sandra knew Joanne would not answer, but she wanted to shock this woman before she let her leave. Joanne, too bad your wearing pants or I would make you lift your dress, and show Wendy your panties. It is only fair. She showed you hers.
Wendy was on the verge of tears. Never in her whole life has she been so humiliated. She tried to resist, but the hunger of her body made her respond, and pull up her skirt, and show her thin panties. She was sure Joanne would tell someone, but Wendy could not stop herself from obeying Sandra. She knew she was losing her willpower over her own life, and this was the first test. Wendy was not sure if she passed or failed.
Sandra knew she had another playmate for Wendy, but one at a time. Sandra leaned close to Joannes ear and whispered. Joanne, Im going to ask Wendy to slip off her sheer panties, and then Im going to spank her bare bottom till it is crimson. You better leave now, or you will be next. Do I need to threaten you not to tell anyone? Sandra took a half step back, and let her fingers move from the shoulders, and she caressed Joannes from her shoulders down her perfect ass. Sandra gave a light slap to Joannes ass, and whispered, Joanne, if you tell a soul, I will have you fired, and then spank this cute ass till you cant sit for a week. Now say goodbye.
I wont say anything... Joanne was trembling with lust as she answered. Joanne thought about her gentle husband, and the fact that they have not made love in over five months, and with her son away at collage she was feeling all alone lately. Joanne wondered what it would be like to have someone in really in charge, and what Sandra was really going to do, and make Wendy do after.
Wendy, tell Joanne shes welcome to come back anytime, and shouldnt you be taking your panties off, so your punishment can begin?
Yes, Miss ODonnell. Goodbye Joanne. Please come to my office anytime Wendy said. Wendy closed her eyes and felt the tears begin to fall down her face as she slipped her panties to the floor, and step out of them.
Joanne felt Sandra slightly try to turn her, and push her towards the door. Joanne made no attempt to move. Joanne was silently hoping Sandra would make her stay, but she took a last look at Wendy. Wendy still had her skirt up above her hips, and the brown bush starting to be reveled as those sheer peach panties were pushed to her knees. Joanne was too scared to utter one word even though she wanted to stay. She watched as Wendy stepped out of those peach panties, and Joanne did not move as Sandra went and picked up those panties. Sandra turned with the panties in her hand walked and stood in front of Joanne and folded them. Joanne did not know what Sandra wanted as she held out the folded panties. Joanne stood still as the panties were stuffed down the front of her blouse, and placed under her bra strap.
A present. Keep them close to your heart. One day I will call you, and ask you to bring them back. Dont lose them, because without your memento of today you will never again witness what you have seen here today, but beware if you come back you will have to join in. The choice is yours. Sandra said and guided Joanne to the door. Sandra turning towards Wendy said, Wendy, take off the rest of your clothing. You disappointed me today, and so this spanking you will be naked.
Joanne turned to watch Wendy remove her sweater, and Joanne saw the matching Bra to the panties in her shirt. Joanne tried to slow her escape, but Sandra opened the door, and pushed her into the outer office. Joanne kept thinking about Wendy as she walked back to her office, and how she ended up in this position. Joanne could not get the image out of her mind of Wendy taking off her panties at Sandras orders. Joanne pictured herself in the same scenario, and a tremor of lust racked her body. Joanne thought, I wonder whats going on back to Wendys office? How did Wendy get in that position, and what did Sandra mean I would have to join in? I hate to admit it, but I want to go back. What if I end up like Wendy? She entered her office, and shut the door, and sat at her desk. Joanne wondered as she took the sheer panties out and stared at them, and thought, I dont know what Im going to do with these panties. Without them Im safe, but can I live never knowing what is going on behind Wendys door? Joanne unfolded the panties, and noticed a large wet stain on the crotch. Joanne looked around her empty office, and thought, I cant be thinking of doing this. It is disgusting, and dirty.
Wendy dreaded the silence from Sandra, but was scared to open her mouth. She knew she was in trouble but somehow she kept thinking that she would get out of her punishment.
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The Phone Call
Copyright 2003 by the Wraith390
This is an adult story, and should not be read if your under 18, and as always I retain any and all rights to this story.
25-minutes ago Rebecca Miller was living the quiet suburban dream, but that came crashing down when she answered the phone. She had just put the kids on the morning bus, finished making the beds, and how she wished she had not answered the phone, and fifteen minutes from now at exactly 9:00am a man would knock on her door, and Rebecca hoped she was strong enough to do what was required to keep this man happy.
Rebecca always laughed when her friends called her the classic soccer mom, but if her friends knew the horror of what was required of her today they would not be so eager to have her life. Rebecca was on the verge of tears as she remembered the phone call from her husband, Brian. He sounded anxious, nervous, and not quite himself. Rebecca listened to Brian's scared whispering voice on the phone as he said, "Please Becky, you have to help me! I've made a terrible mistake, and I'm going to be arrested and go to jail if you don't help me. PLEASE... Oh God Becky I was caught. I did it for us Becky. For our future, but I was so stupid. Becky, the lawyer needs to talk to you now, but Please Becky, I'm so sorry to ask this of you, but you have to help me."
"Hi Rebecca, I'm Stan Wells, and I'm an attorney, and I'm working very hard to keep your husband out of jail. I was paid a retainer, and told to contact your husband. My client wanted to set up a meeting with your husband. Rebecca, I'm going to need you to be brave, and do some things to keep your husband out of jail. Do you think you could do that Rebecca?"
"Yes! Anything."
"Good girl Rebecca. Now I've talked to my client, and we discussed some of the particulars of the case, and then I presented the deal to your husband, and he agreed, but he was adamant you had to make the final decision. Rebecca, here's the deal, the witness will destroy all the evidence against your husband, and the matter will be dropped, but you will have to trade some sexual favors for the afternoon, and follow the directions from my client, and around dusk your husband, Brian will be arriving home a free man. What do you say Rebecca?"
Rebecca collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table, and thought, "I have to do this or my kids will grow up without a father. The lawyer said I had to follow the directions of a stranger, and I have to act like I am enjoying it. How can I do that? I can do this to save my family!" Rebecca leaned on the table for support, and said, "Yes, I can do it to keep Brian safe." But Rebecca was barely listening to the lawyer as he explained what was expected of her.
Ding Dong!
"Oh my god he's here!" Rebecca mumbled. Rebecca was not happy about having to wear a short skirt, and shirt that showed some cleavage. She opened the back door, and expected a strange man, but saw her friend's 18 year-old son, Matt Webber, standing there smiling like he lost his mind. "What do you want Matt? Please make it quick I'm expecting someone."
"Sure thing Mrs. Miller. I was in bed thinking about your fine luscious body again, and I thought if I came over, and asked. You might lift your sweater and show me your tits. Uhm... Can I see your tits Mrs. Miller?"
SLAP!
Rebecca slapped his face about as hard as she could, and screamed, "You can't talk to me like that!" and Rebecca thought, "I can't believe he'd ask such a rude question. This is too much to take! I'm so worried about my husband, and I have some idiot teen playing games." Rebecca was furious, and yelled, "Get off my deck! I'm calling your mother! How dare you insult me like that!"
"Your absolutely right Mrs. Miller." Matt said, rubbing his left cheek. "I'm sorry, I was suppose to tell you something first." Matt said calmly He pulled out a cel phone out of his backpack, and started dialing. "I'm leaving like you ask, and tell lawyer Stan your not interested. Goodbye Mrs. Miller. Hope your husband doesn't drop the soap in prison."
"NOOOOO! Please don't dial! I didn't know it was you. I'm sorry!" Rebecca rushed out the door and grabbed Matt by the shoulders.
"I don't know Mrs. Miller. I asked you an innocent question and you slapped my face, and told me to go home, so goodbye Mrs. Miller." Matt said turning and walking away from Mrs. Miller.
"Please don't! I'll do anything you want! That's what I was told you wanted. Please... I just want my husband to come home safe!" Rebecca pleaded. Rebecca was growing desperate as Matt kept walking home and he put his cel phone to his ear. She swallowed her pride, and she screamed out, "I'll do anything!"
"You'll do anything, Huh?" Matt said. He turned around, closed his phone, and smiled. He could not believe his plan actually worked. He walked back towards Mrs. Miller and thought about everything he ever dreamed of doing to Mrs. Miller, and if everything went right he would end up owning her.
"Yes, but please tell me why Matt. Why do you want to do this to my family... to me? I'm a close friend of your mother. I babysat you when you were little. I thought we were friends." Rebecca said. She was thankful Matt closed the cel phone.
"OK, I'll answer your question after you answer mine. I've always wondered, how big are your tits Mrs. Miller?" He said looking directly at her breasts.
'I wear... Uhm... Please don't do this to me Matt. Please just let my husband come home. Please I'm begging you Matt. Money! I can give you some money, and we can forget this ever happened."
"Mrs. Miller, do you think I'm going to help you, without sampling some of the things your husband promised me? Do you Mrs. Miller? He said, I would be very pleased when I saw you naked, and he also said you were spectacular in bed. Mrs. Miller, he even gave me pointers on where and how you liked to be touched. We talked about your honeymoon, and your fantasies. Do you know the things lawyer Stan suggested I do to you? Some of his ideas made me sick, but I still want to try them with you."
"Please Matt..." Rebecca whispered defeated. She was shocked her husband would betray her like that, but she did agree to do this to keep him out of jail. Rebecca was confused. She never expected anyone she knew to show up on her doorstep, let alone her best friend's son. Rebecca shivered at the prospects of what the day would entail, and wondered how would she face her friend after today.
"Lawyer Stan said if you complained or hesitated to follow directions during our time together to call him, and he'd take your husband straight to the police. So I'll ask you one last time. How big are your tits?" Matt said leering at Rebecca's tits.
"I'm a 36D." She was disgusted that she had to answer.
"See Mrs. Miller, that wasn't too bad now was it. Smile." Matt pulled out his camera and took a picture of her face, and then took a close-up picture of her tits, and said, "Mrs. Miller, I need you take a deep breath, and really push out your tits. Of all my mother's friends I've always liked your tits the best. Mrs. Miller, did you know every time you came to visit my mom I spent the night staring down your blouse or up your skirt. Did you know I had to beat off every time you wore your yellow bikini? Oh how I loved the way your nipples pushed against the yellow fabric whenever you climbed out of the pool. Hell, I'm starting to sport wood just thinking about your yellow bikini."
Matt could see his comments were humiliating Mrs. Miller, and he reached down and rubbed his growing erection. He loved the way she blushed, and adverted her eyes from his groin. He remembered all the times he spent trying to look down her blouse or up her skirt over the years, but today he could do anything he wanted, and he wanted to humiliate her first. Matt never talked or acted rude around a woman before, and it excited him. He watched as the humiliation crossed Rebecca's face and he continued to stroke his cock, and said, "Mrs. Miller, turn around so I can look at your sweat ass, and those fine long legs." Matt watched her face tighten, and he almost came when she turned around. The moment was so erotic because he knew in that second she was his to do with as he pleased.
Rebecca struggled with her emotions. She wanted to scream at him this is no way to act or talk to a grown woman, but got a hold of herself, and turned around without saying anything, but when Matt told her to touch her toes she bit her lip, and hated herself when she bent over. She felt humiliated, and blushed when she bent over and felt her short skirt ride up the backs of her thighs, but continued until she touched her toes, and thought, "I'm doing this to save my family." Rebecca stayed bent over, and waited in silence for his rude comments to start.
"Hey Mrs. Miller, you've got a smokin ass. Did you know that if your skirt was an inch shorter, or if I leaned over just a bit I'd be able to see your panties? Stand up. I wonder if your husband was lying to me when he said you looked great naked. I can't believe my luck today. Turn around I want to look at your big tits again. Hell, yesterday I had to behave like a gentleman, and had to sneak sideways looks at your big juicy tits. Not today. This is so cool! Take a deep Breath Mrs. Miller. Yes! You do have the best tits of all my mother's friends. Damn, Mrs. Miller you have a great set of tits." Matt waited and watched her blush a little deeper, and he could see she was struggling to remain calm, and he almost laughed out loud when he said, "Mrs. Miller I said, you have a great set of tits. That was a complement. Didn't your mother teach you to say thank you? Now take another deep breath, push those meat melons out, and say thanks Matt for complimenting my big tits.
Rebecca was having a hard time listening to this neighborhood teen while he took pictures of her body, but she kept thinking, "I have to do this to save my husband. It will be over soon. I can survive this." She hesitated as long as she could, but in the end knew she had no choice. Rebecca took a deep breath, and she blushed as her tight sweater molded itself across her tits, and was horrified when she noticed her hard nipples could clearly be seen. She was humiliated she had to push out her chest, and loathed answering him, but anything to save her family, and said, "Thank you Matt, for complimenting my breasts."
"No! Do it right. I really want you to push your tits out, and I mean way out. You're pissing me off Mrs. Miller. I want these pictures to document our day together. I don't want any sad faces in them, so push your tits out, and put a smile on your face."
Rebecca was mad at her friend for raising such a rude son, and with every second she was becoming more agitated, and fought not to break down and cry. Rebecca was concerned, because he was making her degrade herself, and she knew deep down it would only get worse, and there was nothing she could do about it, but she could not explain why her nipples were so hard. She took another deep breath, and pushed her chest out farther than the last time, and with all the humiliation she was feeling she said, "Thank you Matt for complementing my big tits."
"God, Mrs. Miller that was great. Damn, you have a sweet body. I loved the way your shirt stretched across your big tits, and the way your hard nipples were poking out from under your shirt. Oh man that was so great. Do it again! But this time lean forward, so I can see down your shirt. Yea, that's it. Damn baby push those tits out. Come on, don't be shy, and bend over some more. Fuck this! I can't see anything. Hold your shirt open or something." Matt watched as Rebecca leaned over, took another deep breath. He was getting ready to yell at her when she arched her back, and took her right index finger and pulled her sweater away from her body, and this time he could clearly see her entire bra. Matt said, "Nice tits Mrs. Miller, now hold that pose while I take your picture showing me your bra. Look here, and smile. Now I want you to straighten up, and cup both of your tits. That's great; now smile. Now lean back, and really arch your back, and make sure you push your tits out." He watched the sweater stretch tightly across her tits again, and said, "I think you like this Mrs. Miller. Look at how hard your nipples are. I bet your little panties are wet because you really do like doing everything I say."
Rebecca felt her eyes start to tear up, and she quickly blinked back the tears. She was frightened by his words because she could feel her nipples were rock hard, and her panties were beginning to get damp. Rebecca was never so humiliated as when she had to maneuver around to allow this creep to take pictures down her sweater, and from different angles while she smiled like a bimbo, but deep inside she was worried her body seemed to like Matt's treatment of her, and she grew increasingly aroused while she posed for his pictures, and posed like it was her idea. Rebecca closed her eyes, and tried to forget she was outside on her deck and posed for pictures she would never let her husband take. Rebecca took another deep breath, and at the same time she pulled on her hard nipples when Matt told her to. She prayed Matt did not hear her quiet moan.
Mrs. Miller, could you please lift up your sweater so I can take another picture? You body seems to like me taking pictures of you today, but remember anytime you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask, and I will immediately leave your home. I will have to call lawyer Stan, but I will leave." Matt knew she would never tell him to leave, and he could just tell her to do it, but he wanted her to humiliate herself.
"Please Matt, don't do this to me outside. Please let's go inside. I promised, I would do whatever it took to get my husband home, and I will, but please... you have to let me go inside. Please... My neighbors will see. Please Matt..." She was worried about her neighbors, and didn't want them to see she was acting like a slut for a neighborhood kid.
"Mrs. Miller, I know you want to lift up your sweater. Don't try to deny it. I can tell you want to obey me, so just ask me Mrs. Miller, and I bet your cunt is getting wetter just thinking about showing me your tits, and you know I can see your desire to please me. Look at your nipples Mrs. Miller; they're hard as diamonds. Ask me Mrs. Miller, you know you want to."
"For god's sake, please let's go inside first." Rebecca pleaded. She wanted to shout you're wrong, but her clit throbbed for his attention, and she hated the fact she was actually aroused by this boy's crudeness.
"Mrs. Miller, I'll make it easy on you. I'll give you a choice. You can either ask me to go home, or you can ask me if you can pull up your shirt and show the neighborhood your bra."
Rebecca blushed because she thought Matt was right about her, and clenched her thighs tightly together. Rebecca fought not to moan because it felt so good, and shuffled her feet unconsciously when she thought about how Matt would use her today, and almost reached out and cupped her breasts. Rebecca was quietly hoping, but as she looked into his eyes she knew there was no hope, and she swallowed her pride, and said reluctantly, "Please... Can... Can I... S... show the... the... Show the neighbors my bra Matt?"
"Absolutely Mrs. Miller." Matt saw a change in Rebecca like she had a willingness to obey, and he almost laughed at her when he saw she shifted her feet like she had to pee.
Rebecca felt the first tears start to fall down her lovely face as she untucked her copper colored knit sweater from her skirt. She slowly pulled up her sweater, hoping he would change his mind, but as she got the sweater to just under her bra she quickly raised the sweater, and showed her white silk bra just for a second, and quickly pulled it back down. She was humiliated, as she looked around her backyard at all her neighbors' houses. She prayed no neighbors were looking out their windows to see she acted like a slut for a boy half her age.
"Mrs. Miller that was way too quick. I'll tell you when I'm done taking pictures of your bra. Pull your shirt back up, and I bet your pussy got wet when you lifted your sweater. Didn't it? Show me your fun bags Mrs. M."
"Please Matt let's go inside. I'll do whatever you want inside. I just want to keep my family together, and my husband out of jail." Rebecca fought her body, but every time Matt commented on her body in a crass way she felt a ripple of pleasure, and she could not bear she might have to lift her skirt because she was afraid he would notice the large wet spot on her panties.
"Mrs. Miller, you know your body is screaming for you to obey me, so just do it, willingly, but remember in the end you will do as I say or..." Matt points to the backpack.
Rebecca knew the unsaid threat, and reluctantly pulled up her sweater. "Higher" Matt said. She was uneasy as she pulled up her sweater up over her white bra. She could not believe she was standing outside on her deck with her white bra on display to anyone that cared to look at her. She shivered as she heard the camera taking pictures, but not in fear, but in lust. She worried what Matt would do with the pictures, and worse that he might show them to his friends, but as she thought of all Matt's friends beating off to naked pictures of her, and a giant ripple of pleasure racked her body. Rebecca fought her body's arousal, but felt she was losing control, and felt another deep ripple of pleasure course through her body when she imagined she was standing in front of Matt's friends naked, and they all had their hard cocks in their hands, and were going to make her do nasty things for them.
"Mrs. Miller, take another deep breath, and really thrust them babies out for the camera. Show the camera how good your tits look." Matt loved having a beautiful grown woman at his command. "Lick your lips, and smile." He took a few more pictures before he said, "OK, you can lower your sweater." He watched Mrs. Miller fix her sweater, and could tell she thought he was done with her, and he waited for a couple seconds to build the tension, and then said, "Mrs. Miller, do you want to pull your skirt up, and show the neighbors the color of your panties? I wonder; would lifting your skirt outside for a kid you babysat make your cunt any wetter? Let's see Mrs. Miller. Ask me to let you show me your wet panties, and then we'll go inside like you asked, and you can get completely naked for me. That's what you wanted from the start. It's almost time Mrs. Miller."
Rebecca almost screamed out loud, but she got a hold of herself, and only thought. "NO! You Bastard, I do not want to show you my panties! And they are NOT wet! Well... not really. Nor do I want to get naked for you, or even let you inside my house. I'm a respectable mother, or at least I was until you made me do this stuff." Rebecca knew he just wanted to humiliate her some more, but she could not believe it would affect her like this but said, "Yes Matt. I want to go inside, and complete our photo shoot. Can I pull up my skirt?"
"Well if you really want to. OK, you can lift your skirt now."
Rebecca bent down, and grabbed the hem of her skirt, and just pulled up her skirt. She had the skirt above mid-thigh, when Matt yelled, "Slow down! Damn we have all day. I want you to tease me, and raise it a little at a time while I document the first time I get to see your panties. I should have known a slut like you would be in a rush to show the world her wet panties. Damn you're a stupid bitch. Now drop your skirt and start over."
Rebecca lost control, and started to cry. She wiped the tears off her face with the back of her left hand, but could not stop crying, and this made it worse because she felt like a little girl again. She felt powerless, but so alive as did Matt's bidding, and prayed she could survive this day to get her husband home. Rebecca was shocked by Matt's accusation she was a slut. Rebecca never cheated on her husband, nor had she ever slept with anyone but her husband. Until a few minutes ago she never had any impure thoughts about any man except her husband. She loved her husband dearly, but she secretly wished Matt would take her inside, use her hard, and make her cum like the slut he called her. She was a little worried by Matt's sudden change, and she tried to come to terms with her growing arousal. She wondered what she did wrong in her life to deserve this when she dropped her skirt, and this time slowly pulled it up and inch at a time, and waited until she heard his camera click, and she would pull it up another inch.
Matt was hard as a rock as he watched Mrs. Miller slowly raised her skirt. He dreamed of this, but in all his dreams it was nothing compared to the real thing. Matt could only stand there and stare at how sexy she looked standing there crying on her back deck holding her skirt above her waist, showing the world her white silky bikini panties. Matt took all kinds of pictures, and said, "Well I'll be. Why you little slut, look at that wet spot on your panties. I knew it. Don't move. I need a picture of that wet spot." He knelt down, and looked up at Rebecca, and smiled as she adverted her eyes as he took close-up pictures of her panties, and said, "Spread your legs Mrs. Miller, I want a nice clear picture of your wet panties." Matt stood up, and walked around her, and reached out and grabbed her ass. He felt her body jerk like she wanted to get out of the way, but she just wearily sighed, and stood there with her skirt still showing the world her panties, and let him fondle her ass. Matt liked the feel of her ass covered by silky panties, and then caressed her ass with both hands, and after a couple minutes he slid his hand under her panties, and felt her naked ass. Matt pulled his hands out of her panties, and reached around and took both of her tits in his hands, and fondled her tits. He could not believe she leaned back, and let her head rest on his shoulder, and ground her ass on his hard cock while he fondled her tits, and she let out a couple loud moans. Matt hated to stop, but he would cum if he didn't move, and he stood beside Rebecca, and pushed his right hand inside her panties and cupped her ass, and guided her to the backdoor.
Rebecca led the way into the living room, and stood directly in front of Matt's chair. She was nervous, because she knew after he fondled her he would do more, and yet she could not believe she let him touch her like only her husband should, and was humiliated she liked it so much. Rebecca was grateful but also disappointed because he quit touching her, and as she stood there in front of Matt, she watched his eyes as they traveled slowly up and down her body. She watched in fear as Matt unbuckled and then unzipped his pants. She watched his white briefs come into view, and felt a ripple of pleasure in her body as she watched him push his pants down. She swallowed nervously, and wondered what Matt would really do to her today, and secretly hoped it was something nasty. She looked at the clock on the TV, and it was only 9:30A.M., and dusk was a long way away.
"Kneel down Mrs. Miller. A slut like you should know what to do." He watched Mrs. M. kneel on the floor, and she took his cock out of his underwear, and hesitantly brought to her mouth. "Use that proper mouth of yours and suck my cock you slut. Take in inside your mouth, and work that tongue baby." Matt was in heaven, although Mrs. Miller was not putting much effort into this blowjob, it was enough just to have his cock inside her mouth at all. Matt grabbed the sides of her head, and speeded her up a little, "Suck me you bitch. Oh, fuck yea! Come on baby. Yea, that's the way, come on just a little more. I'm gonna cum. Swallow it." Matt pulled her head to his lap when he felt himself about to cum, and when he did it was deep within Rebecca's mouth. He held her head in place while he emptied his cock into her mouth until he heard her gagging, and let go of her, and the last couple shots of cum landed on her face. He grabbed his camera, and took a picture of her face with cum dripping down her left cheek. "Smile." And when she looked up he got a great shot of her face, and a string of cum from her mouth to his cock.
Rebecca was never used like a slut, and as much as she hated it, her body thrived on the excitement of Matt's control over her, and the crude way he talked send ripples of lust through her body. Rebecca looked down at the floor after he took his picture, and tried to discreetly wipe her face. She started to get up to the bathroom, but he said, "Don't move. Use your fingers to clean your face, and then lick them clean." Rebecca did as instructed, and waited kneeling on the floor to see what she would have to do next, and she secretly hoped Matt would use her, and take the itch from between her thighs.
"Mrs. Miller, why don't you sit down." Matt watched Rebecca back up, and sit on the sofa directly across from him. He stared directly at her legs, and tried to see up her skirt, and as he watched her, she soon smoothed her short skirt, and tried to pull it down to cover her thighs. He could tell she was nervous, and she crossed her legs. Matt leaned back in the chair and got comfortable, but his eyes never left her legs, and her eyes never left his limp cock.
Matt just sat there for a few minutes, and watched her, and then he tucked himself back into his pants, and took his video camera out of his backpack, and hooked it up to Mrs. Turner's big screen TV. He liked the idea of Mrs. Turner would be watching herself on her own TV. Matt hit the record button, and aimed the camera directly at Rebecca, but he wished he had thought of this a minute earlier so he could have watched himself later getting his first blowjob. He moved the camera until Mrs. Turner was framed on her TV, and then slowly panned the camera up and down her body. He would zoom in on her thighs, and tits.
Rebecca blushed when she saw her image on her TV. She felt like a slut, and pulled her short skirt down when the camera seemed to be focused on her thighs. She didn't like the way the camera seemed to be looking up her skirt, and Rebecca knew what was coming next, and sat there hoping she was wrong.
"Mrs. Miller? Do you know how many times I sat across from you, and tried to peek up your skirt? Hell, I never got a peek higher than your thighs, and it was always covered with pantyhose, but today your legs are naked, and all I have to do is ask. Mrs. Miller, turn sideways a little, and cross your legs the other way. Now show me some thigh. Yea Baby! I love your legs almost as much as your big tits. I could sit here all day, and look up your skirt, but I want you to uncross your legs, and spread your thighs so I can gaze on your panties for a while. Mrs. Miller, do you feel like a slut because you're sitting there with your legs spread open, and I can see up your skirt to your white panties? You're not a slut Mrs. Miller; you're MY slut. Come on; open your legs wide for me. That's not enough. I want you to open your knees until they touch the couch, and smile Mrs. Miller it's time to take more pictures.
Rebecca was confused by her body's reaction to Matt's obscene request to display herself in such a brazen manner, and yet she seemed to be drawn to her image on her big screen TV, Rebecca watched Matt play with the camera, and Rebecca looked at the TV, and blushed when she could see a close-up image of silky her white panties. She looked at that image that filled the TV screen, and she could see some stray blonde pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her panties, and she desperately wanted to close her legs, but sat there and looked at her image on TV. Rebecca hesitated, but pulled her panties to the side when Matt said to. She was drawn to the image of her vagina on the TV, and deeply blushed, but when ordered, Rebecca spread her vagina, and showed some pink.
"Stand up, and strip!" Matt watched, and took more pictures as she undressed. He watched as she pulled her copper colored sweater over her head, and dropped it on the couch.
Rebecca was nervous when she reached around, and unsnapped her skirt, and pushed it down over her hips. She felt dirty when she leaned over to pick up the skirt pooled at her feet. Rebecca was humiliated when Matt said, "Mrs. Miller, I love the way your tits move inside your bra. They jiggle just like Jell-O, and boy are your nipples hard. This rally turns you on, doesn't it? Soon Mrs. Miller. Soon." Rebecca closed her eyes when she leaned over, and picked up her skirt and shoes, and set both of them on the couch. Rebecca hesitated, and slipped the bra's shoulder straps off of her shoulders, and reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She took a deep breath, and could not believe how excited she was to be ordered to undress, and let her bra fall to the couch. She pushed her white panties down, and stepped out of them, and the panties were dropped on top of her clothing. Rebecca was shocked when Matt said, "Everything Mrs. Miller. The jewelry too."
Rebecca took off her earrings, and then her watch. She almost said "No. I won't take off my wedding rings." But she pulled off her wedding ring, and then her engagement ring, and Matt he held his hand out, and she dropped her wedding rings into his hand. She was nervous of what Matt might do with her rings, but she never expected Matt to dishonor her wedding vows.
Matt knelt on one knee, and slid Mrs. Miller's rings back onto her ring finger on her left hand, and said, "Will you be my older slut Rebecca? When I place this diamond wedding ring back on your finger you become my slut. There is it official you belong to me now." Matt kissed her hand after he placed the rings back, and as he looked up from his kneeling position he gazed up at her blonde cunt, and smelt her fragrant musty aroma, and said, "Damn, lady you got a sweet looking cunt. I have taste it. Sit to the edge of the couch, and give me a little taste of heaven." Matt grabbed the video camera and set it on the floor and aimed it directly up at Rebecca's cunt, and then he leaned in. He slowly licked the inside of Rebecca's left leg from her knee to her thighs, and then up across her stomach, and licked the lint out of here navel. He licked down across the inside of the right leg to her knee, and said, "I want you to watch the TV Mrs. Miller. Watch as the boy you once babysat licks your wet cunt, and makes you cum."
Rebecca tried to remain calm, and yet she was pleased he continued to talk to her like she was his slut. It was such a change to the way she was normally treated, and she moaned when she felt Matt lick up the length of her pussy. She gasped for breath when he circled her clit, and bucked her hips forward to get his tongue buried deeper in her cunt when she felt his tongue lose contact with her pussy. "No, don't stop. Lick me. YES! Right there. Oh Matt." Rebecca felt ever closer to climaxing, and watched the TV, and saw Matt licking her pussy, and she moaned loudly, "OH YESSSS..."
"Are you my slut Mrs. Miller?
Rebecca wanted to say no, but she felt him quickly flick her clit with his tongue, and then he slowly made circles around it, and Rebecca leaned her head back, and moaned out loud, "UNH... " and felt she was about to cum. She felt Matt's tongue started to slowly piston in and out, and when Matt stopped, she lost her battle, and said, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Oh God... please... don't... Don't tease me." Rebecca tried not to say she was a slut, but was losing the battle when Matt ever so slowly licked the length of her pussy. YES! I'm almost there." Rebecca was growing frustrated when Matt stopped licking her, and moaned, "Stop..." and felt him flick her clit, "YES!"
"You want me to stop?" Matt once again grazed her clit with his tongue, and moved back. "Yes, what."
"Damn you." Rebecca felt Matt slide two fingers inside her pussy, and pumped them quickly in and out, and she screamed, "YES! Unh... Ye...Yes. Oh God don't stop." Rebecca felt Matt remove his fingers, and she felt his tongue lick her clit, and she moaned, "I'm your slut. Yes, I'm your slut. Lick me right there. OHHHH YESSSS THERE! Do it Matt, make your slut cum. I'm so close. Please don't stop. That's it! Yes! Right there. Unh... unh... unh... NO! You can't stop. Yea that's it... OH YES! RIGHT THERE! I'm... I'm gonna.... UNH... MATT... I'M... I'M CUMMING!" Rebecca rocked her hips forward, and grabbed the back of Matt's head, and pulled his face hard into her cunt, and had one of the best orgasms in her life.
Rebecca sat on the couch, and caught her breath, and blushed as Matt took more picture of her. Rebecca was embarrassed when Matt said, "I want to watch you masturbate." Rebecca was humiliated to be asked to do something so private, but she slid her right hand down, and rubbed her cunt while Matt took pictures. "No! I want you to use your left hand. I want to watch your wedding ring; oops I mean your slut ring moving in and out of your cunt. Yeah, that's right. Now, use two fingers in that wet cunt. Look at the TV Mrs. Miller. Look how your diamond wedding ring glistens covered with your pussy juice. Now Mrs. Miller, I want you to lick your ring. Lick your cunt juice off of it, and make it sparkle." Matt was surprised she licked her ring, and he continued to take pictures of her spread on the couch.
"It's time to go to your bedroom, and have a little party."
Rebecca gasped when he quickly buried his hard cock deep inside her with one hard thrust. Rebecca tried to lay there unresponsive, but Rebecca soon felt ecstasy with each of Matt's hard thrusts. Rebecca's body was responding in a way it had not for many years. She felt herself breathing rapidly, and fought for breath when Matt started to fuck her hard and fast. Rebecca tried to shake her sweat-laden hair out of her face, but moaned when Matt picked up speed again. Rebecca was ashamed when she locked her feet around Matt's ass, and fucked him back with everything she had. Rebecca heard herself say, "Oh God Matt fuck me! Fuck me you stud! Unh yes. Harder! FUCK ME!" she wanted to weep with her betrayal to her husband, but Rebecca lost all concentration except for the pleasures that radiated from her pussy. Rebecca was grunting loudly with each hard stroke from Matt. Rebecca made the mistake of looking at the TV in her bedroom, and saw herself being fucked on the TV. Rebecca screamed at her image on the TV, "You Slut!" and felt deep shame, but had one of the best orgasms in her life. Matt was close behind her, and when Rebecca felt the hot spurts of Matt's cum being deposited deep within she climaxed hard again.
"God, you're a good fuck Mrs. Miller." Matt got his digital camera, and said, "Mrs. Miller, stay just like that, I like the way you're spread out. Damn you look good with your legs open, and your cunt leaking my cum. Smile, I'm going to take a couple pictures of your gooey pussy." Matt took a couple pictures of Rebecca lying there naked and spread on her bed, and then a couple close-up pictures of her cum covered pussy. Matt sat down on the bed, and said, "Now get over here and clean me." Matt never expected her to quickly respond, and liked the idea she was becoming accustomed to taking his orders. He was surprised this time Rebecca licked and sucked his cock with passion, and Matt felt himself get hard again. "That's right you slut, lick your pussy juice off my cock, and when it's clean I'm going to fuck your cunt again. Let's go to the shower."
Rebecca's pussy was a little sore from the pounding it had just received, but in a good way. She just stood inside her bathroom, and prayed she could forget this day ever happened. Rebecca felt their mixed juices drip down her thighs, and thought about how she'd just betrayed her husband on their own bed, and fought her lust filled thoughts about Matt when she watched Matt soaping his hard cock, and willingly entered the shower when Matt called her. She hoped Matt would make her cum like that again.
Matt soaped up his hands, stood behind Rebecca, and soaped her breasts. He rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, and then slid his soapy hands around Rebecca, and rubbed her toned ass. He ran his finger up and down the crack of her ass, and slowly worked his soapy finger into her ass, and ignored her complaints. Matt soaped up his cock, and pushed Rebecca against the shower wall, and tried to slip his cock into her ass. He felt Rebecca move, and he said harshly, "DON'T MOVE! I want to fuck you in the ass, and that's exactly what's going to happen. Just stand there, and behave." Matt felt her stiffen when his soapy cockhead entered her ass. He stopped, and let her ass adjust to the invasion, and he slowly started to push his cock forward.
"OH GOD NO! Why Matt? This is disgusting. Wait! It hurts please wait." Rebecca felt Matt slip his soaped hard cock an inch deeper into her ass, and grunted loudly when Matt slammed his cock home. "UNH GOD!" She felt all the breath leave her body, and she moaned when Matt stroked his cock in and out. Rebecca leaned on the shower wall for support, and then leaned over a little and pushed her ass out, and felt pleasure start in her pussy. Rebecca started to moan, "Yes, do it Matt. Do it. Fuck me in the ass. Oh Matt, this is so wrong, but... OH... MMMMaaatttt..." Rebecca grunted when Matt slapped her ass hard with his hand at the same time he fucked her ass, "YES! DO IT! Spank me. Make me cum." Rebecca took her right hand, and vigorously fingered her clit while Matt fucked her ass, and soon Rebecca was grunting loudly with each stroke. She listened to the sounds of her spanking ringing in the small shower, and Rebecca started fucking Matt back with everything she had. Matt cried out when he came deep within Rebecca's ass, and Rebecca was panting for breath when she climaxed as soon as she felt Matt's hot cum being deposited in her ass. Rebecca could not believe she liked getting it in the ass. All of these years she thought it was dirty, and hurt too much to try it, and as Rebecca leaned on the shower wall, and let the hot water cascade down her body while Matt caressed her tits, Rebecca closed her eyes and hoped Matt would do this to her again soon.
Matt left the shower, and went to her bedroom while Rebecca dried her hair, and put on fresh make-up. He looked through her dresser drawers, and saw her yellow bikini. Matt sat on the edge of her bed, and leaned back, and got comfortable. He watched Rebecca walk naked into her bedroom, and with fresh make-up on he thought she was the prettiest woman he knew. Matt tossed her the bikini, and said, "Put this on. We're going over to my house.
Rebecca was scared to be leaving her house, and wondered what would happen next. She felt a ripple of lust start in her pussy as she pulled on the bikini, and remembered what he said about this bikini. Rebecca stood quietly when Matt knelt in front of her, and rubbed her bikini bottoms into her cunt. Rebecca blushed the way her blonde pubic hair now peeked out both sides of the bottoms, and her slit was clearly outlined with the fabric pushed inside her. Rebecca followed Matt to her backdoor, and paused, and said, "Please Matt, I can't go outside like this."
"You're right Mrs. Miller. Let me fix your bikini." Matt walked over to the freezer, and got an ice cube, and pulled down her bikini top, and rubbed the ice across both nipples. Matt fixed the bikini top, but now Rebecca's nipples really stood out, and Matt reached down, and slid his finger across her slit, and started to lift up Rebecca. "There that's better. Let's go." Matt looked at her yellow bikini, and he almost laughed at how much hair was poking out of her bikini, and there was no doubt as to where her cunt was located, and her hard nipples poked out through the bikini top.
Rebecca felt a tremor run through her body at the prospect she would be virtually naked as she walked across her backyard. With every step to the back door Rebecca felt the bikini's material rub her cunt, and as she thought about how the neighbors might see her she started to get excited, but scared when she left her house to walk to her friend's house.
Rebecca sat in her shower and cried. She felt so stupid to fall for Matt's cruel trick. She remembered the three hours she spent at Matt's house naked, and all the vile things she willingly did. She could not believe that she actually helped Matt uploaded all the naked pictures of her to his computer. She watched their movie on his computer, and even joked at how sexy she looked having sex on her bed. Rebecca spent another hour posing for far more explicit pictures on Matt's bed, and she was happy, but a little sad when Matt told her it was time for her to go home. Rebecca spent a long sleepless night and tried to forget every vile thing she had done that day, but she could not forget the pleasure she had received from a man that was not her husband. She was having trouble coming to terms she now had a double life. In one life she was a respectable wife and mother, and in the other she was a total slut for an 18-year-old boy, and knew she would do anything to keep her husband from learning of her other life as a slut.
Rebecca climbed out of her morning shower, and dried off, put on a little more make-up than normal, and went to her bedroom. She found the dress Matt ordered her to wear, and was surprised because it was a very conservative sleeveless knee-length flowered sundress. Rebecca wore this dress to church in the springtime, but this was the first time she ever went without underwear. Rebecca tried to move without having her tits bouncing around, but without a bra it was hopeless, and the front of her sundress swayed with the smallest movement. She felt sick when she sat on the edge of her bed and remembered how Matt smiled yesterday when he said, "Rebecca, sit down, and before you go home there is something I need you to listen to." Matt walked to his computer and played an MP3 file.
Matt desperately wanted to possess Mrs. Miller, and jacked-off nightly to fantasies that Mrs. Miller would do anything he asked, but he knew deep down there was no way he would ever get to fuck her. Matt read stories, and thought about different ways to get the respectable Mrs. Miller into his bed, and then Matt thought about the perfect way. He knew she would do anything to protect her family, so Matt spent weeks at his computer, and played around with digital audio programs to mimic Mr. Miller voice. Matt then turned his fake speeches from Mr. Miller, and lawyer Stan into a couple MP3 files, but Matt spent the next two months and built up his courage. Matt never thought Mrs. Miller would really fall for his ruse, so he was careful, but when she cried out "Yes anything!" Matt felt his dreams would come true, and he would possess Mrs. Rebecca Miller.
Rebecca still sat on her bed, and remembered how she screamed, and slapped Matt when she realized the voice coming from Matt's computer was her husband's, and it was the exact phone conversation from this morning, "Please Becky, you have to help me! I've made a terrible mistake..." Rebecca heard her husband's voice, and knew right then Matt set this whole thing up just to get her into bed, Rebecca almost threw-up when she realized every vile thing she had done today to save her husband was nothing but a lie. Rebecca remembered how she grabbed Matt's robe off the floor, and as she struggled to put it on and run home Matt spoke, "You can go home Rebecca, but if you want to keep your husband, and the rest of your family from ever seeing these pictures or movies, you will wear the dress I left folded in the bottom of your closet, and leave your underwear in the drawer. I expect you naked under your dress Mrs. Miller when you come to visit tomorrow morning. You'd better be on your way here the second after your husband leaves for work. You're mine Mrs. Miller, and you will spend your days pleasing me, and the first time I have to wait for you to follow an order I will post your pictures on the net, and send then to our neighbors."
Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror, and blushed because with the sunlight shining through her thin sundress became transparent and without underwear she was a good as naked. Rebecca was humiliated as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and felt ill when she remembered what Matt said, "Tomorrow your obedience will be tested, so be prepared to please me in many different ways. I'll have a surprise waiting for you Mrs. Miller." Rebecca wanted to say she obeyed Matt's orders to save her family, but she knew she was going to Matt's house to have the sinful pleasures of yesterday, and felt the familiar tingle start in her vagina. Rebecca felt her nipples fully harden when she left her bedroom, and felt a damp heat start between her thighs as she walked through the kitchen. Rebecca hoped Matt would treat her like a slut, and make her do the most disgusting things, things she would never try with her husband. Rebecca paused at the backdoor, and slipped a finger under her dress and moaned as she fingered her clit, and with her other hand she pulled her hard nipples, but stopped well before she came.
Rebecca was scared of the unknown things Matt would make her do today, but had a smile on her face as she walked across the grass on her way to Matt's house.
The End?
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Assistant IV
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Joanne was having trouble concentrating at work lately, because she spent the day either looking at the door or waiting for the phone to ring. She shuffled the papers on her desk and jumped when the phone rang. She looked at the phone and hoped it was, and yet at the same time prayed it wasnt Sandra telling her it was time. By the third ring Joannes pussy started to come alive and her nipples almost fully hardened, and when she finally answered the phone, she wanted to scream in frustration because the call was work related. She returned to work and fumbled with her paperwork for another hour, and was pleasantly surprised when Wendy entered her office. She smiled at Wendy, but her smile slowly faded when she saw how provocatively Wendy was dressed. Joanne swallowed nervously when Wendy turned and locked the door. She hoped Wendy was here to take her to Sandra, but prayed she wouldnt have to follow Wendy back through the office dressed like that, and thought, Oh God no. There is no way I could ever do that. I know Id die from humiliation. How could you Wendy? Oh God, maybe Sandra will order me to follow Wendy back across the office almost naked? Why is she just standing there quietly looking at me? What does she want? SAY SOMETHING WENDY! Joanne was so scared she shook, but never took her eyes from Wendys remarkable figure, and as she looked at Wendys body she felt her nipples expand until they hurt. Joanne tried, but couldnt tear her eyes from Wendys abundant naked cleavage, and knew Sandra ordered Wendy to come to her office braless and with her shirt unbuttoned to the skirt. She stared at Wendys wide-open shirt and still could not believe Wendy walked across the office with her shirt open almost to her nipples. She could almost hear Wendys pleas and Sandras orders.
Joanne unconsciously squirmed in her chair at the thought she would have to do whatever Sandra said from now on, and wondered what it would be like to walk back to Wendys office with her shirt unbuttoned, and blushed when she felt her pussy start to drip. She could not tear her eyes from Wendys full round naked breasts, and could vividly recall the last time she saw Wendys long luscious nipples, and still remembered how Sandra ordered Wendy to strip in front of her. Joanne felt ill that she lusted after her friend and yet prayed Wendys shirt would open a half-inch so she could see Wendys hard nipples again. Joanne squirmed in her chair and felt so embarrassed her panties were wet, and shivered with lust and fear at what might happen next. She stared at Wendys lush body, and pondered why Wendy just stood there, and almost reached into her purse and got Wendys panties, but just sat there, and let her eyes roam across Wendys remarkable body, and cursed the damp aching need in her pussy. She let her right hand fall from the desk into her lap and slowly brought her hand to her crotch. She slid her chair forward to hide what she was about to do, and squeezed her vagina through her slacks. She fought not to moan, but could not control her body as it shook with unbridled lust. Joanne caressed her vagina and wondered if her friend knew what she was doing under her desk and wondered what color panties she wore today. Joanne remembered how she placed Wendys custy panties on her face, and breathed in Wendys wonderful scent. She stared at Wendys hips, and wondered if Wendys panties were as sheer and silky as the pair in her purse, and all Joanne could do was sit at her desk and watch her friend. She wanted to get out of her chair, and kneel before Wendy, lift up her friends skirt, and once again breathe in Wendys scent through her panties, but was too scared to move.
Joanne sat at her desk and swallowed nervously when Wendy removed her shirt, and gasped when Wendy reached down and slowly raised her skirt. Joanne tried to stop rubbing her vagina because she was humiliated to be openly masturbating in her office, but her growing lust controlled her actions, and she was powerless to stop her intimate caresses. She watched her friend as she ever so slowly raised her skirt another inch, and could not tear her eyes from Wendys perfect thighs as they came into view. Joanne shivered as Wendy continued to raise her skirt until it was just below her crotch. Joanne could not stop herself when she reached up with her left hand and cupped her breast. She pulled on her hard nipple and shivered with lust, and wanted to scream at Wendy to hurry up and show her her panties. Joanne sat there enthralled, but was not prepared when Wendy pulled up her skirt the last inch and she saw Wendy was without panties. Joanne sat at her desk and stared at her friends naked vagina, and could not believe how excited she got by just looking at another womans vagina. Joanne squeezed her pussy with her right hand, and worked her pants and panties into her vagina with her middle finger, and caressed her clit with her thumb. She stared at Wendys naked body and continued to masturbate at her desk, and was stunned when Wendy sank to her knees and crawled across her office. Joanne leaned forward in her chair, and watched her friends large breast wobble as she crawled slowly towards her. Joanne shivered in lust and could not stop herself from moaning out loud. She felt great shame when she speeded up her middle finger and rubbed her clit harder. She felt so ashamed when she felt her wetness now soaked through her pants, but nothing would make her stop until she climaxed. Joannes pussy throbbed in anticipation and her breath now came in short moaning pants, and as she rapidly approached her orgasm, she wondered what would happen next, but everything stopped when Wendy spoke, If you climax before youre allowed, Im going to punish you, and then leave. From now on you need permission to cum, and only Sandra can give it. Joanne groaned in despair as she tore her hand away from her vagina. Her need to climax was so strong, but her fear and need to obey Wendy was stronger.
Wendy was terrified when Sandra ordered her to come to Joannes office and seduce her friend, but now that she was here her body was on fire, and she thought, This must be what Sandra feels when she orders me around. Wendy felt her pussy throb with every beat of her heart, and after watching her friend masturbate Wendys body felt so alive, but felt humiliated when she followed Sandra's orders, and crawled around the side of Joannes desk. She knelt on the floor and looked into Joannes bright blue eyes and said, Sandra said I was not to touch you without first getting my panties back. She saw Joanne immediately reach into her purse, and had to save her friend and screamed, Wait! Weve been friends a long time Joanne, and Im sorry. Oh God Joanne Im so sorry youre involved with this, but please think about what youre getting yourself into. Sandra ordered me to come here. Ordered me Joanne. I have no will of my own and will do anything Sandra asks. Anything. Is that what you really want? She watched her close friend nod, and shook her head sadly.
Yes! Oh God yes Wendy. I need Joanne immediately said and felt humiliated at how eager she sounded.
Okay. Give me my panties, but beware; if you lay those panties in my hand you will belong to Sandra. This is your last chance to change you mind.
I I I have you panties in my purse. She tried to calm her feral thoughts, but her mind ran wild with the outlandish things she would have to do after she placed the pale panties in Wendys hand. Joanne shivered when she reached into her purse, and grabbed the silky panties. She rubbed the silky material between her fingers one last time, and was a little disappointed she would no longer have Wendys panties as a masturbation aid anymore. She knew her world was about to change as she placed the sheer panties into Wendys hand, and jumped when she felt Wendy roughly grab her knees, and sat there stunned as her friend pushed her legs open as wide as the chair would allow, and then poked her between the breast and pushed her back into the chair. Joanne let her head rest against the back of the chair and her body ached with lust as Wendy leaned forward and placed a hand on each knee, and then slowly slid her hands up her legs.
Youve made your choice, and I promise youll experience the same feelings as I do. Today is your first day as Sandras slave. She gave your body to me for the afternoon, and Im to train you on how to lick pussy, and I swear Ill make you cum like youve never experienced before, but youll have to obey to receive your pleasure. Wendy was humiliated because she couldnt wait until Joannes tongue was buried deep in her pussy, but remembered Sandras orders.
Wendy hated to delay and oh how she wanted Joanne on her knees licking her pussy, but she had to follow Sandras orders first, and only after that could she could use Joanne in any way she pleased and felt guilty about it. Wendy knew Sandra was training her, but could not figure out why, and as her lusty needs ran through her body she no longer cared why. She ran her fingers slowly up to Joannes thighs and caressed the tops of her legs, and could feel Joanne trebling. She kissed Joannes left knee, and then lightly bit her right knee, but never stopped caressing Joanne's inner thighs. She took her time and played with the tops of Joannes thighs, and moved her thumbs closer to Joannes pussy until she felt the legbands of her panties. She felt humiliated to be teasing her friend, and blushed because she liked how quickly Joanne moved her hips to get her to caress her. She felt a growing power and teased her friend unmercifully. Wendy teased Joanne for at least ten minutes and then finally slid her right hand between Joannes legs and squeezed. And as soon as she felt Joanne immediately begin to hump her hand, she squeezed even harder digging her long nails into her tender flesh. She used her middle finger and slid it rapidly across Joannes pussy, and used her palm to smash her clit flat, and was rewarded with loud moan from Joanne. She had Joanne moaning and breathing heavily and brought right to the brink, and quickly removed her hand from between her legs, and Wendy said, Stand up slut. It was time to test Joanne.
Im so close! I dont understand, what did I do wrong Wendy? Why are you being mean? Joannes body was going insane with lust and was seconds away from climaxing. She was scared she did something wrong and never expected her friend to call her names, and prayed she didnt leave her like this. She stood up, and thought, What happed and why did she stop touching me? Did I do something wrong, and what if she calls Sandra and complains? This is so humiliating. I cant take this. She stopped thinking when Wendy stood up, and sat on her desk and picked up her panties, and looked them over.
Wendy saw something weird in Joannes expression when she moved the panties, and then she turned the panties inside out she saw they had been washed, and then brought her panties to her nose and sniffed them and said, Did you wash these?
Y Ye Yes. Joanne said, and thought, Oh God, what if she asks me why? Id die from embarrassment if I have to tell her I wore them, and masturbated with them. Id never be able to tell her they reeked of pussy, and I was scared to have them in my purse. Please, please dont ask me about them.
Why, didnt you like the way my pussy smelled?
Joanne blushed and was humiliated when she suddenly blurted out what she did with the panties, Yes! Oh yes I did I do, love the way you smell. I so sorry I washed them, but I had to. Oh God Im sorry. Please I cant believe Im telling you this I do like the way you smell I placed them over my face I Uhm I even licked and breathed through your panties to enjoy your scent while I I used them to masturbate with. Please forgive me, but I had to wash them. I I I wore them and rubbed myself to climax again and again all night long until they smelled Please dont be mad, but I had to wash them Joanne pleaded, and was grateful when she was shushed and stopped her ramblings, and melted into Wendys arms.
Shhhh, its all right. Come here. Wendy said and gathered Joanne into her arms, and hugged her tight. She made sure her breasts were rubbing Joannes, and when she whispered in her ear she pulled her friend tight against her, Im shocked by your confession, and I cant believe you really wore my panties, and did you really put them on your face and suck out my pussy juice? She felt Joanne nod and leaned down and licked her ear. Im wet Joanne. Im so wet from your words I can feel it sliding down my thighs. When youre trained Ill make you kneel and lick me. I have to show you how wet youve made me. I want you to watch me, but you have to promise me no touching or Sandra will punish us both.
Wendy remembered Sandras instructions and knew she was close to disobeying, but after hearing that weird confession she thought this might work better, so she stood up and unsnapped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of Joanne with her arms outstretched completely naked except for her heels and let Joanne devour her with her eyes, and then sat back down on the desk and leaned back until she was lying down in the middle of Joannes large desk, and then placed her feet on the desk and spread her feet. Wendy felt humiliated to be abusing her friend, but Sandras orders were clear, so she raised her head from the desk and gestured with her finger for Joanne to move closer. Come closer Joanne, and watch. I want to show you how wet youve made my pussy, and Ill bet you can even smell it, and maybe later if youre obedient Ill even let you touch it. Wendy slid her ass to the edge of the desk and pulled her knees to her chest, and motioned Joanne within six inches of her pussy. Give me you hands Joanne, and dont be scared, Ill be gentle. Wendy placed Joannes hands on her tits. She used her hands to move Joannes, and as soon as Joanne took over Wendy moved her hands to her vagina and opened herself up. I noticed you staring at my tits when I came in, but look at how wet my pussy is, and it is all because of you. Look. Can you see the drops clinging to my pubic hair?
Wendy slid a finger across her wet pussy lips, and showed the wet finger to Joanne. See this. Im wet because I can see you rubbing my panties across your face. In a few minutes I may let you actually use your tongue to lick me. Think about that. Youll be using your tongue to make another woman climax. Oh Joanne the way youre rubbing my tits is driving me insane, but let me show you how I really like to be touched. Dont be scared, youre doing perfectly, but I like my nipples pulled. Oh yes, thats right. Mmmm, now twist them. Thats it. Do it. Dont be timid twist em. Oh God just like that. I remember the first time I touched Sandra. Mmmm, That feels great Joanne. Yes, a little harder. Oh, I love how you touch me. Now, watch me when I slide these two fingers in and out of my wet cunt. Wendy held up two fingers on her right hand and moved them closer to Joannes mouth, and said, This is the way Im gonna let you use your fingers in my pussy a little later, and soon Im going to have you strip, and then Im going to lick your entire body. Wendy pushed her fingers in and out of Joannes mouth. Think about that Joanne. Youll be totally naked in your office with everyone right outside, and Im going to lick and tease your body until you cant take it anymore, and then Im going to tease your further, and when I finally give you permission to cum youre going to scream in ecstasy.
Joanne was in shock by the way Wendy talked, and could not believe she let Wendy shove her fingers inside her mouth. She never experienced anything so obscene, nor felt anything so exciting before. She could not believe her face was almost touching Wendys pussy, and even leaned a little closer so she could breathe in the wonderful scent emanating from Wendys pussy, but the most humiliating part was how excited she was to be touching Wendys breasts. She squeezed and caressed those marvelous breasts, and carefully watched Wendy masturbating a few inches from her nose. She could not tear her eyes from Wendys dripping pussy and the way it seemed to squeeze itself around her fingers and she listened to the slight squishing sounds it made as the fingers moved in and out. She felt an unnatural pull to lean forward and lick Wendy, but she was worried about what might happed if she did something she was told not to, so she just leaned there a few inches away and watched Wendy lifted her hips up off the desk and rotated her hips. Joanne shivered every time Wendys pubic hair brushed her chin, and she could not tear her eyes from the show that took place less than two inches away, and she watched helplessly as Wendy finger-fucked herself. Joanne heard Wendys pants and moans, and thought she would go insane with lust. She felt her pussy throb relentlessly with a burning need, and her entire body was now screaming for release, but all she could do was sit there and listen to her friend moan in lust, but she never stopped caressing those large breasts. Joanne was sweating and felt her panties were a soggy mess and almost came after witnessing Wendys prolonged climax, and prayed it would be her turn soon.
When Wendy climaxed it was hard and deep, and had to take a moment and catch her breath. She felt so alive, but guilty because she now had to train Joanne. She pushed Joanne back, stood up and stretched. She looked at Joanne, and could see she was right about her decision, and could see Joanne was flushed with excitement and said, Its time Joanne. Wendy saw fear and lust on Joannes face as she walked behind her. She set her hands on Joannes shoulders and casually kneaded them. Wendy reached around with her left arm and placed it just under Joannes breasts and pulled her tight against her, and with her right hand she slid it up Joannes neck, and ran her fingers through Joannes golden blonde locks. Wendy felt the silkiness of Joannes hair, and pulled Joannes head back until it rested on her shoulder. She leaned forward and nibbled on Joannes left ear, and quietly moaned, Mmmm youre so beautiful Joanne, and so soft. Ohhh You smell so pretty, and soon Joanne Im going to kneel between your thighs and eat you out. Mmmm I bet you taste so good. Wendy pulled her left hand up, and cupped Joannes right breasts. She caressed and fondled until Joanne moaned with each breath. Then she lightly smashed Joannes nipple, and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, but all the while she never stopped stroking Joannes hair or breathing little moans and complements into Joannes ear, and whispered, Oh, your tits feel so good Joanne. I cant wait any longer I have to feel you. Wendy slid her right hand down, and cupped Joannes crotch. She rubbed it a few times until she was sure Joanne was lost in her lusty needs, and then Wendy spun Joanne around, and kissed her softly on the lips. Wendy again kissed her but a little harder, and then she passionately kissed her friend. She continued to kiss Joanne, and soon she kissed her back with equal passion. She felt Joanne reach around her and hug her tight. Wendy moved both hands slowly down to Joannes spectacular ass and lightly rubbed her hands across it. Wendy was not in any hurry and took her time. She soon caressed an ass cheek with each hand and traced the legbands of Joannes panties with her middle fingers and moved them very slowly towards Joannes pussy and smiled when Joanne ached her hips to reach her fingers. Wendy moved her fingers ever so slowly forward until she finally touched Joannes pussy, and at the same time she pushed her tongue into Joannes mouth and kissed her friend with every ounce of passion she had. Wendy kissed and stroked her friend, and then very suddenly broke their kiss and said, I have to taste you, but first
Joanne was breathing hard and could not believe she could be this turned on. She had never felt anything so erotic in her entire life, and it took all her concentration just to stand upright and not to fall over. She looked Wendy in the eyes, and shivered while Wendy completely undressed her.
Joanne looked at the clock, and winced when she saw it was only 3:19A.M., and tried to forget the erotic dream that had just awakened her. Joanne was having a hard time coming to terms that her husband just left her for a younger woman, and with her growing obsession with Wendy and Sandra. She could not get these women out of her thoughts, and was a little worried how her normal hetero fantasies had changed overnight into her being a submissive lesbian. Joanne felt guilty of how easily she just submitted to Wendy and how they made love in her office. Joanne kicked off her sweat-soaked covers, pulled off her sleepshirt, and spread her legs as wide as she could. She blushed when she looked over to the open window, and wondered if someone could see her naked body spread on her bed. She thought about her neighbors and liked the idea they watched her while she rubbed her nipples. Joanne pulled hard on both of her nipples and moaned. She cupped her breasts, and ran her palms up and across her nipples, and loved the feelings as her nipples bent and then popped up between her fingers only to be bent over as the next finger slid across them. She spent the next few minutes and lightly caressed both tits.
Joanne took her time and caressed her nipples while she thought about Sandra, and how she ordered Wendy to come to her office yesterday. Joanne caressed and harshly twisted her left nipple, and lightly rubbed her left hand across her belly to just below her navel, and dreamed about how she called Sandra, and had to tell her every detail as she followed Wendys orders. Joanne licked her fingertips, and spread her saliva over both of her hard nipples, and thought about how wonderful and scary it felt the first time Wendy licked and sucked on her nipples. Joanne slowly slid her left hand down, and ran her fingers through her full silky bush. Joanne slowly circled her vagina and lightly caressed her inner thighs, and then touched her vagina exactly the way Wendy touched her for the first time. Joanne thought about how Wendy expertly licked her pussy and teased her, and how she begged Sandra over the phone to please let her cum, but Sandra told her it was not time yet.
Joanne teased her body just like Wendy did, and pretended she wasnt allowed to cum yet. Joanne rubbed one finger up across her pussy lips, and moaned out loud. She circled her clit, and then lightly flicked her hard bud and felt a large ripple of pleasure. Joanne caressed and teased her vagina until it was a sloppy mess and panted for every breath. She then took out her vibrator, and teased herself into a wild sexual state. She lightly rubbed the vibrator across her clit until the buzzing drove her crazy, and then she would have to stroke her light blonde pussy hair to calm down, and as she calmed down she ran her hand across her hard nipples. She continued to tease herself for another hour, and she was sure she would go insane if she did not cum, but she denied herself relief yet again, and stopped breathing. She knew if she moved in the slightest it would make her climax. She fought it as long as she could, and roughly grabbed her left tit, and squeezed it with all her might, and at the same time she stabbed the vibrator deep inside her pussy, and worked it in and out as fast a she could. Joanne still fought her bodys release, and her denial lasted less than a few seconds, and then she felt herself crest, the crest felt a giant wave that would swallow her whole. Joanne screamed out, and bucked her hips rapidly and fucked the vibrator back and worked the vibrator deeper and deeper with each stroke, and faster and faster her hands went, and when she finally climaxed Joanne passed out. She rolled over when she heard the alarm for work, and lay exhausted on her bed, and swore this was the last time she thought about those women when she masturbated. Joanne got up for her morning shower, and her resolve drifted away as she played her fingers across her vagina, and thought about Wendys tongue and climaxed hard, and wondered if her dreams would turn into nightmares. Joanne walked into her bedroom, and remembered she was not allowed to cum without permission, and got so scared she fell down. She worried about what Sandra would do when she learned she disobeyed, and then thought, What if she makes me strip naked, and then spanks me? This thought made her giddy with lust, and prayed Wendy would be there. Joanne felt funny every time she thought about Wendy, and tried to ignore the signs that she was falling in love with her.
Wendy had a long talk with her daughter, and hoped and prayed Terri would turn down the offer to be a model. Wendy tried to persuade Terri to go to collage, or maybe go take a yearlong trip to Europe, but in the end Terri chose the chance to be a fashion model, and Wendy ground her teeth at the thought her daughter would soon join her kneeling before Sandra. Wendy thought she had an idea on how to discourage her daughter, and went shopping. She knew she had to make her daughter embarrassed enough to give up her dream and smiled when she left the mall, but was scared because her deadline for the pictures were fast approaching.
Terri ran to her room with a big smile on her face, and she called her best friend Kimberly, and explained she was about to be a fashion model. She talked on the phone, and bragged how her mother was out shopping for new clothes to wear for her modeling book, and hung up when she heard her mother entered the house.
Wendy drove home from the mall, and thought about work yesterday, and even alone in her car she blushed when she remembered how she placed her daughters underwear into Sandras hand, and quickly tried to enter her office, but not before Sandra grabbed her breasts to check if she was wearing a bra. Very good Wendy, you left your bra at home, and I like that your nipples are hard. Does it excite you to bring me such a nice present? If I lift these panties to my nose will I smell your daughters sweet aroma?
Wendy was humiliated as she stood at Sandra's desk and let her assistant fondle her. She stood there quietly, and as much as she wanted to remain silent, something pulled an answer out of her, and she said, No miss O'Donnell, the panties are clean. Wendy stifled another moan when Sandra twisted her left nipple, and then returned to caressing her left tit. Wendy closed her eyes, and tried not to look at her daughters underwear in Sandra's other hand, but Wendy could not look away when Sandra folded her daughters panties inside out, and sniffed the crotch. Wendy never felt anything so degrading as when Sandra placed her daughters yellow panties over her nose and mouth. Wendy tried not to breath, but thought something must be wrong with her when she lightly sniffed the white cotton gusset to catch a whiff of her daughter. Wendy felt her face burn with humiliation when Sandra spoke.
Thats right Wendy breath in. You know you want to, so just do it. If you breathe in a little harder you can smell the fabric, but thats not what you want to smell is it? I will punish you today, so the next time you bring me a present youll make sure you can smell some pussy on them first. Open up Wendy. Sandra used her index finger and pushed the pale yellow panties into Wendys mouth, and continued and rolled Wendys nipples between her fingers, and quietly laughed at how Wendy squirmed. Sandra thought about Wendys daughter, and wondered how much pressure she would have to put on Wendy before Wendy touched her daughter or let her touch Terri. Sandra could not wait until this weekend when she had Wendy, Joanne, and Terri at her disposal. She had such plans for these three women. Sandra continued to stroke Wendys soft tits and pushed the last of the panties into Wendys mouth. Sandra stopped her caresses, and unbuttoned the buttons of Wendys shirt. She leaned forward and licked Wendys abundant cleavage. She then licked up Wendys neck, and kissed her full mouth. Sandra ran her tongue slowly across Wendys lips, and circled her mouth. Sandra whispered orders in Wendys ear, You will go to Joannes office, and this is exactly what you will do. Wendy was not sure how she would accomplish this task as she walked nervously out into the hallway.
Wendy remembered later that same day while sat at her desk and had just finished her afternoon reports when Sandra called and said, Wendy take off your skirt and panties, and sit on top of your desk facing the door. I want you to keep your legs open, play with your pussy, but do not cum. Just sit there and stroke your cunt, and I will be along shortly. Wendy blushed when she stood up, and unzipped her skirt, and pushed it down. She stepped out of it, and neatly folded it, and placed it in the bottom drawer. Wendy felt her panties start to get wet at the prospect of sitting on her desk naked from the waist down. She pushed down her panties, and folded them, and placed them on top of her skirt, and shut the drawer. Wendy walked around her desk and sat down on top of her cold desk, and spread her legs wide, and stifled a moan when she touched her clit, and even though she was worried someday her secret life might be exposed, she took her time and lightly rubbed her pussy. Wendy felt the seconds pass like hours, and was humiliated to be naked, but she felt so alive when she remembered her morning with Joanne. Wendy stroked her vagina and thought about how just outside her closed-door was her coworkers, and at any second her door might open and she would be caught. She stroked her finger in and out slowly, and tried to breath very quietly. Wendy felt like such a slut, and was humiliated every time she looked at the door. Wendy caressed her breasts with her left hand, and pulled her nipples, and at the same time her right index finger rubbed her clit. Wendy closed her eyes, and leaned back. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm, and desperately wanted to cum. She sighed when she had to stop her caresses or climax, but in another minute she moaned quietly when she ran a finger the length of her pussy, and jumped and almost fell off her desk when the door opened quickly, and was relieved it was only Sandra.
Sandra was very pleased with todays developments. She listened over the phone and loved how quickly Joanne bent to following orders, any orders. She was pleased at how Wendy took some initiative and brought Joanne along faster by masturbating directly in her face, but knew she had to discipline Wendy for disobeying orders by climaxing before Joanne. Sandra could not stop thinking about this weekend, and how she could now really start to play with her toys. She left Wendy alone for most of the afternoon before she called her to undress. Sandra let Wendy play with herself for about ten minutes or so before she entered Wendys office, and laughed at how high Wendy jumped when she opened the door. She walked up to Wendy and pointed to the large wet spot on the desk and said, Clean your desk. She watched Wendy blush as she leaned over and licked up her vaginal fluids from the top of her desk, and then she handed Terris panties to her and said, Put these on. Sandra unbuttoned Wendys blouse and dropped it on the floor. Sandra knew exactly how Wendy liked to be touched, and used firm rough caresses. She twisted Wendys nipples, and slid her hand down Wendys stomach. Sandra kissed Wendy hard and passionately, and reached down and let her right hand and cupped Wendys pussy. Sandra rubbed her fingers back and forth across Wendys borrowed panties, and pushed them deep into Wendys vagina. Sandra stroked and teased Wendy until she was begging for release. Sandra knelt on the floor and pulled Wendys panties down, and looked up at Wendy, and saw her eyes were closed. Sandra had an idea while licked and teased Wendy to orgasm. Sandra stood up, and immediately pushed Wendy to her knees, and spent the next ten minutes with her legs open and Wendys tongue buried in her pussy.
Wendy pulled into her driveway, and was scared when she remembered what Sandra said just before she made her climax, Does this feel good mommy? Do you like your baby girl licking your wet nasty pussy, and soon mommy your baby girl will make you cum all over her pretty face. Wendy blushed when she remembered how she hard she climaxed when she thought it was her daughter that licked her pussy, and then when it was her turn to lick, Sandra continued to taunt her, Thats right baby, lick mommys wet pussy. Oh Terri, your tongue feels so nice in mommys cunt. Mmmm baby just like that and youll make mommy cum. Wendy was now terrified she might make a pass at her daughter while she took pictures, and to her great shame, and for the first time in her life she wondered what it would be like to make love with her daughter. Wendy knew Sandra would not be happy if she didnt take pictures of her daughter, but how could she face her baby with these disgusting thoughts in her head.
Wendy walked into her house, and went upstairs to Terris room. She knocked on the door, and prayed her daughter was out, but when her daughter called out to her, Wendy grew increasingly agitated. She entered her daughters bedroom and said, Ill take some pictures to warm up while you get undressed, and after youre naked put this on.
Terri had never really posed for anything except her prom and senior pictures, and was nervous about being photographed in her underwear, and could not help but be scared about what her mother called revealing shots. Terri rushed over and picked up the lingerie that her mother had just set on her bed, and blushed, and wondered what else was in the Victoria Secrets bag. She just looked at the light sky blue panties and matching bra lying on her bed, and was shocked because they were transparent and she could see her the pattern on her comforter showed through the thin material. She picked up the panties and held them up in front of her face, and she swallowed nervously when she could clearly see her mother and had to lick her lips to talk, Momma, these will show everything! I cant let you take pictures of me wearing this.
What did you think youd be modeling when I asked if you wanted to be a lingerie model? Im sorry baby, but if you want to be a model youll have to get used to wearing whatever they tell you to wear. Now be a good girl, put on the blue underwear and smile for your pictures. Wendy snapped a picture of her daughter wearing jeans and a blue tank top. Go over by the foot of the bed, and Ill take your picture while you undress. Dont be shy baby; you know when your modeling professionally therell be a room full of people to watch and help you change clothes. She watched her daughter walk to the foot of her bed, and tried not to anticipate how her daughter was about to get naked, but got nervous when she felt her blood start to pound in her body and quickly thought. No, I will not think about my daughter like that. but her nipples were on the verge of becoming erect, and at any second her vagina would start to seep, and wondered why it was so hot in this room. She had to end this now because she could not take the chance she might make a pass at her daughter and said, Now, if youve changed your mind Ill call Sandra and tell her it is not for you. Wendy prayed this would end here, but her daughters answer dashed all her hopes about ending this easily.
No momma, this is my dream, and Ill do what ever it takes to succeed. Terri was scared, but couldnt let her mother think she was still a little girl, and was thankful it was her mother that took the pictures. She blushed when she looked at the blue panties again, and wondered where she would get the guts to actually put it on in front of someone. Terri thought about what her mother said, and wondered what it would be like to stand in a crowed room and let a stranger adjust her underwear.
Its you choice, but any time you want to stop just let me know and Ill call Sandra. Wendy snapped another picture, and said, Ive bought several different outfits, and this one covers the most skin, but wait until you see the white garter set. Its outrageous, and Im glad I dont have to wear it. And she was telling the truth, and prayed Sandra never ordered her to wear lingerie like that to work. She continued taking pictures, and kept thinking, I have nothing to worry about. Im a good parent, and will not make a pass at my daughter. She wiped the sweat off of her temples, and shivered when a drop of sweat rolled down between her breasts and her nipples started to ache for attention. She shifted her feet and wished Sandra had never played those cruel word games at work, but nothing would erase those disgusting images of her daughter licking her to climax. She shivered when Terri dropped the panties on the bed and prepared to undress and thought, This is wrong! A mother does not think of her baby this way. She felt embarrassed and humiliated as these thoughts ran through her mind, and with each innocent pose the lust grew in her body grew until it threatened to overwhelm her.
Terri was not prepared for the constant flash from the camera, and posed in her clothing for a few pictures to delay the inevitable. She felt weird that she was about to get undressed and let her mother take pictures of her in her underwear. She turned her back when she pulled off her shirt, and kept thinking about what her mother meant about outrageous, because if the blue set was tame what would the white set be like. She imagined the worse and thought it must be a crotchless thong. Terri was embarrassed when she pulled off her shirt and the flash from the camera went off again as she stood at the foot of her bed wearing only her bra and jeans. She knew she should drop her shirt to the floor, but couldnt turn and face her mother and the camera, so she stood facing the wall holding her shirt against her chest.
Now Terri, I know youre embarrassed, but I have to take test shots, and I dont have all day. I need pictures of you in your bra and panties, and at this rate well be here all night. Fine. If youre too embarrassed to do this in front of me, maybe we should stop right now. Im doing this to help you be a lingerie model, and Im getting tired of coaxing you, and Im about ready to quit. Maybe youd feel better about modeling your underwear for your father, and if you do, Ill go get him and he can takes these pictures.
NO! He cant see me in this. Terri looked at the blue panties on the bed, and shivered at the prospect of her father seeing her in that underwear. She was worried her mother might make good on her threat, and knew there was no way she could ever wear something so revealing in front of a man. Terri was having doubts and thought, Maybe, Im not cut out to be a lingerie model, and should
Drop that shirt this instant young lady, and turn around. Wendy shivered when her daughter immediately dropped her shirt and turned around. She felt her chest start to flush as her nipples fully hardened and as much as she wanted to, she couldnt look away from her daughters full breasts. There was something weird and exciting about seeing her daughter standing in front of her in jeans and hiding her bra with her hands, but what scared Wendy was when she firmly said, Drop your hands, and smile. were her thoughts of controlling Joanne as her daughter quickly dropped her hands at her command. She worried about how much she enjoyed the power over Joanne, and might like ordering her daughter around.
Terri felt humiliated as she dropped her hands, and winced when the flash from the camera went off. She noticed a change in her mothers usual quiet demeanor, and was worried when her mother ordered her to unzip her pants, pull open the flap, and show the camera her choice of panties. Terri couldnt find the courage to disobey her mother, and did as she was ordered to. She shivered with humiliation under her mothers intense glare, and felt embarrassed when she had to spread her feet shoulder width apart with her jeans pushed down around her knees and let her mother take pictures of her forest green nylon bikinis. Terri removed her pants, and almost had a heart attack at the way her mother looked at her. She expected this type of leer from a man, and this look was definitely not a look a mother should give her child. She stood there trying not to cover herself with her arms, but when her mother walked over and touched her breast, Momma? Dont she immediately pushed her mother away from the unexpected touch.
Wendy stared at Terri, and drank in her lush figure. She watched her daughters full breasts rise and fall with every breath, and loved how the white bra cradled those lovely globes, and as she drank in her daughters shapely 36C-23-25 figure she couldnt control herself and felt humiliated when she realized she had moved forward, reached up, and cupped her daughters right breast and gave it a light squeeze, but when her daughter pushed her, she snapped back into reality and felt like a dirty pervert and then slapped her daughter out of shame and embarrassment and screamed, HOW DARE YOU! What did you think I was doing? Feeling up my daughter? Youre disgusting! You really thought I was doing something dirty. I was merely adjusting your bra for the next picture. Youre sick! IM YOUR MOTHER! Im not sure I can be in the same room with you when you have sick perverted thoughts when someone is just helping you. Wendy tossed the camera on the bed and listened to her daughters apologies, and fought the idea her daughter might let her get away with anything now. She tried to control her raging lust, but it was now more difficult since she had actually touched her daughters breast. She looked at her daughter and saw she was ripe for the picking, and wondered, I bet this was how I looked to Sandra when she took charge for the first time. I cant believe Im thinking about this, but I bet I could make Terri do anything now, and make her think it was her fault. She stifled a grown when she recalled how soft that tit was, and now wondered if she could control her lust with Terri begging for her forgiveness.
To be continued? Suggestions? Let me know at [email protected]
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My Dirty Incest Family
jeevan<[email protected]>
Friends recently I had interaction with a fan of mine
from Delhi and he wanted me to write about his family
incest. His name is Shekhar and I will write about his
family. His mom, Kamala is about 39 with plump body of
38 30-40 and of 5' 3" height. His sister Lata is
about 18 and is growing into a woman having nice body
figure of 35-26-36 and is a bit taller than his mom,
5' 4" she is in 12 th standard now and studying in
convent school. He has younger brother, Suresh who is
20 and in college. The father, Shiva is about 49 and
is in service. The family is very orthodox type and my
friend Shekhar always yearned after his mom. He had
seen her naked on few occasions and that made him lust
for her body.
He also saw his sister, taking bath in nude and that
too provoked him to lust after her too. The father is
a drunkard and comes home with high SPIRIT and takes
his dinner, just fucks the wife hurriedly and sleeps
like a log. Our hero, Shekhar always lusted after his
Mom and sis and wanted to fuck them both but due to
fear was not able to satisfy his lust on them. He used
to fondle his sister Lata in brotherly manner and
sometimes he succeeded in moving his hands over his
sister's virgin boobs and she never said anything
about this to anybody. So this was going on for many
days, months and he kept mum and resigned from fucking
the two females in the family.
One day in the night Shekhar got up to piss and as he
was passing from the bedroom of their parents, he saw
his brother, Suresh, peeping in with his hands on his
cock. He was astonished and went near him and looked
inside. There were his father and mother fucking. His
father seemed drunk and his mom, Kamala lay on the
floor with legs spread wide. The father had his cock
buried deep in his wife's choot (cunt) and was fucking
her fast as if he was in some hurry. The Mom, Kamala
was moaning loudly and shamelessly and was urging her
husband to fuck her nicely.
"Ohhh Chodo muze! Sale jorse chodo! Oohhhh! Main to
bhooki raha jati hu aur tum aapna pani chodke so jate
ho! Aaj meri choot ki pyas boozao. Chodo! Phado meri
choot ko!" the mom was uttering those very words.
Shiva was unable to control himself and he came in
short time and lay panting on Kamala. After spurting
his come inside his wife's choot, he dismounted her
and went to sleep. The frustrated Kamala was cursing
him and rubbing her own cunt.
"Sale! Pani chod diya aur so gaya! Aab meri choot kaun
chodega? Tera baap? Ohh sale harami! Muze pyasa hi
chod jata hai! Ohh meri Choot! Aaaahhhhhhhh! Sali
khujala rahi hai! Ohh mere bete! Ohhh Shekhar,
Suresh!Tum to chodo muze! Sale apna mota lund lekar so
jate hai! Aapne ma ka to khayal karo. Dekho meri choot
kaise phadphada rahi hai! Ohhhhhh chodo muze. Ohh
Suresh! Ohh Shekhar!Tumhare mote lund se tumhari ma
ko chodo! Ohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
And imaging that her sons were fucking her Kamala
masturbated with all her strength and came in short
time. Both the brothers looked at each other and saw
their cocks erect. Their mom was imaging their cocks
fucking her choot as she masturbated. Shekhar said to
Suresh, "come on brother I know what you were doing
and I heard our mother calling our names as she rubbed
her cunt. Ohh God! I wish my cock were fucking her. Do
you?"
"Yes Shekhar! I am watching this for last few days and
every day our mom sleeps unsatisfied with our fathers
fucking. She often calls our names and imagines that
we are fucking her. What do you think we should do?
Shall we fulfill our mother's desire and fuck her? OR
should we wait and keep quite."
"No Suresh! We have to do something about it. Ohh Your
cock is hard and big. Ohh its about 8 inches long. Ohh
longer than mine! I think lets fuck our mother right
in her bed room and NOW. Come on remove your clothes
and lets push us inside and fuck kamala. She seems to
be great slut, wanting to be fucked by her own sons!
Come on lets fuck mom!" And both the young sons
entered the bedroom of the parents. The father, Shiva
was snoring and kamala lay besides him with her hand
still on her cunt. The dim light showed everything of
her big fleshy cunt. She had nice bushy hair on her
choot and the it was real fleshy. The slit was longer
than the average and at the tip of the slit the
clitoris peeked out. It was about half an inch long
and looked like a small cock.
Both the brothers looked at the fleshy cunt and then
at the huge black boobs of their mother. The boobs
were loose, sagging but real big and fleshy. She had
big aureoles with big long nipples that looked like
shrunk grapes. Her face looked frustrated and it
seemed that she really needed a nice fuck. Their
father was lying on his back with his shrunk cock
looking like a small bud and both the brothers felt
pity of their mother. Shekhar lay beside his mother
and asked Suresh to join him. Suresh lay on the other
side of his mom and both the brothers took hold of
each breast of their mother. Their hands felt the
softness and they started to knead the flesh.
Their mom stirred in her light sleep and sensing the
pleasure moaned slightly and again closed her eyes.
Both the brothers were a bit afraid at this but
started their game again. Now Shekhar took one nipple
in his mouth and started to suckle on it while his
brother kneaded the same breast. This made both the
brothers real hot and they wanted more. Shekhar went
to his mother's cunt and placed his mouth on the
sticky cunt. Kamala stirred again and spread her legs
more. Shekhar pushed his tongue in his mom's choot and
started to taste the combined juices of the parents.
He pushed his tongue deep in his mom's choot and moved
it in and out. Kamala stirred again and this time
thrust her ass up to take more of her sons tongue in.
she was not aware it was her own son sucking her
pussy.
Suresh took her breast in his mouth and started to
suckle on it as if he was a child. He tried to swallow
the entire breast and in the process he bit his mom's
tender boob. The pain made Kamala look around and what
she saw! She saw her two young son totally naked, one
sucking her pussy and the other sucking her breast.
She never expected this to happen and she shouted at
them, "Ohh No! go away! What are you doing? I am your
mother and you are my son. This is sin! Please don't
do this!" Shekhar was bold and he asked his mom to be
quite and enjoy what was going on. He whispered to
her, "Mom! You were calling us when my father slept,
leaving you unsatisfied. You wanted your son to fuck
you and satisfy your lust. So why turn back now?
We both want to satisfy you and we wish that you
should be happy. We know dad! He is useless. So spread
that cunt for us and enjoy. See our lunds! They are
hard for you!" And Kamala kept quite and spread her
legs wide for her son. Shekhar was now in a mood to
fuck his mom. He had lusted after her for a long time
and so he got up and coming between the wide spread
legs of his mom, he inserted his throbbing cock in his
mothers pussy. His mom moaned loudly and accepted the
incestuous fucking, thrusting her ass to take her sons
cock as much as possible in her hungry pussy. Suresh
watched his brother mount his mom and he pushed his
cock near her mouth and asked his mom to suck it while
the other son fucked her choot. "Choose mera lund
(Suck my cock) mom! Suck it while Shekhar fucks your
pussy. Ohhhh! Sali Randi! You are a real slut! Do do
Lund ek sath leti haai! Taking both the cocks at the
same time. Chal mera Lund choose aur Shekhar ko chod!
Come on Mom suck my dick and fuck Shekhar's cock. You
cock hungry bitch! Whore!"
"Ohh Muze Randi mat kaho bete! (Don't call me slut,
son!) You know I am unsatisfied with your dad. He just
fucks me and drops his come in my hungry choot and
sleeps. Muze Lund chahiye! I want some cock! I don't
bother if its my son fucking me. Its Lund that
matters. So shut up and fuck mom! Sale tum khali
chodo! Randi samazo ya mom chodo!" Kamala was now
enjoying the attention of her two sons, one fucking
her cunt and the other thrusting his cock in her
mouth. Her son's were nicely endowed and so she was
happy. She moved her ass in a circular manner to churn
Shekhar's cock in her pussy and moved her mouth over
Suresh's cock. Kamala had to bend back to take her
son's cock in her mouth and her teeth scraped the cock
as she tried to swallow him.
And Suresh loved it! He held his cock at the base and
was pushing it in his mom's mouth. Shekhar was fucking
his mom in earnest and was thrusting his cock faster
and faster. All were making lots of noise, moaning and
shouting at each other and forget that Shiva was
sleeping next to them. Shiva moved in his sleep and
his legs touched Suresh. Suresh was afraid and
whispered, "Mom! Dad is waking up. I think he wants to
piss! Let's stop this till he is sound asleep."
"No! Don't stop fucking me. Let him wake up I don't
mind. Fuck my pussy and mouth! Fuck me! Chodo muze!
Aaj kitne salon baad aaisa mouka aaya hai! Ccchhoo
dooooo!" And both the sons continued. Suresh wanted to
fuck his mom too and told it to Shekhar. Shekhar was
now fucking his mom's cunt and did not want to stop.
He said, "Come on brother! There is plenty of room
here. I will take mom on top of me and let her ride my
cock and you come behind her and fuck that big ass
hole of hers! The slut can take two cocks at a time.
Come on Suresh!" And Shekhar lay on his back and asked
Kamala to ride his cock. Kamala was crazy for her
son's cocks and immediately sat on Shekhar's cock,
taking it all the way in her choot. She lay on her
son's naked body and moved her cunt over his cock,
rubbing both of her boobs on his chest. Her ass was
thrust up in the air as she rode the cock and Suresh
came behind her and admired the solid ass. He kneeled
behind his mother and put his mouth to her ass hole,
licking it.
Kamala felt her other son licking her ass and was
beyond herself, "Ohh Chat meri gaand! Ohhhh sali ko
masti aa gayee hai! Ohhhhhhhh! Ek beta meri choot me
Lund dal raha hai aur doosra meri gand chaat raha hai!
Ohhhh how lucky I am! Both the sons pleasuring their
mom! Ohhhh Chodo! Chodo aapni Randi ma ko! Fuck your
slut mom!" Suresh's sucking and licking had made
Kamala's as hole slippery with saliva and was ready
for some action. Suresh took his cock in his hand and
put it at the ass hole of Kamala and tried to push it
in. Kamala's ass hole was tight and Shiva had never
fucked her in the ass and hence it wa virgin. Kamala
shouted at her son, "Ohhh! Please don't fuck me in the
ass. You will tear the poor hole. Oohhh GOD! Its not
possible. Please don't fuck me there. Bring that cock
here and let me suck you off instead. I will swallow
your entire cock, but please spare my ass hole."
Shekhar was annoyed at losing this double penetration
opportunity and so he slapped his mother as she rode h
is cock, "Slut! You don't have no choice! You are a
whore! Keep still and let my brother tear your ass
hole. Push your cock in that shit hole brother! And
fuck her gand! Sali Randi nakhare dikhati hai! Dal
aapne lund ko. Chod!" Suresh did not require any other
encouragement and he thrust his cock inside the poor
ass hole. The cock head entered easily and Kamala
shouted in pain. This made Suresh more aggressive and
he pushed his cock more, making his mother cry in
pain. Shekhar thrust his hips up and pushed his cock
deep in to the cunt of his mom, trying to make contact
with his brothers cock in the ass. Now Suresh managed
to push 4 inches of his cock in the ass in spite of
the crying of his mom.
The sound this trio made was sufficient to wake up
Shiva and nobody had bothered about the drunkard.
Shiva stirred in his sleep and called his wife,
"Kamala come here! Where are you?" he could not see
his wife near by and so he sat up in his bed and
looked around. Ohh what he saw made him jump and the
effect of the alcohol came down fast. He saw his own
wife getting two cocks at the same time. Both the
cocks belonged to his own sons and his own blood. He
could not gather what he saw and so he got up and went
near the trio. Kamala was fucking two cocks. She was
sliding her body over the two cocks and fucking them.
Shiva shouted at them, "Sale! Yeh kya kar rahe ho?
Aapni ma ko chod rahe ho! What are you doing. Fucking
your own mother. Ohh what a shameless way to fuck! My
slut wife is taking all the cocks my sons are giving
her. Ohh She is whore" come on stop that! I will beat
the hell out of you!"
"Keep quite dad! Let us fuck our mom. Your cock cannot
satisfy her and that's why she is fucking her own
sons. Just watch and don't try to stop us. Here see
your whore wife fucking us." And both the brothers
increased their tempo. Each cock fucked alternately,
the cunt and ass hole of Kamala and she moaned loudly,
Ohh Harami! Aapne lund me dam nahi aur badi badi bate
kar raha hai! Dekh tere bete kitne jorse chod rahe
hai. Choopke se dekh aur so ja. Oohhhhh chodo muze!
Fuck me! Aaaahhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Fffuuckkkk! Fuck
me! Ohh my sons! Fuck your mom! See how your dad is
watching! Let him watch!" Shiva got annoyed and kicked
Suresh on his ass. Suresh fell down and tried to get
up but was hit again. Shiva then hit his wife Kamala
and then Shekhar too.
All the three stopped fucking and then Shekhar made
the first move. He grabbed his father and gave him a
blow on his face. Then he called Suresh and asked him
to hold the father. He took hold of his lungi and tied
his father's hands behind his back. Then he tied his
legs near the feet. The poor father was not able to
move and stood helplessly watching around. Then
Shekhar told his mother, "come on mom! Bite that cock
of my father. Punish him for spoiling the show. Slap
his and beat the hell of him!" Kamala crawled near her
husband and slapped his balls. His balls swayed with
the impact and he cried in pain. Then Kamala took hold
of the two balls and pressed them.
Rolling them over one another. This made Shiva cry out
in pain and Suresh hit him hard on his face, "don't
cry you bastard! Sale aapni bibi ko chod nahi sakata!
Hijada kahi ka! Chal ma! Sale ke lund ko kha ja! Kat
usko! Bite him eat his lund! Come on mom do this while
we start the unfinished game." Shekhar got below his
mom and pushed his lund in her choot while Suresh
pushed his lund in the ass hole of Kamala and both
started to fuck her simultaneously. Poor Shiva just
stood there helplessly and watched. Kamala took her
husbands cock in her mouth and bit it, rubbing the
cock head in her mouth. Shiva cried out loudly and
begged his wife to stop.
But she was biting his cock and making him cry out
louder. The two sons were fucking their mom fast and
soon came in her ass hole and cunt. The mother Kamala
shouted as they came and she too had orgasm. The
incestuous trio fell on each other's body with the
mother in between the two sons. The father watched all
this and was crying out loudly. The door to the room
opened and in walked Lata, the only family member left
out. She was in her sleep and had come out to see what
was going on. She could not believe her eyes! There in
front of her were her brothers and mom totally naked
and lying on each others body. Her father was tied up
and stood there helplessly and naked too.
Lata could not understand what was going on here And
so she called her mother, "MOM what's the matter? Why
are you all fighting and who tied up dad? I don't
understand." What could Kamala say? She was still
panting from the exertion of fucking with her own sons
and she was breathing faster. Shekhar and Suresh heard
their sister too and the situation they were all in.
if Lata was to be left alone they should make it sure
that she will not tell anybody. So they got up, their
cocks still dangling from their body and moving like a
pendulum.
They went near Lata and asked her to be quite. They
both patted her and asked her to sit near the mother.
Shiva looked at his daughter and said, "Lata! You saw
what was happening! Your mother was fucking with your
brothers. She was fucking both Shekhar and Suresh.
They beat me up and tied me here to watch the dirty
act. Please help me!" Shekhar asked his sister to keep
quite and not to do anything other then what they say.
"Listen sis! Yes we fucked mom! Your father is
drunkard and cant satisfy her and she goes on begging
for any cock available to her. So don't worry darling
sis! Its family matter and your dad deserves what we
did to him. Come here let us all enjoy. Come on Lata.
Do what we tell you. Lets fuck and enjoy in the
family"
"NO! You all are dirty!! Mom Please tell them to stop!
Ohhh GOD save me! Ohh NO! Please don't make me do
those dirty things! Ohhhh Noooo!" Kamala looked up
from the lustful sleep at her daughter. Her daughter
Lata stood at her feet asking for mercy. Kamala looked
at her daughter and thought of how beautiful she was
and also how her cunt will taste. She did not think of
anything other than sex and she got up and embraced
her daughter, kissing her full on the lips. Lata was
unaware of the intentions of her mother and allowed
her to kiss her.
Kamala held her daughter tightly in her arms and put
her mouth on her tender lips, kissing her like she was
a man. Both the brothers saw this and kept quite and
knew that their slut mom will make Lata fuck them.
Poor Shiva looked at his wife indulged in incest and
lesbianism. He had never seen two women do it and was
looking at the duo with some interest. His cock, which
was shrunk, started to swell up with the show his wife
was putting up. Kamala's breasts crushed against the
solid and firm breasts of her daughter and Kamala
moaned with the feeling it gave, "Ohhhhhhhh! Come on
son's watch your sisters boobs. See how solid and firm
they are. Come on Shiva! Sale dekh aapne beti ke
mamme! Ohhhh my sweet little girl how nice you have
developed! Come on lets enjoy! Kneel before me and
suck my cunt Lata. Lick my pussy! Show your brothers
and father how two women can enjoy. Ohhh!
Ahhhahhhhhhahhhh! Come onnnnnnnnnn sssuusccccckkk
mmmeeee!"
Lata was new to this and did not know what to do. Her
own mother was asking her to suck her cunt! She could
not escape all this. Her body was shivering with
something, some sort of pleasure she never felt
before. And instinctively she sat on her knee before
her mother and pushed her mouth in the silky slit. The
pussy hair tickled her nose and chin and she again
shivered. The gown rode up and showed her nicely
shaped thighs and the shape of her well-developed ass.
Both the brothers looked at their sister as she
serviced their mother and their cocks started to grow.
Shiva too was absorbed in looking at them and forgot
that they were his wife and daughter in an incestuous
lust. Since his hands were tied he could not do
anything but watch.
"Come on daddy! Watch this! See how your lusty wife is
getting her cunt licked by her own daughter.
Ohhhhhhhh! You are having an erection watching this!
See brother our dad's cock! Ohh its small just 5
inches and useless. Come on lets untie him so that he
can suck his own daughter's cunt. How nice it will be
to watch the girl sucking mom's pussy and getting her
own licked by her Dad! Come on dad you want to lick
it! You want to lick your daughter's cunt! Yes come on
do it!" Shekhar said and both the brothers untied
Shiva. Shiva looked help less in the hands of his
grown up sons but shook his head saying no! Suresh
pulled his cock and Shekhar tugged at his balls till
he cried. Both the brothers continued to torture him
by doing this alternately and then Shekhar went behind
his father and pushed his cock in his ass hole.
His ass hole was dry and the cock could not go in.
Suresh asked his mother to lick his dad's ass hole and
make it wet for him to fuck. The poor mother obliged
and licked her husband's ass hole and wetted it with
saliva. She had a secret desire to see her husband
taking a cock in his ass hole and take revenge on his
poor fucking skills. So Kamala encouraged her son,
Shekhar, to fuck her husband's ass hole. "Yes come on!
Fuck your father's ass. Sala chod ne mein nakam hai!
Dalo aapna mota lund saale ki gand mein! Fuck his
asshole! Ohhhhhh! Suck my pussy Lata! Your tongue
feels so nice! Come on give your pussy to your father.
He will suck it. Ohhh Suresh, make your father suck
the pussy of his daughter! Ohhhh the family is
enjoying!"
Shiva was terrified and afraid to do anything as his
two sons were more powerful than him so he succumbed
to the attack and Shekhar managed to push his cock
head in his fathers tight ass hole. The ass hole was
dry and he found it difficult to push his cock in, so
he took out his cock and spat on it and on his
father's ass hole too. Then he pushed his cock
mercilessly and Shiva cried out loudly, "No! Remove
your lund son! It pains a lot! Please don't do it! Ohh
I am dying with pain." Kamala enjoyed this and said,
"come on fuck the bastard! Fuck your father. Let him
understand how it feels to have a cock inside! Fuck
the bastard."
Shekhar did the same and pushed his cock deep in his
father's hole. Lata was watching this and did not know
what to say. But she enjoyed what was going on. Lata
pushed her ass up and said, "Ohhhhhhhh! What a family!
Come on my pussy is itching. Somebody suck on it.
Ohhhhhhhh my mom's cunt is ssoooo sweet! Ohh god! Suck
my cunt! Ohhhhhhhh yesssss!" saying so Lata threw her
gown in the air and got naked like others in the
family. Suresh commanded his father to suck the pussy
of his daughter and kicked him in the stomach. Shiva
stumbled and was about to fall, but the cock in his
ass supported him and he just bent forward to lick his
own daughter. Shiva pushed his tongue up the virgin
snatch and was rewarded with nice gush of pussy honey.
He lapped it and swallowed as much as he could and
pushed his tongue in the slit to take out as much as
he could. Kamala was watching this and was beyond
herself with lust and urged her son, Shekhar to fuck
her asshole. Shekhar was more than willing and went
behind his mother and spread her ass cheeks.
Lata watched the activity above the cunt she was
lapping and was fascinated by it and her tongue
traveled upwards to lick the shit hole of her mother.
Suresh was now able to push almost all of his 8 inches
in the poor Shiva and was fucking him in earnest while
Shiva licked the slit of his own daughter. Lata saw
her brothers cock nuzzling against the asshole of her
mom, and lovingly moved her tongue on the hard flesh.
Shekhar pushed his cock in his mother's asshole and
started to fuck her. Here was the entire family
fucking and sucking. The father was sucking his
daughter's pussy while getting his asshole banged by
his own son.
The mother was getting her snatch licked by her
daughter and getting her son's cock up her asshole.
Sounds of moaning and fucking filled the entire room
and it smelled of sex. Kamala moaned loudly and pushed
her cunt on Lata's mouth and took her own boobs in her
hands and started to knead them. Lata sensed her mom's
lust and pushed her tongue deep in her mother's cunt
hole and started to tongue fuck her. Shekhar had his
cock buried deep in his mom's asshole and was fucking
her furiously. Suresh was fucking his dad's asshole
and this made Shiva's cock swell with lust and he was
dying to put it in any damn hole available.
"Oohhhhhhhhhh! My cock is hard! I want some hole to
put it in. Ohhh Please my sons allow me to fuck. Give
me hole to fuck. Ohhhhhhhh! My slut wife is getting
her ass fucked and cunt licked by her own blood and I
am licking my daughter and getting my ass fucked by my
son! Ohhhh Its sin! Ohhhh god! But I love it now!
Please allow me to fuck."
Both the sons looked at each other and saw their
father's hard cock. They wanted to be good to him now
as he was enjoying all this and so they asked Lata to
spread her legs for her own father. Lata too wanted
something in her hungry cunt and was more than happy
to oblige. She spread her legs and showed her father
her cunt hole, spreading her own cunt with both the
hands. Shiva licked his lips and fell on top of his
daughter. His cock rubbed against Lata's naval and
Lata took it in her hands and placed it on her cunt
hole. Suresh thrust his cock deep in Shiva's ass and
Shiva stumbled forward with his cock going in Lata's
cunt like a bullet in cream.
Lata cried out loudly, "Ohhh Dad! You are tearing my
cunt. Ohhh slowwwwwwwlllyyyyy! Push it in slowly!
Ooohh Myyy gggooodddd! Oohh Mom! See this. Ohhhhh
dad's cock is in my cunny and he is fucking me!
Ohhhhhh fffuuucckk meeeee! GOD! Aaiiiii!
Oouuccchhhhhh! It pains with pleasure and I love it.
Give me the cock! Ohhhhhhh! Ffucckk me!" Kamala
watched as his husband took the virginity of her
daughter and she was enjoying it. The bitch was made
like her own self, a real whore even at this tender
age. Kamala moved her ass over her son's cock and
fucked him hard. Shekhar could not control himself and
shot his wad deep in his mothers asshole and lay
panting on her back. Suresh too deposited his come in
his father's ass and lay on his back, making his cock
go deep into Lata's pussy. Now all the others were
watching the father and daughter fuck and enjoying the
show. Lata wrapped her legs around her father and took
his cock deep inside her cunt. Shiva was now holding
Lata's firm boobs in his hands and kneading them,
making Lata squirm with pleasure.
Kamala came near Lata's mouth and sat on her face,
rubbing her come filled ass over her daughter's face
and slowly releasing the come trapped inside. Lata
shot her tongue out to taste the come of her brother
tickling from the ass of her mother. Shiva was fast
comer, and so he couild not hold much longer and shot
his load inside the cunt of his daughter, keeping her
unsatisfied. Lata moved her ass in frustration and
called names to her father, "Ohhhhhhh! Cant you fuck
till I come? You bastard! Leaving me unsatisfied like
my mother. Ohh fuck me somebody! The pig came fast and
I have not come yet! Come on big brothers! Bring those
cocks here and fuck your sisters unsatisfied cunt.
Ohhhhh! MOM! Rub that ass on my face and bathe me in
my brothers come. Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Both the
brothers reached the mother and sister and thrust
their cocks in their hands. Lata caught Suresh's cock
and rubbed it in her palm while Kamala took Shekhar's
cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Lata
imitated her mother and took Suresh's cock in her
mouth and sucked it.
"Lata a man gets pretty hard if his cock is sucked so
what you did is correct. Suck his cock and move your
tongue over his cock head and on the lower part,
especially, that's the sensitive portion of a cock.
You will learn everything with us. Suck him and make
him hard for your cunt. A woman has to do this and
it's a skill. Come on suck it!" Kamala was teaching
her daughter to please men. Lata did as she was told
and Suresh moaned loudly feeling the tongue of his sis
on the lower side of his cock. Soon both the brothers
were hard and ready to fuck.
Kamala guided Shekhar's cock in the cunt of her
daughter and asked him to push it deep inside the
tight choot. Lata felt the thick, long cock enter her
tight cunt and felt the difference. This cock was much
thicker and longer than her father's and was harder
too. Lata moved her ass in appreciation and welcomed
his brother the door of her choot. Suresh's cock was
still in the mouth of Lata and he was looking forward
to his turn to fuck his younger sister. Shiva lay
helplessly on the floor, his cock dangling between his
thighs, totally useless for any fucking. Kamala
encouraged the kids to fuck and went to her husband.
She caught the useless cock in her hand and pulled it.
The cock stretched and looked thin like a rope. Kamala
showed the cock to the other family members and asked,
"what to do with this useless cock? Come on tell me
any of you. The cock has troubled me all my life and
never gave any satisfaction. As such its useless for
fucking anybody. You saw your sister crying for more
cock as he fucked her. He is useless cock. I will get
some satisfaction if I humiliate him. Tell me what to
do?" Suresh went to his mother to help her humiliate
his father. He forced his cock in the mouth of Shiva
and asked him to suck it.
Kamala slapped him hard, forcing him to open his mouth
to swallow his sons cock. Suresh's cock forced its way
in the throat of the poor father and he gagged. Kamala
clapped her hands and asked Suresh to choke his throat
so that his breathing will stop. Poor Shiva struggled
for air and fought with all his power. Suresh's cock
came out of his mouth and Shiva fell on the floor,
breathing very fast. Now Kamala kicked the poor fellow
again and then sat on his mouth. She spread her cunt
lips and let out stream of piss that fell directly on
his face. Suresh came near his mother and asked her to
spit on his father. Kamala spat on him many times and
Suresh took his fathers hand and spread all the spit
on the chest. Lata was taking Shekhar's cock easily in
her cunt and both were fucking in earnest.
They watched the humiliation of their father and were
happy to see it. This excited them to climax and both
of them came together. Suresh ran to his sister and
pushed his cock in the come filled hole. As his cock
entered the cunt of Lata, it pushed out his brother's
come. Kamala had finished pissing on her husband and
dragged him to Lata's cunt and forced him to lick his
son's come out of his daughter's pussy. Suresh
continued fucking Lata as more and more of the come
trickled out for his father to eat. Shekhar's cock had
shrunk and he wanted to piss urgently after he had
come so he aimed his piss on his father's mouth and
let out the yellow flow. His father had to swallow it
too and he swallowed as much as he could and the rest
bathed his body, coating it with thin layer of piss.
Suresh fucked Lata and watched the father's
humiliation too. And both came and then pissed on the
poor father.
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* WARNING.... IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18, or are
* in locations that by law preclude you from reading adult
* material, then stop reading this now. This story is written
* for adults, contains adult oriented material, and involves
* consensual relationships females.
* copyright 1998 Michelle B <[email protected]>
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Christine's Awakening - The Piano Teacher.
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Part 1 of 2
Prologue:
Hi! I wrote a story two years ago about a young female teen who discovered her interest in other girls and carried this interest through the rest of her life. It was long; 18 chapters! The story was called "Roberta Awakes", and if anybody hasn't read it, it is posted on MrDouble's site at www.mrdouble.com. Just search under authors for MichelleB.
Anyway, I haven't written much since, even though I have had quite a few requests to do so by many people who wrote to me... BOTH men and women. (Yes, guys, there ARE women out there who like to read sexy stories!) For one thing, it takes me a very long time to write a story. I'm not too fast, and I have to edit about a dozen times to correct lousy grammar and all the mistakes I make. I'm not much for original ideas, which doesn't help much either. I've been trying to think about how to write another one.
This weekend I was going through some old E-Mail and I came upon a series of letters from a girl I met on the Internet ... actually she was the very FIRST girl I had ever met through the Internet! She wrote me after my "Roberta" story posted to tell me that it had turned her on, and she shyly asked if I would mind if we corresponded with each other. She was finishing studies to be a teacher and had the summer off. Having just finished my first year of college, I had some time off too, so we began writing to each other. Like I said, I never had written to another person or chatted on the net before, so this was a wonderful experience. It wasn't long before we were trading some pretty hot stories and pictures (yes, she is Bi-Curious, like me... ), and soon REAL experiences. She finally got up the nerve to write me about an experience she had in high school that was the turning point of her life. The funny thing was that she was worried I'd find it dull compared to the epic story I had just posted. She needn't have worried. Her REAL experience was far more exciting than anything fictional I could ever imagine!
I also remember that she shyly told me that she wouldn't mind if I'd edit it and post it for others to see. I have always wondered about whether that is right... I hold people's thoughts and feelings in very strict confidence. Yet, as I re-read her letter, she really wanted me to do this.
We only corresponded for 6 months, and then she became to busy. I heard from her again 6 months later for a very brief time. I was forced to switch between service providers (several times!) when my first one went belly up, and during this process she ended up writing to a GUY with a very similar E-Mail name, and she got one WILD response in return! *giggle* I lost track of her after that, and she is no longer with the ISP (Prodigy) she was originally with.
Her name is Christine. In case she ever reads this... well, I hope she remembers me. I have great hopes of finding her again someday! She was a wonderful, sexy person who meant alot to me!!
OK... enough of the non-sex talk that I really hate in other people's net posts. Let's get serious.
This is the story of Christine's Awakening. I have changed the name of both the girl "Christine" and the "piano teacher" in the story to protect the innocent, and so nobody but me and maybe she will ever know who Christine really is.
This is an embellishment of her real letter to me.
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My Dearest Michelle,
Well there's good and bad news. I decoded part 3 of the picture you sent. Part 1&2 wouldn't download. I don't know if it was your end or mine. Since you're the computer genious, I'll let you teach me <g>.
Are you ready for part one of the Piano Teacher? I have promised you this for like forever, but have not been brave enough to tell you until now.
I could probably write a book on this sequence of experiences, but here's how it all started.
I started taking piano lessons from Connie when I was 13 years old. She lived within walking distance from me so it was very convenient to get to her house, except on bad winter days. Connie was in her mid twenties and married to a nerd who traveled all the time and was never home. I suspect he made a lot of money because they had a beautiful home.
Connie had long dark hair, blue eyes and was extremely attactive and feminine. I never saw her without makeup or looking messed up in any way. She was about 5'7", thin, but well endowed. I remember she had very long legs that I looked at once in awhile. During the summer, she would schedule my lesson so that I was always her last student in the day. She apparently liked to have me stick around and chat with her. She was really "with it" and I always felt so grown up being with her.
Connie sat on the piano bench with me during the lessons (which I am sure is normal) and would often rest her hand on my leg when she was showing me what to do (which I'm sure is NOT normal!). Every once in a while I would feel her breast rubbing on my shoulder. Now that I think back about this, over the time I took lessons she rubbed her boobs on me more and more. For a long time I thought nothing of it even though I think I liked it. Only after this experience did I realize that she must have enjoyed giving me lessons more than I would have guessed!
I was 15 at the time, just after my sophomore year in high school. . One summer day I was taking lessons at her house and she was sitting on the bench with me, as usual. I was wearing really loose beige shorts and a white tank top. I'll never forget it as long as I live.
As was often the case, her husband was out of town... actually he was out ot the country then.
Connie put her hand on my leg while I played. As I said, she did this often so I wasn't surprised. But, instead of keeping it near my knee, while I played she moved it higher until it was well up on my thigh. Well, being the young innocent that I was, I kind of jumped, causing her to pull her hand back. I liked it, but was a little shocked.
I looked at her and could tell she was as embarrassed as I was. She immediately apologized and said she didn't mean to upset me.
Well, what upset me was how bad I felt that she was embarrassed, and also how stupid I was to jump like that. So, without thinking of what I was doing, I put my hand on hers and put it back on my thigh. I smiled and told her I liked it and told her not to feel bad.
The irony of this is that I really wasn't giving her the OK to touch me. I was just embarassed that I had jumped like that. But in letting her put her hand back on me, I definitely sent her the wrong message. While I returned to playing the piano, she slowly started massaging my leg again. Suddenly I found myself feeling really tingly! I was getting kind of turned on ... and also scared.
Her hand started to move under my shorts and I stopped playing and just closed my eyes. I could feel her breast pressing against my arm as her fingers probed inside until it found my panties. She put her arm around my waist to steady me and lightly stroked my pubic mound through the front of my panties. I had never felt such feelings. I kept my eyes shut and pressed up against her hand. I knew I was getting wet down there! It didn't take long until Connie found my clit, which was aroused and burning. I heard her moan when she realized what her finger had discovered, and from the fact that I wasn't stopping her from massaging my clit through my panties.
I started breathing heavily. She whispered in my ear, asking me if I wanted to get up and sit on the sofa where it might be more comfortable. Without hesitation, I got up and she helped my trembling legs get to the sofa. I sat down and she gently lay me down on my back, my head on one of the corner cushions. She was so warm and reassuring. She told me to relax and close my eyes and she would make me feel like a real woman. I was pure jelly in her hands.
She asked me if I had a boyfriend (yes), and if I'd ever done anything with him (no. I was a virgin... but I had touched my pussy before by myself, and I definitely knew how to make myself feel good).
She sat next to me, her arm under my neck, just looking at me. She told me to shut my eyes, and she put her hand back on my thigh and started stroking the inside of it with her fingernails. This gave me goosebumps! God... I never felt anything so nice.
She asked me if I was OK with this, and I nodded yes. Then her hand moved again inside the loose leg openings on my shorts to the front of my panties. She picked up where she left off earlier, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I couldn't help it, my legs opened slightly all on their own and I started pushing my pussy against her hand.
After stroking my clit for a while, she pulled her hand out. I felt her undo my shorts. I lifted up for her and she pulled them off. She lay back down beside me, whispering to me what a good girl I was. Her hand rubbed down my belly, until it slid inside the waistband of my panties. She stroked my pubic region and then lowered her finger down into my wet slit, quickly finding my hot clit! She slowly and softly stroked it. I remember just moaning... "Ohhh, God... Connie...!!"
"You like this, Christine?" she whispered?
"OOhhhhh!!!" was all I could get out. Within a minute I felt the first wave of pleasure go through me as she rubbed my clit to a delicious orgasm. I had never cum so intensely before in my life!! My cream ran out all over her hand, and I remember how wet my legs felt as some of it trickled down.
Connie wasn't finished with me. She told me to lift up, and she slid my panties off and pulled my shirt and bra up exposing me completely.
She said something about how beautiful I was, and leaned down and softly kissed my small breasts as her finger continued to stroke my clit. I remember her whispering how fine and soft my pubic hair was... what a wet little girl I was... and that I really seemed to like this... and how big my nipples were getting in her mouth...
After about ten more minutes of her finger stroking my clit I really couldn't hold it any more! I had my second wave of orgasmic pleasure, rubbing myself and my pussy cream all over her hand. I came so hard I could barely breathe.
Then she sat up and spread my legs apart further. She moved down the couch some more. I opened my eyes and saw her looking between my legs. I had never seen a woman with such a look of lust in her eyes. She saw me looking and smiled at me. "Christine, ... now you're going to know how a woman should really feel." (As if I hadn't already!)
She leaned down and I felt her tongue and hair sliding down my belly... into my pubic hair... and suddenly I realized what she was going to do! I was so hot!! I opened my legs for her and she got between them, leaning down and opening my labia with her fingers. She looked into my eyes and flicked her tongue out... "Oohhhh AMMMHhhhmmm...!" She started licking me!!! She licked my little clit until I thought I was going to pass out, and licked as deep inside as her tongue would go.
I was going absolutely insane ... when suddenly I felt her put a finger inside me!!! No one had ever done that to me before! I never even did that to myself. The combination of her tongue in my pussy and her finger probing my depths made me cum like I never thought possible!! I could fell my juices running down my leg and heard myself cry out!!!! My hips raising off the couch! Connie kept her mouth glued to my pussy for dear life. I knew this wasn't the first time she'd done this, because I was moving so fast and shaking so hard, but she never lost a lick!
When it was over, she lay down next to me and said that she never planned for that to happen, but with her husband out of town she was feeling a little lonely.... and that I looked so cute! She asked me how it was, and I smiled and just purred like a contented kitten. She said she felt that it was a beautiful experience and that she was happy to share it with me, and was glad I enjoyed it.
After reassuring her that I definitely wouldn't ever tell anyone about this, I got up to leave. She smiled when I confirmed that I would be back the next week.
I got home about an hour later than usual and my Mom asked me how my lesson was and what took so long. I told my Mom that it was probably the best lesson I ever had, and I decided to just stay around with Connie to chat since her husband was out of town. I couldn't tell Mom that my panties were soaked and I could barely stand up and that my pussy had just been eaten by a grown woman!!! I hoped the flushed look I knew I had on my face didn't give me away.
That night I hardly slept a wink and wondered what it would be like to touch Conne like she had done to me or to kiss her lips. I think I fell asleep with my finger inside me hoping this wasn't just a great dream. Needless to say, this was only round one of a summer that I will never forget.
Well dear, I trust you enjoyed this. I am locked in my room now writing this for you.... with a mini massager vibrating between my legs .... and Michelle, I'm cumming just about ..................now!!!
This is as true as it comes (including the vibrator). If I was a victim of sexual abuse, I can only say thank you Connie!
Love and Licks to your Pussy,
Christine
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Christine's Awakening - The Piano Teacher. Part 2 of 2
Prologue:
I wrote a TRUE story a few weeks ago describing my first "Net Friend's" (Christine), awakening to the joys of f/F sex at the experienced hands of her Piano Teacher. This saga continues her story. Christine wanted me to edit her tale of wondrous sexual discovery and post it for others to enjoy. We lost touch when she dropped her Prodigy account last winter and after I changed accounts twice. If she's still out there, I hope she knows I'll never forget her. Her next letter follows:
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Dearest Michelle,
After that first afternoon at Connie's I didn't know what to make of myself. The embarrassing part is that I liked it! I didn't revolt like I thought I would. Every night the memories flooded into my mind, over and over again. Visions of how I let Connie put her hands on my thigh while I tried to concentrate on my lesson... how her finger found its way under the loose legs of my shorts... how I let her press her fingers over my panties into my budding pubis! It turned me on to relive the feel of her smooth fingers delving under my panties... into my teenage wetness... stroking me... caressing my hair... fingering my clit... licking me... putting her finger inside me and "fucking" my little pussy to an explosive climax. Oh Michelle, what did I let her do?! I have never felt such erotic feelings, EVER, by myself or with a guy, as Connie made me feel that afternoon. The thought that a woman made me cum! God!! It made me so hot I had to play with myself every night.
I'll never understand how... how, my love... how did I know that I would want ... no, CRAVE!... to go to Connie's house again. Like a fly to the spider's web. My body needed to feel the erotic bliss that only a female's sensitive touch could induce.
The craving, that as I found out later, occurred over and over again throughout my life.
So I did it. The next week I walked to Connie's house. At every step I considered turning back; but I knew I never would.
I wanted to wear a dress or skirt that day, thinking of how that would make it easier (make WHAT easier? Was I going to be "easy" for her? What if she didn't approach me again? So many thoughts filled my mind). But that would have been unusual and I thought my Mom might get suspicious. So I wore a pair of loose light blue shorts and a thin white blouse with only 4 big buttons. The top one I left undone. Underneath, I wore a simple cotton bra over my 32B breasts, and a plain pair of white cotton panties.
Promptly at 4 PM (the end of the day again) I stood on Connie's doorstep, my hand poised over the doorbell as I mustered the courage to push. By some automatic control my finger did the deed and I heard Connie's footsteps as she came to the door. She opened it, a nervous smile on her pretty face and immediately asked me how I was, searching to make certain I didn't go bonkers during the week... looking for a sign of whether I told anyone. I calmly (on the outside) told her that I was quite fine and glad to see her. She was wearing a yellow print dress with flowers that came to mid thigh. It was like chiffon or something... very light. Her hair was pulled up in a little bun.
I WAS glad to see her. But honestly, I was so nervous. My heart pounded in my little chest.
Connie told me that she had been thinking about me all week and was also happy to see ME, and that she was glad that I decided to return.
"Is your husband home," I asked, before realizing I was essentially admitting why I was really there.
"Nope! Out of town again," she said. You feel ready for your lesson?"
I looked at her nervously, my knees weakening. ".... Which one?"
She searched my eyes making sure she read me correctly. My smile told her that she definitely did. She bent down and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I detected her sweet perfume smell again, a smell that lingers to this day. She looked up, realizing that we still had the door open where people from the street might see us, and closed it.
We didn't even bother going to the piano. Connie steered me over to the couch, and told me to sit where I had last time. I lay down, my head on the end pillows, and she sat down next to me, her left hand going under my head. She asked me if I enjoyed what happened last time (Mmm Hmmm!) or if I thought that we should stick to music from now on (definite NO!). I couldn't get any words out of my mouth so I just put my arms around her and hugged her while she stroked my hair. After a few moments she moved her head toward me and kissed me. I shut my eyes and basked in her nearness and this new sensation.
It was so gentle. I had never kissed a woman on the lips before and it felt a little wierd. It was much softer than a boy. And wetter; much wetter. And warmer! And every new, better thing that I could ever say about a kiss. Her lips were so full... they took over and possessed mine. She kissed me... she lightly bit my lips. My arms pulled her tighter and I felt her breasts press into me. OOhh so soft!! My nipples started to tingle. I felt her tongue trace my lips, wetting me... preparing me... then slowly try to enter my mouth. I opened my lips just a little. Connie took whatever little opening I offered to her tongue... not going any faster than I was ready to go. I slowly yielded... I had never kissed like this with ANYBODY!! ... I opened my mouth some more for her. When Connie's tongue finally touched mine, my insides felt like they were going explode. My stomach was full of butterflies and that hot feeling was in my pussy again. The scent of her perfume and lipstick was so intoxicating. She put her right hand over my breast, cupping it, squeezing softly as she french kissed me. My nipple was hers! It flew into full bloom! She caressed my breast with her palm, then her fingers, finding my nipple through my garmets, pinching it lightly. I moaned into her mouth.
She stopped kissing me, still playing with my breasts as I opened my eyes. She was looking at me with such love... and lust. I could tell she was as turned on as I was.
"C'mon" was all she said, as she took my hand and helped me off the couch, "follow me."
We held hands and walked up the stairs. I knew she was taking me to her bedroom. We walked into the room and she pulled me to her, pulling me into her breasts, kissing me... roughly now. OOhhhh Heaven! My mons rested on her thigh and I pressed into it as her mouth ravished me.. her hand went down my back and cupped my bottom through my shorts. This elicited a moan from her now... my little feminine body was putting my cute bisexual piano teacher into heat! I never realized how deeply aroused she was. Connie had been thinking of ME the whole week as well... masturbating to the memory of her seduction of me the week before. She masturbated whenever her husband wasn't around.... and sometimes even when he WAS, by going off to the bathroom.
I sensed the king size bed behind us and realized that this day would surpass last week's experience by miles.
Connie kept kissing me and stroking my butt. I put my leg between hers, feeling her short loose dress yield as she pressed herself back into me. Her hands moved down my body, stroking the back of the leg that she was nestled against... mmmm... goosebumps! I wondered if she knew how hot her little teenage student was getting? I would have let her do anything to me right then!
She walked me backwards toward the bed. She knelt down before me... her hands on my thighs. She just stared mesmerized at my legs and my shorts and then, with her hands turned outwards, starting stroking my legs like she had the week before. Up and down the inside of my thighs with her fingers... but with both hands at the same time. This time I didn't jump. Instead I tried to relax and let every part of body feel the new and strange sensations going through me. She looked up at my face as I let her stroke me. Her fingers... both hands... went under the loose legs of my shorts. High on the inside of my thighs. Ever closer to my aching pubis. My stance opened for her. Ohhh... her two index fingers moved over my panty covered mons... stroking lightly over my panties .... her fingers moving all the way back toward my butt, then pressing and pulling forward to the top... right over my clit. She mumbled, "God , you look so pretty in these shorts, Christine..." She repeated her motions with those two fingers.... back and forth... pressing gently into my panties... squeezing... her eyes boring into me... until I thought I was going to faint.
Connie then stood up, removing one hand which she put around my neck. She turned her other hand upward, pushing it completely under the leg of my shorts, and cupped me. Her middle finger probed into my warm panties. I leaned my head back and kissed her again. My kiss begged her 'Yes' ... please... do it... Touch me!' ... she found my clit through my panties and rubbed. 'Oh fuck..,' I was so hot!
Reaching between us while we still kissed, she unsnapped my shorts and then unzipped them. She put her hand inside the front of my shorts, gripping my sex in the same fashion as before, bringing my clit to total arousal. As she played, my loose shorts slowly fell to the floor on their own. She removed her hand and unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time until I stood before her in my panties and bra ... not nearly as embarrassed as I was a week ago.
Connie sat me down on the bed. Standing in front of me, she reached back and undid her dress. With what seemed like one swoop of her hand it fell to the floor in a loose pile, exposing her lovely lavender lace panties to me. She stepped out of her dress while watching my eyes for a reaction. How could I ever tell her how sexy she looked? What her body did to me? How could I tell myself?
I hadn't realized before her dress fell off that she wasn't wearing a bra! Now I knew why her breasts felt so soft against me earlier. I immediately became fixated on her pretty boobs. They were not real large, but certainly larger than mine. They were as perfect as I could imagine. Her skin was milky white and her nipples were at least 3/4 of an inch long and very hard. They were thick, too. Her aureolae were about the size of nickels, and a nice pinkish brown color. They had little bumps on them. Noticing my stare, she put her arms around the back of my head. Taking her signal I pressed my face into her breasts.... right in between. At first I didn't move ... my lips touched her skin ... her scent enveloped me. I moved my hands up to cradle her breasts from below... feeling their softness. God! I couldn't believe I was touching a woman's breasts... and it felt so neat! Whe was so perfect. My hands found courage and moved higher, up over her nipples. I cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly, my face still buried in between. I kissed the skin between her breasts all over, moving in ever widening circles until my lips focused in on her right breast. I kissed her breasts all around her nipples, teasing her... finally zooming in until I found my tongue licking her nipple. Like I said, she was totally erect. I nibbled both of them... back and forth... making them even harder and longer. God! I never knew how much I would enjoy something like this. Her breasts.. her nipples... were turning me on, Michelle! I don't know... for some reason this made me hornier than I'd ever felt. I heard Connie let out a sigh and I was pleased that this was getting to her as much as it was getting to me. It really turned me on that I could affect her like this! I held her breast tight in my hand and I put as much of her breast in my mouth as I could. Like I was trying to swallow a whole peach. Between my lips I flicked my tongue over her sensitive nipples... sucking her whole aureolae... licking... then sucking the nipples themselves. Pulling on them hard with my lips.
She pushed me back on the bed and lay down on top of me, moving up high so she could feed her wonderous breasts to me. She moved her body back and forth so I first nursed the right one, and then the left one. Her legs wrapped around my left one, and she moved her pussy against my thigh. She finally moaned... "shit... little girl, if you don't stop this you're going to make me cum.. and I don't want to do that quite yet."
Connie moved down my body and passionately kissed me. She rolled off me and stood up. She lifted me up off the bed too, and threw the covers off onto the floor. She walked up to me, reaching around my back, and undid my bra. Then she slid my slightly wet panties off. She was in a hurry now! She pulled me into her hard, kissing me like a wild woman. Her nipples were rubbing against my small breasts and like the week before I began losing total control. I rubbed my nipples back against her... the erotic feel of her soft hot skin having the desired effect. She reached down between us and without hesitation pushed her middle finger between my labia, discovering how wet I was for her. Her hand rubbed my pussy back and forth ... and then started rubbing my clit fast.
Suddenly she looked at me and asked me if I had ever had sex with a guy before. I told her, 'no, of course not.' She got this little smile on her face that I will never forget. The look of a winner... the victorious look of being the first!
Her finger lightly and with increasing speed stroked my clit. I was a puppet in her hand... her middle finger suddenly delved deep into my wetness... finding my G spot, which I didn't even know I had, and bringing my trembling body to my first orgasm for her that day. She held me tight and kissed me as I came and came and came on her delightfully talented finger.
Then she slid off her panties and said she wanted to try something. She told me to lie on the bed and open my legs. She knelt on the bed next to me and planted one knee on each side of my right leg. I looked down at her. I had never looked at another girl (or woman's) vagina before. It was so erotic! She had a dense patch of brunette pubic hair... much more hair than me... and looking beneath her I saw that her vaginal lips were quite large... from both her maturity and from her arousal. A lot bigger than mine. Her lips hung down invitingly. I wanted to put my hand there. To feel in between and see what another woman felt like, to see if she was wet for me, too. But she had other ideas for now.
Connie intertwined her legs with mine and, leaning above me in a pushup position, lowered her pretty wet pussy down until it was touching mine. She gave a soft moan and started moving back and forth. This was the first time I had ever looked closely at another woman like this. I could see her breasts... her nipples so erect... I looked down and could see her clit rubbing against mine... her labia was much larger than mine, although mine were quite puffed up by now, and I could see her clit sticking out. My blonde, almost hairless pussy contrasted her dark pubic hair. As she rubbed, I could feel her wetness against my own. The absolute turn on was when she moaned and started cumming when I knew it was because of me. She fell forward kissing me... and alternated between that, and kneeling back up where she could grind her pussy against mine some more. I had all I could do to hold off from cumming again. It looked so hot!
She "dry humped" me for about 15 minutes, cumming a second time.... looking at my breasts... then down at my pussy... telling me how beautiful I was.
Then she told me she wanted to do something else. Connie turned around, kneeling over my face, and put her head between my legs and started licking me again like she had the week before. I got wetter and wetter and opened my legs so she could get at all of me. I knew she was going to make me cum in her mouth again. Knowing how much I liked what she was doing to me, I decided to reciprocate. Maybe she expected it... maybe she didn't. But her hot wet pussy was stretched open right there before my face... and I found that quite arousing too! I had never looked at a woman's vagina close up... it looked delicious. 'What the hell,' I thought... 'she's doing it to me. It's now or never.'
I put my hands on Connie's beautiful, full hips and pulled her down to my face and started licking her clit the same way she was doing mine. God... what an aroma... what a taste! Like sweetness and sourness all rolled into one. Sooo erotic!! I licked up and down and tried to stick my tongue into her as far as I could. I found that when she moved backwards I could suck her little clit between my lips. I knew she liked that, because she was really wet and her juices were all over my face as she started rubbing against my mouth. She was fucking my little face!! And I was letting her... pulling her harder toward me... smothered in her wetness!
Connie's tongue felt so good on me, too. She was an expert at this. At this point nothing felt strange and any fear I had turned to passion. We 69'd for about 15 minutes straight... getting closer and closer. My 15 year old body was experiencing real adult female pleasure!!!. Then... she put her finger inside me like she had the week before and that was it... I couldn't hold out any more... I exploded into her mouth... cumming for what seemed like forever.
I thought, 'OK... two can do this,' so I put my middle finger inside her pussy as she rubbed her clit over my mouth... I fucked her hard with it... and suddenly her thighs started shaking violently... her head lifted up... and she moaned out loud... 'Ohh fuck... fuck... Ahhh... Eat me, Christine... AAHHSSSNNNNNNN YESSSSS!!!!!!! I held her tight to my mouth... she was squirming all over the place.. her thighs squeezed my head! Then... she pushed her pussy right over my mouth... and I had never ever heard of this... but all of a sudden, juice... like a THICK creamy juice.. started coming out of her pussy and began filling my mouth!! Oohh... I didn't know women did this... it was so good! I let Connie cum right in my mouth until she was all done... It wasn't alot of cum... not like a guy... but it was ... mmmm... such a nasty feeling... what I did! I sucked ALL of her juice in... and made sure I swallowed every drop while she kept her pussy platered over my face. Well, I didn't get ALL of it... I exxagerate. During this whole time, rubbing herself off on my face, she had totally soaked my chin and my nose and my cheeks too... so I missed some.
When she had finished cumming and making me cum, she lay down beside me, and stroked my baby breasts tenderly as I cuddled in her arms. I put my head on her shoulder and just conked out for a short while. Finally I realized I better move and get home or Mom would wonder where I was. I kissed her... and we started kissing some more like before, with our tongues. Connie then asked me if it was OK... if I had liked everything. I nodded with a big smile. I told her it was such a weird sensation when she sucked my clit and put her finger inside me at the same time! Just like she'd done the previous week. That the combination of her licking my clit and fingering me makes me come in an instant.
I confessed that it turned me on to eat her, too! She groaned and moved my hand to her pussy, and told me to give it another try... the talk had made her all horny again. The poor lady! OK... I should help her I figured. Her vagina was so wet that my middle two fingers went right in. She then told me that a woman can stretch open very wide ... to not be so gentle .... she gave me a quick baby lecture (that I knew already). So I fucked her hard with two fingers. She kissed me harder, and then moved her hand down and put her middle finger inside herself along with mine and told me to do it even harder! I did. We kissed... and we "fucked her" together, until we made her get off again really nice. I could tell she liked it, because her legs shuddered again and she "creamed" my fingers just like she'd done before in my mouth.
I told her I should get going, but she was insatiable. She said, not until she repaid me. She carefully put two fingers inside me as her thumb rubbed my clit. She sat up and seemed very intrigued with my pussy. I watched her look at me as she moved her fingers in and out really fast. She must have really enjoyed having sex with someone as young as me ... I think my 95 pound body was a turn on. She stared and kept licking her lips while she fingered me really hard. Letting her look at my pussy, as her fingers worked themselves in and out, made me start to cum really, really hard ... waves swept over me coming from deeper than I'd ever felt... it was the longest orgasm yet.
I collapsed, totally exhausted. She kissed me on the lips and told me she loved me. I smiled at that and kissed her back, but couldn't bring myself to tell her the same thing. I knew I loved what she did to me... but I didn't know about loving HER. I lay there thinking how much I would dread waiting another week to see her!
That was it. I think it was that whole sequence of events that turned me into a full fledged lesbian, without me even knowing it at the time. I met Connie almost every week for the rest of High School. She was my only lover. It stopped when I went away to college. I never saw her again. I was too embarrassed to look her up, figuring I had "outgrown" it. Looking back, I probably should have kept in touch.
Love,
Christine
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Mailen the Birthday Princess
by Risa Lyn (aka risa187)
Story Code: Mg,Fg,MFg, 1st time, oral
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, if stories about underage
teens having consensual sex with older adults or teens their own age
offends you or is illegal in the state/country you live in please stop reading.
To those who enjoy stories like this please read on and enjoy. Leave a comment
at the following email address: [email protected]
The entire story can be found at: http://www.asstr.org/~Risa_Lyn/
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The must have thing for girls this year was a fancy dress called "The Little Princess". It
came with a crown, a small scepter, and long gloves. It was the most demanded item for
girls aged 5 to 13. Of course it was the main thing little Mailen wanted for her birthday.
Her mother Carol wanted so badly to get it for her little girl but the price tag was a bit...
expensive.
"600 dollars? Are you smoking crack?!" she shouted as she looked at the website for the
dress. Even though the site went on and on about the special fabrics and how the crown
was made Carol's budget could not afford it.
Her husband Don hovered over her as he heard his love shout. He shook his head. Mailen
was his step daughter and he loved her with all his heart.
"Couldn't you get her an off brand version? I mean I don't think she will really care. You
know how she is; she is just as happy with the cheaper version as the real thing!"
Don did have a point. Mailen wasn't like other girl's her age. She was always a happy
girl and any gift she got she treasured as if it was the most expensive thing in the world.
Don and Carol weren't poor, but they did try to make every dollar count. Carol sighed.
"I just... I hope that maybe she will understand." Carol said with a defeated sigh as she
got off the official web site and started her hunt for the look-a-like dress.
She went on site after site, a couple times she thought she found a good looking
replacement but seeing the 1 or 0 star reviews and the comments of the finished looking
product almost falling apart after getting it out of the box or the other items that came
with the dress being made out of dollar store plastic. She was close to giving up when she
came upon a site that seemed to sell top quality stuff at great prices. She found what
looked like a good look-a-like with great comments about the quality and how much
better it seemed than the real dress. Seeing how it was only a hundred bucks and came in
different colors Carol couldn't pass this up. She ordered the white and next day delivery.
Carol sat back and hoped Mailen will like the gift.
= = =
The next day school let out and little Mailen eagerly hurried her way home. It was her
11th birthday and she couldn't wait to see what kind of things her mom and stepdad got
her. She walked in as Don lit the candles on her birthday cake. The jolly somewhat
overweight man smiled as his little girl walked in.
"Hey hey happy birthday sweet heart!" he said excitedly as Mailen walked over and gave
the man a great big hug. He kissed her forehead as Carol walked into the room with one
gift wrapped up in pretty pink wrapping paper. Mailen's face lit up seeing the box.
"Happy Birthday honey!" Carol smiled as she handed her little girl the box.
The little girl eagerly tore the paper off and opened the box. Her eyes went wide when
she saw the white dress and crown.
"Oh... My... God! Thank you thank you thank you!" the girl said, hugging her parents.
They smiled as they returned the hug.
"Go on, try it on." Don said.
Mailen looked at Carol. She smiled and nodded.
"Do you want me to help you?" Carol asked. Mailen shook her head.
"No, I'm a big girl now. I can do it!" she said as she quickly picked up the box and
carried it to her bedroom.
Don kissed Carol's cheek. She smiled.
"I'm just glad it came right before she came home. I wasn't able to really check it but the
way her eyes lit up. I think she likes it."
Don smiled.
"Of course she likes it! And I bet she will look beautiful in it!" he said. Carol smiled and
kissed him again.
= = =
Mailen happily walked into her room, closing the door behind her. She opened the box
and pulled out the dress and the other items. She laid them on her bed as she looked them
over. The dress was so beautiful. She could tell it wasn't a real "Little Princess" dress by
some of the little things. The crown looked a little different, the scepter had a darker red
jewel than the real thing and the dress it's self was sewed a little different but to the girl
this dress looked so much better than the real thing! She saw there were three extra items
with this dress she wondered might have came with the real thing.
It was a pair of black semi-sheer panties, a black garter belt, and black stockings. She
always saw these kinds of things at the mall when she would go into Victoria's Secret at
the mall. She didn't know they made these kinds of things for girls her age. She
undressed and looked at the extra items. It took her a little bit but she figured out how to
put on the garter belt and the rest. Soon she pulled the dress on and looked at herself in
the mirror. She smiled. She looked so beautiful.
As she looked at herself she felt a little funny. She couldn't really put her finger on the
feeling. The dress felt like it fit perfectly, it wasn't tight or anything but she felt warm.
The longer she stood there looking at herself the warmer her body felt. Even her
"naughty" area. She almost wanted to reach down and touch herself but soon there was a
knock at her door.
"You okay in there?" her mom asked.
"Y... yeah! Umm... go into the living room I want to show you and daddy the dress!"
As she heard her mom walk down the hall Mailen calmed herself down, making sure her
gloves were pulled up and her crown on her head strait before she walked out her room
and towards the living room.
= = =
Don and Carol sat on the couch at they waited for their little girl to enter. As she walked
in the couple gasped in amazement. Little Mailen looked so beautiful, as if she was meant
to be in that dress. Carol picked up her camera and snapped a picture. Mailen blushed.
"Moommm" Mailen whined. Don stood up and walked over to his little girl and hugged
her.
"Oh let your mother have her fun." He said as he held her close. Carol smiled as she
snapped more pictures. As he held her he thought he could smell something a bit off.
After a moment it went away. He figured it was because Carol didn't have enough time
to wash the dress so maybe it was something from the factory.
As he kept holding her he moaned. It felt so good holding the girl. She was so small, so
soft...
Mailen snuggled into the older man. Her arms wrapped around the chubby man. Her
fingers rubbing up and down his lower back though his shirt. For the moment she felt like
it was only her and Don. She felt him rubbing her shoulders. He never really did this
before. But she kind of liked it. She felt a little tingle in her private area. She didn't really
know what it was or what it meant but she kind of liked it!
Don swallowed nervously. He felt himself getting turned on! This was wrong but he
couldn't help it. His cock slowly stirred in his shorts as his hands moved down and
rubbed the child's lower back. His mind was filling with so many nasty scenes. His eyes
looked down at the top of Mailen's crowned head. She was almost at the perfect height to
suck him. He wanted to watch that little blonde head bob on his member. He wanted to
hear her slurp and suck him, feel those gloved hands rubbing his balls, trying to coax a
hot load of cum. He closed his eyes and silently prayed that Carol didn't notice anything
wrong!
Carol snapped a couple more pictures. She smiled at her husband and daughter. To the
woman they were just hugging. Even though the man and child both looked a bit flushed.
"Okay you two. Time for cake!" Carol said. Mailen let go of Don and walked towards the
dining room. Don took this moment to adjust himself.
As they walked into the dining room Don's eyes moved down towards Mailen's butt. His
mind again filling with vivid scenes. In his mind he saw the little cutie bent over, the
dress pulled up and her bare ass exposed to him.
"Come on daddy... hurry up!" she said eagerly as he got his cock between her ass
cheeks.
"Hurry upppppp!" she whimpers.
"Don? You okay?" an older female voice asked.
Don snapped back to reality. He saw that Mailen request for him to hurry was for him to
get the cake, not to fuck her ass.
"Don, come on get the cake! The Birthday Princess doesn't like to be kept waiting!"
Carol said. Mailen looked over to her mother.
"Since I am the birthday princess does that mean I'm in charge?" the girl asked. Her
mom smiled.
"Yes your highness!" Carol said giving a little curtsy before Don came back with the
cake. It was a very nice chocolate cake that had several Disney Princesses drawn on it.
After Don set it on the table and lit the candles Mailen closed her eyes and gave a silent
wish before blowing out the candles. Don and Carol clapped and cheered. Mailen smiled.
"So your highness, what is your first royal request?" Don asked. The girl giggled.
"I want a super big piece of cake!"
Carol took a knife and cut a good size bit for Mailen. As she leaned over her daughter to
hand her the place she noticed an odd smell. For a second it seemed a bit over powering
but she shook it off. Don sat across from Mailen and took a piece for him self. Mailen
dug into the very yummy cake. Don watched his little girl. She looked up at him and
smiled.
Under the table Mailen dangled her legs back and forth. As Don moved a little closer to
the table her leg brushed up on Don's. Both girl and man both giggled at the feeling.
Mailen kept rubbing Don's leg. He smiled at her as he started to do the same with her.
Mailen started to feel a little funny in her private area again. She felt Don's foot move a
little more under her skirt. She decided to do the same with him as she moved her little
foot up towards his thigh. She almost had to slump down in her seat. Don had a half
dreamy smile on his face when he felt her foot rubbing his inner thigh. Her toes were ever
so slightly getting in the leg hole. His cock grew harder. He wasn't really into feet or
anything but in his mind he saw himself getting a little foot job from her, feeling those
soft feet on his member as she rubbed them up and down. Her cute little pink toe nails
curled up, maybe lightly pinching the skin on his cock.
Mailen gave a tiny moan as she felt Don's foot up on her inner tight, his toes close to her
panty covered no-nos. It felt like it was getting warm, maybe a little wet. Was she peeing
herself? She didn't want to panic or freak out. She was the birthday princess and
princesses didn't freak out. She smiled as his toes got a little closer towards her panties.
The closer they got the warmer and wetter her little private area got.
Carol ate her piece and noticed that Don and Mailen seemed to not be eating. Mailen was
slumped in her seat while Don looked like he was spacing out. Were they getting sick?
"Are you two okay?" she asked. In an instant the two seem to jolt back in to reality again.
"Y... yeah!" Mailen said as she started to eat.
Don couldn't answer. All he could do was nod and eat. His cock was so hard in his shorts
he hoped that maybe he could just sit there; maybe it would go away on its own. But it
seemed like every time he looked up at Mailen his cock would get harder. What was
going on with him today? He never thought of Mailen in anyway but as a daughter!
After a little while, when the three were done with their cake Carol looked to Mailen.
"What now your highness?" she asked. Mailen sat and thought for a little while before
answering.
"I want to dance with daddy!" she said excitedly. Carol just smiled and nodded. She
looked over at Don who quickly tried to put on a normal smile. It seemed as though as
soon as she gave her request his cock, almost soft, was now full throbbing hard again.
"S... sure thing. Carol hun, could you put on the radio and we can go into the living
room." He said, trying not to sound like he was trying to hide anything. Carol nodded as
she got up and walked past Mailen. Once again that strong smell entered the woman's
nostrils. It seemed a little bit stronger this time. It almost made her a bit light headed.
As Carol messed with the radio Mailen walked into the living room followed by Don. He
tried his hardest to hide his erection. As Carol tried to find something to listen to Mailen
hugged Don again. He didn't want to push her away, not wanting to upset the girl on her
birthday. Soon the only station Carol could find that came in was something playing a
slow song. As the song played Don slowly danced with his little girl.
Mailen rubbed her face so close to Don's hard on. He almost felt like he would burst right
now. As father and daughter danced Carol stood up and with camera in hand started to
snap more pictures. As she was close to the two the smell came back. It made the woman
feel like maybe she was high. She tired to shake off the feeling as father and daughter
slow danced.
After a little bit Mailen moved her face to snuggle when she felt something under Don's
shorts.
"W... what's that?" she asked as she pulled back a little and looked at the man's shorts.
Don blushed. He looked over at Carol whose eyes looked a little glazed over.
"I....its nothing... how about we watch TV or something." He said, trying to move away
from the mother and daughter.
"I wanna see it!" Mailen said. Carol looked like she was coming back to normal.
"Wa... what's going on?" Carol asked in a dream like way.
"As birthday princess I command you to show me what's in your short!" Mailen said in a
commanding way. At that moment Carol fully snapped out of her buzzed state. She
looked at her husband and her eyes opened wide.
Don was fully erect! He wasn't a big man but still the idea that this older man would be
hard for an 11 year old girl! Don looked at Carol with upset worry in his eyes.
"Carol... I..." he stammered. He didn't know what to say. Really what could anyone say
in a moment like this? Mailen huffed and stomped her foot.
"SHOW ME NOW! I COMMAND IT!"
There was a part of Carol's mind that screamed to stop this. It screamed for her to yell at
Don for being a perv. To yell at Mailen to calm down.
But that rational part of Carol wasn't in control.
The idea of getting pictures of Mailen's first view of hard cock, maybe even some of her
first sexual experiences popped into the mother mind. She felt her eyes glaze over again
as these taboo thoughts flooded her brain.
Don tried to calm himself down. If this was a normal time he felt he would be able to
control what was happening. He wouldn't be hard for his step daughter; he would be able
to tell the girl to calm down. There were so many things that he felt he should be doing to
stop this.
But hearing his little girl, seeing her in that dress commanding him to show her his
throbbing cock... it turned him on so much.
He found himself hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts as he first looked
at Mailen then over to Carol. He hoped maybe his eyes were giving the woman a look
that screamed "Stop this! Help me! I don't want to do this!"
Mailen watched as her father looked like he was about to pull his shorts down. Her heart
was beating so fast as her eyes were glued to the bulge in his shorts. She held her breath.
She really didn't know what was going on or what was hard in his shorts. Her school
wouldn't do any kind of sex Ed until the children were maybe 7th or 8th grade. She didn't
know that her step father was turned on. That the hard thing she felt was his cock
throbbing. The warm wet tingle she was feeling was her vagina getting its self ready for
sex. All the 11 year old knew was that she wanted to see what her father was hiding and it
was making her feel very tingly.
Carol sat on the couch, camera in hand as she watched this scene unfold before her. It
was as if she was watching some kind of TV show she had no control over. After a
moment she felt Don's eyes on her. She looked up. The look on his eyes told the woman
everything.
The look said "I need this! I need her! And I know you want her too!"
"Mailen, sweet heart. How about we go into another room if you want daddy to show you
wants in his shorts. We don't want the neighbors or someone seeing do we?"
Mailen shrugged.
"Okay, everyone follow me to my room!" she said cheerfully as she started down the
hallway to her room. Her parents followed close by. Yeah her room was only across the
hall from the master bedroom, but in their state of mind they felt like if they didn't follow
her they would be lost in an never ending maze!
= = =
Mailen's bedroom looked like the typical little girl's room. There was a nice bed with
pink sheets and the walls were covered in posters of the shows, toys and bands she liked.
The three walked in. Mailen looked at her father as Carol still had the camera in her
hands.
Mailen looked liked she was about to say something when Don grabbed her and hugged
her tightly. She giggled as Carol snapped a couple pictures. She notices the frilly skirt of
Mailen's dress looked like it could be removed.
"Mailen, is that attached right?" Carol asked. Mailen smiled and nodded.
"Yeah I can take it off and make the dress look different! Check it out!"
Mailen stepped away from Don for a moment as she unclipped the long skirt of her dress
and put it to the side. Now it didn't look like a "princess" dress it looked more like a sexy
short cocktail dress. It was this moment Carol noticed the other thing the dress came
with.
"W... where did you get those black stockings?" she asked as Mailen went back, letting
Don hug her again.
"They came with the dress mom! Don't they look neat?" the girl giggled. Don moaned as
his hands moved down and started to fondle her little ass. Carol found herself snapping
more pictures. Mailen snuggled her head more on her father as his fingers moved to the
hem of the skirt and started to pull it up.
Mailen just smiled as Don slowly exposed the garter belt and the sexy black sheer
panties. Carol's mouth was a gasped in shock, but her finger kept snapping more and
more pictures.
"That... I..." her mom was speechless. Her little girl looked so sexy in the black under
things! She didn't think any clothing company would make something like that for girls
her age and size!
"Are you sure those came with the dress?" her mother asked.
"Yeah mom! I'll show you!"
Mailen stepped away from Don to pick up the box. Inside was the packing slip that listed
what all was sent. As she showered her mom Don's eyes were glued onto Mailen's panty
covered ass. It was sheer, the crack of her tiny ass almost in full view. As her legs were
open a little the older man could see her puffy little pussy. He couldn't be sure really but
it looked like she was wet! He gave a little pained whimper as his cock tried to push
against his shorts. His hand went down and he slowly started to stroke himself though his
shorts.
It was that point when the two girls looked over at him. Carol bit her lip. The way he was
stroking himself and looking at they little girl. He was very hard and ready! The rational
part of her mind was getting more and more muffled. She could kind of make out what it
was saying but the nasty taboo lust part of her mind was very loud and clear. All she
could do was nod.
Mailen looked at her father. She giggled. How he was holding himself reminded her of
the younger boys in her school. How sometimes they would run down the school hall
way grabbing themselves because they really had to go to the bathroom! She wondered if
that's what Don needed to do. But again, something in her told her that wasn't the case.
She walked up towards Don, looking up at him.
"Okay, now show me!" Mailen commanded. Don was about to pull his shorts down when
Carol spoke up.
"Sweet heart. Maybe you should pull them down for your father."
Mailen nodded.
"Okay sure!"
Carol got the camera ready as Mailen hooked her gloved fingers into his waist band. Don
held his breath as his little girl started to slowly pull his shorts down. Carol snapped
away. Soon his shorts were on the floor, and his cock was exposed.
"Wow, your thingy is pointy!" Mailen gasped. Carol snapped a picture of her little girl's
first look at a real life cock. Mailen looked up at Don.
"C... can I touch it?" she asked in a slight whisper. Don nodded.
Mailen slowly reached for it, taking it in her hand. He moaned when the girl's cloth
covered fingers touched his throbbing manhood. Her fingers moved up and down his
cock as her eyes were fixed on the throbbing thing. The more she stroked the more Don
moaned.
"I... I'm not hurting you am I?" the girl asked. He shook his head.
"N... no your highness, it feels so good." He answered.
Carol moaned. Watching her sweet little angel slowly stroke her stepfather was so erotic!
Watching the gloved hands rubbing up and down his length, finding the vein and lightly
tracing it for a moment. Carol just kept snapping picture after picture. She didn't care if
these could get her and Don sent to jail. She felt she had to keep a record of this! Soon
something caught Mailen eye.
"W... what's that?" she asked, taking her hand off his cock and pointing at the small
opening at the tip.
Don looked down and saw there was a bead of pre cum slowly poking out of the hole. He
didn't know how to explain it. Really he didn't know how far he should really go. It was
obvious that Mailen didn't know any sex terms. Even though in this day and age with the
internet and children being exposed to sex at a younger and younger age Mailen some
how kept herself clear of these adult things. But today all that will change. He looked
over at Carol, as if to say "Ummm help me out here!"
"Well, your highness. That is called pre-cum." Carol said as she snapped a picture of her
little girl pointing at the semi clear fluid.
"That is something that is kind of a part of making babies! Some times, when a man is
very excited his penis gets hard and pointy like it is now, and sometimes a tiny bit of cum
leaks out!"
Mailen looked up at Don.
"Did I make you excited?" she asked a huge smile on her sweet little face. He smiled
back and nodded.
"Of course, your highness! You make me very excited, just like your mom does!"
Mailen fixed her eyes back on the pre cum, now seeping out a little more. She reached
out with her gloved finger to touch it.
"Hold on!" Carol almost yelled. Don and Mailen both looked at the woman.
Did she come to her senses? Was she going to put a stop to this like she should have
almost thirty minuets ago?
"Take your gloves off honey; you don't want to get them messed up." Carol warned.
Mailen nodded, peeling them off and placing them on the little desk in her room.
Soon she was back in front of Don, her now bare hands reaching for his manhood. With
her index finger she lightly took the little bit of cum and put it close to her face. She
looked at it, using her thumb to mess with the sticky stuff a little. Soon she looked up at
her mother.
"C... can I lick it?" she asked. Carol nodded.
"Yes, just to warn you, it can taste a little salty!"
Mailen slowly took the tiny bit from her finger and licked it off. For a brief moment she
had a sour look on her face but soon licked the rest of it off her thumb.
"Not bad!" she giggled. She looked at Don's cock then back to her mom.
"Can I... lick it from there?" she asked as she pointed at his cock. A moan escaped
Carol's lips.
"You could, but I really think you should ask your father for permission. It is his cock
after all!"
Mailen looked up a Don and gave him a big smile.
"Can I like more pre cum from your cock?" she asked. Don's heart skipped a beat. The
way she asked was so cute, so naughty.
"Y...yes your highness."
Mailen looked like she was about to get on her knees when Carol stopped her.
"It might be a little easier if Don lays on the bed, wouldn't want to mess up your
stockings!"
Don nodded, laying his large frame onto the girl's bed. His cock throbbed up towards the
ceiling as Mailen got on the bed. She smiled up at her father as she started to lick his
member all over. He gasped; he had to hold back because at that moment he felt like he
could explode all over her sweet little face.
Carol licked her lips as she snapped more. Watching as her little girl's pink tongue licked
all over that dick!
"V... Very good your highness!" Don stammered. His hand reaching down to caress her
little face. Mailen looked up at him.
"Can I put it in my mouth?"
He nodded.
"Y... yes, you can suck on it, like a lollipop, just... just don't bit it okay?"
Mailen nodded. Slowly she started to take his member into her tiny mouth. He moaned as
she started to take more and more in. Her crown almost fell off her head as she started to
work her tongue all over his cock head. She moved her hand up to keep her crown on her
head as he started to guide her head up and down. Soon she got the idea and started to
suck him, moving her head on her own!
Carol snapped from every angle, ending with a shot of Mailen's ass. Carol whimpered.
Her pussy was so hot, so wet. She placed the camera down and stripped out of her
clothes. Don looked over at his now nude wife. She was so beautiful. She licked her lips
looking at him as she picked up the camera again. Don felt himself getting so close to
cumming. He didn't know what to do. He looked like he was about to say something but
soon his body decided to not wait anymore.
"Oh God!" he cried as he unloaded in her little mouth. Mailen's eyes opened wide as she
felt the large salty glob enter her mouth. She pulled back and tried to swallow as much as
she could. Carol grabbed a couple of tissues from a box that was on Mailen's dresser and
wiped away any that might dribble out. After a bit Mailen gasped. Her mouth was opened
and she was showing she drank his whole load.
"Good girl!" Carol said with a smile. She leaned in and suddenly frenched kissed her own
daughter! Mailen was shocked for the moment but she kind of liked it! Don moaned, his
cock still hard as he watched mother and daughter make out. He moved his hands down,
one rubbing his wife's exposed cunt and the other teasing Mailen's covered sex. Carol
broke the kiss and looked into her daughter's eyes.
"Lay back my love." She whispered. Mailen nodded as she lay on her back.
Don moved up, first unhooking the straps of the garter belt. Soon his fingers were peeling
the now soaked black panties. As he pulled them off her he could smell her excited virgin
pussy. She bit her lip when she saw the wet panties as he pulled them away from her legs.
"I swear I didn't pee myself!" the girl said, almost scared her parents might get mad. Don
smiled.
"No no no, you didn't pee my love. When a woman gets excited and wants to have sex,
her pussy gets it's self ready by getting real wet and hot!" Don said as he smelled the
girls little panties.
Carol took them from the man and gave them a smell herself. The adults moaned both of
them so sexually excited that they knew there would be no way they could stop
themselves. Mailen giggled as her mother picked the camera up. The girl quickly covered
her hairless sex.
"Aww sweet heart don't cover up. Let us look at your sweetness!" Carol whined. Don
nodded.
"Yeah your highness, I showed you mine, show me yours!" Dan added. Carol snapped a
couple more pictures as Mailen slowly teased the couple by removing her hand but soon
closing her legs and giggling.
After a couple more teases she soon opened her legs and kept them open. Don moaned,
stroking his cock as he looked at her puffy little area.
"Sweet heart, use your fingers, open your little pussy for daddy!" Carol said as she sat
back and showed her daughter what to do. Mailen nodded and did as her mom instructed.
Don and Carol both moaned at the sight of the sweet pink virgin flesh. Carol thought to
herself how perfect her little girl's pussy looked. It looked so delicious that Carol almost
wanted to push Don out of the way and attack it with her tongue.
"Oh my sweet little princess..." Don moaned. He quickly dove forward and started to
lick and suck on Mailen's sweet cunt.
"What are yo... ohhhhhhh!" the little girl's head tilted back and moaned as she started to
experience her first oral sex. Her hands moved down, pushing though her father's thick
dark hair as he worked his tongue all over her little slit. Her hips rolled on their own, as if
to force more of his invading organ into her tight cunt.
Carol licked her lips, snapping away with the camera. She was very thankful she bought
the large 300 gig memory card because she must have been taking hundreds of pictures.
Yes all these pictures could send her and her husband to jail for their whole lives but she
didn't care. The more she snapped the hotter and naughtier she felt. She would never put
them on line or anything like that. This was only for the use of her husband and sweet
little girl.
Don loved how sweet Mailen's pussy tasted. He worked his tongue up and down her tiny
slit as he used his thumb to find and tease her little clit. Feeling her hands on his head and
her little hips rolling on him drove him on. His hands moved to squeeze and toy with her
ass as he licked more and more.
"Ohhh daddy... don't stop!" she moaned, licking her little lips as her hips fucked her
father's face. This felt oh so good and she never wanted it to stop!
Carol smiled as she watched the hot scene before her, one hand holding the camera while
she used her other hand to rub and teased her clit. She stood up and walked over to her
little girl. Mailen looked up at her mother.
"M...mommy it feels so good!" the child moaned. Carol smiled, leaned in and kissed her
little girl deeply. This time the child's tongue entered the woman's mouth. Mother and
daughter made out as Don worked on making his little girl cum.
Carol broke the kiss as she reached down and started to fondle Mailen's chest. The girl
was still wearing the dress but she didn't mind. She could almost feel the girl's hard
nipples though both the dress and bra. Mailen smiled and moaned.
"I love you mommy."
Carol smiled, leaning down and kissing the girl's lips again. Carol could feel her
daughter's heart thumping away. She looked at the girl's sweet face as she was getting
closer and closer to her first orgasm.
"Moommmy I feel... funny." She whined, squirming a bit as Don continued to lick more
and more. Carol caressed Mailen's face.
"Just relax, it'll feel so good you'll love it!" Carol explained. Mailen nodded and tried to
relax. Her head felt like it was swimming as her breathing became quicker. Soon she
couldn't form words as she was soon driven over the edge.
Mailen screamed, pulling Don's hair as her body tightened up. Carol continued to caress
the girl's face as her pussy released her juices all over Don's mouth and tongue. A very
happy moan escaped his lips as he kept licking.
After awhile Mailen calmed down. Don moved up, getting his first kiss with the girl. She
moaned feeling his tongue enter her mouth. She tasted the some what sweet taste on his
lips. As they kissed Don moved his cock up and down her slit.
Carol watched closely. Don wasn't a very large man. To Carol he was average size. But
now seeing him rub it up and down the 11 year old's pussy it looked so much bigger and
thicker. She felt like there would be no way to stop this. She leaned over and kissed her
husband deeply.
"Please be careful." She whispered. Don nodded.
There was no way Don thought he would be doing this! He looked down at Mailen as he
kept rubbing his member up and down her wet virgin slit. He reached down and caressed
her little face.
"My little princess. Would you like to become a big girl today?" he asked.
Mailen bit her lip. She really didn't know what that meant but if it felt as good as what he
did to her with his tongue she was up for anything. She nodded. He smiled, leaning down
and kissing her one more time.
"This will hurt at first and I am sorry. But after a little bit it will feel good and I promise
you it will be the greatest thing ever!"
Mailen nodded. Carol took her little hand in hers and kissed it.
"Relax my love." She whispered to her daughter. Mailen tried her best to loosen up but as
soon as she felt her father's cock slowly push into her the girl's body tightened up a little.
Don was barley inside her when her tightened up around his cock head. His hand reached
down and lightly caressed her body as he tried to push a little more into her.
"Oh my god. You are so tight your highness! Your pussy is heaven!" he moaned, pushing
a little more.
Mailen whimpered. Don wasn't too deep inside her but feeling this throbbing thing
pushing a little more into her. Her pussy stretched around the man's member. It felt like it
was tearing her apart. Tears started to form as he pushed in more. Carol leaned down,
kissing the tears away.
"It's okay, calm down." The older woman cooed as her daughter nodded.
Don pushed in more and more. Soon he felt himself pressing against the girl's tiny
hymen. He stopped and looked at Mailen and Carol.
"Your highness, this part will hurt. I need you to relax. When you think you're ready tell
me to go, okay?"
Mailen nodded. Don stood still, even though his cock kept throbbing inside her. For the
moment it started to feel a little good. After a little while she looked at Don and gave him
a little nod.
Don lightly grabbed her hips and started to push into her. It didn't take much to tear
though the virginal flesh. Mailen screamed in pain as Don pushed a little more into her.
He stopped again as he felt maybe he couldn't go any deeper with out causing the girl
serious pain and damage.
"MOMMM IT HURTS!" Mailen screamed. Carol caressed the girl's face.
"Shhhhh its okay, calm down. The pain will go away." She reassured her daughter.
Mailen felt like she wanted to kick Don away from her, try to run and hide from the pain
somehow. Her mom took her hand into hers and squeezed it. After a little while the pain
started to fade.
Don took this as a sign to move. He slowly started to pump in and out of her. Whimpered
moans escaped the girl's lips as he pumped in and out of her. He pulled almost all the
way out of her then pushed all the way in. Her little pussy became tight around his
member.
Mailen started to enjoy this. Yes it still hurt but that was fading away. Her body was
rocked by Don's every thrust. Every movement made the girl feel so good. She couldn't
keep her eyes open as Don started to pump more and more.
Her hips started to move on their own. Her body started to crave the throbbing cock. The
more her hips move the deeper his dick went. Even though sometimes his cock would hit
something within the girl. It would hurt but also feel so good at the same time.
"Daddy... feels so good... so good..." Mailen whimpered, her hips moving more and
more. Don kept pumping.
"My sweet Princess Mailen. I love you so much!" Don moaned, pumping more and more.
Carol found herself lying next to her daughter as she fingered herself. She moved closer,
kissing her face as she pushed three fingers inside herself. Don reached over and
squeezed Carol's breasts. The woman licked her lips.
"Yes Don, fuck her, then fuck me!"
He kept pumping, feeling Mailen's legs wrap around him, pulling him into her. He felt
himself getting closer to unloading inside the sweet little thing.
"Oh Princess, I... I .... IM CUMMMING!" The man growled loudly, his final thrust
going as deep and hard as he could before exploding inside her.
At that moment his cock hit the tiny g spot hidden in the young girl, now a young
woman! Her pussy clamped down, making sure not to release the hard dick inside her till
every drop of cum was in her tiny womb! Mailen screamed out in total pleaser, her
second orgasm much more intense that the first.
Don tried to catch his breath as he looked down at sweet little Mailen. He leaned in and
softly kissed her as his cock grew soft and slowly slipped out from her. He pulled back
and smiled as he saw a sweet tired smile come across the child's face. Carol moved up,
softly kissing Mailen a little before moving down towards her daughter's freshly fucked
pussy.
"Allow me to clean you, your highness." The woman moaned before she started to lick.
Never in a million years did she think she would be eating her husband cum out of her
little girl's pussy but here she was doing just that! The child moaned.
The salty taste of his cum mixed with the tiny iron like taste of blood filled Carol's
mouth. The little burst of sweetness would cut through at times. She kept licking more
and more till she had her fill as pained whimpers escaped Mailen's lips, hinted she
couldn't take anymore pleasure tonight!
Carol got up, washing her face before returning with a warm wash cloth to clean her
child's messy sex. Mailen looked up at her mom, her eyes slowly closing. Don was
already asleep next to his little girl, his cock wet and lying on the girl's thigh. Carol lay
on the other side of her daughter and held her close, softly kissing her.
Carol wondered could things ever go back to normal after this.
= = =
The answer was no.
After that day it seemed like some long hidden lust filled flood gates opened in their
home! It seemed like a day didn't go by when Carol would come home from work to find
Don and Mailen's clothes scattered across the floor and the father and daughter fucking
somewhere in the house. It didn't surprise the woman that most times Mailen would
either have the dress on or sometimes just the crown and gloves.
Don would often be calling Mailen "your highness" or "Princess" as he worked his cock
in and out of the child's pussy or mouth. These times Carol would think about what she
should be doing.
She should stop this!
She should report this, get some kind of professional held!
She should at least yell or something!
But in a blink of an eye the woman would find herself nude, joining in on the sex filled
scene.
Mailen was becoming quite the little sex goddess. In as little as three weeks she was
riding Don's cock like a pro, sucking his throbbing member with no gagging, and gave
her mom several orgasms with that tiny tongue of hers. The little girl hardly slept in her
room anymore, instead sharing the bed with her parents. There wasn't a morning that
went by that Carol would be woken up by the lust filled moans of father and daughter
fucking or in some cases waking up to see the little blond hair girl's head between her
mother's legs, cheerfully lapping up her moms hot pussy juices.
After awhile Carol accepted that this was their lives now, and they had to keep it secret.
Mailen was very smart for her age and understood. She loved how sex felt and she
wouldn't want anything to stop her from having it with the two people she loved in the
whole wide world!
Almost a month after Mailen's birthday Carol was on her computer. There was
something that seemed to nag on her. She felt that maybe, somehow, the dress caused
them to act out their taboo acts that night. Yeah some might think that's a crazy idea but
talking with Don about it even he didn't know what came over him that night but the
couple both said something about an odd smell they both experienced.
Carol found the site she got the dress from. She saw it still sold the dress and it was still
at a very affordable price in fact it looked like the dresses were on sale! As she scrolled
down the page she saw there was an added warning. It looks like it was added several
days after Mailen's birthday:
"It has come to our attention that there have been some complaints and reports about the
"Pretty Princess" dresses that were shipped out the past several weeks have caused what
could only be called "unforeseen issues".
After some investigating we have discovered that some material used in the creation of
these dresses can cause something of an aphrodisiac like effect on the person wearing the
dress and those around the dress.
We are sorry for any problems this may have caused. We found that running the dress
though the wash several times before wearing.
Again we are very sorry and we hope this does not stop consumers from using our site!
-Management"
Carol's eyes went wide reading the message. It made her wonder how many other little
girls may have be molested or worse because of these dresses! Then again thinking back
on that night Mailen seemed like she liked it. But this leads the woman to wonder.
Was those "aphrodisiac like effects" still happening?
She did wash the dress several times since that night, mainly due to later cum stains and
other naughty juices but the smell wasn't around anymore. They did have people come
over sometime after Mailen's birthday and the girl wore the dress for them. But those
people didn't tear their clothes off and ravish her or anything. Maybe it wore off. Now all
the times Carol and Don enjoyed their little girl it was all them, not the effects of any
kind of drug or anything like that!
Carol sighed. Maybe she and Don were always messed up in the head! Maybe they
secretly lusted after their little girl for so long that the smell just unlocked it. Carol kept
looking at the site, looking at the 70% off deal they had for the dresses, the colors and
sizes...
= = =
It was the start of a three day weekend and Mailen quickly made her way home. She
already knew the next three days would be filled with so much sucking and fucking she
wondered if she would be able to walk to school the following day! Her little white
panties were already soaked. She figured her step dad would be nude in the living room
waiting for her. She would be more than happy to suck on his throbbing cock; then again
sometimes he would just get her nude and fuck her already wet pussy. When she opened
the door her eyes opened wide in surprise.
Draped over the couch was several new princess dresses of various colors and styles. On
the other couch she saw her mom had bought herself a princess dress. She had the crown
on and the scepter in hand, her legs were open and Don was nude, on his knees between
her mother's legs. He moaned, eagerly lapping away at the woman's hot pussy.
Carol moaned, licking her lips looking at her little girl as she walked into the room, smile
on her face.
"Come my dear, put on your dress and join your mother, the queen, and be serviced by
this grateful subject!" her mother moaned in a fake royal way.
Mailen smiled, picking up the new white dress and quickly putting it on to join her
mother the queen!
END
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Author: SM
Title: Buxom Mother and Daughter
Part: 6
Universe: SM, Buxom Mother and Daughter
Summary: Big-boobed mother and daughter move in across the breezeway from Greg, who goes over to offer to help. To his surprise, they want his help in many intimate ways, and so the fun begins.
Keywords: MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, f-dom/slave, M/F, humil, exhib, rom
Language: English
Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 6
(MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, f-dom/slave, M/F, exhib, rom)
By SM
This is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. You know the drill, if you're too young, or it's illegal where you live, and all that, then don't read it. How hard can it be to understand that?
Ok, if it's hard, then just skip this story anyway, just to be on the safe side.
On the other hand, if you want to, you can leave a message at the beep. BEEEP
And if you tried to leave a message, don't read this story, either. Do not pass Go and do not collect $200 dollars. Proceed directly to your psychotherapist and ask for help with your problem of reality testing. And pray that God will help all the rest of us with that problem, too. Lord, do we need that. Yes, we do.
You will need to read the first parts to get the flow of this story, so if you haven't, you can find the other parts at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/SM/Buxom_Mother_and_Daughter_Series/ . . . in case you haven't noticed, this is Part 6. If there is enough interest, going by the comments, I'll continue.
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He woke up the next morning with a naked Michelle in bed with him. She was stroking his skin gently, and he was reminded of the massage she'd given him as he'd gone to sleep. "Good morning, Sir," she smiled at him.
"Good morning." He shook his head to try to clear out some of the fogginess, but it was slow going. After getting up and staggering in for a bathroom visit, he came back, took a drink of water from the glass beside the bed, and lay back down again. She looked at him expectantly.
"Would you like coffee, tea, or me?" she asked him, still smiling. She reached out and stroked his thigh right then, which made his cock jump.
"My cock seems to want you," he grinned.
"Ok . . . works for me!" She moved her leg over his and began to rub her tits against his chest. Her nipples were already hard, her skin felt warm and silky, and her thighs were already heated up for action. That was good, since Greg wasn't moving very fast; he was in favor of her doing most of the work. She kissed him on the lips with a great deal of enthusiasm.
"Uhm . . . Sir? We didn't discuss it last night, but I was wondering if I'm your slave now," she looked at him at bit wryly.
"My only hesitance is that I'm sort of full up to the ears with slaves all of a sudden. All of you are wonderful, but I'm already wondering if I should set each slave up in a schedule. I don't know how I can have much time with each of you, and still manage the corporation. But, if Cheryl is your main dominant, it might work."
"Uhm . . . well, that's fine, Sir. I was just thinking that it would be a lot easier and less confusing, if you were also my Master, since you are married to her, that's all. That way, if you commanded me to do something, I wouldn't have to worry if it was ok with my Mistress. I'd just do what you commanded, since you're her Master, too. And, besides, Sir," she paused and blushed, "uhm . . . I've had sex with women off and on, but it's been a very long time since I had sex with a man, and uhm . . . " she looked at his cock and then at his face with desire in her eyes, and her voice trailed off.
He smiled at her and chuckled a bit. "I'm a sucker for having sex with a woman who is lusting for me. . . . ok, my new slave." She didn't exactly attack him, but she certainly acted like a woman who hadn't been fucked by a man for a long time. To his surprise, she paused after humping up and down on his cock for quite some time, and looked at him.
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"Would you mind doing something for me, please?"
"Depends . . . what?" It was a bit hard to hold his concentration, but he managed.
"I love cum on my face and on my eyes and in my hair and on my tits. When you're ready to cum, would you tell me so you can cum there? Please? I'll wear it like that the rest of the day, I promise!" She started humping him again. He nodded even though he wasn't sure he could cum all over the target area, but it was worth a try. As soon as he was getting close, he said, "ok! Ready to cum!"
She pulled off of his cock and laid down, trying to get positioned where he wanted her, and he scrambled up and started jerking his cock, aiming in the general direction of her face. His first spurt hit her under her left eye, and the next hit her bangs . . . and the third hit her right cheek about midway down. That was about all he had, so he fell back down on the bed, breathing a bit hard.
"If this keeps up, I'd better get in back in shape," he thought to himself remembering that he's rarely gotten enough exercise in recent months. "Or, maybe we need another guy in this family."
In the meantime, she had clapped her hand to her pussy and cum with a great deal of quiet squealing, and then was cooing and rubbing his cum all over her face, and managed to get enough out of what he had shot onto her to rub some on each of her nipples and on her boobs.
"Thank You, Master! Thank You!" she said to him and continued to rub and coo.
"You're welcome," he said between breaths. "When you can, though, I'd like some of that coffee you mentioned."
"Oh yes, Master!" and she hopped up and ran briskly out of the bedroom, naked and adorned with his cum and apparently unconcerned about that. He thought to himself how very arousing that would normally be, but his body just needed some time to catch up, so he concentrated on getting his breath back.
She apparently had to brew the coffee, so he had almost started snoozing again when she returned with a tray, an obviously full coffee carafe, a coffee mug, and a creamer cup to the side. It didn't look like it had cream in it, though, since it was clear.
"I know you like rum with your coffee sometimes, Master, so I brought some, and I'll be happy to put it in for you, if you'd like. Your wife said not to bother with sugar and all that, that you don't like it, so I didn't bring any, but if you'd like anything else I'll get it for you." She set it on the table beside his bed. She was still naked, and his cum had dried in her hair and on her face and boobs, and she smiled at him happily.
"She's right about that. I'm not into sugar in my coffee. Rarely, I use some cream. Hold off on the rum until I drink my first cup of coffee, though, thanks."
"Yes, Master," handed him his coffee, and then put her knees on the floor beside the bed and leaned onto it next to his legs, making sure not to jiggle his coffee. He couldn't resist but to reach out and stroke her hair. When he did, she smiled even more and some tears came to the corners of her eyes.
"Thank you, Master." He didn't say anything, just stroked her silky blonde hair, running his fingers through it, although he did try to avoid the spot in her hair that was coated with his cum, since he knew she wanted to keep it more or less intact as it was. She started making a sound which was very much like purring, and laid her head close to his leg, her arm and hand cuddling his leg up to her mouth, where she kissed his skin gently. He continued to stroke her and she purred and kissed his leg lightly.
Neither of them said anything for quite a long time.
Greg found that he enjoyed the quiet and enjoyed caressing her. She refilled his coffee once, and he moved his nose in a gesture toward the rum creamer cup, so she added that. Then, she returned to her former position and picked up her purring and he returned to his caressing as though it had not really been interrupted.
Eventually, however, even this wonderful experience had to find an end, and there was a gentle knock at the door. "Master?" Candi's voice came through the door.
"Come in," he said, mentally sighing a bit, but smiling at her when she entered.
"Your wife and my mom asked if you'd like them to start preparing breakfast, and so I was thinking that . . . uhm . . . if you wanted me an' Alice to wash you in either the shower or the bath . . . uhm," she blushed a bit, obviously feeling a bit awkward about how to ask him.
"That sounds good . . . both of them . . . and I'd prefer the shower," he said.
"They said to ask if . . . uhm . . . they were planning to cook . . . " and she went through the breakfast menu " . . . if that's ok, Master, Sir." She ended with a smile, apparently feeling good that she'd remembered the whole list. After all there were 6 people eating there now, so meals were not as simple as for 2.
"Sounds great! I'll meet you in the shower after you tell them it's fine."
She turned around and started to yell, "HE SAID . . . <her voice dropped> . . . oh, shit!" and then she closed the door and they heard her walk away. Both he and Michelle laughed.
"Thank you for a wonderful time this morning, Master. I will remember it always." She said to him.
"Thank you for a wonderful time this morning, as well, my new slave. I can barely remember what day it is, though, so I won't promise that I'll always remember it," he replied grinning at her. She giggled and helped him up, giving him a kiss. "I'll always remember you, though, my slave," he told her. She blushed at that.
He walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where he found Candi and Alice, naked and kneeling on the floor. The roomy shower was running and steam was coming out from its open glass doorway, splashing a bit on the floor. As soon as he walked up to them, Alice hopped up and said, "Right this way, Master," and ushered him in. Before he stepped in, though, he checked the temperature of the water. "Just a bit hot," he told them, so he turned it down a bit. It wouldn't do to come out looking like a lobster.
"Sorry, Master," they chorused. He stepped in and thought that it was a good thing it was one of those large roomy showers. He wasn't exactly thin, and while Alice wasn't big breasted, Candi's boobs did take up a fair amount of space. He discovered after he got wet all over as they stepped in, it was sort of like a slick and sexy version of bumper cars, and he liked their boobs touching his skin. They had apparently planned it out, so Candi asked him to bend down so she could shampoo his hair and beard, while Alice bend down and started washing his lower legs and feet. He found it amusing when she asked him to lift one of his feet so she could wash the bottom to find himself in the rather awkward and a bit wobbly position of bending over with one foot off the ground. Luckily he didn't have to stay that way very long.
Candi went down his body and Alice came up, planning to meet in the middle, but that wasn't all. After Candi had thoroughly washed and rinsed his cock and balls, and Alice had similarly attended to his ass, Candi took his cock in her mouth, and Alice started kissing his ass. After the initial surprise, he found their double-barreled attention quite enjoyable, and in spite of himself, his cock got a bit hard. He could tell, however, that he wasn't going to be able to cum after all the sex he'd had recently, so he just enjoyed the ride so to speak for a bit. Then he told them they had done very well, but he was too tired to continue for the moment, so he did a final rinse and stepped out. They followed him and toweled him off quite vigorously, obviously enjoying themselves a lot. He thanked them and Candi asked if they could shower then, so he let them, wrapped a towel around his waist and went out.
On the bed was a set of casual clothes, which seemed to fit his mood, so he put them on and went out to be with the others. He could hear Candi and Alice moaning in the shower as he passed by, so it seemed clear they were enjoying themselves sexually, too.
Breakfast was very relaxing, both the food and the conversation were good. The previous events had been very exciting and there was an atmosphere of opening new doors. They moved to the living room area to let the food settle, sipping some coffee or tea, depending on their preference. His brunette wife sat down in an armchair to his right, and blonde Michelle sat on the floor next to her knee. Melissa, her black hair shining, sat on the chair to his left which was closest to the kitchen so she could serve everyone, after Alice and Candi took up ownership of the floor on either side of Greg's legs. Greg noticed that Alice's curly hair was almost red in the light reflecting from the morning sun through the window, which was a contrast to Candi, whose hair wasn't quite as black as her mother's.
"I think we all need to talk anyway," Greg said to open up the conversation. "I am pleased to have 4 new slaves in addition to Cheryl, but that brings up a problem. The problem is, of course, time and energy. I can't work with all of you all the time and I don't think I can keep up sexually either, even though I think you're all very sexy. It helps that Michelle is also Cheryl's slave, but it's still a problem."
"We went a long time without ANY Master, . . . uhm . . . heheh, Master. So, we'll just have to learn how to share you. We do appreciate you being willing to share him, Cheryl, in the first place," Melissa said. Cheryl smiled, sipping her coffee and patting Michelle on her head. "I get something out of this, too, after all," she replied.
Greg continued. "Well, I'm going to try to take time with each of you each week, but I know that means that you won't get all of your slave needs met. Until we can work out a long term way, Thursdays will be spanking day--or that evening will be--so you can be sure you get the punishment you need generally each week. However, that's not going to work all the time, so if one of you gets bitchy, then I'll spank you or punish you as needed. Of course, Cheryl can spank or otherwise punish her slave-michelle anytime she feels it's needed." There were nods around the room, as everyone seemed to think that was a workable plan.
"Sexual needs are going to be a bit harder to keep up with, pun intended," and they giggled at him. "I'm a horny guy, but I'm not young anymore, so I can't keep up a pace of heavy sex all the time--most of the time, I can at least cum once a day, but not always even that. So, here's what I came up with for all of you," he paused and sipped his coffee. "Each of you has fantasies which have not been fulfilled. So, every month or so, I'll ask one of you to tell us your fantasy and if it's something we can do, we'll carry it out. I'm sure Melissa won't be opposed if I put some money into a special fund for that." She smiled at him and shook her head.
"Today, I had already promised Candi that I was going to hypnotize her, so I'm going to do that this afternoon, after I do some managing of the corporation. But, tonight, one of you gets to fulfill a fantasy, and since Michelle was last to become my slave, she gets the first turn." Michelle's eyes grew wide, and she blushed and then looked at everyone, giggled and told them her favorite fantasy.
Hypnotizing Candi was easy for Greg, since she was so willing. It just took him awhile to settle her down enough to focus. He set the anchor for cumming on command, and then started the lactation process, which had been one of Candi's requests. Candi had read that it was possible to start lactating even without pregnancy, so she wanted to experience that. Even with hypnosis, it takes a bit for a woman's body to start lactating, but not long if they get enough suction each day. Alice was appointed to make sure that she got enough. They both were very excited about that. When he counted Candi back up out of the trance, she danced around thanking him, and then danced in a circle with Alice. He grinned and caught her eye and mouthed, "cum" to her, and she almost fell down from her orgasm. She was very pleased, and ran out to tell her mom.
The silver buttons on Michelle's collar gleamed brightly in the streetlight, and her hard nipples showed through thin black fabric of her low cut blouse without restriction of a bra. She followed Greg and Cheryl from the car to the porn shop with Cheryl holding her leash, trying not to slip on her 7-inch heels. She was used to wearing heels, but these were a tad higher than she was used to. She could feel her hips swinging inside her black miniskirt with matching black panties, and she knew that they were visible to pretty much anyone who looked at her. That meant all the people inside, as soon as they entered the porn shop since the doorway was several steps above the main floor, and the low whistles made her blush. She put her head down and followed Cheryl closely, her blonde hair covering at least part of her face. They had told her they were going to check out some slave videos and toys before they went across to the strip bar across the street. They went toward the back of the store where the kinky slave videos were, with Michelle growing hotter by the second.
A guy sauntered up and surreptitiously glanced every now and then at Michelle's crotch. He was maybe a bit older than she was, dressed casually but nicely, brown hair, clean shaven, looked fit and a bit muscular. When they walked by him, he looked at Greg and Cheryl, nodding sideways toward Michelle. "Nice collar! And nice looking legs!" he said grinning.
Greg grinned, and Cheryl said, "She is rather nice looking all over to me. I especially like the way she looks on her knees."
"I'd like to see that!" the guy said, smiling even broader.
"It can be easily arranged," Cheryl said grinning. She turned Michelle so her back was toward the guy and said, "Down, slut!" quietly but firmly. Michelle immediately blushed from the humiliation and dropped down on her hands and knees, her mini-skirt automatically riding up on her ass, revealing more of her black panties and ass. She'd noticed when she'd put them on that they showed a lot of her ass, and even some wisps of her pubic hair from around her cunt. She'd asked Cheryl if she should shave, and Cheryl had told her no, because showing her pussy hair was part of her humiliation. Her black top rode up on her back a bit and hung down in front showing her bra-less cleavage to Greg and Cheryl, her boobs quivering a bit with her excitement. It was short enough that the guy might have been able to see the bottom of her boobs showing below. "Here we go!" she thought to herself.
The guy stared at her ass, swallowed and whistled very quietly, then looked around to see if anyone was nearby or watching. Several people were at the checkout counter, so all the clerks were busy there, and the other shoppers were otherwise occupied.
He looked at Greg and Cheryl, and spoke very softly. "You don't suppose I could grab a feel or three of that, do you? We could slip around to the video booths--it's dark and the clerks don't care what happens back there."
Greg looked directly at him and said, "Sure. Just understand that when we say, `stop' we mean it. And that includes her--if she says stop, then you stop."
"I understand, and yes, I will stop when you say." He seemed just happy for any chance.
The doorway leading into the video hall was just past the next rack, and Cheryl told Michelle to crawl with them. Greg hung back and looked around to make sure, but nobody was looking, so he followed them on in. He didn't really want a committee evaluation on the first go.
The walls were painted black with some psychedelic lights here and there so people wouldn't trip. They could hear various sounds of people having sex coming from videos in the closed booths, and an occasional "Yeah, fuck her . . . fuck her! Fuck the bitch!" which could have been from the people watching. Greg noticed Michelle looking at her palms and sniffing them, and he realized the floor was sticky with cum that had been tracked out of booths. There was a bucket and a mop in one corner, obviously to take care of that, but it was tipped over by a small sink, so clearly it hadn't been used recently. On the first wall was a marquee with all the different available movies, indicated by channel numbers. There was also a map of the booths, about 15 of which were labeled as "only single occupancy allowed", about 15 that were "double," and there were a couple larger booths labeled as "3-4 allowed--$30 minimum." They found one of the larger booths which wasn't being used and went in. On one wall, Greg noticed, was a glory hole, which was covered for the moment.
"My name is Greg and this is Cheryl," Greg said. The guy replied, "Steve . . . nice ta' mee'cha." He shook hands with Greg, and Greg noticed that his handshake was firm and strong.
"And this is fucktoy," Cheryl said, indicating Michelle, who had her head down to try to cover her blush. Cheryl pulled her leash and Michelle obediently followed until she was in front of Steve, who had put $30 into the video machine and sat down on a padded armchair which was next to a love-seat. "Help yourself," she said to Steve, and sat down on the nearest side of the loveseat still holding Michelle's leash. The video automatically came on showing two chunky lesbians tribbing, the sound on low.
"Hi, fucktoy," Steve said to Michelle. Without raising her head, Michelle replied, "Hello, sir," in a timid voice.
Steve reached out and put his hand on the small of her back, and then slid it down her ass, squeezing a bit on the way. Michelle's head jumped slightly, but she didn't do anything to stop him, so he got braver. He slid his hand back up and pushed her mini skirt halfway up her back. She shivered a bit when his hand went across the skin on her back, and her ass wiggled. Steve flickered his eyebrows at that, and then he smiled mischievously and slid his hand back down her ass, catching the edge of her panties which slid down to reveal her curved ass. She shivered and wiggled even more enthusiastically, and Steve looked up at Cheryl and Greg, "She's a toy, alright!" All three of them laughed. Greg had the odd realization at that point, given his direct view of her pussy, that Michelle wasn't a true blonde--not that it mattered, mind you.
Cheryl reached over and pulled her panties midway down her thighs and smacked Michelle's ass lightly. "She does have a very sexy wiggle, doesn't she?!" She reached down and touched the inside of Michelle's thighs, moving them wider apart, and Michelle's pussy lips opened, wet and swollen. Cheryl fondled her pussy a bit, and Michelle squealed softly, so Cheryl reached into her purse and pulled out an 8-inch flesh-type vibrator, set it on low and thrust it into her cunt. Then, Cheryl pulled out a vibrating buttplug, turned it on and lubricated it in Michelle's pussy juices and slid it into her ass. Michelle squealed and went down on her face, her ass up in the air, with her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow.
Steve blinked several times and wiped his eyes, like he wasn't sure if he was dreaming. "Gawd is she un-believable . . . slut isn't the word."
"Well, what are you waiting for? You asked for a grab or three . . . " Cheryl asked him.
He grinned and reached out and began to fondle her ass. She wiggled toward him, cooing. His hand went between her legs and began feeling her thighs and pussy. She wiggled even more. He sat back, sweating, and looked at Greg and Cheryl. "Are you folks for real? I mean, what . . . are you pimping her out or . . . ?"
"I'm a Master with 5 slaves, and they get bored at times. I can't keep up with all their sexual needs, so every so often, when I get worn out from all that sex, I just ask one of them what fantasy they would like to fulfill and then we go and do it, assuming it's something within reach. Cheryl is one of my slaves, and fucktoy--Michelle, here--is her slave, too. `fucktoy' likes public humiliation, so her choice was to go to a porn shop on a leash and then go to a strip bar so she could dance on amateur night, and be treated like the total slut she is. I won't take any money from you, because I'm not a pimp. She wanted to check out being a glory hole slut sometime, too, but we may not have time to get that in tonight. And you came along and obviously wanted to treat her like a slut, so . . . here we are," Greg said.
"What if I want to do more? . . . like, make her give me a blow job, or fuck her? Or use my belt on her or make her strip and masturbate for me . . . or . . .?"
Greg shrugged. "As long as you don't cause permanent damage, you're good. All those things are within bounds. If you have a doubt, you can just ask her. If she says she'll do it, then you're good. If she doesn't know if it's ok, she'll ask me. The only reason Cheryl and I are here now is that this is her first time doing this, so we're here to make sure it goes well. She usually works in an office. When she tells me she feels safe, we'll head over to the strip bar and let you . . . uh, handle things," he grinned.
"You look like a decent guy, and even more so since you asked so courteously," Cheryl added. "So, I'll bet you're just a horny guy who hasn't gotten sex for a good while. Nothing wrong with that, and fucktoy will likely enjoy it just as much, won't you, fucktoy?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm aching to be used like a whore, and Mr. Steve seems fine to me," she moaned and whimpered, almost breathless from arousal. Her whole body was trembling along with the vibrating toys in her pussy and ass, and it looked like she'd cum if anyone even touched her.
"Well, then, we'll just leave you to it," Greg said. "We'll be across the street having a few drinks at the bar, so if you want to come on over there and fucktoy can dance for the amateur night contest, we'll even spring for the drinks. We're celebrating tonight. Yesterday was my birthday."
Steve just nodded, his mouth still half-open, like he couldn't believe his luck. "She has my cell phone number if you need to reach me," Greg said, pointing to his pocket which contained his cell phone, and he and Cheryl got up and went out.
They went across the street, and into the bar. Cheryl was smiling, so he gave her a questioning look. "Well, that just seemed to work out well. Unless we're totally off, he's a good guy, and she'll get royally fucked." He nodded in agreement and they went in.
They had a few drinks and Greg was tipping pretty big, so even though they were at a roomy table in a corner, they got lots of attention. Melissa had handed him one of her stacks of twenties before they'd left, so they had plenty to work with. He had a corporate bank card with a $50,000 limit too, so he wasn't worried about running out of money. Not long after they'd spent several hundred dollars, the manager came over and introduced himself, and chatted a bit. They ordered some food from the bar menu, and after 3 drinks, Cheryl started tipping the strippers herself for table dances. A couple of them even sat down on her lap, and the manager just grinned and turned his deliberately turned his head, and covered his eyes as if to say that pretty much "anything goes" at their table. So, Cheryl started getting kisses and fondling some of the strippers, which they seemed to like. A couple of them asked if she wanted to go to the back "for a private dance," so eventually she picked one she liked and went back. She came back and reached her hand to Greg under the table, something in her closed fist. He opened his hand, and she opened her fingers to give him her wet panties, which he just slipped into his pocket. He knew that meant that the dancer had sucked her cunt until she came.
Some time when by, but they had enjoyed the drinks, so they hadn't been tracking how long it had been, and Greg saw Steve and Michelle come into the bar looking around. He waved at them, catching Steve's eye, and they came over and sat down. Greg had to politely ask a couple of the dancers to move so they could use their chairs. They got up looking a bit pouty, because of the free drinks and table dances they were getting, and glared at Michelle like she was competition.
And, no doubt about it, she was. Michelle absolutely radiated sex from every hip-swinging step and her collar barely outshined her smile in the flickering light of the strip bar. She skirt looked fine, as though she'd just taken it off when the going got going in the video room so it didn't get too wrinkled or dirty, and she had pulled it down so it wasn't showing so much of her panties. Her leash was not attached, although Steve handed it privately to Cheryl along with the buttplug and vibrator when they sat down, which she put into her purse. Greg waved at one of the topless waitresses, and gestured toward the two of them and then mouthed the word "on me" to her, since the music was too loud. She bent over and took their orders while all of them got a good look at the glitter on her pretty tits, and Greg mildly wondered if she danced on nights when she wasn't serving. In fact, he wondered if she served in other ways away from the nightclub, then caught himself, remembering that he had too many slaves to keep up with already.
Cheryl and Michelle were talking with each other, and Steve sat there smiling, then leaded over toward Greg. "Man, have you got a good thing goin'!" he said, shaking his head chuckling.
"I can't argue with that," Greg said.
"You wouldn't be interested in staying in touch after tonight would you?" Steve asked.
"Sure. I don't have anything to hide, and I make enough money not to worry about what other people think. If I make a friend at a nude bar, that's fine with me."
Steve said smiling, "Well, you seem like great people, and man o' man o' man is that woman sexy!"
"Can't argue with that, either," Greg grinned back. "But, you'll have to understand that she's my and Cheryl's slave."
"Yeah, I can handle that . . . I'm not sure I understand the whole slave thing--it's new to me in real life--but I can accept it. I've read it in porn stories and seen it in vids, but didn't know it was all that real. She sure got hot when I spanked her, and she begged me for more. That was . . . just . . . yeah!" he finished, almost blushing, not knowing what words to put to it. He looked like he had more to talk about, but it was hard to have a conversation with the loud music.
Cheryl and Michelle were thick as thieves in their conversation, both of them smiling broadly, and Michelle was waving her hands around in small excited movements in front of her, and Cheryl laughed sometimes at whatever she said. Greg ordered another round for everyone, and noticed that the dancers were sitting nearby, looking morose at the interruption of their dancing and tips.
"You should ask for a table dance," he told Steve.
"I didn't bring that much money with me, sorry." So, Greg just pointed at 2 of his favorite strippers, and crooked a finger to bring them in. They brightened up and came over, and he negotiated a bit, pointing his nose at Steve. They argued with him smiling, and then he handed gave them some bills. The next song started about then, so they positioned themselves in front of Steve and started stripping. Steve laughed and raised his glass toward Greg, took a drink, and watched their writhing bodies as they pulsed to the music, more skin appearing every moment.
He noticed, though, that when Cheryl started watching one of the big-boobed strippers up on the danceway, Michelle turned around and noticed that Steve was intent on the strippers. Her face suddenly took on a look of dismay, then swallowed and blushed, and stirred her drink with her finger, toying with the ice.
"Ah," Greg thought to himself. "She's jealous. Steve was a big hit, it seems."
It wasn't much later that the DJ announced that the amateur contest for the $500 prize was about to begin, so if "any of you local ladies want to enter, just come back thru the curtain on the left side of the bar, and we'll get you ready!" Michelle brightened up and looked at Cheryl, who just nodded and smiled at her, then she looked at Greg, who also nodded and smiled, and then she looked at Steve, who laughed and raised his hand to applaud her, nodded sideways toward the curtained doorway, mouthing the words, "Go on! Win!" Michelle smiled, got up and hurried back to the curtain and disappeared.
Greg noticed that she looked anxious until Steve's response and he noticed that it didn't get by Cheryl, either. Cheryl looked at him, and smiled and winked. He nodded back.
The contest was interesting because everyone knew the dancers were not professional strippers, but on the other hand, some of the women who entered had wanted to be strippers but weren't sexy-looking enough to get a job, so they still weren't sexy looking when they danced that night. Then there were some who were probably housewives who thought it would be cool, but they didn't know how to move on stage. The club--or the other strippers--had loaned them various skimpy dresses or costumes and garters, so they looked like they didn't fit all that well. Neither of those groups knew how to focus inside themselves so as to draw the on-lookers focus onto them as well. The result was they just sort of looked lewd, in a disconnected sort of way. An assortment of each came on stage and at times, they were interesting, but none of them grabbed the crowd. The guys tipped them mostly out of courtesy, although a few of them, probably husbands or lovers, tipped them more than once and applauded them. The crowd was pretty good with giving them an applause at the end of their dances, no matter how good they were.
That is, until Michelle appeared.
She stepped out from the beaded entrance onto the stage and stood with her legs spread, upright and solid as stone until the music started. In contrast to the others, she still wore the black outfit she had come in wearing with only the addition of a black garter--including her collar and her leash which she had obviously gotten back from Cheryl without Greg noticing. Her mini-skirt was pulled up high and her inner thighs and black panties looked like they were soaked, judging from the sheen reflected in the light--and knowing what had happened before, Greg was sure they were. All of her exposed skin almost glowed in the light, and her muscles quivered, as though every fiber vibrated with sexual hunger, and she licked her lips like a she could already taste their lust.
And lust they did. Everyone in the club watched her strut to the measured beat of the drum and bass, and then she bent forward, her boobs compressed between her arms, her elbows tight to her sides and her hands holding the leash, reaching out as if desperate for someone to take her, reaching out and calling with one forefinger, then the other, calling them to her, her face the very soul of begging and pleading. No Siren of old had ever pulled more, and there was almost a race between the onlookers to reach up with their dollar tips, and one chair even got accidently knocked over unnoticed. She strutted down the dance top, collecting dollars and even larger bills from those hands, teasing with her leash. Then her panties began to somehow slip down her thighs with pulses of her hips. When her pussy appeared, it literally glistened in the flickering light, and instead of cheering, the crowd of both men and women actually moaned.
She strutted and whirled gracefully sensuous, her miniskirt fell unnoticed, and suddenly her black top began to come apart between her breasts. That brought a cheer from the crowd this time, and she began to wiggle it off, somehow tearing it apart, until she was wearing only pieces of cloth around her arms and a torn strip across her back, her collar and leash, her garter and her panties, which were around her thighs. Then she put her legs together and let her panties slip down to her knees, then bent down and opened her legs very hard at one of the loud beats of the music--and reaching down, she tore her panties apart. Another cheer rose from the crowd, and then she bent over and looked straight at Steve, reached out as though to give him her leash, licked her lips and blew him a kiss--and turned and strutted out through the beaded entrance with the scraps of her panties around her ankles and strips of her clothes falling off of her body, her shining ass wiggling as the song ended.
The crowd went nuts. They demanded an encore, but the DJ held them off, saying there were two more contestants. There was a loud groan in response, and the DJ tried to get them to give "these next two sexy ladies a fair chance," so they settled a bit and waited for the next to start.
They were polite and tipped her fairly, and if she hadn't followed Michelle, she might have been one of the contenders. And the same with the next one--in fact, it seemed that the club had picked those last two as who they had thought would be the best, which is why they held them for last, so onlookers would leave with a good impression.
But, they weren't expecting Michelle, and the manager said so when they brought her out, wearing a silk robe which barely covered her ass and pussy, since obviously her clothes were no longer in their original pieces. He asked her if she had worked as a dancer before or had ever danced at a strip bar before, and she shook her head, which brought a gasp of surprise, especially from the dancers who worked there.
"Now, that's what I call a STRIP TEASE! She can come to work for us anytime!" waving a strip of what was left of her black top, and the crowd cheered their agreement--even the women, Greg noticed--as he gave her the $500 prize in cash.
Two of the bouncers came up to escort her back to the table so she wouldn't get mauled, then crossed their arms and stood nearby simply looking at all the men who were trying to come up to talk with her. This dissuaded them, so they began to leave a few at a time. Her eyes were bright and smiling, when she came up. Steve was nearest and reached out for a hug, and she squealed and jumped into his arms, and kicked her feet like a teenage, making him hold her weight. He did so easily, and he kissed her and then she went around and hugged and kissed Cheryl and said something to her, and Cheryl laughed and replied. Then she reached out and hugged Greg, putting her mouth close to his ear. She told him he was the greatest Master ever, and that she was having the time of her life, and that she would never have had the courage before without him and Cheryl, "thank You, thank You, thank You, Master."
He laughed and kissed her, then asked, "How did you get your top and panties to come apart?" She giggled and said in his ear, "I cut them just a bit here and there before I went out, and used by fingernails to help them tear. I've been thinking about this for a very long time, Master." He laughed, and nodded at her, "Good one!"
When they had all sat back down, the waitress announced that there "were numerous gentlemen, and one lady" who would like to buy Michelle a drink, so she asked if she could share, and she said "sure", so she just had everyone's drinks refilled at their table.
Steve leaned over and asked Greg, "How many times has she won that?"
"First time she's ever been to a strip bar," he replied. Steve sat back looking shocked.
"You mean she's never danced before? . . . I mean like this?"
"Nope," Greg shook his head in reply.
"Has she been in dance, like modern dance, or something?"
"Not that I know of. Why don't you ask her? And tell me what she says. That way I'll know for sure, too."
Steve leaned over toward Michelle, and asked her several questions and she blushed and shook her head each time. He looked astonished, and said something more. She blushed, and tried to hide her eyes behind her blonde hair, taking a lock and putting it in her mouth like an embarrassed teenager. Steve leaned back to Greg.
"Never even had a dance lesson, and never danced in front of anyone before ever," he told him. Greg laughed and nodded. "I told her that she could dance for me anytime," Steve continued.
"Ah, that's what made her hide her eyes," Greg thought to himself.
The club stayed open for a good while longer, and people came up to congratulate and compliment Michelle off and on. Since they came up one at a time, and were courteous, the bouncers let them through. Several of them asked if they could buy her torn panties and looked disappointed when she told them she'd thrown them away already. One rather chunky women with big boobs came up and complimented her, as well, and Michelle told them later that the gal had told her that she'd love to have a weekend with her sometime "for lots of pussy sucking and other fun stuff," and gave her a card with her phone number. The bouncers complimented her, too, when nothing else was going on.
Finally, things wound down, so Greg asked one of the bouncers to order them a couple of cabs--one for him and the women, and one for Steve--since they'd had so much to drink, and the manager came over.
"Thanks for dropping in . . . the cabs are on us, and please bring her back sometime soon!" nodding toward Michelle.
Steve handed Greg his card on the way to his cab, saying "Thanks for everything! Give me a call if you want to get together again."
When Greg got home and looked at it, he laughed aloud. Cheryl and Michelle looked questioningly at him.
"He's a cop of sorts--but not vice--does financial investigations for the DA," he explained.
They were all tired, so they all went to their own beds for a change. As they were getting in, Cheryl gave Greg a huge hug and kiss, and thanked him for an incredible evening. Then they were both asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.
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Author: SM
Title: Buxom Mother and Daughter
Part: Part 2
Universe: SM, Buxom Mother and Daughter
Summary: Big-boobed mother and daughter move in across the breezeway from Greg, who goes over to offer to help. To his surprise, they want his help in many intimate ways, and so the fun begins.
Keywords: MFF, exhib, male-dom/slave, moth/dau, hypno
Language: English
Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 2
(MFF, exhib, male-dom/slave, moth/dau, hypno)
By SM
A work of fiction for adult entertainment. You know the drill, if you're too young and all that, don't read it.
If you want to, you can leave a message at the beep. BEEEP
And if you tried to leave a message, don't read this story, either.
Greg got a call the next morning about 10. He was in the middle of fixing a computer, and got to the phone a bit slowly, as his hands were tangled up with wires leading to the motherboard.
"Hello, Master," he heard Candi's voice.
"Hello, there, slave-candi."
"slave-candi! I love the sound of that. Master? Do you have time to come over? Mom, I mean slave-melissa, has the money for you for putting everything together for us, and she wants to talk about a business thing with you, if you have time. And, I was hoping for another lesson in how to be a good slave, Master, Sir! Do you have time to come over?"
"One of the things you might want to learn is to let me talk every now and then when you ask questions."
"Oh. The `motor-mouth' thing--Alice is always telling me that I can't shut-up. I'm sorry, Master, really I am. I'm just so excited to be your slave that I . . . uhm, I'm just excited, Master. I'm sorry. Do you have time to come over?"
"I will have time after I finish installing this hard drive in this computer."
"Yes, Master, thank you. When will you be finished?"
"Probably in about an hour, or so. Physically plugging it in is easy. Getting it set up to fit this system may not be so easy."
"Kinda' like me, huh, Master? Physically plugging it in me is easy, I mean . . . get it? . . . ok, sorry, bad joke."
He laughed for a bit. "Actually, that's very funny! You have a quick turn of mind, my slave. You catch me off guard sometimes."
"Heheh . . . thank you, Master."
"Let me finish this, and I'll be over. While I'm working on it, do your pump assignment every 15 minutes."
"YES, MASTER! But, I can't cum, right?"
"No, you can't cum, that's right."
"Yes, Master. I will be ready to report when you come over."
The hard drive installed easier than usual, so he went over to their apartment across the breezeway in less than an hour. Melissa met him at the door, and as soon as he stepped in and the door closed, she bowed at his feet.
"Welcome, Master. Please instruct me as to how you would like me to greet you when you arrive."
"Bowing to me is a good start. I'll instruct you further as we go along. I may want different greetings at different times."
"Yes, Master." She remained bowed.
"You may rise, slave-melissa. Get me a drink--the rum and coke is fine until I find out what else you have--and I'm going to sit down and put my feet up. Get yourself a drink, too, and come and rub my feet. I understand you have something to talk with me about, so you may discuss it then."
He went into the living room and sat down and put his feet up on the ottoman that had appeared from under all the boxes. The room had changed considerably, most of the boxes had been sorted and there was only a stack of about 10 of them in the corner left to unpack. There were pictures sitting around the floor, obviously waiting to be hung, but the furniture was basically open for use. Melissa came back in with a tray with 3 glasses on it.
"I hope you don't mind if I went ahead and made Candi's drink, too, to make it simpler, Master. She'll be out in a moment. She is pumping her cunt with a vibrator and confessing to being a lot of very sexy and nasty things," she said, smiling.
"No, I don't mind." He took a sip and found his drink medium strong. Candi came out of her room, sweating and wearing only a t-shirt with one of her boobs out over the top, and bottomless, her lack of panties obviously showing as the t-shirt didn't even reach to her waist. She bowed just to the side of where Melissa was taking his shoes off to rub his feet, and said, "Master, may I report?"
"Yes, my slave."
"I did my assignment every 15 minutes, Master. I pumped my cunt and confessed that I'm a slut, a nasty cunt, a cheap whore, a cumdump, a cock-sucker, a slave, a fucktoy, a cunt-licker, a sex toy, and a pain-slut. There was only one problem, Master."
"What was that, my slave?"
"I got carried away, so I came once about 20 minutes ago. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm just so excited today. Please punish me."
"Ah, yes. You do get carried away at times. Bring me that crop I saw in your stuff yesterday, and bring some of your panties."
"Yes, Master." She hurried away and brought back what he had asked for. He took the panties and set them aside.
"slave-melissa, are you wearing anything under your robe?"
"No, Master."
"Good. You can return to rubbing my feet after I punishment her." He moved his feet off of the ottoman. "Lay down face up on this, with your head down to this side," he commanded Candi.
"Yes, Master," and she did as he'd instructed.
"slave-melissa, take off your robe and sit on her face, your cunt over her mouth and start using her mouth to get off. "
"Yes, Master." If this bothered Melissa, he couldn't tell.
"slave-candi?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Lick and suck slave-melissa's cunt and make her cum. If you stop or get too rough or do anything to make her uncomfortable, then I'll start your punishment over from the beginning. Is that clear? And you will tell me if she does, won't you, slave-melissa?"
"Yes, Master," they both said.
Melissa got over her face, and she started licking her mom's cunt. Greg lifted the crop and rubbed it on Candi's thigh, then smacked it very hard down onto the inside of it. She jumped, squealing, but kept sucking and licking. He moved to her left boob and marked her again, the crop leaving her skin very red and bruised. He continued until he'd made red crop marks on both tits and on the inside of both thighs. Then he lifted her feet until her ass showed and marked both ass cheeks, as well. Melissa came with a shudder on the last stroke, apparently because Candi was very enthusiastic in sucking on her pussy.
"You can move back and let her breathe," he told her. She did and they both lifted Candi's head. She looked at Greg, "Master, may I please cum now?" she said through clenched teeth, obviously fighting to not let herself cum until she had permission.
"Yes, cum for me, now," he said, and she did so, quite magnificently.
He had her move to the side, sitting on the floor while he sat back, lifting his feet up on the ottoman again. Candi looked proudly at the crop marks on her body. "They will turn a bit purple later. Now you can say you've been marked by your Master." She smiled at that.
"Now put these in your cunt to get them good and wet, and then put them over your head, so they cover your face," he said, and handed her the panties. "While your mom and I talk, you can sit over there and play with yourself, but you can't cum," he told her, indicating a chair in the corner.
"Yes, Master," she said. She smiled and did as she was told.
He sipped his drink. "slave-candi said you had some business to talk with me about," he said, looking at Melissa.
"Yes, sir. But first, here's the money for yesterday," and she handed him an unsealed envelope. He opened it to find $100 in twenty-dollar bills.
"That's way too much," he said.
"I don't think so, Master. I checked and it would have cost me at least that to hire someone around here to do it, maybe more. Please take it."
"Alright, and what was the other topic you wanted to talk with me about."
"I want to hire you to be my manager. I don't know much about things, because everyone in my family did stuff for me, and when I married Tom, he took care of all the business and decided everything. So, I was going to offer you $200,000 a year to be our manager, and I understood that you wanted at least a 6-year contract, plus, benefits--retirement, insurance, and all that."
"$200,000? Just how much money did your husband leave you to manage?"
"I understand that it's about 19 million dollars worth of investments, Master."
"19 MILLION DOLLARS?"
"Yes, Master, about that amount. And I haven't the foggiest idea how to manage any of it. I've just been pretending since he died, and going with suggestions by my sister, my attorney, and my accountant. My accountant and my attorney are both too busy to keep helping me, so they both suggested that I just hire a manager, so I wouldn't worry myself sick about all of it. But, I've about run out of ways to hide that I don't know what I'm doing. So, I need a manager badly, Master. I didn't even know where to look for one."
He looked at her in shock. "Why are you living in an apartment?"
"I didn't want anyone to know that I don't know how to manage anything. I wouldn't know the first thing to owning and keeping up a house, Master. You just seem so practical, and you know how to fix things, and besides, you're a Master . . . and now we're your slaves . . . so I was hoping you'd take the job, Master," she smiled at him, a bit uncertain.
The conversation went on for some time, and she consulted on the phone with her attorney and her accountant to get all the details. Since they both agreed that Melissa needed a manager, they had actually been prepared to hire a manager for some months previously.
So, he called his wife, Cheryl, and discussed it briefly with her, and--took the job. They all felt like celebrating, but it was Candi who pulled her panties off her face and danced around like a little kid--and made everyone laugh, even Cheryl who was listening on the phone. Candi had forgotten to ask permission, but Greg decided that since she was new at being a slave, he'd just let it go. They were both so happy, and a whole new era had begun for them.
After they had a few drinks, both Candi and Melissa sat on the floor, while Melissa rubbed his feet and Candi hugged his leg. She kept looking wistfully at his hard cock, but kept her hands away from it--not far, but away nevertheless.
He thought for a bit about all that had happened, and realized that she was still technically a virgin, or "almost a virgin" as they say about a girl whose hymen was gone from her enthusiasm with the vibrator, although had never actually felt a man's cock inside her. She had experienced lesbian sex, though, so she wasn't totally a virgin. He knew that she still felt like she was, though, since she saw herself as heterosexual--or maybe bi.
And Melissa had wanted to seduce him, because she hadn't had a sex partner for about 5 years. He chuckled out loud at the thought that he probably should fulfill his responsibilities here. "That's what I call `hard' work," he joked to himself. They both looked at him uncertainly, not knowing what he was amused about.
"I guess I should take care of some other needs for both of you, like a good Master should." They both smiled at that, and brightened up considerably. Candi looked like it made her nervous, though.
"What if I'm bad at it, though, Master?"
"Bad at what?"
"At fucking," she said.
"Well, I'll have to teach you how to be good at it, then. After all, you're a slave-in-training, so I'll need to train you. Let's go into slave-mel's bedroom, and we'll start from there."
They went in, and he had them undress him, then he had them strip, and he lay down in the middle of the bed, waving them down on each side. They settled a bit, and snuggled up to him, and he reached over and kissed Melissa on the lips lovingly . . . she responded with her tongue, and arching her boobs against him. Then he kissed Candi lovingly, too. She was both excited and nervous, but she did know how to kiss, so she used her tongue, too.
"I read about french-kissing, so I practiced with Alice," she said.
"Sounds like you and Alice did a lot," he commented.
"I wanted to be ready whenever the time came that someone would want to have sex with me, Master," she said, almost plaintively.
"You're going to be fine, young lady. Don't worry and just enjoy."
He extricated his arms from them, and then got up and turned around, getting between Candi's legs. He moved her mom a bit closer, and then he began to caress Candi's body. A feather touch across her neck out toward her shoulder, a gentle touch circling her nipples on both sides one at a time . . . a light tickle on her thigh, that sensitive spot right where it bends, which made her giggle. He bent down and kissed her again, softly, and then licked and sucked on her neck lightly. She giggled some more. Her mom opened her legs and began rubbing her own pussy lips, smiling at her Master's gentleness with her daughter.
"Alice and I were too scared to give each other hickies. Would you give me one please, Master?" He smiled and bent down and began sucking a bit harder on her neck. She squealed and laughed, and he sucked hard enough to mark her neck. He heard her breath grow more excited, and he reached down and played with her pussy lips a bit, which were already very wet. While her mind might have been uncertain and lacked confidence, her body was clearly ready for him. Melissa reached over and took one of Candi's hands, and showed her how to rub and caress Greg's chest and shoulders. And, as Greg moved his hard cock up to Candi's pussy lips, Melissa reached down and guided it into her wet and ready hole. Greg slowly slid it inside Candi, and she gasped with pleasure.
It was a bit of a tight fit, but obviously Candi had been using some pretty large dildos and vibrators, so she didn't have to stretch much for him to slide all the way in, and she was so excited she was quite well lubricated. He slid in very slowly to let her adjust and then began to pump in and out, as she whimpered and squealed with pleasure, moaning and starting to thrust her hips into him. He started fucking her faster, and she instinctively arched her back, and wrapped her legs around him to pull him in deeper inside her. All of her feelings burst like a bubble, and she made meaningless noises and rocked with him. He slowed down and started pulling almost all the way out, and she would whine with her need, then he would thrust in slowly . . . then back out . . . and so on.
"May I cum, Master? You're driving me abso-fucking-lutely wild. This is SOOOOOO wonderful! May I cum, Master?" she begged.
"In a minute," he said. Her feelings of submission to him added to her arousal, and he felt a surge of cunt juices come out around his cock. He grinned at her, watching her stare at him, preoccupied with what was happening inside her, her blush going all the way down her neck and down to her tits. Melissa had 3 fingers thrust deep into her own cunt, and she was sucking on Candi's nipple that was within her reach. Melissa raised her head and asked, "Master, when the time comes, may I cum, too?"
"No, slave-melissa, you'll have to wait. I'm going to fuck you, next," he told her, and at first she looked frustrated until his words sank in, and then she smiled at him. "Yes, Master!" with her voice full of lust.
As He thrust all the way inside Candi and held himself deep within her, he said, "Ok, slave-Candi, cum . . . NOW!" She squealed, her cunt tightened around his cock, and her thighs squeezed him--and he had to concentrate not to cum with her. He held that position, while she jerked her head, nodding forward in the spasms of her orgasm. When she finally laid her head back on the pillow, he sat back a bit, but left his cock still a bit inside her.
"Oh, MASTER!" and she started crying, reaching out for him. He pulled her up and hugged her tightly to him, caressing her sweating back, and feeling the rapid and enormous pulse of her heart. He held her for awhile as she cried, knowing they were tears of joy and fulfillment, finally the release of her fears and frustration.
"Whenever you are able to lie down, I need to fuck slave-melissa, too, my slave-candi," he said gently to her. She looked up at him, and then sort of waved at her mom, like, `sure go ahead" because she still was too caught up in her emotions to speak just yet.
He carefully slid her back off of his cock, and she whimpered when it popped out of her pussy, then he laid her down and turned to Melissa. Melissa still had her fingers very deep in her cunt, but as soon as he moved toward her, she pulled them out with a sucking sound, opened her legs and arms toward him. She was extremely aroused, so she almost levitated toward his cock, her body arching up toward him. It had been 5 years, and she was ready for a man to take her, body and soul. He slid into her without any resistance at all, her cunt already stretched and slick, her mouth seeking his, and her arms around him, her passion unleashed.
The following moments were almost a blur, even for Greg, and they fucked like minks, their pelvic bones bruising each other's thighs, their lips smashing hard against each other's warm mouth. She became her hunger, a living version of her desperate need which had gone so long unfulfilled. But, the beginning of that fulfillment was brought to fruition in those frenzied moments.
Greg finally extricated his lips from hers so he could breath, and then commanded her to "Cum now, slave-melissa!" And she did. Her orgasm was long and hard, and when she finally came out of it, she was gasping for breath, and her body went limp in his arms. He helped her fall back onto the bed, and then looked at both of them.
Candi was looking almost forlorn, and still had tears in her eyes. "Did you cum, Master? Or we didn't do it good enough? For you, I mean?"
"No, you both did fine. I hadn't planned on cumming tonight, at least not yet."
"I don't understand."
He was sitting back on his heels, which was a becoming uncomfortable, so he rearranged his legs, turned around and scooted up between them as before. He reached out and pulled them back in to snuggle against him.
"slave-candi, you have pleased me, and so has slave-mel. I'm not ever in a hurry to cum, especially with new lovers. I like to enjoy sex, and being sexy in many ways, and I'm not just interested in my orgasms alone. Sex is a life-style . . . that is, we need to develop a sex-life, not just see how fast I can cum." She looked thoughtful at him.
"I think we just hit the part about sex that I need to learn about . . . or one of them. But, GAWD, Master, that was unbelievable your cock inside me, and . . . wow . . . I'm in love with you . . . I need you desperately. That was incredible, and I think you're a wonderful Master, and you can have my body to use anytime you want to, Master. When can we fuck again?" her excitement bubbling out.
He laughed. "Well, one thing, my pet--you certainly are enthusiastic about it. But, not tonight." She looked disappointed for a bit, and then she buried her face against his side and hugged him as hard as she could.
Melissa was finally recovering from her enormous orgasm, and she snuggled up and kissed him on the cheek, and looked at him like she needed and wanted him, too.
"I'm glad we've pleased you, Master. You're obviously a Master about sex, too. I'm so glad that we found you," and kissed him on the mouth, lovingly. When she finally let his lips go, he chuckled comfortably and smiled back at her.
"You have both done well. I've got stuff to do tomorrow during the day, but I'll be over tomorrow evening," and he headed back to he and Cheryl's apartment.
The next day was Sunday, he came over about 7 that evening, prepared to look over all the details of what Melissa owned and had investments in that he was going to manage. Cheryl always took Sunday evenings to prepare for her work week, so he always left her to that. Melissa smiled as she let him in, and handed him a key to their apartment. "I should have given you this yesterday, but I didn't think of it," she said. "You have total access to everything here, and all of us, too," she said, obviously referring to their bodies. "Would you like to sit down first, or should I bow here first?" she asked.
"Let me sit down, and then you may bow, my slave."
As soon as he sat down, he heard a pounding musical rhythm which sounded familiar from Candi's room, and he noticed that she had moved her speakers out into the hallway facing toward the couch he had become accustomed to sit in.
She came waltzing in like Faith Hill on Sunday night football, wearing a very short black and grey mini-dress, singing along with "I've been waitin' all day for SUNDAY NIGHT!" with an imaginary microphone in her hand, making all the right moves, her hips pulsing to the beat, her heels stepping in the exact places, strutting like a pro. Melissa was on her knees beside the ottoman, starting to take his shoes off, looking at him, smiling a bit uncertainly about how he was going to receive it.
He started laughing, and even clapped and cheered as Candi wiggled in as sexy as Faith Hill (sexier, actually with her big boobs), and then bowed, first toward him showing her jiggling boobs and cleavage, then to each side and then away from him, bowing so low her mini-dress came up to reveal her naked ass and pussy. He cheered even more at that, and laughed even harder, obviously with delight. Melissa laughed with him, and Candi came and started to bow to him at his feet, but he waved her up into his lap, still laughing. "Com'ere you! You ARE very creative, my pet. Very creative, indeed! That was great!" and he kissed her cheek and gave her a big hug.
She smiled happily and then burst into tears and hid her face against his chest, hugging him very hard.
"She practiced that all day. I don't know where she got the idea, but she was really hoping you'd like it. I guess all kinds of feelings are coming out after last night, Master," as if to explain Candi's tears.
He rubbed her back, and hugged her. "Yeah, it seems so, but that's ok. She's just coming alive, that's all. And I did enjoy that--it was great!"
"Thank you for understanding, Master," Melissa smiled happily and then bowed to him. Candi burrowed under his arm, and snuggled and hugged him, so he just hugged her and held her close. He noticed that his drink was all ready there beside him on the end-table, so he took a few sips and just relaxed, while Melissa rubbed his feet and legs.
After quite a long time, Candi looked up at him with red and swollen eyes, smiling wryly. "Master, I don't know what came over me. I just have all these huge feelings bubbling up from inside me. I love you so much . . . and I need you so much! You are my first lover, my first Master. I have your marks on my body, and you gave me a hickie--and I'm so proud of them. I really want to please you."
"You have pleased me, my candi. I'm very happy with you. Just relax, and we'll work through all those feelings. You just had so many needs that were left unmet for so long, that it's going to take awhile for us to catch up on them."
"Thank you, Master," she smiled, and sighed, looking suddenly very tired.
"Now, I command you to go and rest for awhile. All those feelings take a lot of energy, so go take a nap for at least 30 minutes. I need to go over the money stuff with your mom, so this will be a good time for you to get your nap in."
"Yes, Master," she said, and got up wearily and went to her room. She pulled the speakers back inside and then closed the door.
"Did she sleep last night?"
"As far as I know, she did, yes, Master," Melissa said, still rubbing his feet. "I realize she's immature for her age, Master--I didn't do a very good job of helping her to grow up. She's like a teenage with an adult body." He waved her to him and she came up and snuggled him on the other side from where Candi had been.
"How did you sleep?"
"Very well, Master, for most of the night. I woke up about 6am, very happy and thinking about you."
"Oh, what were you thinking about me?"
"I'm just so happy to have found you and that you're so sexy and such a good Master, and that my daughter is connecting so well with you. I had gotten rather overwhelmed with trying to help her with her life, and you appeared and you seem to understand everything, Master." She sighed happily.
"Oh, I wouldn't say I understand EVERYTHING, my pet. I'm not God."
"Well, you certainly seem to understand a lot more than I do, and you seem to know what to do about it, too."
"Well, ok . . . maybe so far, at least."
After awhile, he told her to show him the financial information, and he watched her as she stepped through the accounts she had, then the properties she owned, including a small factory, then the stock market.
"Ok," he said. "Here's where I'll need to learn some things. But, I can see how I can make myself useful, alright. Not sure if it will be worth the $200,000 per year, but I'll see what I can do."
She did something just then which was somewhat startling to him. She got down on the floor and bowed at his feet.
"Master?"
"Yes, pet."
"I would gladly give $200,000 for these past few days alone since I met you. Just for these past few days, I would. So, I'd call it well worth it. Thank you, Master."
He started writing a computer program to show all the relationships between her assets and expenses, and she laid her head in his lap while sitting on the floor at this feet.
"Master?"
"Yes, my pet?"
"May I take your cock out and suck on it while you're working? I'd really love to do that."
He looked at her and decided, "Go ahead."
For awhile, his cock got hard and found it distracting, so he almost stopped her from sucking on him. Then he got more focused working on a programming problem, and his cock grew soft. She just sucked it into her mouth even further, and appeared to go to sleep, sitting on the floor with his cock in her mouth still sucking gently.
When he finally needed to move, he had to gently wake her up, and she started sucking a bit more.
"My pet?" She looked at him with blank eyes, and he realized that she had gone into something like subspace.
"I need to get up, my legs are a bit cramped. You can go back to sucking on my cock after I stretch my muscles and get some fresh air."
She just nodded, and let his cock go out of her mouth, and just sat there blankly, obviously unaware of what he was doing. Realizing that she was already almost in trance, he snapped his fingers lightly in front of her eyes, tapped her on the forehead and said, "Sleep!" all at the same time.
She easily popped right into hypnosis. He deepened her a bit, told her to stay there until he returned, got up and stretched and got a drink, and then sat down again.
She obediently sat, staring blankly forward. He moved her down to an even deeper level of hypnosis, and then started talking directly to her inner mind, giving her suggestions. He told her to nod when she understood and accepted them, so she did. He took his time, his voice soft and melodious, talking with her about her desires, and his desires, and checking each time he gave her a command or set an anchor in place, and she would nod.
"And since you're so very happy to have me as your Master, when I tell you to cum, you'll just find yourself cumming on my command, won't you, my pet?" She nodded . . . "and even if I just mouth the word when I look at you without even saying it aloud, cumming on my command will just seem ordinary and normal to you, won't it?" and she nodded again. "And since you enjoy sex with me so much, you're going to find that your cunt will be super wet whenever I touch my fingers or my cock to your cunt lips . . . " and so on.
"Now, all of those things are set firmly in place in your mind and body, aren't they, my pet?" and she nodded.
"When I pull your head into my lap, you'll just stay in this level of relaxation and start sucking on my cock again, and if I get hard, you'll just let it slide down into your throat and keep on sucking . . . and if I cum, you'll just drink it down, enjoying every drop of it. . . . Now, let's go over it all again . . . you will find you can speak quite easily when I ask you a question . . ." and so it went.
Candi's voice was soft when he heard her, surprised since she hadn't made any noise coming out of her room. "Did you just hypnotize her, Master?"
"Well, yes, sort of. She was already in a light form of hypnosis when she was sitting on the floor sucking on my cock, so I just helped her go deeper and gave her some suggestions to make things easier."
"Wow. You know how to do hypnosis, Master?"
"Well, yes. I've done hypnosis for many years, sometimes to help people stop smoking and lose weight, pain management, stop migraines. And sexy stuff like this with my slaves."
"Wow. Can you hypnotize me?"
"Sure, if you want. What do you want me to hypnotize you for?"
"I read about Masters who could make their slaves cum on command, with just a word. Can you do that?"
"Well, actually, I don't even have to do hypnosis to do that. I've done that before with my slaves. But, it's true that it's easier with hypnosis. Without hypnosis, it takes some time learning each other--but, with hypnosis, you could be cumming on command by tomorrow morning, no problem. You need to understand, though, that I don't really control your mind--you have to agree to do something, even in hypnosis."
Her eyes lit up. "I'd like that anyway, Master. Would you do it tonight?"
"If you're sure, yes, I can do that--but later, or maybe tomorrow morning. Let me finish the computer program I was writing to help me pull in all the financial data easily."
"You can write computer programs?"
"Well, yes. I'm self-taught, but I can. I have written several programs for pay, but mostly, I just use it to make things easier with it comes to understanding lots of numbers, money, things like that."
"Wow." She looked at him, her eyes shining with admiration. "You're very smart, Master. You can do so many different things."
"It's not hard, really. You just have to tell the computer what you want it to do--only trick is that you have to tell it exactly EVERYTHING you want it to do. I'm sure you could do it, too, if you put your mind to it."
"Well, maybe. But, anyway, I do want you to hypnotize me when you're done. Then you can tell me EVERYTHING you want ME to do," she smiled.
"Heheh . . . it doesn't quite work that way, like a computer, but ok. Let me finish this first, but if I get too tired, we'll do it in the morning. Refill my drink and get your mom one while I do that."
"Yes, Master."
All through that conversation, Melissa was happily sucking on his cock, apparently still in a hypnotic state, or maybe subspace or both. Greg thought for a moment that maybe subspace was just a form of hypnosis anyway . . .? But, he turned back to his work, and went on.
When he got to a stopping place, he told Melissa to stop sucking on his cock. When she did, he counted her up out of hypnosis, suggesting that only about 10 minutes had passed since she started sucking on his cock, and that she would feel refreshed, happy and sexy when she come out. She smiled and asked if she could refill his drink, and if she could get herself one. He pointed to a drink, told her it was hers, and that Candi had refilled them.
"Oh, thank you, Master--and thank you, Candi. That was quick. I didn't even hear you ask her to." She took a drink, and so did he. After she swallowed, she smiled at him and he looked at her simply saying, "Cum."
She grabbed her thighs and moaned out her orgasm, then saying "Thank you, Master." Candi looked at her, then and him, with her eyes wide and her mouth open.
"WOW! You made her cum with just saying the word!"
Melissa looked at her puzzled, like she didn't see anything unusual happening.
"Actually, I don't have to say it aloud," he told Candi.
"What do you mean?"
He looked at Melissa and without a sound mouthed the word, "Cum," with the same result. "Thank you again, Master," Melissa said to him when she finished cumming, still appearing as though it was the most normal thing in the world.
He grinned at Candi who was so flustered, she couldn't speak.
"Well, it's getting late, 10 o'clock already. I'm headed home, but I'll be back in the morning."
Melissa looked a bit confused at the clock, "10 already? But, you've only been here a little while!"
"Time flies when you're having fun, pet. See you in the morning."
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Author: SM
Title: Buxom Mother and Daughter
Part: Part 3
Universe: SM, Buxom Mother and Daughter
Summary: Big-boobed mother and daughter moves in across the breeseway from Greg, who goes over to offer to help. To his surprise, they want his help in many intimate ways, and so the fun begins.
Keywords: MF+, FF, light male-dom/slave
Language: English
Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 3
(MF+, FF, light male-dom/slave)
By SM
This is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. You know the drill, if you're too young, or it's illegal where you live, and all that, then don't read it. How hard can it be to understand that?
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The next morning, he called and asked Melissa for their neck sizes, so when he appeared he had their collars and leashes in the sack from the store. He knocked, even though he had a key now, because he liked to be greeted at the door.
"Good morning, Master," she said brightly.
"Good morning, pet," he replied and walked directly to his favorite place on the couch. "I would like a coffee with rum in it this morning, instead of my usual. Then, after you bring me that, this time before you bow to greet me properly, go and tell slave-candi that I want you both back here bowing at my feet wearing heels, with nipple chains on, buttplugs in, and vibrators in your cunts set on medium held in by thongs."
"Yes, Master." She went to kitchen, made the coffee with rum, brought it out to him and then went to the back into Candi's room. He heard some conversation, and they both went to Melissa's bedroom, and went in, only to reappear after a fairly short time. They came back into the living room smiling, looking like any man's dream--obviously aroused, boobs bouncing the nipple chain enough to jingle, shapely hips swaying, inner thighs obviously already wet next to the soaked thong material--and bowed at his feet.
"Good morning, Master," Candi said to him.
"It's very good to see you this morning, Master," Mel said.
"How may we serve you today?" they said in unison, obviously planned in advance. ["A very nice touch," he thought to himself.]
"Good morning, indeed. I have a little gift for each of you," he told them. He bent down and put each of their collars on, and clipped their leashes on as well. "Unless I give my permission to remove it, you will wear the collars always, except for when you take a shower or bath. I will use the leashes as I choose. I have a wall-hanger which has hooks on it to put up today for your leashes when I am not using them. You are my property and my pets now."
Candi squealed out her "Thank you, Master," in excitement--either that, or because she was about to cum from the vibe in her cunt, or both--and Melissa looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and said in a voice choked with emotion, "Thank you, Master, thank you . . . thank you."
"Come up and rub my legs and feet, my pet-mel, and pet-candi can suck on my cock this morning. I will be updating your spankings later today, not to worry. I know that going to long with too much good stuff makes good slaves have a need for punishment to pay for it, so I'll take care of that later." They moved into position to do their appointed tasks as he sipped on his drink.
Melissa still had tears in her eyes as she took off his shoes and socks and began rubbing his feet. He interrupted her as Candi attempted to open his pants and stood up to take them off entirely, then sat down again, and they continued in their duties.
Candi's boobs were clearly marked by the crop from the day before, and the hickie on her neck was quite noticeable, which Greg found he was rather proud of. It may not have been as good as some of the hickies he'd given in the backseat as a teenager, but it was right up there with them. He could hear their vibes buzzing softly in their pussies, and he could hear their arousal in their every breath, not to mention the enthusiasm they had for their appointed tasks.
After a good while of her foot rubbing and Candi's sucking, Melissa started kissing his feet which was actually a bit of a turn-on in itself--to Greg's surprise. Candi's whimpering as she sucked his cock changed to a higher pitch when she felt his cock get harder, which Melissa instinctively took as an encouragement, so she started sucking on his toes, one at a time. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire.
He mouthed the word, "cum," to her and she did, her head nodding spasmodically, and her squeals and whimpering sounds started to almost match Candi's as she started to suck on his toes with even more enthusiasm. Candi pulled her mouth off of his cock with a gasp, and then bent down further to lick his balls and suck on them gently, while her other hand pumped up and down on his cock. When she felt his thighs start to tense, she looked up at him mischievously, and aimed his cock at her mom's face.
Melissa was looking down at that moment, so his cum shot out and hit her black bangs as they hung down over her eyes. A bit startled, she looked up and the next glob of cum hit her right cheek, just below her eye, and the following one landed short of her face, on his leg.
She laughed, and cried out, "Oh, YES, Master! Please cum with us!" Her tongue reached out and caught some of his cum which was dripping down her cheek, and looked at him as she tasted it, savoring every flavor, as if it was the most exquisite taste she'd ever had--or at least, had during sex.
Greg relaxed and let them coo and rub him, enjoying it all immensely and then he waved them up beside him to snuggle on both sides. Kings would have given a treasure for this, that's for sure, and he certainly felt like a king at that moment.
Candi looked at him biting her lip on the side, like she was nervous, and he realized that she still had a vibrator buzzing away inside her pussy but she hadn't cum like her mom had. He grinned and looked down into her eyes and mouthed the word, "cum." Her eyes grew very wide and she squealed and came like everything in her body had lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I DID IT!" she shouted. Greg flinched back, his hearing blasted because it was so loud and close to his ear. "Oh, Master! I'm sorry! . . . oh, NO! . . . I mean . . . <then whispering> I'm sorry, Master . . . really, I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . I'm so sorry, Master," she said almost as soft as breathing, begging him. He looked down and she was looking up at him her cheeks pulled back tightly, grimacing with dismay, chipmunk style. He laughed then at her facial expression, a deep wonderful laugh which continued for quite some time.
He had to extricate his arms from them in order to rub the laugh-tears from his eyes and sit up a bit. Melissa was laughing too, while trying to hide it, apparently understanding the humor of what had happened, but Candi was still a bit anxious from her faux pas. When he finally caught his breath, looked at her and reached out, smiling and touched her face gently, then ruffled her hair a bit and pulled her up for a kiss. "You are truly wonderful, my pet-candi. If you keep this up, I'll fall in love with you if only for the humor you bring to me--to our relationship."
She hugged him tightly again, whispering and breathing, "thank you . . . thank you . . . thank you, Master," into his chest, obviously relieved that she had not offended or angered him.
He looked at Melissa, knowing she was still listening. "Well, I asked for it. I told her to cum, and she just followed my orders rather fully. I can't fault her for that!"
"But, Master! I came on your command! That was SOOOO COOL!" Candi popped up to announce. "Oh, sorry . . . <lowering her volume> . . . I just HAVE to tell Alice about it!"--and then she looked up shocked and slapped her hand over her mouth. Moving her hand a bit so they could hear her, she said, "I mean, if it's ok with you and mom, Master, I'll tell her. I didn't mean to sound like . . . I mean . . . OH SHIT, I keep MESSIN' UP!" And she covered her face with both of her hands again and hid against his chest.
Greg looked Melissa, seeing that both of them were trying to keep a straight face. He could see the twinkle in Melissa's eyes, as he knew was in his own eyes.
"My pet-candi?"
"Yes, Master," she said in a muffled sound through her hands.
"Take the vibe out from your pussy and turn it off."
"Yes, Master," and she did as she was told.
"I have a command for you . . . actually, two commands."
"Yes, Master," she said with tears in her voice. "Please command me!"
"The first one is: Go get that ball gag and the string whip from your mother's stuff that I saw the other day."
"Yes, Master," and without waiting even a second, she ran off to her mom's room.
He looked at Melissa. She looked back at him smiling with shining eyes and said, "I'm so very glad that you know how to handle her. You're wonderful, Master! Thank you."
"Oh, hush," he said softly, shaking his head with an obviously fake look of wry disgust.
"Yes, Master," she replied, sotto voce, her eyes innocent but laughing all the same.
Candi ran back in so fast, she skidded a bit on the floor, then bowed quickly and reached out with the ball gag and the string whip in her hands in front of her head toward her Master. He reached down and took them.
"Come here, between my legs, pet-candi," he commanded. She looked up and hurried quickly on her knees to a position between his legs, and bowed her head. He reached down and pulled her head up to face him. Her eyes were red from crying as she looked up at him.
"Open your mouth," he told her calmly. She did, and he inserted the ball gag and buckled it around the back of her head.
"Now for your second command, my slave-candi."
"Yeth, Maffphtel," she said through her gag, her eyes growing even more anxious.
"Slow down." She tipped her head, looking questioningly at him.
"You're a fine slave, and a truly sexy young woman, and you are trying way too hard, so you're doing too much, and you're going at it way too fast. I know you're excited, but everyone make mistakes when they start something new. In fact, those of us who do things that are not new to us make mistakes, too. Yes, I know you came on my command, and that's exciting, and you want to tell your cousin. Your mom and I will discuss that, since I don't know your cousin or your aunt--your mom's sister--and I will decide if you can talk with her or not, ok?"
"Yeth, Maffphtel. Maph ah shpeeth?"
"May you speak? Ok, hang on, and I'll loosen the gag, but just for this, and then I will tighten it again." He loosened it, and she moved it out of her mouth enough to talk.
"Thank you, Master. I was just going to say that I feel like I'm way behind, and I need to catch up . . . on life and sex and everything! I'm scared that I'm not ever going to be worth anything to anyone! Look at you! You are a Master, you're married, you know all about sex and love, you can do hypnosis, write computer programs, fix computers, fix other things . . . you can do so many things, things that I don't even know about. And I? . . . and I . . . <tears came to her eyes>. . . can barely clean my room, and . . . I don't even have a dream of being able to dance . . . I don't even know HOW to dance . . . or date or be able to do ANYTHING!" she wailed.
He paused, looking at her thoughtfully. "Yet."
"What, Master?" looking up through her tears.
"Well, it may be true that you can't do very much yet . . . so far. But as you said, I know how to do lots of things."
"I don't understand."
"One of those things you maybe didn't know about me is that I'm a teacher. I even taught college for a couple of years.
"You did?"
"Yes, but I teach all the time--guitar, writing, psychology, recording, music, language, faith."
"You can play the guitar?" Candi said in astonished voice.
"Faith?" Melissa looked thoughtful.
"The most important of all. What do you believe in? Who do you believe in?"
"I'm not sure," they chorused in reply and then grinned wryly at each other.
"So . . . I can teach you. You're very bright and you think very fast, both of you. I'm sure I can teach you everything I know.
"Everything you know? You would teach me everything you know?" Candi asked.
"Well, I'll give it my best shot. I'm not sure I know all that much, actually. There are whole libraries in the world full of writings in languages which I cannot read. I've only studied 5 languages so far. There is much that I don't know, but I can teach you everything I DO know. Maybe that will really be worth my new salary."
"Are you serious? I'm not very smart, Master." Candi's voice quivered almost in fear, humbly, asking not arguing.
"Since when, even in the short time I've known your mother and you, have misled you?" Both sets of eyes looked up at him thoughtfully.
"You have been more than I ever imagined a master could be, Master," Melissa said. "If you ever misled us, it was in reverse--I never would have known that anyone could be so capable and kind--and yet able to give the pain I need, . . . well, we . . . as slaves. Someday, please, I'd like you to try to explain that, but . . . No, Master, you've never done less than you said you'd do--you've done more."
"Ok, so I will do my best to teach you everything I know, my pets, on only two conditions."
"What conditions, Master?" Candi asked.
"The first is that you give it your best to learn what I have to teach. I don't ask anything, but that: your best effort with your heart and soul. That's all I would ask. It's all anyone could ask, actually."
"And the second?"
"That you will follow through any and all of it until I say it is done. You haven't had much chance to test your endurance, so your temptation would be to quit too soon. So, my second condition is that you agree to continue until I say--not when YOU say . . . but only when I say--that we're done, and not before then."
They both looked rather thoughtful at that.
"Think about that, and we'll talk about it later. For now, I need a refill, and more snuggles."
"Yes, Master," and they both jumped up, running to the kitchen to get him another drink, arguing, "Let ME serve him, Mom! . . ."
"But you don't know how much to put in! . . . "
"Well, then, I'll mess up and he'll get to punish me again, and his punishments are so fun, what's the problem? . . ."
"Just let me do it this time . . ."
"Aaaaawwwwlllk! . . . ok, then I get first snuggles," at which point, Greg remembered that he should have tightened her gag again.
When Melissa returned with his fresh coffee with rum, he had tightened Candi's gag again and removed her nipple chain. She was sitting on his lap moaning, obviously quite aroused while he played with her boobs. She seemed to be enjoying everything he did, even when he pinched hard, or pulled them both up hard, or slapped them from side to side. Sometimes he would squeeze them both together and suck on her nipples. If anyone were to judge, it appeared that she enjoyed that the best of all. "Buxom, indeed," he thought to himself. "Yeah, baby!"
He looked at Melissa after she had set his coffee down beside him. "Go and tie up your boobs for me, pet. I want to play with your tits, too. You may take out your vibe from your pussy." He had noticed that her thighs were dripping with her juices all the way down to her heels.
"Yes, Master," she said happily, heading toward her bedroom for rope and to remove her vibe.
Greg enjoyed playing with their boobs for quite some time. After he asked Candi to go get a permanent marker, he started a game with them about what to write on their boobs. Candi had obviously shown her quick and creative mind, so it really wasn't a surprise to find that her Mom was right in there, too, holding up her turn quite well.
"Boobs For Sale Cheap, Cum and Lick`em," Melissa offered
"Nipples Need Nice and Naughty Nibbler," Candi countered.
"She Sells Succulent Suckers Supreme Satisfaction."
"Tits Tic Tack Toe Tickles To Total Turn-on."
He had to put down the marker and laugh. When he finally got his breath and wiped his laugh-tears out of his eyes, he said,"You two are totally too talented . . . no, wait <ahem> . . . the only problem, my pets, it's hard to write that many words on your tits . . . how `bout only 3 words max, ok?"
"Boomer Boobs Babe," Candi took off at once, her mouth set, looking at her mom.
"Slut Suck Salon," her Mom replied, sticking out her tongue at her daughter.
"Master's Macro Mammaries."
"Lusty Lovers Lungs."
They thought so fast he couldn't keep up with them, and he couldn't stop laughing long enough to write any of those phrases anyway, so finally he handed the marker to them, saying, between gasps, to just write something sexy on each other's boobs.
Melissa's phone rang about that time, and she looked at it. "It's my sister, Master. May I answer it?"
"Sure." She briefly conferred with her sister, and then looked up at him. "I've been talking with my new manager, getting things set up . . . yeah . . . to handle all that financial stuff I was so worried about. . . . Hang on," she said into the phone, and then muted it.
"Master? She was going to come over to visit--with Alice. Is that ok? Uhm . . . if she does, maybe we should take our collars off? It's up to you, Master . . . or, I can tell her we're busy and we can visit some other time."
He thought about it for a bit. "I can't see a problem with that, pet. Tell her to come on over, just ask how soon they will be here."
"Yes, Michelle, come on over. . . . yes, he's here, so you can meet him." She put the phone against her shoulder, "Uhm, she said she was going to bring over a bucket of chicken, KFC . . . if you want to eat with us, is that ok?"
"Sure . . . as long as there is some original recipe and some coleslaw and some of their potatoes and gravy, no problem. I need to get my cholesterol levels back up, anyway," he grinned. She brought her phone back up to her ear.
"Yes, that'll be fine! . . . Ma-- . . . er, uhm . . . he said he likes original, coleslaw and some potatoes and gravy, and since that's what we usually eat . . . ok, sounds great! . . . see you in a bit, then! luv'you, too. Bye."
Candi looked rather mischievously at them. "Do you want us to get dressed, then, Master? Or, shall we show them just how slutty we both are?" she asked, apparently favoring the "showing them" side of the choices, wiggling her ass and rubbing her boobs against him and smiling brightly.
He laughed again. "You both need to go and get dressed decently, and act decently, too. Take off your collars, and for this, since our relationship is private, I'm just the manager, so you may call me "Greg"--or "Mr. Greg" if you prefer, Candi."
"Yes, Master," they both said, although Candi looked a bit disappointed. They both retired to their rooms to change.
He was at the computer when they arrived, working on the program he'd started to write, blonde Michelle and her blue-haired daughter, Alice. Blue hair wasn't what he was used to, but he's seen others with blue hair in public. He was never up on the latest hair styles anyway, so, oh well. Alice took one look at Candi, gasped as though in shock, grabbed her arm and they ran into Candi's bedroom, and squeals could be heard even through the door they had slammed shut.
"What was that all about?" Melissa asked her sister. Michelle wasn't very pretty, and her boobs and hips were only about half the size of her sister's boobs or hips, medium, but shapely, all the same. Her face looked like a tired housewife or a tired single mother.
"I haven't the slightest idea . . . you know those two, though . . . they're like teenagers, even if they are a couple of years older."
"Yeah, they're a pair alright . . . almost like we were at that age."
"Oh, god, I hope not!" Michelle giggled.
"Michelle, please meet Greg, my new manager."
"A pleasure," he said, bowing slightly, taking Michelle's hand. "You're just as beautiful as your sister."
"I like him already," Michelle said to her sister. "Welcome to the family, Greg. I do hope you can help us manage things. We haven't been able to manage much of anything very well."
At that moment, Alice ran out from Candi's room, Candi only a step behind her, both of them almost tackling their mothers and whispering in their ears.
"OH! I see!" Michelle said.
"You DIDN'T!" Melissa said to her daughter.
"I didn't mean to, Mom, really I didn't . . . she saw my hickie as soon as she came in, and she wouldn't stop pestering me until . . . she guessed, and my face . . . she saw my face, and she . . . oh, MOM! I . . . Master . . . oh, shit! I opened my motor mouth again, damn damn DAMN IT!"
Greg had reseated himself, and swiveled his chair around toward them, in order to be courteous, finding himself "surveyed the wreckage," as it were. He blinked and tried to look like a manager.
"He . . . uhm . . . you wouldn't believe what she said they . . . "
"She . . . but, it was SOOO cool, so I just couldn't not tell her, could I? . . ."
Both girls were talking so fast he couldn't keep up with what they were saying, so instead he watched their mother's faces . . . Melissa looked exasperated and embarrassed, and Michelle looked . . . well, rather embarrassed but aroused, although obviously trying to hide it.
"Uhm . . . ladies? Is there a problem?"
Melissa looked at him. "Uhm . . . the secret . . . uhm . . . our secret . . . is no longer a secret, it seems . . ."--she looked at her sister a bit anxiously--" . . . uhm . . . Master."
"I see." Suddenly, silence hung in the air and nobody moved as though the camera had frozen that screen.
"Please sit down, all of you." They all sat down rather meekly, the younger women hardly able to contain themselves, and the older women looking a bit shocked and embarrassed.
"So, just what do you know, Michelle and Alice?"
"Master, I'm sorry . . . it all just came bubbling out . . .an' . . . " Candi started in. He blinked several times.
"Candi?"
"Yes . . . uhm . . . sir?"
"Hush now, will you? I wasn't talking to you right then."
"Yes, Sir."
He cleared his throat and looked back at Michelle and Alice. Michelle looked like she had been caught in a photo with her mouth open, and Alice was sputtering like a lawn sprinkler. "She said that . . . you . . . <blush> . . . uhm . . . sex an' . . . Master . . . an' . . ."
He looked at Melissa and Michelle. "Uhm . . . I think it's time for you two to open up and tell me what is going on."
"Yes, Master," Melissa said. "Candi told me that when they came in, her hickie gave everything away, so when they went to her bedroom, Alice pushed her and pushed her until she told her that you were the one who gave her the hickie and that you're our Master now, and we're your sex slaves forever . . . something like that, Master."
"That's pretty much all of it, sir," Michelle said. "That's what my daughter said to me when they came out." She blinked like a teen who wanted to be picked up for a date, looking down with a rather demure and sexy expression, rearranging her skirt seductively.
"Michelle!" Melissa said to her, looking shocked.
"Yes?"
"I had no idea . . . "
". . . that I need to be fucked as much as you do?" Michelle looked up at her with anger on her face, suddenly exploding.
"All through high school, YOU got all the cocks while I was being pushed around by the lezzy cheerleaders until I had to suck their cunts after the games when you got gangbanged by the studs on football team! Then, I got the guys from the band as left-overs! I WAS the left-overs . . . I didn't even know which guy I had to suck off, they made me hide my face behind a curtain, since I'm so ugly . . . or the cheerleaders who sat on my fucking face for me to lick her cunts! Nobody even ASKED me to the prom because they thought I was trailer trash, while you fucking slut with your huge boobs <sputtering> YOU got asked to the prom 3 YEARS IN A ROW! . . . I don't even know who Alice's father was . . . but no rich guy wanted to marry ME afterwards, like Tom married you! . . . and I work and work and work and still can just barely pay the bills, and nobody likes my face, anyway . . . " and she collapsed into a crying heap on the floor.
There was a rather long time of stunned silence, except for the sound of her weeping.
"The defense rests," Greg said, softly and sadly.
When Michelle's weeping finally ran down, her sister was on the floor with her, with her arm around her. Candi and Alice were holding each other, sitting on the floor in front of the TV, both of them looking like it was the end of the world.
"I'm truly sorry, Michelle, I really am," Melissa said to her. Looking at Greg, she said, "To make the record straight, Master, and even if doesn't matter to you, I never knew anything about what she just told you. I . . . uhm . . . <tears> . . . never got gangbanged by the football team, although, I admit to you I lied and told her that I had been."
"It doesn't matter to me, but it may matter to her," he responded.
"Are you fucking lying to me now?! TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH! HOW MANY GUYS FUCKED YOU WHEN WE WERE IN HIGH SCHOOL? . . . TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!"
"One," Melissa said, her face ashen. "Only one. I started sleeping around some after high school, but really not with that many guys. Everybody thought I was a slut because I would let guys play with my boobs, but I wasn't sleeping with them."
Her sister looked up at her, teeth clenched, anger all over her face . . . "I don't believe you! I had to put up with all that, and you got to go to the prom three times and no one even asked me once? . . . OK! So, who was that one, my slut sister with big boobs? Tell me the truth! Tell me!"
"Roger."
"Roger? The science teacher?" Michelle's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Yes."
"Oh, God."
"Yeah."
"Michelle? I can certainly understand your distress. When you can get your breath, I would like to talk with you, if you can. You are just as valuable as Melissa and I'm sure we can make things a bit better for you," Greg said.
She looked up at him, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "How? . . . just how could things be better? I'll always be second best."
"Well, after all, I'm the manager here now, and I do have some positions open with higher salaries than you have now, I'm sure. And, if those don't fit you, I'd actually be willing to create a job for you. I'm sure Melissa is in favor of that. I can't ask you to be my date to the prom, but at least we can try to make things better for you now."
She looked up and opened her mouth, and closed it again.
"Yes, Melissa is in favor. And, I will be asking my Manager . . . erm . . . Master to double her salary and pay off all of her debts, no matter what they are, Master, Sir," Melissa said, meekly.
Michelle looked at her, even more shocked than before. "ALL of them?"
"I will ask him, Michelle. He's very kind, though. I would bet that he'll do it."
"Ok, ok, ok." Greg said. "What do you need, Michelle?"
"You mean besides being wanted and loved and fucked a lot?" sarcastically, still struggling with her anger, her eyes full of angry tears.
"No, actually . . . including that if that's what you need," he said quietly, but with a hint of steel in his voice. She looked up at him, noticing.
"I . . . uhm . . . I'm sorry, Sir. It's just been hard."
"Yes, I'm sure it has been. I've had many hard times in my life, too. So, will you accept our help, or not? You have no obligation, and you will not be punished if you don't accept."
"Uhm . . . will I owe you for it?"
"Ah . . . now I understand your hesitance. No. If we help you, you will owe me nothing--nor will you owe the corporation that I now represent, loosely called `Melissa, et al, incorporated'--that is, what your sister owns now. I cannot pay others to provide the part for you `being loved and fucked a lot' as you put it, but I can try my best to provide the love and care part personally as much as I can do that, and I would be willing to bet that your sister and your niece will help as much as they can, as well. Paying your debts, giving you a good salary, our best efforts to love you and meet your sexual needs to the extent that we can do that--those are actually normal needs that every adult has. No one should owe for those needs, although our world is not a perfect world, so many do, unfortunately. And what we are willing to do means that you may still be angry and rude to us, if you'd like to be. You don't even have to appreciate the help, if you don't want to."
"Sir? Do you mean that I don't even have to thank you?"
"Yes, I mean that. . . . And so, no, you won't even owe that. Otherwise, you would owe us a thank you. As long as I am manager here, if I say you owe nothing, you owe nothing, and that means exactly that--nothing. I may get fired tomorrow, but as of today and as long as I work here, if I say it means you owe nothing, then you owe nothing. Period."
Melissa looked at him with shining eyes, as though she couldn't think of the words to say, her lips tightly closed. But, he was certain that she was appreciating how he'd responded to her sister.
"I'm very sorry for my attitude, Sir. Please accept my apologies and yes, I do accept your efforts to help me. Thank you." She was looking at him with all of her barriers down, open and vulnerable.
"You are quite welcome, sister of my wonderful slave-mel. Can you access your financial needs via computer? . . . or do you need to go and get your records, so we can begin immediately?"
"Yes, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir, I can access all of my financial information online." He simply waved toward Melissa, and she rose to escort her sister to her bedroom, where her computer was set up.
Candi and Alice were still embracing each other, although somewhat less in nervous anticipation. They looked up, realizing that they were now the only other people in the room with him, since their mothers had gone to work with the computer.
"Uhm . . . Master?" Candi began.
"Yes, my pet."
"I'm sorry that I revealed our secret . . . I have a big mouth."
"Don't be."
"Master . . . Sir?"
"Don't worry about it, don't be sorry about it, I meant. It seems clear that it needed to come out so we could help your aunt. There will come a day when you won't need to have a `big mouth', and you won't have to worry about that anymore. But, don't tell anybody else, ok?"
"I won't, Master."
"Come here, pet . . . and yes, Alice, you are welcome to my lap and snuggles, if you'd like to join us."
They both snuggled up to his chest, and Alice was actually more snuggly and relaxed than Candi was. He felt her warmth, and looked at her, and saw that she was just enjoying being close with someone as though it was for the first time in a long time
"Master? I'm sorry, really I am. What did you mean when you said that there would come a day . . . ?"
"Pet, you've been basically shut off from society for all these years, your mom trying to do the best she could to raise you by herself and all that. This guy, Tom, who I never knew . . . didn't help things by molesting you. <she started to protest> Yeah, I know, he didn't fuck you, but oral sex with an underage girl is still molesting. And, your mother loved him, and he left all of you lots of money, so all is not lost. Could have been a lot worse."
She nodded, listening intently. Alice said, "I've been like that, too!" He nodded appreciatively. "Maybe you have also, Alice. I don't know about that part."
"But anyway, you have had all that stuff bottled up inside yourself, not to mention that you are very intelligent and you think very fast, so you speak before you think sometimes."
The corner of her mouth turned up wryly, and she nodded. "Unfortunately."
"And, after all, Alice here, has been intimate with you, so to speak, and you got some of your needs met with her. So, there will come a day when you will get those needs met in other ways, so you won't need to do all of that, talking so much, trying to prove yourself, being a slut and all that to get someone to have sex with you. When you get those needs met other ways, then you won't have to worry about being a `motor mouth'."
"Oh." She looked thoughtful. "So, then I will be able to keep my mouth shut?"
"I'm sure you can learn to, yes. At least then it will be easier."
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Author: SM
Title: Buxom Mother and Daughter
Part: 4
Universe: SM, Buxom Mother and Daughter
Summary: Big-boobed mother and daughter move in across the breezeway from Greg, who goes over to offer to help. To his surprise, they want his help in many intimate ways, and so the fun begins.
Keywords: MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, f-dom/slave, M/F, humil, exhib, swing, rom
Language: English
Buxom Mother and Daughter Part 4
(MF+, FF, light m-dom/slave, f-dom/slave, M/F, humil, exhib, swing, rom)
By SM
This is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. You know the drill, if you're too young, or it's illegal where you live, and all that, then don't read it. How hard can it be to understand that?
Ok, if it's hard, then just skip this story anyway, just to be on the safe side.
On the other hand, if you want to, you can leave a message at the beep. BEEEP
And if you tried to leave a message, don't read this story, either. Do not pass Go and do not collect $200 dollars. Proceed directly to your psychotherapist and ask for help with your problem of reality testing. And pray that God will help all the rest of us with that problem, too. Lord, do we need that. Yes, we do.
You will need to read the first parts to get the flow of this story, so if you haven't, go to http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/SM/Buxom_Mother_and_Daughter_Series/ . . . in case you haven't noticed, this is Part 4, with Part 5 to come, as soon as I can write it.
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When Melissa and Michelle came out of the bedroom, they had several printouts of Michelle's financial records. Candi and Alice were still snuggling with Greg, but he told them to give him some time with their moms, so they went into Candi's bedroom. Melissa handed him the printouts and snuggled up against his side, and Michelle sat sideways on the couch facing him on the other side.
"I'm sorry for being so rude earlier, sir--a lot of frustration sort of burst out. But, you've been very nice to offer to help me. I don't really deserve it, with how I acted."
"Don't worry about it. Life has been hard for you, so I can understand your frustration. The big thing here, though, is to see if we can improve things for you. We can't take away the past, but we can help you have a better present and future," he said as he looked over the list of her debts. "These will be easy to take care of. I'll have one of the accountants call you tomorrow and arrange for all of these to be paid right away. Then we can talk about what job you want to have, and get that set up."
Michelle leaned over and hugged him and kissed his cheek, a few tears of relief in her eyes. "Thank you so much. It will be such a relief to have those out of the way."
"And what about your other needs, Sis? You've been frustrated personally and sexually, I'm sure, too," Melissa said.
"Yes, that's true. But, it's hard to talk about," she said blushing.
"Well, until Master came along, I was going bonkers. I'm still horny all the time, but now since I know I can get at least most of my needs met, it's not so frustrating."
"Part of my problem is that my sexual needs are . . . a bit unusual," Michelle said.
"Well, mine are, too . . . after all, I'm a slave, and I need punishment and humiliation as a part of my sexual needs. So, does Candi, it appears."
"I know that now. I need kinky stuff like that, too, actually. I don't know that I've ever really gotten those needs met ever before, though, so it scares me. After high school, I had sex that one time with a bunch of guys at a party, and got pregnant with Alice. I don't even know who her father is. After that, I have stayed away from guys for sex."
"You mean you haven't had sex since then?" Melissa asked.
"Uhm <ahem> . . . no, that's not quite true," she said blushing.
"She only said she stayed away from guys . . . so you had sex with women, I take it?" Greg broke in.
"Uhm . . . yes," she said, blushing and looking down at the floor.
"So, you're a lesbian?"
"No, I'm bi-sexual. I still dream of being fucked by guys. But, that's not the real problem."
"Well, it's up to you, if you want to tell us about it, . . . if not, that's ok, too," Greg said. "We'll help you either way. But if you choose to tell uh, we'll keep it private--the only other person who I would talk with about it is my wife, and she won't talk about it to anyone."
"Well . . . uhm . . . <a long silent pause>. . . ok . . . here's the truth . . . I like kinky sex, humiliation, pain . . . I dream about having a woman sit on my face and have guys fuck me--I had those things in high school, but not all at the same time. And I feel driven to do exhibitionist things, too, like driving naked with a vibe in my cunt and clothespins on my nipples. I haven't been caught yet, but it was close a couple of times. I'd love to have sex in some public place, but I've never done that yet. I think I'm a submissive, too, Melissa. I've just never trusted a guy or a gal enough to let it happen for me to serve anyone, since I thought it would destroy what I had worked so hard for in raising Alice. All I've done over the years is have sex with other women occasionally. When I can't stand it every couple of years, I go out to a lezzy bar, and go home with one of them and have her sit on my face, and then I feel ashamed and never see her again. It's been years since I've done that, though. Then I masturbate a lot to the humiliation. And . . . I . . . uhm . . . have had dreams of you sitting on my face, Melissa. I just never admitted it."
"Wow . . . that would be fun!" Melissa said, giggling. "I think I can help on that one!"
At that moment, Greg's cell rang. He answered it, and conferred briefly, then hung up. "That was my wife, she's on her way over."
"You'll like her," Melissa said to her sister. "She might want to sit on your face, too! You'll have to tell her about it yourself."
Michelle's face turned bright red, but it was obvious that she was turned on by the thought, and by the exposure and humiliation of it. "Uhm . . . I feel strongly compelled to do that, but you'll have to help me get started, Sis. Ok?"
"Sure."
There was a knock at the door, so Melissa went and let Cheryl in. She kissed Melissa on the lips, and obviously enjoyed that for a few moments.
"Wow . . . that was nice!," Melissa said. "We'll have to do that more often! And, hello, by the way," she said laughing.
"Yes, hello! And, yes, we'll have to do that more, indeed," Cheryl said. And she went over to the couch and kissed Greg.
"Cheryl, this is Michelle, Melissa's sister. Michelle, my wife, Cheryl--who is also my slave, just so you know."
"Hello, Michelle, very nice to meet you."
Greg noticed that Michelle had unbuttoned her blouse down halfway, and she was still blushed, and aroused. "This will be interesting," he said to himself.
Melissa brought everyone drinks, and even poked her head into Candi's bedroom and then took drinks in to them. When she came back, she said, "They are trying on sexy lingerie, and seem to be having a great time."
"Michelle's daughter, Alice, is here, too," Greg explained to his wife, sipping his drink. Cheryl was having a pomegranate martini, which Melissa had purchased when they had shopped together, so she had it in her fridge.
"We need to go shopping again," Melissa said. "Are you busy tomorrow? And, I was going to invite Michelle, if you don't mind, Cheryl."
"Tomorrow's Saturday, so yes, that will be fine, and Michelle, you're welcome to come, too. It will be fun!"
"Yes, we DO have fun shopping, don't we," Melissa said to Cheryl, giggling.
"I'm not sure I have any money . . . I'd better not go," Michelle said.
"Sure you have money! How would a thousand dollars do? Would that be enough?" her sister asked.
She sputtered a bit, "a thousand dollars?" Without hesitating, Melissa got up and went into her bedroom, and returned with a couple bundles of $20 bills. She tossed one to her sister, then asked Cheryl if she wanted some, too. Cheryl said, "Sure, why not! After all, you're the rich gal on the block--I hear you've got money to throw away, so I'll take it off your hands. Save you having to fill up your trash!" she said, laughing.
Melissa laughed, too, and tossed her the other bundle. "Nice of you to help!"
"No problem . . . anytime . . . really!"
"I'm feeling left out, here," Greg said, grinning.
"Well, think of it this way. I don't have to use any of our money shopping tomorrow. Besides, you have a much bigger salary than I have--now," Cheryl told him.
"Good point," he laughed, and took another sip of his drink.
"For a thousand dollars, I would strip naked and dance on the table," Michelle said, blushing, and asking Melissa if she could get another drink. She obviously was drinking rather fast.
"Ok . . . you can do that. We don't have a table here in his room, but you can strip. I'll get your drink, so you can start!" Melissa said, and turned on some music.
Michelle got up, swaying to the music, and started to strip. Greg and Cheryl cheered her on with every item of clothes which came off. Melissa brought her drink and set it down for her and joined in the cheering. When she was down to her bra and panties, she started dancing in front of each of them. Greg got out his wallet and took out some dollar bills. When she danced in front of him, he stuck one under the elastic of her panties, and everyone laughed.
The noise got the attention of the girls in the other room, so Candi and Alice appeared in the hallway. Alice was looking at her mother in shock. The music was loud enough to cover it, but Greg could see her mouth say, "Mom?" They had apparently been in the middle of trying on lingerie, so Candi and Alice totally forgot that they were almost naked themselves. Candi was wearing only a blue push-up half-bra showing her hard nipples and a light blue thong. Alice was wearing a very revealing Playboy bunny outfit which left very little to the imagination, and the white bunny tail on top of her ass was quite inviting.
Michelle kept dancing until she was totally naked . . . the song ended, and everyone clapped, except Alice who was still in shock. Michelle sat down, took a gulp of her drink, and crossed her legs, obviously aroused.
"Mom?" Alice said, this time without the music to cover it.
"Yes?" Michelle looked at her.
"Wow . . . I mean . . . you stripped?"
Michelle looked at her with her left eyebrow raised. "You're not exactly fully dressed either, you know."
Alice started and then looked down at what she was wearing--or not wearing. Obviously she'd totally forgotten what she was wearing in her shock about her mom, and her face turned bright red, and she tied to cover herself with her hands self-consciously. "Uhm . . . oh, my! . . . oh, NO!" and she turned and ran into Candi's bedroom.
Candi on the other hand, didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all about any of it, and just laughed. She walked over to her aunt and kissed her on the cheek. "You dance cool! You'll have to show me how to do that!" And then she went back to her bedroom.
Melissa said, "Well, maybe this is a good time to bring Cheryl up to date." And she proceeded to tell her what had happened that day, right up to the point that Michelle had opened up about her sexual needs. "Maybe you should tell her that part, yourself, Sis." Greg looked at Melissa and winked, nodding a bit to her, as if to say, "Good job!" Melissa blushed a bit and smiled.
Michelle cleared her throat, and blushed a bit, but Greg noticed that she uncrossed her legs and opened them wide enough to show her bush and pussy, her pussy lips swollen and dripping, clearly very aroused. Then she began to tell Cheryl all that she had told Greg and her sister earlier. Cheryl sipped her martini, and listened intently. Greg could tell that she was quite aroused by all of it, although he wasn't sure anyone else could see that.
"So, you need humiliation . . . and you need to be told what to do."
"Yes."
"So, if I told you to crawl here and take my panties off and put them into your cunt, and then put your head under my skirt and lick my pussy, what would you do?" Michelle took a big gulp of her drink, and got down on the floor and crawled in front of her. She reached under Cheryl's skirt and tugged on her panties. Cheryl lifted up enough to let her move them, and then sat down again. Michelle slid them down and took them off over Cheryl's heels, and sat back and put them inside her own cunt. Then she ducked her head under Cheryl's skirt. Cheryl scooted to the edge of her chair, so she could have easy access, and Greg and Melissa could see her head moving under Cheryl's skirt as though she was licking her pussy.
"Well, that answers that question!" Cheryl said and lifted her martini for a toast. "To our new horny little family! May we fulfill every fantasy! Cheers!" Glasses clinked and they drank.
They went on talking about things, as though ignoring Michelle who continued her movements under Cheryl's skirt. Cheryl and Melissa talked about what they wanted to shop for the next day, and planned out what malls they were going to go to.
Candi's bedroom door opened and she and Alice came out. Alice was still dressed in her bunny outfit, although she was still a bit self-conscious about it. "I told her you would like her in her Playboy suit. Don't you?" They all agreed.
Alice, on the other hand, was shocked again, seeing her naked mom on her knees under Cheryl's skirt, obviously licking her pussy. A bit of Cheryl's panties were dangling out of Michelle's cunt, but quite soaked and visible.
"Mom?" she whispered, blinking.
"Oh, quit it," Candi told her. "DUH! Your mom is a slut, too. Do you think you got it from the water or something?"
"Ok, . . . but it's just a shock, you know. One day, she's making sure I can't go out even on a date, and the next, she's naked and having lesbian sex. It's just a lot to absorb in just a few minutes."
"I'm sure it's a shock," Cheryl said. "Your mom just stifled all her needs for a long time." She patted Michelle's head through her skirt. "But, we're going to help her catch up on meeting them."
"Yeah, Alice . . . you have lots of horny needs, too . . . you should ask Greg to fuck you . . . that was sooooo cool!" Candi told her. "It looks like your mom wants to be Cheryl's lesbian slave, so you can do what you want now!" Michelle pulled her head out from under Cheryl's skirt and looked up at her.
"Can I please be your fuck toy, your slave? You taste sooo wonderful! I heard her. I'm a fucking lesbian slave. Please, can I be your fucking slut slave toy?"
"We'll see . . . but so far, so good," Cheryl replied, and she pushed Michelle back under her skirt. Sucking sounds could be heard shortly thereafter. Cheryl leaned back and shuddered, obviously cumming.
Alice looked at Candi. "Maybe I could be your slave, then."
It was Candi's turn to look startled. "My slave? But, I'm Master's slave. I like cocks, and he fucks like Megatron!"
"Well, Cheryl is your Master's slave, too, and my mom is her slave."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that. I don't know. I don't think I can whip you."
"But you can sit on my face. I love that, sucking your pussy."
"You don't have to be my slave to do that."
Greg, Cheryl and Melissa looked at each other thoughtfully. "Apparently, she's inherited her mom's desires, . . . at least partially," Greg said. "That's interesting."
Meanwhile, Candi had grabbed her cousin and pushed her down on the floor. Then she pulled her blue thong aside, and sat down on Alice's face, facing her body. Alice started licking her pussy and she pulled her Playboy panties aside and started rubbing her own pussy. Candi pushed Alice's bra down and started pinching her nipples. Both started moaning, and Candi started to scoot back and forth, rubbing her cunt on Alice's face.
Greg had an obvious hard on, so Melissa went and bowed in front of him. "Master? All this has made me very horny. Can I serve you?"
"Yes . . . I was about to . . . yeah. Strip first, though, and I want to see your boobs flop around hard. I'm thinking that I'd like to use them as punching bags sometime soon."
Melissa's pussy pulsed at that thought. She got up and turned the music on again, and started to strip. Her large boobs wiggled up over her blouse as she swung her hips to the music. She bumped them upwards on purpose, and one of them popped out into view as she took off her pants. She was soon naked from the waist down, and wiggled her hips accordingly. Cheryl reached down and pulled Michelle's head out from under her skirt, and told her to take a break and cheer for her sister. She turned around and started clapping, smiling and cheering with gusto. The lines on Michelle's face were much lighter, and she looked like a person who was enjoying herself for the first time in years--which may have been the exact truth.
Melissa pulled her top down, and her bra, far enough for her boobs to be out front, and started playing with her panties. That must have reminded Cheryl of something, so she bent down and said something close to Michelle's ear, who reached down and--obviously from Cheryl's commands--pulled the very soaked panties out of her cunt and rubbed them all over her tits and face and then put them over her head. She could see out through one of the leg holes, but her nose and mouth were covered by pussy juice coated cloth. You could see her sucking and licking at them and breathing in, like she loved the smell.
Candi tensed up and squealed, her thighs clenching Alice's head, her orgasm very strong for all to see. Alice's fingers thrust into her own cunt and her thighs wrapped around her hand, obviously cumming along with her.
Melissa ran out of clothes to remove, so she came up and bowed to her Master, and then climbed up on his lap. He had extricated his cock, which was upright and as hard as a rock, so Melissa aimed it at her pussy and slid down on it, full in to the balls, as the saying goes. Her eyes closed and she arched back in ecstasy, and she grabbed her nipples and pulled them out as hard as she could, stretching the skin of her boobs out as far as she could. She asked her Master if she could cum, and he nodded, and she squealed out her orgasm.
In the meantime, Cheryl was sitting on Michelle's face, and if you hadn't known who they each were, you might have thought it was Candi and Alice, their movements were so much like the earlier episode of the daughters. Candi and Alice were laying on the floor, their energy spent, but trying to watch all the action all the same. Alice's Playboy bunny costume was askew on her body, and her face reflected the shine of juices from Candi's pussy.
Melissa continued fucking Greg until he groaned and his head went back, blasting his cum into her womb. Cheryl started slapping Michelle's cunt, and then tensed up and her thighs clenched around Michelle's face, arching back groaning as Michelle joined her in a mutual orgasm.
All of them fell back limply, breathing hard and sweating.
"Wow!" Alice said. "What a party!" and leaned over and started French kissing Candi again.
Melissa got up and went to refill everyone's drinks, and said from the kitchen, "Uhm, Master? I'm sorry, but we're out of rum."
"No problem," Cheryl said. "My new slave and I can run down to the liquor store and get some. She will go naked, so if we don't come back soon, we've probably been arrested," she added, laughing. Michelle looked up at her through the panties and lust shown from her eyes.
"I'll have to buy a collar and leash for you tomorrow," Cheryl said. "And, we'll try it on in the pet store." When Michelle stood up, her cunt was almost gushing with juices.
Before they left, Cheryl asked Melissa for a permanent marker, and when she got it, she wrote, "Lesbian Whore for Rent," across the top of Michelle's boobs and on her ass. "You can leave my panties on your face, fuck toy," she told her.
"Yes, Mistress," Michelle said plaintively as they were walking out, Cheryl striding firmly, with a naked and humiliated slave walking behind her, her head bowed, panties still on her face.
Greg's cock had found new life, so he was hard again, and Candi noticed. "Master? May I help you with that? With Alice? She's never tasted a guy's cum."
"I have too! Tasted a guy's cum, I mean."
"You have? You lied to me, then. Who's cum have you tasted?"
Alice blushed, realizing that she'd said too much.
"Uhm, we have this neighbor . . . had this neighbor. He died when I was about 12. He used to finger my pussy and make me suck him off almost every day after school, before mom got home. He told her that he loved playing checkers with him, so she'd even make me go over there on the weekends sometimes. It started when I was about 7, I think. I tried to tell her that he was touching me, but she said not to speak badly about our neighbors, so I never mentioned it again. Sometimes, he would spank me and pinch my tits, and even put one of my tits in his vise. That really hurt, so he would use it to punish me if I didn't suck him good enough, or if I didn't swallow his cum or whatever.
"He put your one of your tits in his VISE?" Greg asked, a bit incredulous.
"Yeah . . . you know, one of those things on a work bench that you twist the bar and it clamps."
"I know what it is--it just sounds pretty harsh."
"Yeah, it was. I would cry and he would take off my panties, and put them in my mouth to shut me up. He'd leave me there for hours until I did what he wanted. He would tell me that all I would ever be good for was to suck and fuck, that I was a whore like my mom, just a fuck toy, and a cumdump, and I'd better get good at sucking cocks and cunts, because that's all I'd be doing for the rest of my life. He said he saw my mom drive out naked one night, so he knew she was a whore. I was with him watching when she drove out like that once. She walked out of the house, with something in her butt . . . a buttplug or whatever . . . naked as a . . . well, naked, and then she got in our car and drove off. He had his fingers inside me while we watched."
"You didn't ask her about it?" Candi asked.
"Just what the fuck was I supposed to ask her? `Hey Mom, was that you walking out naked with something in your ass and drove somewhere in our car last night?' . . . Are you out of your mind? . . . Would you ask your mom that?" Her anger came to the surface again directed at Candi's question.
"No, I'm sorry, Alice. . . . <sigh> . . . You're right. I wouldn't have asked that, either. I'm sorry."
"And if that wasn't enough, once his wife caught us when he had taken my panties off and put them in his pocket and was fingering my pussy--she was a bitch--and when she got mad and yelled, he said I'd come in without panties on and tried to seduce him, and she believed him. So, she whipped me with his belt and sat on my face made me suck her until she came. After she left, he made me jerk him off into my own panties and suck his cum out of them and swallow it. Both of them said I was just a whore, and used to call me `cunt' when nobody else was around to listen. He said he was going to fuck me, and then he died of a heart attack the next week, so he never did actually fuck me. So, I'm a virgin except for what Candi and I do and my dildos and vibrators . . . and so, it's like that. Sir. I'm sorry."
"Wow." Candi said.
"So, I believe him--I'm just a whore and a fuck toy and a cumdump and anybody can use me anytime. That's me." She looked quite serious.
"Wow," Candi said again.
"Well, you may be very sexual, but you're more than just that to us--you're a valuable young woman, and we'll try to help you, too," Greg said to her. "Whatever you want to do, we'll help you, I promise."
"Really? You mean like help me go to college and stuff?"
"Yes. If you want to go to college, I'm sure we can pay for it, and I'm sure your aunt will be in favor of it, too. I taught college for several years, so I might could even tutor you, if you need that."
"Yes, indeed!" Melissa said going over to hug her niece.
Greg's cock had wilted with the story of Alice's molestation, so Candi said, "Master? I still want to help you cum again. Can I suck on you or fuck you, please?"
"Not now. But later, you can."
"Ok," she said, disappointment in her voice.
"When are you going to hypnotize me, Master?"
"He knows how to do hypnosis?" Alice asked.
"Yes! It's really cool! He hypnotized mom and now she can cum just when he tells her to."
"Really?"
"Yeah! It's waayy cool!"
"Will you show me?"
Greg looked wryly at Melissa. She nodded and said, "It's ok, Master."
"Ok . . . cum," he told her, and she grabbed her pussy and her thighs clenched and she squealed. She was still naked, so they could smell her pussy juices when she pulled her hand away.
"WOW!" Alice said.
"See? I told you it was cool!" Candi said. "I want Master to do that to me, too, but he already made me cum just by telling me to."
"He did?"
"Yeah. Then I shouted and hurt his ears, and felt really bad about it. You know me, I've got a big mouth."
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Melissa let Cheryl and Michelle back in. Michelle was very excited and obviously horny, the panties had been moved down around her neck. All of them could smell her cunt juices, which were running down the inside of her legs, all the way into the heels she was wearing. She smelled like a whore. Cheryl handed Melissa a sack with several bottles in it, and then went and sat down. Michelle bowed and kissed her feet. "That was soooo hot! I almost came without permission when that guy in the pickup honked at us on the way back after he saw I was naked. And you making me finger myself with my feet up on the dashboard . . . GAWD." Cheryl laughed.
"Who is this person, and what have you done with my mother?" Alice asked, grinning.
Michelle went in the kitchen and prepared some food, so she brought it out, mostly finger food because no one seemed to be set up for a full meal. The rest of them had their drinks and talked. Alice told her mom what she had told them while Michelle had gone to the liquor store, which was something of a shock to her.
"Herman?" she said again, still having a hard time believing.
"Yes, mom."
"He was dad's best friend!"
"Yeah . . . and when we were in the basement and Dad would go upstairs or in the bathroom or whatever, he would grab me and put his hand down in my pants and finger me. Then he would laugh and say that nobody would believe me anyway, so don't bother to tell them."
"You're right about Florence, though. She was a bitch. I didn't know she would sit on a young girl's face, though."
"She only did it a couple of times, but she called me "cunt" all the time if nobody else but him was around to hear her. She was the one who brought up him fucking me, told him that he should fuck me next chance he got. Then he died the next week before he actually did it."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Herman's uncle did almost the same thing to me, but he carried through with fucking part. He caught me aside one day when I was in a swim suit, sliding on that yard wet-slide-thing down the hill in the back yard, and took me into the bathroom. He had run the sink full of water and then dunked my head and put his cock in my pussy and fucked me. I couldn't scream because my face was in the water. Whenever I tried to lift my head to scream, he would push my head back down. But, he didn't die when I was 12. He just moved away about then. When he'd come back for a visit, he'd find a way to get me alone and make me suck him off. He told all his friends that I was a slut-whore, and word got around, so that's why the cheerleaders would sit on my face, and the band guys would make me suck them off whenever they wanted to. Everyone who knew that I was a slut used me whenever they wanted to."
She looked at Greg. "It seems to have stuck though, for both Alice and me. They said we'd just be fuck-toys and whores and cum-dumps and that we'd always love to be used and abused--and they proved it. So here we are, and that's how we like sex now, too. It's ingrained in us now. Sex isn't even fun for me unless I get exposed or humiliated or whipped or something. I can't even cum with just vanilla sex."
He looked thoughtfully at her. "Well, that seems to be true, whether it's good or bad. It's just what is. At least we can make sure you are safe while you're doing it, though. At least nobody is going to murder you for sex or permanently damage you when you're with us, and you don't have to continue going to lezzy bars to find someone to suck on. And we have plenty of money so we can bail you out of jail and pay your fines if you get arrested for going nude in public. We will try to work with you, if you're willing to work with us."
"Thank you, Sir. Although, I could sure use a good belt whipping right now. Whipping my tits, and cunt, too. I'm waaay over-due."
He and Cheryl grinned. "I think we can accommodate you on that," Cheryl said.
"I think I'm over-due, too, Master," Melissa said. "I'd love for you to fuck me in the ass while you're whipping my boobs with your belt. I haven't gotten that in years and I love it." She licked her lips, clearly aroused at the thought.
Alice piped up, "And I haven't ever been fucked for real--by a guy, I mean. So, do you think you might could help me with that, Mr. Greg, Sir? Please?" she said, blinking her eyes seductively.
"Hey! What about me? I'm your slave and I haven't been fucked in the ass yet, an' . . . well, I have a whole list of things I haven't done yet . . . I haven't . . . " Candi told him, chattering on, and Greg started laughing and Cheryl, Melissa and Michelle soon joined in with his laughter.
"The only problem for tonight is that we don't have enough beds--or big enough beds," Greg said.
"Well, we can make do with what we have now until we get bigger beds, Master," Melissa said. "We only need to know who wants to sleep with who?"
"Can I sleep with Cheryl tonight, please, PLEASE, pretty please, Sir?" Michelle asked Greg. "You can use me and fuck me any time, any way you want to, Sir--either one of you, and I usually don't ask for much, but I really want to serve me Mistress tonight, please?" She blushed again and bowed to him, after she'd asked.
He looked at his wife, who nodded slightly. "Well, I can see you and Cheryl have hit it off pretty well, so why not? Ok, I can sleep with mel. And Candi and Alice can use Candi's room. Tomorrow, we have some whippings to catch up on."
"But you said I could suck your cock or fuck you later," Candi whined plaintively.
"Ah, that's true, I did say that. Ok, how `bout you and Alice coming to Mel's room to `tuck us in', so to speak, and then after the fun, you and Alice can sleep in your room. I'm sure mel would enjoy sitting on Alice's face." Alice smiled and looked coyly at Melissa. Mel smiled back, and her eyebrows flickered several times, clearly in favor.
"YAY! Yes, Master, thank You!, Thank You, Thank YOU!," Candi replied, as exuberant as always.
Melissa's bed was queen-sized, so she and Alice got down on the floor, while Candi laid on top of Greg on the bed and started kissing him like he was her long lost teenage lover. Her tongue explored his mouth, and when he sucked on it a bit, she moaned and whimpered. Her naked thighs undulated against his cock, which became hard again rather quickly with her horniness. When he stopped to get his breath, she kissed all over his face lovingly, whispering, "I'm your slut, I'm your whore, Master, I'll do ANYTHING for you . . . You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I love you with all my heart. I wish I could marry you, and have your babies. I don't want to fuck anybody else ever for the rest of my life." Her voice was romantic and serious.
"I'm a bit old for you, aren't I, my slave? Maybe it's just a crush. And, I thought you didn't want to get married."
"No, Master, but I would marry you in a heartbeat. Tom was old, and when he made me suck him off, but at least he took time to pay attention to me and tell me how to suck him off right. I decided that if I ever did marry, it would be to an older guy, and besides you're already married, so even if I can't marry you, I don't want to marry anybody else anyway. I'm like a wolf-bitch, only mate for life. And, if this is only a crush, I love you forever anyway, and if you let me I'll continue to love you forever, . . . and if you die before I do, I'll stop eating and howl over your grave," she smiled. "The guys my age are stupid and insensitive. All they want is to get off, and then they'd just dump me. They don't know about real love."
"Nobody starts out as an expert, pet. Young guys have to learn, too. You might start wanting more than I have to give eventually."
"Maybe, but they can't teach me anything, so I wouldn't ever get past being a beginner, and I don't know what I'm doing. With you, I don't think I would ever run out of things to learn . . . you understand EVERYthing." Her eyes shown like her mom's did when she had looked at Greg, and Candi's pussy was leaking onto him, and she reached down and caressed his cock gently.
"I don't understand everything, either, pet."
"Well, ok . . . ALMOST everything, then," she whispered and then started humping, rubbing her pussy up and down on his hard cock. He laughed, but didn't even try to continue that argument. She grinned and kissed him.
"I'm a very young woman, only been fucked once . . . I'm a wolf-bitch in heat wanting her life-long mate, and I've dreamed for years about being ravished by your wonderful cock! . . . May I?" she asked politely, blinking her eyes in exaggerated innocence, positioning her pussy above his cock, aiming it with her hand. He laughed.
"For years. Hard to argue with that," he chuckled. "Ok, pet." So, she slid down on his cock with an "awwwwwhhhhe" sound, as though he'd slid into her soul. She started humping up and down very slowly, savoring every feeling, her eyes rolled back into her head, then closed, and she clearly was feeling more than she had expected. She reached and took his hands, and put them on her boobs, so he started fondling them, and then she started kneading his chest, moaning and whimpering. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she'd gone into subspace. He pinched her nipples a bit and she just moaned in ecstasy, and then he pincher harder and she just moaned again much in the same tone, so he reconsidered. Maybe she was in subspace after all.
"May I cum, Master, please!"
"Yes, pet. Cum for me . . . now!" Her thighs clenched, and her pussy squeezed his cock very hard, and she squealed and kept on squealing, and kept on cumming . . . he tried to hold on, but she was sooo hot and sexy and her cunt squeezed his cock so hard, he shot his cum up inside her womb. She screamed almost choking, "YESSS, yes, yes, B'GAWWW, uHMMMM, uHHMMMM, uHHMMMM, uhmss . . . oooooooh . . . oooooo . . . oooo" and fell back against his legs, gasping for breath.
Melissa was sitting on Alice's face, and he finally noticed that she had been watching . . . when she squealed and came, whining and whimpering, pulling Alice's face up against her cunt hard by her hair.
Greg looked down at Candi, and gently sat up and pulled his cock out from insider her. She was out, passed out . . . but she was breathing, so he left her to recover, extricating his legs from hers.
Alice had passed out, too, it seemed, so he carried Candi into her bed, and then came back, picked Alice up and carried her in and laid her beside Candi. They instinctively reached out for each other and then sighed and snuggled in, sleeping with smiles on their faces, apparently satisfied that they were at least sleeping with another warm somebody. He returned to Melissa's bedroom and hopped in beside her.
"I'm kinda' sweaty and my thighs and legs are coated in cunt juice, so I smell like I'm a whore, Master. Do you want me to go and rinse off in the shower? I might want to attack you for sex in the morning, and I wouldn't want to offend you, or for you to be disappointed with me." She blinked her beautiful eyes in exaggerated innocence, and he saw where Candi had learned that. He noticed that she had taken time to remove her makeup, and yet her eyes were glowing, so her natural face was perhaps even more beautiful without the makeup.
"I don't think I smell like the King of Sheba, either, pet," he grinned. "If you can handle it, I can. We can shower in the morning . . . after you attack me, if you must." She smiled and snuggled up to him. "Your daughter said earlier that she wished she could marry me."
"Yeah me, too. And she meant every word, no doubt. So do I."
"That wanting to attack me or wanting to marry me thing seems to be going around. Must be something in the water. Your daughter almost ate me for dinner . . . figuratively speaking, of course."
"I love you, Master. You're the best thing that ever happened to us. I know you're happily married to Cheryl, and that's fine. I wouldn't want to do anything to mess up your marriage with her--she's a wonderful person, too. But I would marry you in a heat beat, if you weren't married. I'm just sayin'. I hope you understand, Master."
"I think I do, yes. And, that's quite a compliment, and it's actually very humbling. Thank you, pet."
She just kissed him and snuggled up and went to sleep on his chest.
He woke up feeling her kissing him, not on the lips, but on his right foot, and tears were streaming from her eyes which were dripping onto his skin, and she was whimpering. He watched her kiss her way up his leg, and she diligently kissed every inch--at least on top which was showing. He didn't doubt though, that she'd be kissing the skin that wasn't showing if she could reach it. He didn't move, so he was pretty sure that she didn't know he was watching. He could hear her saying things to herself softly, "I love you, every inch of you, my Master . . . please never leave me . . . I want you . . . I need you . . . I can't live without you . . . please God, please help me please him, please help him love me . . . I love you, Master . . . <so on she went, murmuring softly>."
This time, he actually blushed. He wasn't sure she would want him to know or actually respond to what she was saying, so he closed his eyes and pretended he was asleep.
He probably dozed off in there somewhere, but when she got up to his crotch and started licking and kissing his balls and the underside of his cock, he flinched.
"Good morning, Master. I love you, really I do." She cleared her throat and turned her head to the side to wipe her tears from her face and eyes. The skin on his legs almost felt like it was vibrating from her kisses. Apparently she'd kissed every inch, literally.
"Good morning, pet. I love you, too." She looked up at him, smiling, her face still streaked with her tears.om spite of her efforts to wipe them away.
"Feeling a lot, I see," he said gently.
"Yes, Master. I hope that's ok, Sir."
"Of course. Something I should know about?"
"Well, if you want to, Master, you have that right, so you may know anything if you want to know."
"Would you like me to know, or not, pet? I can accept that you might not want to tell me everything always . . . you have the choice this time." She looked up at him, and the tears started again.
"Uhm, . . . well, Master. Can I skip this one time? I'm feeling . . . uhm . . . very vulnerable."
"Sure, pet." So, he shut up, while she went back to licking and kissing his body.
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 10:39:54 -0500
From: Josh <[email protected]>
Subject: Boy's Town
I wrote of my own first experience in Boys' Town in another story. This
story is based on two friend's actual experiences.
Though much of the original conversations were in Spanish and broken
English, except for a couple of exceptions, I will render all the
conversations in English.
We all grew up in Texas, on the border with Mexico. At the time these
things happened, Boys' Town was what everyone called the red-light district
across the border. If you were tall enough to reach the bar, you were old
enough to be there, especially if you had any money. It was a time before
AIDS and all the multitude of STDs.
Oh, and just to let you know how long ago this was, we could get our Texas
driver's licenses at the age of 14 back then.
Back then, too, kids were not passed on in school unless they actually
passed the work. But they also had to stay in school until age 16. In
eighth grade, I was 12, but there were guys who were 15. One of them was a
desk mate.
Ours was a poor school district. In Junior high, we still had the
old-fashioned, double seater desks. Two students shared a desk and sat side
by side.
In our science class, I shared a desk with Arturo. My name is Andy.
Arturo (b/t/F/g)
His last name was Uribe. Mine was Wallace. Since seating was alphabetical,
Arturo and I wound up in the back corner at the desk we shared. I sat on
the right side of the seat, close to the wall. Arturo sat on my left.
I hade only begun to think about sex back then, and that with girls. So I
really didn't think much about how Art looked when we first met. But he was
a good looking boy. He was thin and fairly tall, at least to me. He had a
devilish smile and incredibly thick, black hair with a hairline well down
on his temples.
On the other hand, I was a blond, blue-eyed skinny kid, putting all my
growth into cock that year and getting my first couple of pubic hairs. I
was a little tall for my age and looked a year or two older than I was.
Art and I hit it off, sort of. He had only one thing on his mind,
though. By the second week of school, before, after, and even during class,
Arturo was regularly telling me about the trips he and his older brothers
took to Boys' Town. According to Art, they went almost every weekend.
One day his talking must have made him really horny. As class was
beginning, he nudged me, looked down at his lap and said, "Touch it."
I looked into his lap and was astounded at what to me was a huge cock,
extending several inches down his pants on the inside of his thigh closest
to me. "I'm not going to touch it." I stated flatly and looked around to
see if anyone in the class was looking.
"Look," he said.
I looked down to the desktop where he had placed a picture of a guy in only
a ball cap fucking a girl. She was spread out with a look of ecstasy on her
face and their bodies were arranged so that you could see his long cock
entering her pussy.
My mouth dropped, and I unconsciously adjusted my own extending cock to
give it room. I let it out of my briefs to travel down my own leg, my left
one. I picked up the picture to look more closely at it. Suddenly, I felt
Art's hand pressing against my cock through my pants.
It felt so good, I didn't move except to look around and make sure that no
one was looking. No one was.
Arturo could work wonders through a pants leg. I was getting so hot I put a
hand on his cock and squeezed, looking nervously around to make sure there
was still no one looking.
It was only moments before I had an orgasm. Back then, I could only cum a
little bit, but enough to leave a wet spot on my trousers. I had to
concentrate to keep quiet. As I came, I was squeezing his cock really hard
through his pants. Afterward his pants were wet too, though I figured it
for just pre-cum.
After that, it was almost daily that Art would pull out pictures and we
would grope each other. All those pictures of fucking were getting me
desperate. I was twelve years old and I needed a woman, badly. I started
trying to figure out how to seduce my sister or rape a toddler.
One day, Arturo asked me to meet him after school to "suck it."
I told him to go to hell, that there was no way I was going to "suck it."
Nevertheless, it became an almost daily invitation. I don't remember
exactly when it happened, but at one point the back-and-forth became,
"Meet me after school. We'll have fun. You can suck my cock."
"Take me to Boys's Town with you and then I'll suck it."
"Suck it and I'll take you to Boys' Town and you can fuck pussy."
"Take me to Boy's Town and then I'll suck it; Boys' Town first."
I didn't think Arturo was taking me seriously, and wasn't sure what would
happen if he did. But finally one day, he said he and his brothers would
take me the next Saturday and that I would have to suck his cock even if I
didn't go because he had offered to take me.
The remote chance of even touching a live pussy inspired me. I told my Dad
that a friend from school, Arturo had some family across the river and had
invited me to go over to visit on Saturday. I even got Art to agree to let
me spend the night and told my Dad I'd sleep over with Art after.
It worked. My Dad thought it would be great for me to see a little more of
the culture over there and thought I might even pick up a little more
Spanish.
The big day
Art told me to be at his house at 4:00 PM on Saturday. I was there on my
bicycle at 3:00. He had a sister my age, Angela, who answered the door. She
was a breath-taker, with long, thick, black hair, big brown eyes, a lovely
face, and fine black hairs on her arms and legs. When she called Art, he
came from the back in just his jockey briefs. "Well," I thought, "so much
for modesty around here."
He had me come on back to the room he shared with his two older
brothers. No one else was there. Art closed the door and told me his
brothers would be back soon. "We have time. You can suck my cock," he said.
"After you take me to Boys' Town," I reminded him. He shrugged and stepped
up to me. He was half a head taller. He undid my pants and pulled them and
my underwear down. My cock sprang up (I think I had been hard for three
days already). He took it in his right hand. I thought I would cum right
then. No one had ever grabbed my cock before.
Kneeling down, he licked up and down my cock and then put his mouth over
it. I had never imagined anything could feel like what I felt then. I came
almost instantly. Art swallowed my cum and then sucked a little
longer. When he finished, he kissed the tip of my cock and stood up.
His hard cock was sticking out of the top of his briefs. I reached out and
grabbed it. It was the first time I had held another boy's cock. And what a
cock. Besides being long and big, he was uncut and I loved the feel of his
skin sliding up and down the shaft as I started to milk it.
"I sucked you," he said. "Now you do me."
Before I could even think about it, there was a commotion in the hall. We
quickly pulled up my pants and his underwear as the door burst open and
Art's two older brothers entered. Robert (Roberto) was 16 and Enrique was
18. They looked like slightly older, slightly bigger, slightly beefier
versions of Art. Robert was an inch to two taller than his older brother,
Enrique.
The brothers noticed me right away. "So this is your new little boy friend
(only the word he used was cruder than boy friend), huh, Arturo?" Enrique
asked in Spanish as he came over and tousled my hair.
Arturo was putting on pants and cussed at Enrique, adding, "Andy speaks
Spanish." Which was only partly true. I had understood what Enrique said
and was blushing mightily.
"Sorry," Enrique apologized.
"He's cute enough to be a boy friend; little, blond gringo boy," Robert
said as he grabbed my ass.
"Leave him alone," Arturo warned. I got the impression that Art had
practice standing up to his brothers.
"He's too young to take this afternoon," Robert answered.
"He's not," said Arturo. "I went once when I was his age."
"Naw," answered Robert, you were older and you weren't a beautiful blond
boy. Every old fuck there is going to want to screw him. Come to think of
it," Robert said thoughtfully, "maybe we could make some money off of him."
"Shut up," said Enrique. He turned to Arturo, "He really is too young."
"I am not," I said, throwing in what Spanish curse words I could muster. I
was at a loss at what else to say. I could think of no objection they
couldn't shoot down.
"I promised him," threw in Art.
Robert looked hard at me, "You have any money?"
Actually I did, I had raided some of my savings and had $20. "Yep."
Enrique commented, "All the whores will love him. They'll probably fuck him
for free."
Robert stepped close to me and frowned down, "You have guts? Some of the
guys over there get mean when they're drunk. They may want to beat the shit
out of a little gringo, or haul you to the john and fuck you."
I looked up at him, angry. What could I say? Evidently the look said
something.
"Damn," said Enrique, "He looks like he's ready to take you on, Robert."
Enrique asked Arturo, "You really want to take him?"
Arturo nodded.
"You'll keep him out of trouble?" Enrique asked him.
Again, Art nodded.
Enrique thought a moment and made up his mind. "He can go." Then Enrique
looked seriously at Arturo, "but you better keep an eye on him. Don't let
him wander off with any whores you don't know, and don't let any old fuck
sneak off with him." Turning to Roberto, he continued, "and you help."
Roberto shrugged, "We'll just tell everybody his Dad is a big-balled
politico over here that will castrate anybody who messes with his kid." He
turned to me and grabbed my butt again, "Anybody but us, that is." Arturo
pushed Robert's hand away.
My dad actually was a city councilman, which didn't mean a whole lot. But
at least back then it was a little safer in Mexico than these days. It was
long before drug lords and kidnappings. And I was in good hands...or would
be.
"Hey," Robert suggested, "we can give him to Marta Rosa. She'll teach him
real good."
They all laughed. "Who the hell is Marta Rosa?" I asked.
Arturo put his arm around my shoulder as we walked out. "You'll see." He
promised.
We climbed into Enrique's car (at least, it once was a car). Arturo and I
sat in the back. Enrique warned us, "We can't stay all night guys. I have
to be at work really early tomorrow. We're coming home just as soon as
everyone," then he looked at me, "well almost everyone, gets a piece."
As we pulled out, I asked Enrique how old he got his first piece. "Older
than you, kid. I was 14, and it wasn't boy's town. It was Gloria Munoz,
down the street. Fine ass!"
"How old were you when you got your first piece?" I asked Robert.
"Well, other than Arturo's little ass," (I looked at Arturo who cussed and
looked out the window.) "I was 14 too, and it was also Gloria down the
street. She decided to trade up to a real man, eight inches."
"Yeah, measuring from your butt hole!" Enrigue challenged.
"How about you, Arturo?"
"Oh, Art only lost his cherry this last summer, in boy's town," answered
Roberto. "He had to mow a lot of lawns last summer, didn't you little
Arty?"
Art ignored him and kept looking out the window.
At Boy's Town, we parked on the street and entered a two-story bar, the
Manhattan. Music was blaring from the doors. Inside it was dark and it took
a moment for our eyes to adjust. The guys picked a table in the back
corner, and I sat at the back of the table.
They ordered beers and a coke for me. We watched the floor show.
>From the moment I stepped out of the car, I was aware that everyone there
was staring at me. Once we were seated, several of the girls came by and
pinched or caressed my cheek, calling me pretty. That upset me a little
because that was what women did to babies.
One of the young girls even came up and stood next to Enrique. He put his
arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Oh he's cutie, Ricky. I
bet he has the cutest little pecker," and she held up two fingers about an
inch apart. I flushed.
There was someone else in the bar getting as much attention as I, Marta
Rosa. She was in her late 30s, with short black hair and flashing brown
eyes. I assumed she ran the place or was head whore. She may have simply
seemed in charge because of a clearly dominant personality. She had the
attention of the entire room.
No matter what was happening on the dance floor, even when some naked girl
was swinging her booty for all she was worth, Marta Rosa continued to hold
everyone's interest with outrageous antics. For example, at one table, she
took a salt shaker, stuck it well up under her skirt and rubbed it around,
then salted a guy's food. From another table, she kept calling insults to
the current girl stripping. At another table, she gave a grossly erotic lap
dance to a guy old enough to have a heart attack.
Marta was working her way around the room and soon was at our table. "Hey,
Marta Rosa," yelled Roberto above the noise, "this is Andy," he pointed to
me, sitting in the back, "He wants you to take his cherry."
Marta Rosa threw her head back, laughing, and came around to me. For her
age, she had a nice face and figure; full boobs and just the beginning of
crow's feet at the corner of her eyes. Her short skirt revealed slender,
black stockinged legs.
Marta's face was not beautiful, but strong, and good looking, full of humor
and good nature. Despite her coarseness, I took an instant liking to
her. She sat down on my lap facing me, straddling my legs and she put her
hands on my shoulder. "Andy?" she asked, as if that was a really strange
name.
I nodded.
"You cherry?"
I nodded.
"You fuck Marta Rosa," she promised, "You won't want to fuck any other
woman, ever." She smiled a triumphant, taunting smile to a girl who had sat
in Enrique's lap. "So you want Marta Rosa to show you a good time?" Marta
asked me. Then before I could respond, her hands went to my belt and undid
it and the top of my pants. She reached in and found my cock, which was
soft. I was nervous and felt like every eye was on us.
"Ooooo," she crooned, and began massaging my cock. Despite everything, I
began to get hard. "Hey," she yelled out to everyone, "this boy has man
cock!"
I was both proud and ten shades of red. She leaned forward as she massaged
my cock and said in my ear, "You want Marta Rosa to teach you?" I put a
hand up onto her left tit and nodded.
In a split second, she was leading me by the hand toward the stairs as I
tried to hold up my loose pants. Arturo and his brothers were cheering and
clapping, as were some others. Nothing was said about money.
Marta Rosa led me up the stairs and down the hall to a room. Once in, she
closed the door and leaned back against it smiling at me and blew a kiss. I
barely had time to take in the room. It was sparsely furnished and smelled
heavily floral. There was the bed, a vanity, a chest, and an attached
bathroom. There were two oddly placed mirrors on one wall that I decided
later could be one-way mirrors like my Dad had in his hardware store.
She took my hands and pulled me close, pressing my hands to her
breasts. She leaned forward to nibble my ear. I squeezed her tits. She
giggled.
She turned her back to me and invited me to undo her top. I slide down the
zipper, and the top came off. There was no bra beneath. I stepped forward
and reached around to cup her naked breasts. She wiggled her butt back
against me.
Then she pulled off her skirt and stockings, and backed into me naked. As I
continued to cup her breasts, she rubbed her naked butt against my now hot
crotch. Turning in my arms, she pulled up and off my shirt and then we
embraced, naked chest to naked breasts. We were about the same height.
The feel of her soft breasts pressed against me made me more aware of my
own hard chest and gut. The feel of her bare skin against mine made me want
to press her even harder to myself. Her hands lightly scratched my back. I
moved my hands to her butt.
Stepping back, she finished undoing my pants and knelt down. She removed
first one shoe and sock, and the pants on that leg, then the other. Still
kneeling, she examined my cock. "Beautiful," she exclaimed and kissed it.
We both crawled up onto her bed and lay side by side. With my eyes, I
examined her body, curious about all her feminine details. She was
examining me with her eyes in a hungry manner. Damn it felt good to be
looked at like that.
She laid back and spread her legs, showing me all her delicate parts. She
showed me were to rub and tickle and blow lightly. She showed me her hole
and my cock jumped. She gently held my cock while I rubbed her the way she
told me. Before long, she was getting really wet.
She pulled her knees up and swatted her butt, "Climb aboard little cowboy."
I knelt in front of her tried to just lie down onto her, expecting my cock
would somehow magically go in. I began poking. Marta giggled and reached
down to guide my cock in. As it sunk in the damp, soft, warmth, her pussy
caressed my cock and squeezed it. I shuddered in pleasure.
I lifted myself enough to look down where my cock entered her. The feeling
was fascinating.
As I began to move in and out, her hands went to my butt and I felt her
fingernails scratch over them. Damn, I was afraid she was drawing
blood--that would be hard to explain. She didn't, but at the time, I was
worried enough to almost lose my erection, especially when I felt her nails
clawing at my back.
Before long, I was hard again as her pussy kept squeezing my cock and she
kept raising her cunt to meet my thrusts. Our pubic bones pressed hard on
each stroke. I drove as deep as I could. I wanted to please Marta Rosa. I
wanted to fuck like a man.
Her legs closed vice-like over the backs of my legs. Her hands pulled my
butt hard to her. Suddenly she was moaning and her pussy was pulsing on my
cock. I didn't have time to wonder what was happening with her as my own
orgasm hit with unexpected force.
As we finished, I collapsed onto her, and she hugged me. "No more cherry,
little Andy. You're a man now."
It felt great in Marta's arms, lying on her breasts and soft body, but she
had work to do. She slapped my butt and we got up and dressed.
As we walked back into the bar and all eyes turned toward us, Marta held up
my hand like a champ who won a fight, and let out some loud hoots.
I was blushing, but proud, and damn, I liked fucking.
Returning to the table, I found only Roberto. A chubby whore with a ton of
make up was sitting in his lap, occasionally groping him. I just sat down,
not wanting to interrupt him.
They seemed to be in no hurry, which pleased me. I did not want to be left
alone. Before long, a slender, very young girl in a short black dress came
up and sat in my lap. Her black hair hung down her back. Even though her
face was a little thin, she was pretty. "My name is Maria. You have fun
with Marta?" She asked.
>From across the room Marta yelled at Maria to leave her boy friend (me)
alone. Maria waved a "go away" at her, and nuzzled her face into my
neck. "You have a good time with Marta?" she asked again.
"Yeah," I answered, putting a hand on one her back, and reaching with the
other to squeeze one of her boobs. I was getting damn brave. She wiggled in
my lap.
"How many times did you cum?" she asked in my ear.
"Once," I didn't count the blow job from Art.
"Did Marta do 'around the world'?" she asked.
I wasn't sure what that meant, but doubted we hand done anything special,
so I shook my head "no."
"I can give you around the world," she cooed in my ear. Then she took one
of my hands and placed it up under her dress. She had no underwear and my
hand went right on to her already damp pussy. I rubbed a little as Marta
had shown me.
Without a word, Maria stood up and took my hand. We headed for the stairs,
and again, we had not talked about money.
Maria led me to a different room, but similarly furnished. She closed the
door with her back to me and I boldly stepped forward to press my body
against her. I reached under to cup her breasts with my hands. I kissed the
back of her neck. She pressed back into me.
I unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor and she stepped from it
naked. She lay back on her bed, spreading her legs and moving her hips
invitingly as I undressed.
As I pulled my pants down and my cock sprang up, she gave out an approving
"Ummmmm."
As I climbed up beside her, she pushed me onto my back. Kneeling over me,
she began to kiss and lick down my neck and chest. She mouthed and sucked
on my nipples, while massaging my cock and balls with a hand.
She kissed down my belly, licked in my navel, licked down to my pubes. Then
she kissed and licked my inner thighs and up under my balls. Shaking her
head, she nuzzled the base of my cock under my balls. Then she licked my
balls, then my cock.
She put her mouth over the crown and I felt her tongue caressing my
cockhead and exploring the slit. Then she deep-throated me in one
motion. My hands were clutching her head. I began to thrust up into her
mouth.
Maria manuvered so that her pussy was right beside my face. I leaned
closer, but her smell was strong. I didn't want to lick her, but began
rubbing and playing with her pussy using my hands.
I had to be doing well; she began to get really wet. She was doing well,
too. I began to moan as she engulfed my cock and her hands played over my
balls and legs.
She pulled off my cock and quickly moved up to straddle me, lowering
herself onto my cock. For the second time, my cock entered a soft, warm,
wet pussy. Maria's was a little tighter.
She began to rock back and forth over me, her breasts swaying invitingly. I
reach up and cupped them in my hands. I felt and caressed them. I pinched
her nipples. I squeezed each breasts with my whole hand.
As she rocked, I bucked up. I stayed deep in her. The feelings were
incredible. My hands dropped from her breasts to claw at the sheets as I
felt my orgasm rising. Maria bent down and took my head in her hands,
kissing me full on the lips as she also began to come. We were groaning
into each other's mouths as we ground to hard orgasms.
I almost limped back to the bar this time. I was tired. And hungry. I
realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Mercifully, all three brothers
were back at the table. Unfortunately, no one looked in a hurry to leave.
I returned to my chair amid back clapping, butt swatting, and general
congratulations. After sipping a new coke, I started to feel a little
better, and asked if there was any food to be had.
Enrique decided we needed to eat at a cabrito (baby goat) stand he liked
and we headed out. As we ate, we reviewed the afternoon's adventures. Each
of the brothers described their experience. I was the only one to have had
two women. I definitely felt like a winner. My feelings of exhilaration and
triumph rose as the food revived me.
It was well after dark as we left Mexico. Arturo and I were in the back
seat again. We were all a little quiet. It had been quite a day. In the
dark, I felt Arturo's hand begin to caress my leg and crotch. I had already
been well satisfied and wasn't getting hard or excited. But I let him do it
because it felt comforting. In fact, I reached over and rubbed on his hard
crotch in a massaging, soothing manner.
When we got back, to Arturo's house, Enrique went on, to bed. Roberto
watched TV with the rest of the family. Arturo and I sat outside just
talking. Despite our age difference, we visited easily; a friendship was
developing.
Roberto was still watching a horror movie on TV when Art and I decided to
head for bed. Enrigue, Roberto, and Arturo all shared a room, but each had
his own twin bed. Since no one told me to do otherwise, I crawled into bed
with Arturo. Enrique was already breathing regularly, asleep.
Arturo and I shared his pillow and faced each other in bed, each in just
his underwear. I felt Art's hand slide into the front of my briefs. As he
grabbed and caressed my cock, it began to harden, despite all that had
happened already that day.
I reached into the front of his briefs. His cock was full and hard. It felt
good in my hand. We both pulled off our briefs and moved closer.
Arturo reached out and took me into an embrace. My arms went around him too
and our bodies pressed together. As I felt his hard body press to me, his
long legs entwined with mine, and his thick cock against my belly; as I
felt his warm soft skin and the strength of his arms around me, I decided I
liked naked boys, too.
A boy is all bone and muscle. When you embrace another boy, you feel strong
too. Entwined with his hard body, I felt more male, and like a pure
athlete, relaxed.
Quietly, Arturo reminded me, "Now you really owe me a cock sucking, I took
you to Boy's Town."
I nodded and started to slide down in the bed to do my duty, but he stopped
me. Instead, he moved toward the foot of the bed, putting us into a
sixty-nine position.
He began licking and kissing my balls and the shaft of my cock. I began
doing the same to him. I could smell pussy on him, but I could also smell
him. I liked his smell. Before long, we had our mouths over each others
cocks.
He had to show me how to keep my teeth off him, and how to caress each
other's butt and balls while we sucked.
I didn't think I would come very soon, but was enjoying the experience when
I heard Roberto come quietly into the room. I didn't know whether to worry
about getting caught or not. I didn't think I needed to.
There was a rustling, and then I felt Robert's naked body press against my
back, his cock laying into my butt crack. It felt fully as big as
Arturo's. We had to slide over a little to get all three of us onto the
bed.
Robert began sliding his cock up and down my crack. His breath smelled a
little of beer, but not bad as he breathed down my neck. One hand reached
over to tweak my nipples.
While Arturo and I continued a relaxed, enjoyable suck, I felt Robert move
away a moment. Then I felt something cool and wet being rubbed into my butt
crack and hole. Now I was getting a little concerned.
When I felt Roberto lie down against me again, and felt his hard cock begin
to push against my butt hole, I pulled off Arturo, "What the fuck?"
His hands holding my hips firmly, Robert pushed in. Slowly, but it still
hurt some. "Oh, Dammmmn," I let out. Robert told me to be quiet, and then
instructed me to just relax and it wouldn't hurt.
Well I tried to relax, and eventually Robert made it all the way in, but it
still hurt. With Arturo sucking, though, I never got soft.
Robert started moving in and out. The sensations changed dramatically. Not
only did it quite hurting, something definitely started feeling good, like
a deep itch getting rubbed. I put my mouth back on Arturo's cock.
Robert's held me tightly in strong arms. I could feel his muscular body
pressing hungrily against me. Arturo was sucking and tonguing my cock while
his hands soothed my balls and down at my butt where his brother was
beginning to pound rapidly.
My hands explored Arturo's soft butt and his tightening balls while I did
my best to suck and tongue his cock as he was doing mine. I couldn't take
it all in, but enjoyed playing my tongue around and under his foreskin.
Suddenly Robert plunged deep, pulled me hard against him and stiffened as
he pumped his cum deep into me. I could feel it squirting in. Afterward, he
just stayed in me, propping his head on one hand while gently caressing my
back and butt with his other.
Then Arturo began cuming. I hadn't really thought about him cuming in my
mouth, but when he did, I swallowed it, and the taste was ok, salty. I
sucked hard to try to drain him.
After cuming three times already that day, I wasn't sure I would be able to
again, but just then, Art gave my balls a squeeze and took me deep into his
throat. My orgasm came up slowly, reluctantly, but surprisingly intense. I
tried without complete success to be quiet.
When I was done, Robert finished pulling out, gave my butt a little swat
and got up to go to his own bed. Art came back up to the pillow, and we
fell asleep on each other.
Three weeks later
It turned out to be a while before I could go to Boy's Town again with the
brothers. I wasn't even sure I would be able to get them to take me again.
Arturo and I were getting along fine. We did an occasional rub off in
class. We met after school a couple of times. I let him fuck me, like
Robert had, and Arturo even let me fuck him. We did it doggie style. I
liked it. I liked watching my cock go in and out of his tight, muscular
butt. I like the feel as I slammed into his but each time and the feel of
my balls pressing between us. I liked looking down on and rubbing the
muscles in his back. And I liked the way his broad shoulders tapered to his
slim waist.
I decided guy sex could be more athletic and even hotter than sex with
women. At least with Arturo it was. Yet there was no denying how good a
pussy felt around a cock.
One day after school, Arturo and I went to his house, hoping no one would
be there. No one was, at least until we got to the boys' bedroom. Robert
was sleeping on his stomach in just his underwear.
We backed down the hall and Arturo started giggling. He had an idea. After
he explained it, we snuck back into the room and both stripped naked as
quietly as possible. Then Arturo put some cream in my hand.
At Arturo's signal, we pounced on Robert. Arturo sat backwards, heavily
between Robert's shoulder blades, also pinning Robert's arms with his
legs. Art was facing back down Robert's body toward me. I jumped astride
Robert's upper thighs, with my now hard cock lying in Robert's crack.
Robert had a beautiful, muscular butt. When he was standing, you could see
every muscle. But resting, it looked full, softer, and inviting.
Arturo had made sure Robert couldn't push up. As he woke, Robert tried
unsuccessfully to dislodge us. I suppose if he really fought, he could have
gotten us off. He did make a show of bucking as he felt me grease his
butt. I managed. And I managed to grease my cock. Then I reached my still
greasy hand under his body and began caressing Robert's cock and balls. He
was well hung, and his cock was thickening. He quit bucking so hard.
Keeping my weight on him, I guided my cock slowly into Robert's hole. He
was cussing the whole time. But after I was fully in, I reach under again
to his now hard cock and groped him some more. He had a really fine cock,
long and thick. He quieted down.
Meanwhile, Arturo's hard cock was literally staring me in the face, so as I
began to hump Robert, I bent forward to take Arturo into my mouth. I
couldn't hump, suck Arturo and stroke Robert all at the same time, so I
reluctantly released Robert's cock. He began humping the bed.
His tight butt ring sliding up and down my cock as I moved in and out was
only part of what felt good. Robert was lean and ripped. The hardness of
his butt under my crotch fit perfectly. His smooth legs felt good against
mine.
My hands roamed his strong upper body as well as Arturo's thighs, balls,
and cock. As I humped, I locked my legs down the outside of
Robert's. Arturo's hands were on my head as he fucked into my mouth.
Arturo came first. After he did, I kept his softening cock in my mouth,
sucking on it like a pacifier as I fucked Robert harder and deeper. As I
was humping Robert, he was humping the bed. It was pretty obvious that
Robert was cuming when his butt hole began spasming around my cock and he
began moaning. It only took a few more strokes for me to cum as well as I
shot my cum up his butt.
We all lay there panting a moment when Robert recovered enough to growl
that he was going to bust our asses. Giggling and laughing, Arturo and I
jumped off and grabbing our clothes, ran naked from the room. I was first
out through the door and ran right into Angela.
She and I went down with me landing on top of her. Angela was in shorts,
and I was immediately conscious of my cock and balls on her naked thigh. I
looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide as saucers.
Arturo went running and laughing by. I looked back over my shoulder as
Robert reached the door, his cock still semi hard and dripping. He took one
look at me lying there, realized his sister was looking at him too, and
slammed the door on both of us.
I jumped up yelling, "Sorry, Oh shit! Sorry, Oh shit!" and ran laughing
after Arturo and into the bathroom, where we both changed quickly and
escaped from the house before Robert could catch us.
Angela's smile always seemed a little bigger whenever I came to their door
after that.
The Next Trip
It was about a month after my first trip that I was able to return to Boy's
Town with Arturo and his brothers. Again, I had made arrangements with my
Dad to sleep over at Arturo's and we left in the late afternoon.
By now I had become friends with all three brothers; intimate friends with
Robert and Arturo. We joked and talked casually all the way over.
Once there, we went to the same bar and sat at almost the same table. Soon
girls were coming by. I saw Maria. She was busy with a guy across the
room. They left soon after.
I looked for Marta, but could tell by the overall noise level that she
wasn't there. We watched a couple of floor shows, and I took some kidding
from the girls coming by the table.
I was really glad when Marta came in from behind the bar, carrying a
shopping bag. She was busy loudly fussing and putting away things for a
while before she saw me. When she did, she saw that I was watching her and
gave me a big smile.
She came over, "Hey little Andy with a big dick!" She groped me when she
reached the table and settled into my lap. Before long, her antics had
captured the attention of the entire bar. But while she was carrying on, my
hand had slipped under her skirt. No panties. I began to rub her like she
taught me.
"Ooooooo," she exclaimed loudly. "And big boy hands too." She clamped both
her hands down on to mine and onto her pussy and made a big show of humping
my hand. I slipped a finger into her pussy. She barely missed a beat, but
then let out a big whoop.
She clowned around a bit more, then told me, "You wait for me, baby. I'll
be back." Then she returned to the bar, where she seemed to be setting
things up and giving instructions. Then she worked the floor, groping half
the men and a couple of the girls.
It seemed like forever, but she eventually wound up back in my lap. Robert
had already left with a girl. Enrique and Arturo both had girls in their
laps.
Marta sat astride my lap, facing me, and began rubbing her hands all over
my chest. She began calling me her little stud, and her boy doll, and her
boy on a cock, stuff like that. Before I knew it, she had her hands up
under my shirt, massaging my tits. She was kissing my neck and grinding her
pussy against me.
Then she undid my pants and reached in, grabbing my hard cock. Pulling it
up, she slid forward until her skirt hid her pussy rubbing the end of my
cock. "Damn," I thought, "She's going to fuck me in front of everybody!"
And she did.
She slid the end of my cock into her slit, put her arms over my shoulders,
and began rocking on me. With my pants still almost up to my waist and her
skirt covering us, no one could really see much, but they could all tell
what we were doing from the way she carried on.
Enrique and Arturo began to whoop it up and ran hands under the skirts of
the girls in their laps. Soon Art left the table with his girl.
I was reaching a point that I wasn't going to care who saw what; I was
getting close. Marta sensed that and pulled off me, still keeping me partly
covered. "Zip it," she said.
I did, and she took me upstairs to her room. When we got there, she slammed
the door, pushed me back onto the bed and almost ripped my pants, shoes,
and socks off. I pulled off my shirt while she stripped.
I scooted up to the middle of the bed, still on my back. Marta climbed up
and sat over me, lowering herself down onto my cock. "Don't move till I
tell you," she said.
And I didn't. I stayed perfectly still as she began rubbing her pussy and
clit with one hand and her tits with another. I did move my hands. I kept
feeling up and down the inside of her thighs and softly stroked her pussy
when I could get at it.
She began really riding me, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pussy
furiously. My hands gripped her thighs as I resisted moving and tried not
to cum.
Marta began to make little crying noises as her pussy began squeezing and
was suddenly very wet. And still I held on.
She crested her orgasm, laid forward on me while still humping. She put her
arms around me and rolled us over to me on top, while keeping me well
inside her. "Now fuck," she commanded hoarsely.
I pumped my little ass for all I was worth. Her fingernails were up and
down my back, especially scratching my butt as she pulled me hard to her on
my strokes. She was fucking back just as hard as I was fucking her.
I couldn't help it, I was letting out my own crying noises as my cum rose,
my balls tightened, and I squirted into her like a fire hose. We both were
groaning and crying out.
As we slowed down, I collapsed onto her. Then I rolled to the side as I
softened and slipped out of her. We caught our breath.
And we actually talked a few minutes. When it was just the two of us, Marta
was really sweet. She asked me questions about my school and my friends.
Then she paused and looked thoughtfully at me. She looked like she had just
gotten an idea.
"Stay," she told me, as she got up and slipped on a robe. Then she left the
room. I felt a little funny, just lying there naked and considered putting
some clothes back on. Instead, I saw a clean and folded towel which I laid
over my middle as I laid in bed.
After a few minutes, Marta came back into the room, leading a little girl
by the hand. The girl was dark. She had thick black hair and large brown,
animated eyes. Evidently she had a lot of native blood. She was a beautiful
little girl, wearing a little summer dress. She looked briefly around the
room and then stared at me. She bent a little to look under the towel and
between my legs. My cock began to stiffen.
"Andy," Marta said, "This is Carmen. She is eight years old. I got her
because a rich gringo promised me a lot of money for a little girl's
cherry. But you know what, Andy. That gringo hasn't been back for a
while. Now, I like Carmen. And I like you--you like fucking me, instead of
the other, younger girls."
She brought Carmen closer. "I want you to take Carmen's cherry. You can be
nice. I'll help you. And then Carmen can feel your dick in her before some
horse dick old man fucks her. You can make it nice for her, and I think it
will be nice for you, too." She smiled.
I sat up on the edge of the bed, the towel still over my lap. I looked
questioningly at Marta and she nodded like, "Yes, I mean it."
Marta undressed Carmen and put her up kneeling next to me on the bed. Marta
then dropped her robe and stepped up to Carmen. She placed a hand behind
Carmen's head and pulled her forward to suck on one of Marta's tits. With
her other hand, Marta began fondling Carmen's bald pussy.
Carmen's big eyes looked over to me. I wondered even how much Spanish she
could speak, and how much she understood of what was going to happen.
I reached over to where Marta's hand was working. Carmen's little pussy was
smooth and slightly pouty. Her limbs were long for her body. She was a
little thin.
Marta let me take over. I stood up, letting the towel drop and stood next
to the girl and woman. I pressed my cock against Carmen's hip. With one
hand, I continued to rub and caress her pussy. My other stroked face then
ran over the soft skin of her neck, shoulders, and back.
Carmen's eyes went to my cock. She reached out a hand and felt over
it. Marta stepped back and I stepped forward. I put my arms around Carmen
and pulled her kneeling, naked body to me, my cock and balls at her little
cunt.
I bent to kiss her, while I rubbed her pussy with my cock and balls. Then I
laid her out on the bed. I spread her legs, and laid down on her, my cock
to her pussy. The top of her head came only to my chin.
"Go slow," Marta cautioned. "Get her ready."
Actually, I was beginning to become more concerned about me cuming to soon
than moving too quickly with Carmen. I rolled off and around to lay on my
side next to her, in sort of a sixty-nine position, I began exploring and
caressing her private parts with gentle hands.
Marta sat at the edge of the bed, absently rubbing her cunt. "Lick her,
Andy. She's clean; never been fucked."
Tentatively, I licked the top of her slit. Carmen squirmed a little. She
tasted clean and good. She smelled faintly of little girl urine, but that
was exciting. I licked further in. My tongue brushed her clit. It was
getting stiff.
I licked up and down her slit. My hands were all over her legs and
crotch. I tongued into her hole. And she was liking it.
Marta took one of Carmen's hands and placed it on my hard cock. She moved
her hand up and down the shaft. I moaned, and Carmen squeezed a little
harder.
My tongue was getting sore and tired, but I liked the taste of Carmen, and
I liked the effect I was having on her.
"She's getting ready," Marta said. She grabbed a pillow and put it under
Carmen's butt. "Do it."
I moved down to kneel between Carmen's legs. As I stroked my cock, Carmen's
eyes fixed on it and widened. Marta's eyes were on my cock, too, and I
stroked in a show for them a moment.
Marta grabbed some KY off the nightstand and spread some into Carmen's
pussy. Carmen squirmed delightedly. Then Marta spread some onto my cock. I
moaned with pleasure.
Marta stepped back and pulled Carmen's legs up by the ankles. I bent
forward, guiding my cock to Carmen's hole. I used my cockhead to search her
slit for it, and found it. I pushed the tip in. She was tight, and hot.
Carmen made a little whimpering noise. Keeping my cockhead in her, I laid
some of my weight down on her and bent to begin kissing her on the lips. As
I began pushing slowly into her. Her pussy was tight around me. Marta
released Carmen's legs, and they thrashed a little out to the sides.
I continued to push in. Carmen squirmed and whimpered; her legs jerking and
thrashing. Her hands went to my shoulders, trying to push me away. About
then, I hit her hymen.
I pumped in and out, but didn't get past it. Each time I hit it, Carmen
whimpered. I looked up at Marta, who was lewdly leering at us and stroking
her pussy wildly. "Pump in hard," she said. "It may take a whack or two."
I gave a might hump and punched through. Carmen cried out. I wrapped my
arms around her, her face pressed to my chest muffling while comforting
her. I held still inside her while she quieted.
She began to relax. Her hands moved from my shoulders and wrapped around my
neck. I bent from my waist to put my lips back over hers. I tried
"frenching" her, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
She began to respond. She began kissing back. Her arms tightened around my
neck. I began to move my cock back a little. She whimpered. I slid slowly
forward. She moaned. She was still incredibly tight around my cock.
As I began to pump, still kissing her deeply. Her moans became softer and
at some point, they became pleasurable. As I supported my weight on my
elbows, I alternately bent to kiss Carmen, and straightened to embrace her,
feeling her face against my chest as I laid myself onto her small body.
Marta reached under Carmen's bottom and pushed her up a couple of times to
show her how to fuck back as I fucked her. We soon had a rhythm going.
I could not believe how hot and tight Carmen was for the full length of my
dick. And when I say full length, I mean it. I was plunging all the way
each time until my pubes pressed her bare pussy. My cock felt huge and long
in her, and as I moved in and out, I felt her tightness over every bit of
it.
Marta's hands began to caress my back and butt; she felt up Carmen's legs
and sides.
Before long we were pumping faster than rabbits. "I'm going to cum," I told
Marta through clenched teeth. And I came, plunged to the hilt in Carmen.
"Stay in her," Marta commanded. "I want to see if we can get her to come
too."
Marta carefully rolled us so that Carmen was on top. Marta sat her up so
that she was sitting on my cock. Then Marta crawled up onto the bed on all
fours and began licking Carmen's pussy. I could feel Marta's tongue as it
brushed where my cock entered Carmen.
With my hand, I reached Marta's humped up butt and pulled her around to me
some. I began rubbing and fingering Marta's cunt as she worked on Carmen's
pussy. Carmen was still so tight and hot, I couldn't get soft. I stayed
rock-hard.
Without instruction, Carmen began rocking up and back on my cock. Her hands
were on Marta's head as Marta tongued her. I watched Carmen's eyes rolling
up in pleasure.
I felt Carmen's pussy clench my cock once, and then again under Marta's
stimulation. That stimulated me and I began pumping up in time with
Carmen's rocking movements. My hand found Marta's clit as she moved
obligingly closer.
Carmen was now bouncing up and down on my cock, her hands tightly clutching
Marta's head as Marta mercilessly tongued her most sensitive spots.
I was going to cum again. About that time, Carmen's pussy clenched several
times and she whimpered and moaned. I came. Carmen clenched more as she
felt the cum hitting up in her.
Then we slowed down and Carmen pushed Marta's head back away. Marta rocked
back upright and my finger went up into her pussy. Marta continued stroking
her own pussy, becoming oblivious to us, except for my hand and finger.
Carmen looked down at me and I stretched out my free arm. Carmen laid down
on me, and I put my arm around her. We rested with my cock still in her as
we waited for Marta to bring herself to climax, my finger wiggling in
Marta's cunt.
When she had cum and her cries and whimpers died out, she remembered us,
and looked down to where Carmen lay, her face against my chest, my arm
around her, my cock still in her, but softening. Marta smiled benevolently
at us, and bent to kiss us both over our faces.
I hugged Carmen snuggly with both arms as I felt my cock slip from inside
her. She sighed.
After we had dressed, I knelt to kiss Carmen and hug her a last time. I
told her in Spanish that I hoped to see her again soon. She hugged me back,
but I didn't know if she understood.
I wondered what would happen to her.
That's it for now. There is certainly more to tell if anyone wants more. As
always, comments and suggestions are welcome at [email protected].
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Bhabhi
by Archmaester Pervos ([email protected])
***
Bhabhi's teasing of his Devar (Husband's brother)
results in a frustrated life for Devar. But one day when
he returns home unexpectedly, it results in a desired
but unexpected situation for Bhabhi. This story is the
first of many chapters to come that will tell the tale
of how Bhabhi fell deep in her Devar's sexual grasp.
(MF, wife, reluc, 1st, oral, anal, india)
***
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and a
product of author's twisted imagination. The characters
depicted in this story are not real, and they do not
represent any person alive or dead. If there is any
inevitable resemblance with any person, living or dead,
then it is completely unintentional and a mere
coincidence. All characters in this story are above the
age of 18.
Introduction: Here we introduce the central characters
of the story and their relationship with each other.
Dev: He is the main protagonist as well as the narrator
of this story, and probably the whole series.
Rajesh: He is elder brother of our hero, and is always
referred by Dev as 'Bhayya'. (Elder brothers are called
and referred to as Bhayya by the younger siblings.) He
is married to Radhika.
Radhika: Rajesh's wife and Dev's sister-in-law. She is
always referred to as 'Bhabhi' by Dev. (In Indian
culture, Brother's wife is always referred as Bhabhi and
receives mother like sacredness, and obtains authorities
and respect from other siblings of her husband, even if
she is younger than some the siblings. Also, if 'Bhabhi'
is younger than the husband's brother she refers to him
as 'Devarji' out of respect.)
Here Radhika always refers to Dev as 'Devarji' as she is
3 years younger than him.
***
CHAPTER 1: Bhabhi's Consensual Rape!
"Fuck! It's 6 o'clock," I said looking at my watch, to
no in particular.
"You got anything to eat man? It feels like I haven't
eaten anything for ages," I asked one of my final year
project group partner.
"Nahh man," replied the one whose room we had 'hijacked'
for near about whole last year, "last piece of food got
finished hours ago while you were sleeping."
"Dude! I only slept for like 20 minutes then. And that
was 3 hours ago!"
He shrugged and said, "That's probably when we ate it. I
might have forgotten to wake you up."
Damn! If I hadn't needed him on the project, and it
already being March (we have to submit it by last week
of April) I won't be able to replace anybody now, I
would have kicked his ass.
He is still probably pissed off about using his room for
project assembly. I can't blame him, he was being given
hard time from his other room partners and the landlord
for the mess we had created. Just more two months and
everything will be over.
"I am going home."
"About time you did!"
Fuck Off Dude! I really, really wanted to hit him now.
Again, not his fault. For the last whole year I have
been living here more than at my home. People think I am
that dedicated about the project, don't get me wrong I
am, but I am dreaded about staying home and having to
face my Bhabhi.
"Dude! I know you are pissed about the whole situation
with the room. I am really sorry to put you in the spot.
But please man, only one more month, or even less if we
are able to finish the project. If the landlord says
something tell him I'll pay extra for the trouble."
"Yep, that's the only thing you can do, right! Mr. I-
Have-Got-Money! Just go man!"
Others of the group had already left. I had decided to
stay back for some testing, and now I was regretting the
decision.
I collected my things and left immediately before the
argument could get any uglier. As the project was coming
near end tension was flaring everywhere. Only last week
we had an almost full blown fight between the guys from
Mechanical and Electronics department.
First time ever in my college's history someone has
tried something like this, including multiple
departments for one project. I and one of my closest
friend had put together a team consisting of two
students from each branch of engineering.
Last year's fighting on the football arena between
Computer Science (my dept.) and Mechanical had soured
the intra student relationship. And created many
faction. It was only time someone would do something
stupid. So, with the intention of bringing everybody
together we had come up with this idea and have
everybody root for us, as the project itself would have
rocketed the image if our college into glory.
My head was throbbing as I reached my bike. I was
looking forward to get some relief from the ride home.
By the time I reached home, I was feeling a little
better. But as soon as I started going up the steps of
my building, I came to think what was awaiting me.
Bhabhi! Damn that women! She was making it hell for me
to live there.
Don't get me wrong. She isn't a wicked witch or
something. She is good. And kinda young.
She and my brother got married more than two years ago.
It's an arranged marriage. My brother's 35 now and she
20. She is 3 years younger than me. And she is
beautiful! Hell, she is hot! But she was... She was...
sprawled across the sofa?
Well, let me backtrack a little. I reached the door of
our flat with my mind clearly occupied, I absent
mindedly pulled my iPhone out and pressed the command
for door unlock in my Home Security's master app. I
removed my shoes and placed them in the rack and I was
just about to head towards my room when something caught
my eye. I turned to check what it was when I say her.
She was sprawled across the sofa couch. It wasn't unlike
her. Her and Bhabhi's bedroom was just a few feet away
across the living room.
She was lying face down with her head towards the door.
I was starting to get worried when I saw her voluptuous
left breast almost spilling out of her low cut blouse.
I paused there for a moment or two just ogling at her,
when finally I came to my senses I called out,
"Bhabhi!?!".
She stirred a little.
"Bhabhi?" I called out again a little loudly this time,
successfully capturing her attention.
"Are you alright!" I asked a little concerned.
"Aahh... Devarji," she moaned (I think painfully, but
I'm never sure with her), "I think I sprained my back
while changing the cylinder." (Here cooking gas -LPG- is
sold in 14 to 16kg metal cylinders. We don't have gas
lines till now.)
"Why don't you go and rest in your bedroom. You'll be
more comfortable there."
"I don't think I can move properly. I barely made it
here from kitchen. I am really glad you are here. Please
help me get to bedroom."
"Ya, okay! Let me just put my things away first."
I quickly went to my room dropped my things and returned
as quickly.
I went to her side pulled her left hand across my
shoulder and tried to make her stand so that she could
walk to her bedroom with my help. But it wasn't going to
be so.
"Aaaaa!" she screamed as soon as I tried to pull her to
her feet. Immediately I let go of her and stood there
pondering what to do next.
"You will have to carry me to my bedroom, devarji. I
don't think I can walk."
Seeing that it was the only option I said, "Okay. But
first roll over on your back so that I can pick you up
in my arms."
"I think you'll have to help me roll over."
I sighed and crouched down and placing my right hand on
her hip and left on the shoulder I started to push her
up and over. As she came to lie on her back I tried to
avoid my elbow brushing against her breast. But my
attempt seemed to be in vain as I felt her boobs
pressing in my forearm and elbow like she was
intentionally pushing it. (Strike One)
I picked her up with my arms under her knees and
shoulders and her arms across my neck for support. My
left arm was under her shoulders and I had made sure to
place it such that my hand came under her near her
stomach. I didn't wanted to, even unintentionally, place
my hand anywhere near her breast. But my hand
positioning only seemed to enable her to lean towards
me, pressing her boobs in to my chest with such a gusto
it felt like the boobs wanted to get into my lungs.
(Strike Two)
We weren't rich or something but my brother had got
himself a really good position job. We had a comfortable
living with a good flat on rent in a pretty decent
locality. The only downside was that my brother didn't
get to be at home much. His job made him travel to
different locations every week and was mostly away for
4-5 days usually between Monday and Friday.
I think this was affecting Bhabhi' sex life. As within
six months of their marriage she had started flirting
with me and eventually teasing me. I first thought it
was a playfulness of Bhabhi, that she was really getting
fond of me and was having fun making me feel
uncomfortable. But soon I wasn't sure about that. Later
it looked like she was trying to seduce me. Only because
I had a girlfriend I think I could hold out against her
advances.
I placed Bhabhi on the bed and was about to leave when
she asked me to massage her back. I obliged her.
I went to the bedside drawers to find something to apply
on her back. There were some options available in the
second drawer, a spray, a tube and a glass container. I
knew by experience what was the best remedy for sprained
back or for that matter any sprained muscle, the glass
container which went by the name "Tiger Balm". (Tiger
Balm is a semi-solid vapor rub of such a strength that
just by opening its cap your eyes start to water. It
gives out a very good heating effect on the underlying
muscles reliving them of any strain. If you could ever
get your hands on one I'd recommend buying it.)
Now I rolled her on her stomach and placed some cushions
under her, such that her lower back was slightly
elevated for easy access for massage. I placed a cushion
under her head and told her to relax and started
massaging her back.
Bhabhi usually wears Sarees just below her navel. So on
the back side, the area of back which I knew would be
most affected was easily available for massaging. But
still I made a mistake of asking her, "Where do you want
me to massage you?"
"The whole back," she replied.
So I started on her back just below the blouse. I
applied a generous amount of the balm and massaged with
care and strength. As I started to move down she stopped
me by saying, "Devarji, You didn't do my shoulders!"
Though her blouse was low U cut on the back, still
access to her shoulders was not possible. Which I
pointed out, again to my fault.
She immediately brought her hands back, unstrapped her
blouse and pulled it down on her arms to the biceps.
This gave me access to her whole shoulders and back and
also made me aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing
any bra.
'Is this another trick of her to seduce me?' I thought
to myself as blood rushed to my dick. (Though it didn't
got erect but it stirred.)
'She couldn't have known I was coming home today,' I
thought unsure, 'could she?'
I wasn't sure if this was a trap or a genuine situation.
"Stop staring at my back pervert and do what you are
here to do." She said playfully.
I hadn't realized that I was staring at her back while I
was thinking. Embarrassed I started to massage. I
started with her neck, then moved down to her shoulders
and shoulder blades. As I was about to start to move
down, she asked me to go lower on the sides. I obliged
and moved my hand laterally sideways just a little and
started massaging. A moment later she again asked to ho
down. This time again I obliged, though reluctantly. I
was aware that my hands were almost reaching to the base
of her breasts which were bulging out sideways due to
her body weight. Before she could make another request I
said, "That should be enough in this region. Let's move
down."
As I slowly moved down I, finally reached the hem of her
saree. There I massaged her back for a while. When I was
done I tried to leave only to be stopped again by Bhabhi
with her new request. "Please go lower on the back!"
I didn't wanted her to just drop her saree now. So I
myself pulled it down as far as it will go without
having to unravel it. It had reached the base of her
buttocks and I could see the edges of her ass cheeks. I
went ahead and massaged as good as I could without
reaching near her ass crack which was slightly visible.
All this massaging had got me worked up and my dick was
now at semi erect state.
"Go lower, please!" again came the request. My dick
jumped on that.
She felt my hesitation and said, "Here, this will help
you!" and pushed her hips up, taking her hands below her
stomach she undid the knot that kept the saree in place.
Then pushed her saree midway up her ass.
I didn't know what was I shocked about more! The fact
that she wasn't wearing anything or that she pulled down
her saree to show me her ass. And what a lovely ass it
was. Perfectly rounded, pink tight ass! How do I know it
was tight? Well I instinctively touched it. And I would
have kneaded it with all my might had she not moaned and
broken my trance.
This time I silently massaged on the extreme ends of her
lower back and slightly on her visible ass. And as I was
expecting she asked me to go lower.
Now my dick was already trying to cut out of my jeans.
And the rush of blood there had left me with little in
the brain, I think, because what I did next I don't
think I would have done if I had been sane.
I pulled her saree all the way down to her thighs. And
gods help me for I would have cummed in my pants just
from the sight of those delicious globular ass. And that
pick rosebud of an asshole. It took all my mental
strength, whatever that was left, from taking out my
dick and impaling her ass.
My pulling down of her saree might have amused her. With
a smirk she said, "Saw anything new today, Devarji?
Something that you might have liked?" (And that's Strike
Three!)
I couldn't help but think back on all the times she had
been a cock tease. How she would rub her ass against my
crotch most of the times. Bawdy jokes about my manhood.
"Mistakenly" grabbing my dick and then innocently say
"Sorry". Sometimes she would just spill some juice on my
pants and then rub me like she was helping me clean my
jeans. Once she even said, "Thank the gods its only cold
drink! We wouldn't want to burn IT up with hot coffee!"
while eyeing my crotch. Sometimes she even did this all
in front of Bhayya. Every time I'd be flushed with horny
embarrassment!
'Yep!' I thought to myself eyeing her puckered asshole
with a devilish smile on my face.
I took some balm and started massaging and kneading her
ass cheeks. I kneaded and massaged in such a way that
the cheeks started to part a little. Then keeping my
left hand on her left cheek to part it from the right, I
again scoped the balm from the container- but this time
only with my index finger- and then jabbed it in her
asshole and rotated my finger as quickly to apply it
everywhere on the inside.
"Aaaaa!" came the scream I had been expecting.
"What the fuck did you do?" she screamed banging her
fist continuously in the mattress. "Its burning like
hell!"
"I just shoved some Tiger Balm in your ass." I replied
calmly.
"Why the fuck did you do that! I am dying with pain!"
"Well, consider it a revenge for all the time you have
been cock teasing me, making me uncomfortable and making
it a hell for me to live here."
"You know I had to live at a friend's room to get away
from you!" I continued. "That fucker friend is now
getting on my nerves! All because of you!"
"Okay, okay! I am sorry for all the shit! But please do
something now! I can't handle it anymore! Ohh god,
please fucking do something!"
"Alright! Let me just get the Vaseline from the drawer."
I rummaged through the drawer and found what I was
looking for. I took the Vaseline to her, putting some
generous amount on my index finger I started to enter
her ass. I couldn't believe how tight she was and I
hadn't noticed it previously. Hell, my asshole was more
stretched than this. (A lot more actually. It wasn't
that I was bi. I didn't even liked the taste of my own
semen, I don't know if I could suck some other guy. But
I liked massaging my prostate glands and could easily
take a regular sized 6inch dildo.)
I could only go in up to my first knuckle in her anus. I
massaged her inside for a while and then retrieved my
finger to take some fresh supply of Vaseline. This time
I pushed in more and was able to fit my whole finger in
her. I gyrated my finger with some gusto and Bhabhi
started to moan.
"Mmmm... It feels good. But it's still burning, please
keep doing it." She said, like I was now going to stop.
I retrieved my finger and this time pushed in two lubed
up fingers. Again I massaged for a while, occasionally
with crooked finger to heighten the pleasure. As I
sensed her getting closer to an orgasm I stopped. She
grunted her disappointment.
"I have a cream in my room that I think will be more
effective." I said to her. "Also, I have a funnel that
will make it easier for spreading the cream on your
inside and it will massage your anal walls as well."
Saying that I left for my room not waiting for an
answer. Though I think I heard her grunting 'Okay'.
In my room I striped out of my jeans and T-shirt. I saw
that my underwear was soaking wet with my pre-cum. So I
decided to strip out of it as well. I pulled out myself
made cock and ball restraint which allows me to last
longer than usual, as I was not sure I'd last longer in
my current state of arousal and with what I had in mind.
I donned a shorts and a football jersey without any
underwear. I adjusted and placed my cock under the band
on my shorts. I took a tube of anesthetic lube from my
supplies in my wardrobes' hidden compartment. As I was
about to leave my room I decided against the lube and
placed it in my bedside drawer for later use.
As I entered Bhabhi's bedroom again I heard her say,
"What took you so long? It has started to burn up
again!"
"Don't worry. I have brought the special cream. It will
smooth your pain. And after I use MY FUNNEL you'll
forget about THIS pain."
"Okay, hurry up! I can't stand this anymore."
"Okay. I'll get right to it. But first you'll have to
raise your hips to give me easy access to your anus."
"Okay, alright. How do you want me positioned?"
Pushing my hand under her stomach I pulled her up and
brought her knees under her. I placed a cushion between
her thighs and abdomen. Then I placed my hand under her
chest and grabbing by one of her breasts pulled her up
to place a cushion under her chest and one under her
head. All the while mauling her breast very hardly. I
think I might have left a red hand print there. As I was
retrieving my hand I pinched her other nipple very hard
and twisted it for a second or two.
"Aaaa!" she screamed in her pillow, and then asked,
"What was that for?"
"I am still mad at you a little for all the teasing!" I
lied to her. "Now relax as I work on your anus." With
that I pushed her head in the pillow and got on the bed
behind her.
I took some Vaseline and worked up inside her anus with
one digit. Then taking my dick out lubed it up with
Vaseline. (If I had brought the anesthetic lube, Bhabhi
wouldn't have felt much pain from the stretching my cock
would have provided. I didn't want that. But also I
didn't wanted to dry fuck her. Well at least not today.
By the way my dick is about 7" when full erect with 3"
of circumference. That should make a pretty good
stretching on her ass.)
"Relax now," I said, "I am about to put the funnel in.
It might sting at first, but later you'll feel good." (I
hope so. But I don't think so.)
"Hmm, okay. But hurry up. I can't take this burning
anymore."
She seemed eager to take my 'Funnel' in her ass. If she
only knew I was going to trade her burning pain with
some stretching pain. I couldn't help but smile a wicked
smile as I placed my cockhead on her anus opening,
guiding my cock with my right hand and holding her ass-
cheeks apart with left.
I pushed on the opening a little to gauge how tight it
was. Putting it in a 'very tight' category, I pushed
hard and my thick cockhead popped inside her. I was
rewarded with a painful grunt.
Damn! The sensation felt good! The tight sphincter was
trying to crush my head. As much as I wanted to keep my
cock that way I also wanted to ram it all up in the ass.
(It's not like you get to rape your Bhabhi's virgin ass
every day. You can always slow fuck later. But the
tightness now can be only optimized with a rough fuck.)
After a moment or two laying still and enjoying the
feeling I decided to continue my onslaught. I pulled
back my hips to bring the cockhead all the way out, just
leaving the tip inside to guide it back, I held her hips
with both my hands, and then rammed it home with all my
might.
"Bhenchod*! You ripped my ass!" she yelled at me through
the pillow. (*Bhenchod is a Hindi cuss word meaning
'Sister-fucker'.)
I felt satisfied at the sight before me, my cock rammed
all the way in my Bhabhi's virgin ass and my balls
resting probably on her cunt.
Without giving her any time to get accustomed to my cock
I pulled out all the way leaving just my tip inside and
rammed all the way in again. I continued this for quiet
a time each time treated with a grunt from her.
Now that her canal felt a little stretched I decided to
change my tempo. Without disengaging myself from her ass
I got down from her bed while pulling her towards the
edge.
"What are you doing?" she asked a little confused after
catching her breath.
"Shut up, bitch!" I growled not wanting to be disturbed.
As soon as her ass was positioned perfectly on the edge
of her bed, I said, "Let me finish what you started!"
And with that I started fucking her ass with all my
might at a break neck speed.
On and on went the assault, and I was completely
oblivious to her shrieks, or moans or whatever noise she
was making. I didn't cared then. I wouldn't have given a
damn even if she would have been dying then. Today I had
snapped, and I had snapped for good. I had been
transformed into a Beast. It was only right that I get
to have my Beauty, whatever the cost.
Still continuing my speedy onslaught I took my hands
down to her cunt with the intention of tormenting it. To
my surprise I found her soaking wet and her clit swollen
out like a tiny 1inch cock. Not sure what to make of it,
I took her clit between my thumb and index fingers and
squeezed on it a little. This must have a shiver through
her body as I felt her trembling. Liking how it felt on
my cock, I this time pinched it hard and twisted it, all
the while keeping my fast paced fucking!
I had expected painful tremors, but what I got not just
surprised me but also stopped me in my tracks, or in her
tracks to be more specific.
As soon as I pinched she started having a BIG orgasm,
with a huge emphasise on big. How I know? Well for
starters, her ass clamped down on my dick with such a
force that, even if I had achieved an orgasm, I wouldn't
have been able to spill my cum inside her at that
moment. Over that she was shaking so violently that I
was feeling like my cock was inside a mechanized
vibrating pussy. All this was having an heightened
effect on me, and the only reason I hadn't had an orgasm
was because of my tight restraint. I had fixed it very,
very tight. So tight, that my cockhead was a dark purple
now and my balls were starting to turn blue. But I had
started to feel that, if I didn't cummed soon and
relieved the pressure on my cock, I might burst a vein.
Now, mustering up my strength and Bhabhi's ass still
clamping down on my cock I started my slow in out
motion. The friction was too much to handle and
apparently Bhabhi was still shuddering with her orgasm
which was having a stronger effect on my over sensitive
purple cock. With just a dozen stroke it was evident to
me that I was reaching my point of no return. Few more
painfully difficult strokes and then I had my greatest
orgasm in my life up to now. So great was the orgasm
that I spewed and spewed my cum in her ass for what felt
like eternity.
I might have collapsed on Bhabhi had I not balanced
myself with the help of her back. This fuck was what you
would call 'fuck of the century,' and I was pretty damn
sure I wouldn't have such a good orgasm ever. It wasn't
just the act of fuck, but also the perverseness of the
situation. Me having fucked (more likely raped) my
Bhabhi's virgin ass. (Bhabhi is considered sacred, like
ones mother. And this added to the perversion that much
more.)
I may have been satisfied now. But I wasn't done. My
cock had started to get limp, but the cock-n-ball
restraint made the process slow. Again I started
pumping, but this time at a slower pace. This got the
attention of both my cock and my Bhabhi. As both started
to stir, where my cock got hard and ready, Bhabhi let
out a moan indicating her readiness.
This time, instead of ravaging her I decided to pleasure
my Bhabhi as a token of appreciation. Being standing on
the floor beside the bed and her ass pointing up towards
me in the air I had a lot of room for movement.
Placing my left leg on the bed beside her body and
leaving my right leg down on the floor I started my hip
movement. This position allowed me to apply a good
amount of pressure without having to pick up speed.
After a while of straight in and out motion, I pulled my
cock out up to my head, then bending a little down I
pushed in and upward. This motion seemed to have brought
the desired effect as I heard Bhabhi moan.
On next stroke I again pulled my cock out up to my head
and then pushed in and downward. Again I heard her moan.
I continued to do this alternatively, up to the point
she was panting heavily. Sensing she might be near her
orgasm I decided to try something. I took my one hand
towards her breasts and other towards her cunt. Then
pulled my cock out leaving only the head inside and
pinched and twisted her nipple and her clit together.
The pain seemed to work, as she started to have a
screaming orgasm and again clamped down on my cock.
As soon as the clamping started I pushed with whatever
strength I had left and started fucking her with hard
full strokes. This pushed her over the top and she
started to shudder violently having one continuous
orgasm after another.
I held myself there for her to calm down and all the
while making sure not cum. After she came down from her
high her sphincter finally became lose enough for me to
retrieve my still swollen member. As soon as I released
her from my grip she rolled over on her back and started
breathing heavily.
My cock was still hard and I needed to cum at least one
more time before I was done with her. So I moved towards
the other side of bed where Bhabhi's head had finally
came to rest. I could see she was still panting and
heaving, clearly exhausted by her tonight's ordeal.
As I was moving across to the other side Bhabhi seemed
to notice for the first time ever my erect cock. "Oh My
God! That Monster was in me?" she exclaimed, clearly
surprised at the size of my cock which had ravaged her
ass tonight. It was evident from the look on her face
that she had never seen a cock of this size. There was a
glad/pleased look in her eyes. Glad that the cock wasn't
in her anymore and pleased that it had been in her.
I didn't replied anything, I was still in a trance. And
my brains' only objective was to get as much pleasure I
could by using her body.
I reached the opposite side of the bed where her head
was. Leaned down, held her shoulders and dragged her
towards me. All this while she was eyeing my cock with a
look of amazement. Only when I pulled her body to me and
started to aim my cock towards her face did she realized
what I meant to do. Instinctively she opened her mouth,
either in protest or in acceptance I don't know as I
muffled her with my cock.
I could only go in for like 3 inch and the angle of her
head restricted me. Again I pulled her towards the edge
so the her head was off the bed bent backwards lining
her throat for my dick. I pushed in one more inch before
hitting her throat and she gagged on that.
I could see fear rising in Bhabhi's eyes on the
implication of deep-throating. She hadn't done this
before, and didn't wanted to do it now. But like I said,
I was in a trance and didn't give a damn about what she
thought or wanted.
I was relentlessly pushing against her throat, and she
was squirming under me trying to get away, her movement
just made her gag on my every thrust. Finally I growled,
"Swallow my cock bitch or I'll choke you to death first
and then throat fuck your limp body. One way or another
you are getting throat fucked today! Understand?"
She stopped squirming, I think she couldn't deny the
seriousness of the situation. The coldness with which I
said must have really spooked her up, as I tried to push
my cock this time, she tried to swallow.
It took me 3 tries to push my cockhead past her throat
entrance and lodge myself all the way in her throat, my
ball resting on her nose. The effort had left her eyes
watering. Seeing it I decided to have some fun, and not
to pull back my cock from her throat. This made her
panic and she started to push me back and thrash her
head sideways in an attempt to escape.
After a moment of denying her air I pulled back and she
started breathing heavily trying to get as much air as
she could. I didn't gave her more respite though, as I
slammed in immediately. I fucked her roughly, but with
deep and long strokes, which was not just giving me
pleasure but also allowed her to breadth in between each
stroke. I continued fucking her like this for some time.
And was nearing my orgasm.
I was sure I was going to explode in her in about a
minute or two, but there was something my mind was
trying to tell me that I couldn't place in all the
fucking frenzy.
There was a distinctive beep-beep coming from somewhere,
my conscious mind was not able to determine where it was
coming from, or what it meant, but my subconscious mind
knew that my Watch was triggering an alarm to notify me
that someone with a KEY was trying to get in the house.
(I had Master Locked it, so the door could either be
opened from inside or with my phone's master app.)
The beeping continued for some 2-3 minutes and I
continued my fucking relentlessly. It seemed like the
beeping was extending my explosion point with every
beep, accumulating all the pressure for a big bang
explosion.
I continued ravaging Bhabhi's throat, and the beeping
continued!
Deep in my subconscious mind I knew that other than the
two of us in the room there was only one person who
could have a key. My brother!
'Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong' finally came an
insisting sound of door bells.
The door bell pushed me over the top, and I exploded
deep in Bhabhi's throat spewing all my cum directly in
her food pipe.
The door bell and the orgasm must have broken my trance.
As I was draining my cum in Bhabhi's throat realisation
of reality was flooding my brain. I immediately became
aware of where I was, what I had done. And more
importantly!
"Bhayya is HERE!"
Shit!
To be continued in next chapter...
Author's Note: The idea for the central theme of this
chapter Devar-Bhabhi- assfuck came from the first ever
erotic story I ever read almost a decade ago.
I have developed the story as per my imagination and
narration style with an aim to continue it to make a
book with at least 20 chapters. This is a Homage to that
story which opened a new world for me.
This is the first chapter of book "BHABHI!" of the
series; "Adventures of Dev." I hope I'll be able to
complete it.
I would like to hear from the readers. And am looking
forward to your comments.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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A Most Unusual Morning
by An Awful Cad (C)2007
Keywords: MF, Oral, Anal, PIV, Cheat
The following tale is part of the series "A Most Unusual Day." Each of
the parts stands independently, although together they tell a broader
story. I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well.
Disclaimer: It's porn. Don't read it if it might offend you, if it's illegal
for you, or if you have an actual or mental age of less than 18.
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My day had begun in unusual fashion. My loving but unadventurous wife
of 15 years had wakened me with an unsolicited handjob. It was the first
time she had done that. Ever. It was a great handjob, and a great way to
wake up, but I was feeling confused.
Several days earlier we had had a frank conversation about our sex
lives, the first such talk of our marriage, and realized that neither of us
was satisfied. We had made a plan to be more open and communicative when
it came to sex, and had made an explicit plan to share our previously
overlooked desires and fantasies and see if we could make up for lost time
by making them come true. But still, I was confused. Did she think this
was my fantasy? Was it hers?
I had a series of conflicting emotions. Happy that she had taken the
initiative to introduce this wonderful treat into my life. Curious about
her motives. Melancholy that I had missed out on this for so long until
now. And above all, disoriented by the sheer surprise and intensity of it
all. But I didn't have time to reconcile these feelings, because the
controlled chaos that is our morning routine began with the frenzied
precision of an aircraft carrier leaving port, and I was consumed in the
wake.
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A little while later I was standing at the counter of my mechanic's
jumbled shop. He was shouting in Farsi. Nothing much unusual about that,
here in the suburbs of greater "Irangeles." That was pretty much his usual
condition. But this time he was shouting at a customer. A woman. A
genuine Persian Princess, California-style.
I saw a blaze of rhinestone-encrusted Chanel sunglasses flash by as she
whirled away from the counter with a pout and an odd "thumbs up" gesture
that had to have been some sort of insult. She made an unusual contrast
with the grubby shop in her skintight Versace pants and jacket. Her
fingers glittered with the dowry of a true Mesopotamian princess from the
days of Hammurabi (or perhaps modern Saudi Arabia). On the fourth finger
of her left hand glittered a massive stone.
She dropped in the inflatable blue promotional "Goodyear" chair by the
wall with a huff and, not surprisingly, I heard the angry click of her
cell-phone opening.
Simon gestured me towards the counter with an annoyed look on his face.
"Sorry. So sorry." he said with a shrug.
"Not a problem" I replied calmly. "She looks like a piece of work." I
intoned, with a raised eyebrow.
"My uncle's wife." He explained conspiratorially. "I have to fix her
car for free and she's angry that she has to wait 10 minutes for me to free
up someone to drive her home. Of course, if she were really in a hurry,
she lives less than a mile away...
"So," he continued, "I gotta be honest with you, it's gonna be a little
while before I can get to your car. You wanna bring it back tomorrow
instead?"
"Sure" I answered, grateful for his honesty, so rare and unusual among
his profession. "No problem."
I turned and headed for the door where I found the Princess hurling one
last guttural insult into the maw of her cell phone as she slammed it shut.
Some bizarre hand of fate grabbed me and stopped me in my tracks,
squeezed my diaphragm and seemingly forced me to blurt out a tentative
question. "Excuse me. Could I give you a lift somewhere?"She gave me a
piercing stare, taking me in from head to toe. I wasn't going to be
featured on the cover of 'Los Angeles' Magazine any time soon, but
apparently my Bloomingdales house-brand suit was well-tailored enough to
pass her inspection. She looked in my eyes and then slowly turned to glare
at Simon, who I now realized was her nephew, even though he had to be at
least 15 years her senior.Her nostrils flared as she stared him down.
"That would be very NICE." She said coolly. She turned with a flourish of
her 350 dollar coiffure and stalked for the door, as if she knew where she
was heading.
About three minutes later, we were idling in front of the gates of a
massive white mansion. The towering white columns which were visible
through the wrought-iron bars made the house resemble something from
another ancient Mediterranean culture. Not a word had been spoken.
"Here, use this" she said abruptly, handing me a small plastic card
which I waved in front of the box on the side of the driveway. The
imposing portal slowly swung open.
"Please come inside" she said firmly, when I stopped in front of the
huge front door. "I'd like to thank you with a cup of coffee."
This was certainly one of the most unusual experiences ever to befall a
pasty Caucasian lad with thinning hair in the inexorable grip of middle age
such as myself, so I turned the key to silence the motor. As I was still
feeling the warm glow of my morning handjob, my motives were less
lascivious than they might have been some other time. Mostly I was curious
about this exquisite creature and what she could possibly want with me.
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I looked around as I followed her into the house. It was hard to tear
my eyes away from her sashaying ass as we navigated the stairs to the door,
but an enormous pair of marble lions vied for my attention. They lost.
She had an incredible ass. Flaring hips tapering into mile-long legs, with
just the right amount of curvature to create that hypnotizing shimmy with
every step. The smooth surface presented by the skin-tight fabric
suggested that she was wearing nothing underneath. My thoughts turned to
the possibility of finding out that answer first-hand. Lust had once again
entered the picture. Where was this unusual and unexpected invitation
leading?
A life-sized alabaster statue of a naked woman thrust her breasts at us
as soon as we entered the house. What seemed to be acres of glittering
black and gold-trimmed furniture floated on a sea of white shag carpet.
We entered a kitchen the size of my house and soon she was thrusting two
rigid nipples covered in painted-on Juicy Couture T-shirt plus a small cup
of ink-black coffee into my general direction. When she spooned two
teaspoons of sugar into her cup, I did the same before sipping the pungent
brew.
She took off her semi-frosted glasses, allowing me to see her whole face
for the first time. She wore enough beauty products to outfit a touring
production of Aida, but the lavender eye shadow and glittery powder did
nothing to hide her incredible beauty.
"I am Aliyah." She stated simply. "Thank you for helping me. Simon can
be such an ass sometimes." She tossed her mane again and rolled her head in
a stretching motion. This had the effect of thrusting her chest out,
straining the buttons of her Versace top and leaving her looking somewhat
like a clothed version of the statue in the foyer.
Straightening her neck, she fixed me with a purposeful stare and wet her
lips to speak. "I feel dirty from being in that place. Would you like to
take a shower with me?"
Now this was beyond unusual. My brain was suddenly overloaded with the
firing of a million synapses at once. A thousand questions jostled for
attention. "Could this be happening? Why me? Was she just trying to piss
off her husband, who would then have me killed by some thugs and dropped in
a desolate canyon somewhere? Was my wife somehow testing me? Rewarding
me? Should I vocalize any of the questions and risk breaking whatever spell
we were under?"
While I wrestled with my thoughts, Aliyah put down her cup and walked
out of the kitchen to the enormous sweeping staircase that led upstairs.
"Come with me." It was somewhere between a command and a request.
'I'd like to do exactly that.' I thought to myself, watching her curves
undulate smoothly away from me. The distinct possibility that I was being
seduced by this walking wet dream produced a sort of euphoria in me that
overrode my better judgment, as well as my surging feelings of guilt. My
cock, still sore from the prior activities, came to life with a throb.
Twice in less than three hours - could I do that? It seemed that I might
find out, as I arose from the table and followed her, my body seemingly
moving at its own accord.
I was not so enraptured as to ignore a good enabling rationalization.
While perhaps it had not been an explicit fantasy of mine to be seduced by
a gorgeous Persian femme fatale, this was clearly a once-in-a-lifetime kind
of experience and hopefully, if it came to that, Jennifer would accept it
that way. While it wasn't a very good excuse, it was sufficient to allow
me to leave my guilt behind as I followed Aliyah towards the stairs.
Undoubtedly I could retrieve it on my way out...
Aliyah's tight ass swayed in exaggerated fashion as she sashayed up the
sweeping spiral staircase. 'I've seen this a dozen times in porn videos,'
I thought, 'and now I'm living it!'
I had another moment of doubt as I watched her impossibly perfect ass
sway inches from my face. No panty lines there to mar the smooth
magnificence of those taut orbs - and no way this could possibly be
happening - could it? No matter. I was going to play this hand a little
while longer. I could feel the saliva literally pooling in my mouth as I
imagined running my tongue between those shimmering cheeks in front of me.
Any doubts about my ability to perform vanished instantly.
When I crested the top of the stairs, I looked around for Aliyah. I was
confronted by a long curving hallway, with more plush white carpet and
"museum-quality" walls fading into the distance like some kind of De
Chirico painting. Light poured out of one doorway and I moved towards it.
It's not often that I think about the physical power of beauty. Usually
it was more of an annoying pain in my side, a constant roar - the
omnipresent whining of a thousand media harpies all shrieking "look at me -
aren't I pretty!" But this was the ancient, pure strain of beauty, primal
and untainted by commercialism, which I was consuming uncut, straight into
the vein. I stared agog, as my mind turned to mush.
She had removed her Versace jeans and shirt and now stood in front of me
in a scanty white thong and half bra. Her hips were angled slightly and
her long burnished legs stretched to a point, accenting her perfect
hourglass shape.
Her stomach was a flawless sea of skin, while the firm mounds of her
creamy breasts asserted themselves boldly over the tops of the barely
resisting brassiere. She affixed me with a dark-eyed stare that could only
be described as smoldering and asked, "You like it?"
I was jolted back to reality by her words. "Hell yeah, I like it." I
blurted. "Let me see the rest of it."
She gave me a wry smile and slowly rotated, first thrusting her luscious
tits and dark, dart-tipped nipples directly at me and then, with a turn of
her smooth shoulder she pirouetted to display her back side. I was now
confronted with the reality of that perfect ass I had imagined only seconds
earlier.
"Take that off." I commanded.
"What, this?" she asked, hooking her long sparkling nail under the wispy
string of her thong and pulling it slightly away from her body.
"That. And all of it."
She leaned down and bent her knee to remove the offending fabric,
pushing her gorgeous ass cheeks towards me and gently parting the cleft of
her smooth flanks to reveal the luscious fruit inside. Two delectable
slices of ripe peach, hung there, tantalizing me, and above them, a darker
patch of that fertile valley hinted at the crinkled pucker of her anus.
"Excellent!" I proclaimed. "Keep going."
She reached back to unfasten the bra, causing her sinewy back to ripple
and reveal the unblemished slope of her clavicle. Teasingly loosening the
lacy fabric, she slowly revealed her burgeoning mounds, confronting me with
the urgency of her hard nipples.
"You like my tits?" she asked, coarsely, holding them up for inspection.
"You men are always so fascinated with tits. I'm not sure what the
attraction is."
In response I pounced, diving on her swelling chest and fastening my
mouth directly on one of those delicious gumdrop nipples. Aliyah gasped at
the strength of the sensation as I sucked fiercely on her tender nub. With
one hand I palmed her other breast and squeezed roughly. She shuddered at
the intensity and went momentarily rigid.
I maintained a steady firm suction on her teat while my free hand traced
the silky curve of her back around the smooth bend of her waist and
sweeping flare of her hips until coming to rest on the perfect sphere of
her ass. I could feel her nipple distending inside my mouth and abruptly
pulled my mouth away with a pop, again causing Aliyah to gasp.With that
incredible sound ringing in my ears, I straightened up to gauge her
response. Her eyes were bright and focused, engaging me directly, but
warily. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with her excitement and I could
see the mottled discoloration I had left on her swollen nipple. I felt the
thrill of the hunt surge through my veins. We were hunter circling hunted,
looking for an opening to land the final blow. But which of us was which?
She brushed her hair back with both hands which had the effect of waving
her mouthwatering tits right in my face. Before she could make her next
move, I dove right back onto her other breast and fastened on to the other
gumdrop I found there.
Sliding my hand around her hips to her groin I discovered that she was
perfectly smooth -- shaven cleaner than an operating room table! And she
was hot. Smoking. A fire pouring out from between her legs along with a
thick coat of her pungent secretions. I immediately plunged my hand into
her steaming furrow and slid it along her slippery lips.
Feeling her awash in pussy cream, I pressed forward with two fingers,
driving them into her cavern up to the first knuckle. This time the gasp
sounded more like a moan. I pushed on until my fingers were fully seated
in her channel. Right away I rotated my wrist to bring my thumb down
firmly on her pubic bone, capturing her swollen clit directly under my
thumb. I rolled it from side to side like marble while plunging my fingers
in and out of her sloshy hole and after only a few strokes she began to
orgasm.
I kept up the pressure as she spasmed, grinding my thumb against her
clit in time with each paroxysm. Aliyah threw her arms around my neck and
crushed my head against her chest so hard that for a moment I thought I
might be smothered by her magnificent tit-flesh. As her orgasm subsided,
Aliyah's legs wobbled and I put my free hand around her for support.
I relinquished my lip-lock on her teat and slowly stood up. Aliyah's
eyes were now half closed and she was panting heavily. I withdrew my
cum-slickened fingers from her pussy and slid them slowly up her body. She
squirmed momentarily when I painted her sensitive nipple with some of her
own cream. Next I traced her jaw line and cupped her cheek with the sticky
fingers so that we could both smell the fragrant aroma of her pussy juices.
It was a heady, intense smell and it made me realize my own arousal.
I caressed her cheek with my pungent digits and stroked her plush lips
with my fingertips. Her tongue snaked out to flicker across my fingers,
and, feeling her warmth, I plunged my fingers into her mouth. Aliyah
immediately took me in and began sucking hungrily.
Pleased by her slutty behavior, I pushed her back until her legs butted
against the bed and she was required to sit down. Straddling her legs, I
moved forward until my crotch was right in her face, with my throbbing
bulge leading the way. Aliyah needed no further encouragement and
furiously attacked my belt as if her life depended on releasing the
contents of my trousers ASAP.
She released the belt and button and then ripped open my pants and
shoved her hand immediately into my shorts. She emerged with her prize
and, wasting no time, immediately plunged her slick mouth down over my
straining shaft.
I let her slurp hungrily on my bone for a few moments, then I pushed
away and stood back to remove my clothes. I managed to remove my shoes,
pants and boxers and began to unbutton my shirt. My cock jutted out
obscenely in front of me, throbbing angrily as if it were searching for a
way to get back into the warm hole I had just pushed away.
Aliyah sat still on the edge of the bed, staring at my groin with a
dazed, hungry expression. Her hair was now tousled and her cheeks were
flushed with excitement. Her once-perfect lipstick was smeared and her
chin glistened with our secretions.
"Lie down." I instructed as I ripped off my shirt and pants and tossed
them away, leaving us both completely naked.
She flopped back on the bed, but it wasn't a passive flop - she was
eagerly anticipating the next phase of our coupling.
I knelt down and placed my nose at the junction of her legs and inhaled
deeply. Her fragrance was rich and pungent and I savored the dense aroma
as well as the sight of her slick pussy, shaven bare but red and engorged
with arousal. Her labia were darker, almost matching the color of her
areola and stood out from her bare mound, swollen, slick and aching for
contact. I did not oblige, however, and Aliyah groaned in frustration as I
simply sniffed around her sensitive region.
Moving up, I straddled her body and knee-walked forward, teasing her
crotch with the tip of my cock. I was in no rush and I enjoyed teasing her
slippery furrow with my bulging cockhead, observing her cunt lips blossom
with engorgement even more under the stimulation. Aliyah drew short
gasping breaths with each stroke through her steaming slit and I grinned at
the slight increase in pitch when I brushed her hard clit with my pole. I
took my shaft and drew a line over her smooth, flat belly until I came to
her fabulous chest mounds. Taking my swollen stalk in hand, I traced the
outline of her breasts, painting her nipples with a mixture of my pre-cum
and her own juices.
I was stroking my crown lightly along her face, enjoying the exquisite
sight of my pulsing tool resting on her flawless cheek and alongside her
luscious plump lips, when Aliyah lost patience. She turned her head and
engulfed my glans in one gulp and proceeded to swallow the rest of my cock
in two deep gulps. She swabbed my pole with her tongue and sucked
hungrily.
I began to slide my shaft deeper into her wet mouth, slowly at first, in
and out, then building up the pace until I was fucking her face, pinning
her skull to the mattress with each stroke. When I had really got pumping
and Aliyah's saliva was flying with each thrust, I stopped suddenly and
sank my cock all the way into her throat. Her cheeks bulged and her
windpipe convulsed as she attempted to accommodate my girth.
There was a loud sucking of air as I withdrew my shaft and uncorked her
throat. Her spit hung off my pulsing tool in long strands, draping her
lips and chin. Leaning forward, I dropped my swollen balls directly on her
gasping mouth and was rewarded with an electric pulse of pleasure as she
tongued my furry pouch and sucked first one, then the other nut sack into
her warm orifice.
I let her gargle my balls for a while I slowly fisted my hard shaft, and
then I rotated my hips, pulling my scrotum from her mouth and covering her
lips with my tingling anus instead. She didn't hesitate and immediately
commenced lashing my sphincter with her tongue. I was impressed with her
enthusiasm.
I ground my ass down on her face, savoring the slick warmth of her
tongue as it skittered over the surface of my sphincter. Now that's
assplay!
As good as it felt, however, this position had the disadvantage of
preventing any view of the spectacular womanflesh writhing beneath me, and
that was a sight I could not miss, so I reluctantly dismounted from my
perch on her face.
I positioned myself between her legs and paused with my cock resting on
her moist slit to tease her one more time and to savor the sight that lay
splayed before me. Inky pool of hair, dark smoky eyes, exquisite face -
covered with sticky trails of man-slime, firm pillowy breasts, swollen nips
begging to be sucked, flat smooth stomach and then the plump, naked vulva,
split by that glistening red gash. Sex incarnate.
I eased forward sliding my dick into her slippery channel and
immediately feeling the warm rush of endorphins released into my
bloodstream from the incredible sensations. Both Aliyah and I moaned at
the same time as my cock sank home. I started pumping back and forth,
slowly at first. Because I had already come once a few hours earlier, I
felt no urgency, nor any need to concentrate on holding back my orgasm. I
was free to fuck away, so I began to pick up speed until I was banging away
like a two-stroke motor, crushing her clit against her pubic bone with each
impact.
Aliyah's tits, firm though they were, were sliding up and down with each
stroke like two heaping plates of pudding on a train. Her jaw quivered
slightly too with each impact of our hips. It only took a minute of this
drilling until she began to come again. This time she was loud.
"Yes!" she shouted. "Fuck yes! Oh! My! Oh my! Oh my fucking
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Her climax took over and choked off her screams as she writhed in
pleasure. The feel of her pussy spasming on my cock was incredible, but
still I plowed on. As she came down from her peak, I adjusted my angle. I
put her ankles on my shoulders, stretching her long, smooth legs across my
chest and angling her pelvis forward. I wrapped my arms around her firm
creamy thighs for leverage and found that in this position I could hammer
away with renewed vigor.
This also had the effect of causing my cock to slide across the roof of
her cunt, brushing against the firm nub of her G-spot that hung there and
soon she was exploding in another orgasm. This time her convulsions and
shouted curses were accompanied by a gush of warm lubrication from deep
within her sheath. The combination was too much for me and I could feel my
eruption become inevitable.
With a few last jack-hammering thrusts I erupted, buried deep in her
pussy in a series of burning spurts. As I felt my orgasm flood out of my
cock and into Aliyah's womb, I was momentarily thankful for my recent
vasectomy.
When my eruption stopped, I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed.
Neither of us said anything, as we gathered our senses. I gazed at the
naked form of the incredible beauty splayed out beside me and tried to make
sense of it all. What had just happened? An hour ago I was just an
ordinary middle-aged guy taking my car to the mechanic without, for once,
even the slightest thought of sex on my mind, and now I was lying next to
the finest piece of centerfold-grade trim I had ever had the pleasure to
poke. I looked over at Aliyah and noticed her still heaving breasts and
freshly fucked pussy which was glistening wetly and drooling a long string
of my pearly cream. Damn! Not only did I nail this Persian Princess, but
I had done a good job of it, too.
Aliyah was the first to move. Sliding her legs off the bed she stood up
slowly. She held her arms out to me and said "come with me."
Holding my hand, she led the way to the bathroom and guided me inside.
Not surprisingly, it too was a vast expanse of white and chrome. The
shower enclosure alone could easily have been mistaken for a squash court.
"Let's clean up a little" she said, pushing a button which magically
produced a cascade of water from the ceiling of the shower.
"Okay, but remember --I'm an old man, so don't try anything 'funny' in
there" I warned, only somewhat jokingly.
Aliyah laughed, flashing a toothy smile and mischievous eyes. "My
husband is older than you by a good bit," she replied, "and he doesn't have
a problem going again."
I thought of telling her that she was not my first unplanned sexual
encounter of the day, but instead simply bit my tongue.
"Okay, I promise to be good." She said with a shrug. "Come on."
Aliyah stepped into the shower and invited me in with open arms. I
stepped into her warm embrace and was surrounded by the most incredible
sensations. My front was pressed against the warmth of her soft skin and
lush pillowy breasts, while my back was treated to the tingling caress of
her wandering, lightly stroking fingers and at the same time I was
surrounded by the warm cascade of water and sensuous steam enveloping us
both. I took the opportunity to explore her body with my own hands. Such
a feast for the senses. She was firm and soft, slick and smooth, clean and
dirty.
I was acutely aware of the sensations in my groin. The unexpected
symphony of pleasures from bathing with this remarkable specimen of nubile
womanhood were producing a throbbing ache in my cock as it sensed the
precious rarity of the opportunity before me yet lay temporarily stricken
by the exertions of the morning.
Aliyah caressed her self with the soap, spreading the lather over her
silky body in teasing, seductive strokes. As she cupped her pert breasts
and offered them to the cleansing spray, I could not resist any longer. I
grabbed her from behind, encircling her torso and replacing her naughty
hands with my own. She gasped as I roughly torqued both her nipples
between my thumb and forefinger and crushed her body against my chest. My
tumid, yet not fully erect cock rested in the still soapy crack of her
ass.I slid one hand down her taught midriff and into the slick folds of her
pussy. Her cunt was still creamy and her labia engorged. I plunged two
fingers deeply into her steaming hole and simultaneously strummed her hard
clit with my thumb. Aliyah groaned and ground her ass into my cock.
Grabbing one of the three showerheads off the wall, I directed the spray
across her tender nipples and down over her hairless pussy. I spread her
lips with one hand and directed the firm spray directly on her exposed
clit.
She twisted her head and hungrily sought out my mouth with her own. We
kissed furiously as I worked her sex vigorously with my hand and the
sprayer. Aliyah moaned continuously and shook with pleasure. Soon her
body was stiffening as her pleasure built to a crescendo and she came with
a quivering shout.
Afterwards, I admired her lithe form as we toweled off. She was like a
primal force. A Mesopotamian Goddess of Fertility. Or perhaps just
luxury. I was once again amazed to find myself in this position. Only this
time the feeling woke the slumbering fight or flight instinct and, since I
had clearly won the fight, I realized it must be time to go. I looked
around to gauge the prospects for a rapid escape. Clothes were nowhere to
be seen. Wallet? I didn't even have an idea where that was. When I
looked back, Aliyah was staring me right in the eye while drying her hair
with her towel and thrusting her nakedness directly at my admiring eyes.
"Are you hungry?" she asked. "I'm famished, let's go eat"
She sauntered out of the room completely naked except for the towel
forming a turban on her head. I admired the preternaturally smooth curve
of her ass as it flowed out of the room. The exquisite sway was
intoxicating. I'd have to eat lunch somewhere - might as well be here I
reasoned.
She was gone, but her aura hung in the air like a pheromone cloud. I
followed like Yogi Bear drawn by the scent of pie on the other side of
Jellystone Park. When I got to the stairs she was gone. As I stood there,
I felt her hand brush across my back and casually swipe across my towel
clad ass. She had taken a detour to put on the shortest, sheerest white
silk robe on the planet. It draped loosely across her breasts held
seemingly only by the stiff nubs jutting from the top of those majestic
peaks.
In the kitchen she opened the refrigerator - a gleaming stainless steel
wall approximately the size of my garage door - and pulled out a several
containers of food. Soon we were tearing through packages of deli meats,
tubs of eggplant spread and piles of fresh pita bread. As I was raising
the first overstuffed pocket to my mouth, Aliyah fixed me with a serious
glare."You're going to stay and play with me this afternoon, aren't you?"
I froze."Well, um..."
"You have to!" she blurted. "I will die of boredom if you don't." Her
eyes were looking a little wilder now. She knew what was coming.
"I have to get into the office." I sputtered. "I actually have quite a
lot of work to do."
"You can fuck my ass if you stay" she said bluntly.
There was complete silence, although inside my head the alarm bells were
ringing. My emergency command center was overloaded by the simultaneous
firing of every single synapse in my brain. This really couldn't be
happening to me. Had she just gone right to the top of my fantasy list and
cherry picked the most gleaming, unrequited desire right off the top of the
stack? Surely somewhere, lurking was Satan himself, waiting to jump out
and claim my soul for having tricked me into some unknown Faustian bargain
that would be consummated the second I passed through this woman's backdoor
to paradise.
The hackles rose on the back of my neck. My middle-aged muscles tensed
as I searched for an escape - and my cock throbbed with an urgency I could
not remember. My God! Three times in one day. A woman offering her ass
to me. This was MOST unusual...
I locked eyes with Aliyah and a look of burning desire passed between
us. Suddenly our lips were locked in a furious embrace. She tore the towel
from my waist and I crushed the magnificent globes of her ass through the
silky fabric. Aliyah grabbed my jutting pole with a rough grip and began
to jerk sharply up and down.
The pleasure was too intense and I reached down to stop her.
"Here," I said, grabbing a container of fresh olives off the table and
pouring the oil they were packed in over my angry joint. "Lube it up."
She stroked my slickened meat until it glistened like a flagpole on a
hot California afternoon. I was captivated by the sight of her dark hand
pumping my swollen member, but I pushed her away, turning her to face the
table.
"Bend over." I grunted with a shove.
Aliyah fell against the table with a crash, scattering the remains of
our lunch. Her back was arched, supporting her weight on her arms and her
spectacular rump was thrust out in my direction. Her hair hung like a
black veil around her face, preventing me from seeing her expression, but
she remained still with her head bowed. Tense. Braced and waiting.
I spread her naked legs roughly, like a cop performing a frisk, before I
began my search of her illicit cavities. I thrust my hand between her legs
and was greeted by a blast from the furnace of her needy twat. I ground my
hand through her sodden cunt with a wet slosh until I had mashed her clit
against my wristbone. On the return trip I spread my fingers to stroke her
engorged lips and harvest as much of her pussy drool as I could gather.
With one smooth stroke I slid my slickened palm across the steamy furrow of
her vulva and between the canyon of her ass until it came to rest on top of
her twitching sphincter. I spread her cunt cream around her anus in
deliberate circles and stepped back.
"Reach back. Open it for me." I commanded. She reached back with one
hand to pull her left cheek away from its perfect twin. Her hand was still
slick with the olive oil and left a shiny smear on her taut flesh.
"Both hands."
She had to lie flat against the table to bring her other hand back and
pull apart her ass cheeks, revealing her dank ass crack and tight,
burgundy-colored asshole. Her knuckles were white with exertion as she
vigorously pried open her ass for my inspection and I was momentarily
blinded by the flash of the massive piece of ice on her ring finger and the
string of stones representing half my annual income around her wrist.
Her breasts were crushed against the table, causing them to bulge out
from her side and she was lying in a puddle of some sort of food. Her fine
hair still shrouded her face, but had parted enough to reveal the bright
glint in her eye. She wasn't resigned, she was eager.
I dove forward and pressed my face into her sticky crevice until I was
ear-deep in her ass. I fastened my lips over her crinkled sphincter and
sucked hard, causing her rectum to recoil. I stroked the humid orifice
firmly with my tongue, stiffening it and insinuating the tip into the dank
aperture until I was able to fuck her ass with it in long fluid strokes.
She tasted vaguely of olives.
I picked up the olives and poured a liberal stream of the fragrant oil
over her ass, watching it cascade over her anus and drip in shiny
green-tinted rivulets down her thighs, just as I knew my own semen would be
doing shortly.
Using the slippery oleo to ease the way, I was soon plunging one, two
and then three fingers deep into her rectum.
"Oh yeah. Push it in!" she blurted as my cluster of digits sank past
the second knuckle, repeatedly stretching and spreading her elastic anus.
Pulling back, I watched her dark orifice gape at me, as if it was asking
what was taking me so long. Deep in the pit of my stomach I felt a swarm
of butterflies churning as I realized my deepest fantasy was about to come
true. I was going to fuck this gorgeous woman's ass.
I stepped into position behind her and rested the bloated tip of my cock
in the greasy crater of her anus. Aliyah shifted her weight, bracing for
the impending assault.
"Do it." She grunted. "Now!"
I pushed forward firmly and observed her asshole dimple under the
pressure. I pulled back on her hips and maintained the pressure. Her
sphincter was considerably softened by my manual explorations and I could
see her wrinkled pucker retreat, expand and finally acquiesce under the
assault of my bulging pole, which made a triumphant entry into that unholy
sanctuary like a victorious Roman general returning to Rome.
I had conducted extensive research for what to do if this moment should
ever arrive and recalled the repeated admonitions to go slow and let her
get accustomed to my girth stretching her rectal canal. I pushed steadily,
slowly inserting my pole into her ass and paused when the swollen crown
slid past the tight ring of her anus with a plop.
"Don't stop!" she ordered brusquely. "Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck my
ass!"
Hearing her obscene shouts enflamed my lust and I drove forward with a
stiff lunge and pounded my shaft into her bowels in one stroke until I was
firmly sheathed and plugging her ass chute. The table rocked under the
impact, I could feel the rhythmic throbbing of my own engorged pole
reflected back at me by the tight elastic grip of her rectum, but I didn't
stop to savor it. I began a steady pounding of her ass. Rapidly,
frantically even, at first, but then settling down into a steady pace as I
became accustomed to the incredible sensations of my first ever ass fuck.
Aliyah gave a long, loud, low groan as I shafted her ass, and her body
rocked against the table in rhythm with my pounding piston. I was
strangely detached from it all. My cock, although iron-hard, was somewhat
numb and even painful from its previous labors. But still I pounded away,
determined to take in every facet of the experience in case it was my last
trip to this Promised Land.
I noticed Aliyah's eyes were closed and she was panting rapturously in
time with my thrusts. Her previous attitude had dissipated and now she
seemed lost in her own ecstasy. After a while her pants turned to gasps
and then moans until once again she was shouting.
"Oh my God! Oh my GOD! OH -- MY -- GOD! She howled. "You did it.
You fucker! You fucked my ass and now I'm going to come! I've
nevaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!" Aliyah tossed back her head and bayed out her
pleasure as the spasms of orgasm overtook her.I was nonplussed. I had
never heard of a purely anal orgasm before. Although it was incredibly
exciting to see the reaction to my anal assault, I still could feel that my
own climax hadn't yet begun. So I continued to pound away, feeling a bit
like burglar inside a bank vault, anxiously eying the clock as I
frantically stuffed my sack with all the purloined loot I could carry
before the cops arrived.
Aliyah's orgasm continued, or began anew, I couldn't tell. She cycled
through a series of climactic paroxysms, with her moans and shivers rising
and falling, until after an amazingly long period of time, she was silent,
slumped loosely on the tabletop. Amazingly she continued her tight grip on
her own ass cheeks, holding them spread wide for my assfucking convenience.
The sight of her lolling jaw and gasping mouth triggered an unexpected
impulse. I jerked my straining tool out of her ass and scrambled around
the table to present the greasy, gooey member to her mouth. She showed no
emotion as she opened her mouth wide to take in my slimy phallus.
Aliyah was blowing my cock and my mind at the same time. This was so
far beyond even my wildest fantasies that I hadn't even imagined it was
possible. This gorgeous Persian slut queen was lustily sucking her own ass
off my cock. That incredible thought was enough to trigger my climax and I
felt my cock lurch painfully as it deposited its burning payload in her
mouth. The pleasure was too intense and I had to withdraw from her sucking
lips. Although my cock continued to pulse and twitch uncontrollably, only
two more gobs of semen oozed from the tip, dropping with a plop on Aliyah's
cheek, where they mingled with the glistening sheen of olive oil and other
secretions smeared across her face.
I felt like I imagine David Banner feels, after a rampage by The Hulk.
Not that Aliyah didn't orchestrate the whole thing, but God, man! I had
not only fucked her ass, and fucked it hard, but I had stuffed her throat
with my dirty dick - fresh from her own asshole - and watched her licking
her ass juices right off my pole. It was an otherworldly combination of
exhilaration and embarrassment.
The tableau had the look of a crime scene photo. The table had been
driven against one wall by the force of my thrusts and food was spattered
everywhere. Aliyah was slumped motionless on the table. Still she held
her ass cheeks pried rigidly apart, exposing her battered, oil-soaked anus
for public inspection. Her body glistened with sweat and the coagulated
remnants of our meal. One side of her face was pressed against the table,
while the other was soiled by a slimy slick of oil, pre-cum and her own ass
grease, topped off by two translucent globs of congealing spunk right at
the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, starring vaguely into a corner of
the kitchen, but as I gathered my own breath, she began to come around.
She blinked twice and turned her eyes toward me. Withdrawing her hands
from her ass, she slowly straightened her body and stood up from the table.
Using one exquisitely manicured finger she slowly swiped the sticky cum
into her mouth where she gathered it with her flickering tongue."Now that
is a meal" she said with gusto.
She grabbed a hand towel from a rack near the sink and began to dab
daintily at the mess on her face. Then she began to straighten up the mess
we had created - righting overturned containers of food, mopping up spills
and throwing away what could not be salvaged."Can I help?" I asked lamely,
feeling guilty over what I had wrought. But she declined with a wave of
her hand."You go clean yourself up" she said without even looking at me,
"I'll straighten up here."
I thought that was an excellent idea, so with one last look at the
smooth perfection of her hourglass shape and magnificent ass, which was now
stained with the glistening oil, I turned and headed back for the shower.
After some initial difficulty locating the shower controls, I was soon
back under the warm cascade, scrubbing the remnants of our liaison from my
body. I showered rapidly, aware that I had pressed my luck entirely too
long. As I stepped from the mist, Aliyah passed me on her way into the
shower.
While she showered, I rushed around the bathroom and bedroom, searching
for my clothes and other essentials and toweling off as I went. By the
time I located my car keys under the bed; I had thrown on enough clothes to
be decent and was ready to go.
I returned to the bathroom to say goodbye to Aliyah and found her naked
in front of the mirror, toweling dry her hair. Her arms were raised and
thanks to the mirror I had a perfect view of her flawless form both front
and back. Again I was struck by the physical sensation of her beauty
hitting me like a punch in the stomach. I was momentarily awed by her
perfection and by the magnitude of the gift she had given me.
Seeing me enter, she turned to face me with her arms still raised and
her jutting breasts thrust towards me. I recognized the maneuver from
earlier. Only this time there was a resigned look on her face. She knew
that our playtime was over."Thank you for rescuing me" she said simply.
I assumed she was referring to the repair shop, but she continued. "I
am so bored here. This ..." she waved her arm at the opulent surroundings,
"is all so empty and meaningless. Thank you for taking me away from all
that, if only for a little while."
I didn't know how to respond. "Believe me, it was my pleasure" I said
with a shrug.
"Please call me" she pleaded. "Anytime. My husband, he is never here.
I will meet you, or you can come here. Anything you want, we can do.
Anything..." she emphasized plaintively.
I had been planning to kiss her goodbye and thank her for making my
fantasies come true, but I thought better of it now and decided simply to
make my exit. I turned and walked out. I wanted to look back for one last
glimpse, but was afraid of what I would see. It took all my willpower, but
I kept walking.
I found myself gliding past the naked statuary, tremendous columns and
out the gates of the imposing mansion. As quickly as it had happened, my
most unusual interlude was over.
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Three Times A Lady By An Awful Cad Mf, oral, first, cheat(?)
Disclaimer: Its porn. Dont read it if it might offend you, if
it's illegal for you, or if you have an actual or mental age of
less than 18.
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I hardly knew her. We hadnt spent more than a few hours together
in our whole lives. And yet three times she gave me a gift you
can only give one person in your whole life.
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2) Her Chastity
I noticed the disruption in the pattern as soon as I entered the
room. There was a knot of men clustered around one woman.
Enough of them, in fact, to obscure who she was. Usually at
these things the ratio was, believe it or not, the opposite.
Even with two different groups performing, there were still ten
times as many women to men in the room. It was an unspoken rule
as well as just plain smart not to compete head to head, but
rather to fan out among the herd and divide and conquer.
I had the same game plan as always. Circle the room once,
quickly. Thirty seconds tops. Select a gazelle to cull from the
herd. Head to the punch bowl for a cup. Pray that its spiked.
Commence my hunt of said gazelle. Unlike on the Serengeti, I
selected not the weak, old or infirm. No, I selected the prime
stock, the sleek and swift, best in herd.
My theater background had translated into a spot on the
Universitys a cappella choir. It seems kind of dorky to me now,
but at the time it felt like performing, plus it had other
benefits as well. I like coffee and I like tea, and I liked
going to all the womens colleges in a four state area (and there
were more then) and performing in front of the man-starved coeds.
It was the first time I consciously made the connection that
performing can make a womans panties wet. After each show the
groups performing that night would gather at a reception in the
dorm occupied by two hundred and fifty of our seemingly most avid
fans. We made the freshmen man the merchandise table while the
rest of us fanned out among the crowd like sharks set loose in a
pack of seals. If sharks could sip punch and make witty banter.
Best of all, the group was run as a club, which meant that I
could be part of it even though I had graduated and was studying
for my Masters at the same University. The graduate school did
not have the same kind of social life as the undergrads and I
was grateful for the opportunity to partake in the collegiate
scene and concomitant pussy.
I decided to walk by and see what all the commotion across the
room was about. If it could pull away an entire pack of
pussy-hounds from their prey, it had to be interesting. I was
determined not to stop. I knew that it was creating
opportunities for me elsewhere. I would just cruise by and see
what was causing the crowd to form.
I recognized her immediately. It was Janine. A lot had changed
from that young girl to this young woman. In many ways this was
a whole new woman. No longer awkward and developing, she was now
assured and graceful, feline even. Filled out. Sleek. So at
home in her body that she practically glowed. Glossy hair,
perfect teeth, skin like butter.
It was four years since I had last seen Janine. She was the
younger sister of a friend of my younger sister. I had seen her
around, but didnt know her when I bumped into her at a
high-school party when home from college. While exploring the
basement of the church Rectory where the party was happening, we
had stumbled across some kids having a blow job contest. Janine
was fascinated by the sight of her cock sucking classmates and I
took the opportunity to introduce her to the oral arts in the
basement sewing room. She blew me twice in the span of about ten
minutes. I made sure the introduction was a memorable one, and I
still remember the intense look in her eyes as I drained my balls
down her throat the second time. Despite having the good fortune
to be in that position a few times in the intervening years, I
had never seen a look that intense on the face of a girl with a
cock in her mouth.
Facing the throng of eager admirers, Janine was in her element.
She wasnt performing, but she also wasnt uncomfortable
surrounded by the braying hounds. I watched her parry the
attentions of the gathered pack for a while, more and more
dazzled with every flash of her brilliant smile. I wondered if
she would recognize me. Then I saw it. Her eyes scanned quickly
over the crowed and passed over my location. She didnt miss a
beat. I saw just a blink. A dainty bat of the lashes. But
within seconds, her gaze swept back across my part of the room.
This time our eyes met, for the briefest of moments. It was
enough. She looked away but I knew. She had connected me with
that night four years ago.
I shouldered my way through the throng. Upon reaching the front,
I ignored the disgruntled posers to my left and right and fixed
Janine with a naked gaze. This time she couldnt look away. Her
expression changed and then something happened. She was still
smiling, but her eyes looked different. I cant explain it, but
there was a sudden physical connection, literally an attraction
that was so strong I couldnt tear my eyes from her.
Jed? Is that you?
Hi Janine.
Oh my god! Hello! She was restrained and polite, but
obviously excited.
I pressed close and leaned in to kiss her cheek, as if we were
sophisticated friends meeting after an evening of erudite
entertainment. This despite the fact that the last time I had
seen her, she had had my cock down her throat. She leaned
forward to reciprocate. I put my hand on her shoulder and
prepared to brush her cheek with mine. With a flash of her
shimmering curtain of hair I was suddenly conscious of being
enveloped in her aura. She had tiny, delicate ears, like the
freshest sashimi. She had an incredible neck. A ripple of
disappointment shook through the crowd as we embraced. It was a
silent ripple, but I could feel it like energy receding from the
room. I was hungry.
Although many of the onlookers and pretenders took the
opportunity to seek greener pastures, a few of the self-styled
stronger competitors remained.
I decided to end the contest.
Janine, is there somewhere I could get a glass of water?
Theres only wine and punch at the bar.
Of course. Let me show you to the kitchen. She dismissed the
remaining suitors with a smile and a wave, and then nodded to me.
This way.
The kitchen was bustling as well, and after pouring ice and water
into a glass for each of us, we stood outside in the relatively
quiet hallway and watched the couples streaming back and forth
from the kitchen to the great hall.
Is there somewhere quieter we can talk? I inquired politely.
She flushed but said Yes, thats a great idea. She looked
around for a moment and then led me down the hallway and through
a door tucked in a corner. Judging from the stacks of outerwear
everywhere, I assumed it was some sort of coatroom.
It was suddenly very quiet. Not even the murmur of the crowd
could penetrate the wall of coats.
She turned to me and said, So, how have you been? Cathy told me
you had graduated Im glad to see you though.
She was obviously nervous.
Yes I graduated, but Im getting my Masters now, so I get to
continue with the group.
You guys were great! she responded quickly. I watched her
nostrils flare as she continued the nervous prattle. I really
liked the part whe
I put her out of her misery and bent down and kissed her, and
instantly her tongue was in my mouth and groping for my tonsils.
She kissed me hungrily, and soon our tongues were entwined like a
pair of mating minks. She put her arm around my neck and pulled
my face against hers as if she was trying to swallow me whole. I
placed my hands on the slick curve of her hips and wasted no time
sliding my hands over the smooth fabric to her cup her
spectacular breasts and butt.
I mauled her butt cheeks and tits, verifying first-hand how she
had matured into a prime piece of ass. I crushed her against me,
letting her feel my encircling arms, but also the strength of my
excitement. I started to reach under her shirt to remove her
bra, when suddenly she pushed me away.
You know, she said breathlessly, I think about that night all
the time.
You do? I replied, dumbfounded, before recovering. Yeah, me
too. That was something special.
We started to kiss furiously again, before I suddenly realized
what she was saying.
You want to try it again?
She looked at me with those big doe eyes. Her eyes said yes, but
she couldnt bring herself to say the words.
Um, not here though. She nodded shyly.
I remembered how exciting it had been having her suck me in the
sewing room with the crowd of people just outside. Particularly
the second time, when I had skull fucked her while we could hear
her sister calling her name because their mom had arrived to pick
them up from the party. I looked around at the coatroom and
thought that perhaps it would do just fine. I held my ground as
Janine eyed the door.
I think wed be more comfortable upstairs, she said, sensing my
reluctance. I scanned the swelling crest of her blouse as well
as the silky hint of thigh which peeked out from under her
pleated skirt and thought that it might be better to take time to
enjoy my prize.
Lead the way, I agreed, graciously.
We snuck off there furtively. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
one of our underclassmen, a sophomore alto, being towed by a
nubile young woman in a cocktail dress, slipping through the
doorway to a side hall. Janine pulled me through a doorway and
into a twisting hallway. Luckily her room was in the same house.
Janine took my hand as well, and together we sped through the
maze of halls and stairways until we reached her room. We
slipped inside and Janine locked the door behind us. She turned
on a single bulb on a gooseneck floor lamp.
Should I put on some music? she asked
If it will make you more comfortable, I replied. and cover
the sounds of our fucking, I thought.
I took in the small room as Janine worked the CD player. When
she turned around she saw me eying the two small beds.
I have a roommate, she admitted. But shes out tonight. She
wont be back until late, so we wont be disturbed for a little
while.
Alright! Showtime! This time I wasnt going to get carried away
and miss out on half the fun. I want you to undress for me, I
said, turning the lamp so the bulb shone directly on her like a
spotlight.
She stared back at me, dazed by the light and the force of my
glare. You want me to strip? she asked nervously. Here?
I just want to see how beautiful you are. I replied. It
doesnt have to be a big deal, just take off your blouse and show
me how fucking sexy you are.
She blushed pink, but began to fumble with her buttons. Soon her
shoulder emerged from its folds, a burnished knurl of golden
flesh, roped off by a white satin bra strap. Next to emerge was
the business end of that same garment, a glistening swale of
shimmering female curvature.
Four years ago she had been the essence of nave innocence. Now
she was different. Refined. Distilled. Pure pulchritude.
Utter perfection of form, like a brand new Bentley Coup, right
off the line, oozing pheromonic new car smell. Sleek, shiny and
the very definition of nubile.
She reached behind her with both hands and suddenly the taught
satin sagged away from its cargo. She shrugged one, then the
other shoulder out from those wispy straps and then her
magnificent mounds were fully exposed to my hungry gaze.
The bra had been decoration. Certainly it served no structural
purpose. Janines chest rose and fell with breathless
excitement, her breasts jutting out in parabolic perfection. My
cock spasmed and my mouth literally flooded with saliva at the
sight of her bullet hard nipples standing rigidly above her
delectable mounds and I recalled my thwarted desire to taste
those splendid nubs the last time we had been together. Her
breasts had matured as well. Whereas before they had been
scarcely more than half a dinner roll, now they were at least a
Frappuchino lid venti of course, with extra whipped cream.
My thirst for her teat overwhelmed me and I lurched forward and
fastened my mouth on her stiff nipple. I heard her gasp as I
tasted the sweetness of her skin and the hardness of her swollen
nubs. In addition to the sensation of her flesh filling my mouth
with primal satisfaction, I was also treated to the joy of Janine
twitching and writhing in pleasure with every suck of my lips and
grind of my teeth on the sensitive buds.
Oh my god she hissed, tossing her head back. Thats
incredible.
She pulled her luscious teat away from me with a shiver, and sank
delicately to her knees facing my pulsing, though fully clothed
groin. As she fumbled with my pants, I noticed that behind the
swaying curtain of hair she wore a look of intense determination
on her face.
She wrestled my pants and shorts down my legs and exposed my
rapidly hardening cock. I let her reach out and grab my
stiffening shaft and point it towards her mouth. I watched her
lick her lips and bend to her task with enthusiasm. It took an
almost inhuman act of willpower, but before she could take me in
her mouth I stopped her.
Wait.
I pulled her up and kissed her right on her slutty mouth.
Therell be time for that later. I growled. Now I want to
see the rest of you.
Janine looked momentarily surprised, but then she smiled. You
want to see the rest of me? she asked.
Youd better fucking believe it. I stated flatly.
Janine twirled coyly, the spin throwing her skirt out and
bringing her backside into view. Looking back over her glossy
shoulder, she gave me a huge grin as she fumbled with her belt.
It wasnt quite a striptease, but it got the job done.
Suddenly the pleated waist sagged and then dropped to the ground.
She wore sheer pink panties with butterflies. Nothing racy.
Nothing that concealed her incredible body, either. Sheer
architectural perfection. She lifted one leg to step out of the
cast-off skirt, and I was distracted by the flash of her long,
smooth legs. I looked up to see if she had any idea how
incredible she was. Her grin was even bigger now.
Janine hitched her thumbs in the side of her panties and
shimmied. She wriggled like a human sine wave and the edge of
the panties declined an inch each time. When they at last slid
down the burnished banisters of her legs to reveal her naked ass,
I was confronted by her two perfect orbs. Two pristine pillows
without so much as a crease. Pillows that I longed to bury my
face in.
Abruptly the magnificent moons spun away from my vision. Janine
twisted to show me her profile. Although her ideal callipygian
geometry was apparent in profile, it was not as delectable as the
rear view. Or what I expected to see next.
I looked up at her face. Janine intended to use that shoulder as
a shield. But there was no concealing the coy look of
simultaneous fear and hope in her eyes. I gritted my teeth and
was about to command her to keep going, when she read my glare
and quickly finished her turn on her own. I could not resist a
slight sigh at the sight of her bare pussy. The whole area was a
riveting shade of coral. Her sweet outer lips and mouthwatering
clitoral bud were scarcely concealed behind a demure little
blonde barely-there beard.
By this time, my mouth was beyond watering. In fact, I was on
the verge of drooling. I decided to put my saliva to good use.
Lie down, I commanded brusquely.
She complied quickly. She sat demurely on the edge of the bed,
with her legs together in front of her. She lay back into the
pillow, keeping her feet planted on the floor. I noticed that
the panties were still dangling incongruously from one calf.
I reached down to grab her slender ankles and lifted her foot
into the air. I pulled the panties from her leg and brought them
to my face. The soft cotton was sodden with her juices, but I
did not spend much time savoring it. The piquant aroma only
inflamed my hunger for its source. I reached down for her other
leg and lifted it off the ground as well. Using her long lean
legs as levers I pivoted her rest of body onto the bed, spreading
her legs wide in the process.
Kneeling at the side of the bed, I quickly stripped off my shirt
and cast it away. I placed one hand on her leg and the other on
her nearest tit, squeezing the rigid nub of her nipple. I slid
one hand along the impossibly smooth surface of her leg, up her
soft warm thigh and directly onto the leaky furnace of her pussy.
I immediately slid two fingers into her wet hole, causing Janine
to gasp and moan. She was incredibly tight. I twisted my
fingers, churning her molten core and after three quick rotations
immediately withdrew my hand, producing a whimper of
disappointment. Without touching her clit, I slid my hand up her
torso, leaving a faint snail trail on her flawless flesh.
I circled her engorged teat with my greasy fingers, smearing the
last of her slick juices on her hard nipple. I fastened my lips
around the stiff peg and sucked hard, feeling it swell to
bursting inside my mouth. Swiping my tongue around the tender
point, I tasted her tart musk. It was delicious. Tangy, sweet
and slightly bitter, like unflavored yogurt.
I began to trace the snails path back down her perfect abdomen.
I stopped briefly to circle her tiny navel, producing a
noticeable squirm. I continued on, and as I approached her pubic
region, I observed her hands clutched tightly in the sheets. She
was white-knuckled, like a schoolgirl at the fair as the
rollercoaster crested the top of the first hill.
I ran my nose through the light thicket of downy hair. I hovered
over her steaming core, feeling the vapors waft across my face,
and exhaled slowly onto her dripping hole. But then, just as
quickly I passed on, swiping my tongue across her marble-smooth
thigh.
Janine let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a pant. I
went on. I lifted her leg up high in the air, bringing my
caressing breath and swirling tongue to the sensitive spot behind
her kneecap. I enjoyed the view of Janine splayed out before me.
Her head was thrown back against the pillow and one arm lay
across her face, filling her mouth but also concealing my view of
her face. This did, however, have the effect of thrusting her
chest out and making her tits and rigid nipples stand out like
little tiny missile silos. With one leg in my hand and pointed
at the ceiling, her thighs lay wide, with her sweet pink pussy
open and upturned.
I began to nibble my way back down her leg, but this time across
the ticklish underside of her thigh. I could taste her
excitement and could feel her tension mount as I approached her
needy pussy a second time.
I couldnt tease either of us any longer. I plunged in
tongue-first. It was heaven. The sweetest, warmest, muskiest,
softest place on earth. She was as slick as a buttered ice
cube, and as hot as August. I started lapping away at the
luscious river of dew and could see and feel her abdomen clench
with every pass across her swollen lips and engorged clit. I set
up a steady rhythm: lap, lap, lap, swirl. Lap, lap, lap, swirl.
Faster. Harder. Lap, lap, lap, swirl.
Her hands moved to the hair behind both my ears. Her grip was
powered by a winch, attached to the rising tension of her
pleasure. Lap, lap, lap, swirl. Her abdomen clenched and her
grip constricted another notch tighter on my hair.
Suddenly the pain became intense as she yanked my head away from
her inflamed pussy.
Im ready. She huffed.
Youre ready? I replied, quizzically.
Im ready for you. For you to, um. She paused. For you to
take it to the next level.
Take it to the next level? I replied, raising an eyebrow. Oh,
Im going to take it to the next level alright. That was always
the plan. Ready or not, Ill be taking it to the next level, but
on my timeline. Until then, you just lie back while I eat your
sweet pussy until Im good and ready.
I pulled her hands off my head, which dropped her torso back on
the bed. Still holding her wrists, I told her, This time, put
your hands on your tits and squeeze your nipples while Im doing
it. I dont want any fucking bald spots. I dropped her hands
onto her heaving chest, where, I was pleased to see, they stayed.
I caught her startled gaze for a second, but she would not hold
it and looked away.
I descended once again to her foaming snatch. A new pattern.
More intense: lap, lap, swirl, lap, swirl. Faster. Harder.
Lap, lap, swirl, lap, swirl. It did not take long to produce the
desired effect. Soon her back was arcing like an electric coil
and her fingers appeared to be threatening to twist her own
nipples clean off.
My tongue was flying over her clit now. There was no time for
swirling. It was a steady assault of frantic lapping. I had one
thumb buried in her slick hole. I could feel her juices oozing
out and dripping down between her crack and my fingers. Her
moans began to crescendo, getting higher and higher in pitch
until I was sure that somewhere glass was breaking and dogs were
howling. And then suddenly she exploded. She began to buck and
heave and it was all I could do to keep my face attached to her
cunt without getting my nose broken. When her hips sank back
down to the bed, I resumed licking her through the remains of her
orgasm.
As her twitches and moans subsided, I raised my head up out of
her crotch to see what was going on at the other end of the bed.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard through her
mouth. I stared at her face as she came down, watching her
breathing slowly stabilize. It seemed to take quite a while, but
suddenly her eyes fluttered open and she gazed directly at me. I
had a brief shiver of dj vu as I locked eyes with Janine and
had the sensation of actually seeing inside her head.
Please, she whispered.
That did sound sweet. I was ready, too. I pushed her thighs up
and back. Hold yourself open for me.
I fisted my cock a few times, not that it needed any more
stiffening. Taking aim, I lodged the head of my cock just inside
the soft, slick folds of her overheated pussy and took in the
most fantastically lewd, lascivious sight I had ever seen: a
gorgeous, pristine young teenager, the paragon of freshness and
virtue holding her legs, spreading her self for me to take.
Despite the lustfulness of her behavior, something about the look
on her face gave me pause.
You have done this before, havent you?
Just put it in me! Im ready.
I didnt need to be told twice. I could not have another second
delay my possession of her most precious treasure. I pressed the
head of my cock into her slick channel. She was tight. I had
the sensation of prying apart stuck elevator doors. Her legs
were taut against my shoulders and she pressed back, trying to
control the pace of my descent into her cavern. I felt a tiny
breach as her walls parted slightly, so I pushed forward and
rammed my shaft in to the hilt. Janine let out a yelp but
quickly bit her lip to stop the sound. I hesitated for only a
moment and then pulled back slowly. She sighed a sound as soft
and pure as a single perfect note on a Guarnerius violin.
Although my musical abilities didnt extend to stringed
instruments, I began to saw back and forth like a first chair in
the Philharmonic. The results were certainly pleasing to the ear
at least my ear. They were pretty pleasing to my cock, too.
She was still tight, but the resistance was gone now. I pumped
away, enjoying the slap of my hips against her thighs and the
slurp of my cock in her hole. The angle was better from here,
too. I could take pleasure in the sight of her firm breasts
shaking with each rhythmic thrust. I could feel the sweat rising
on my back and brow along with my peaking pleasure. On one
particularly deep thrust I caught Janines eye.
Its okay, she hissed. Im on the pill.
I looked at her without missing a beat. Thats good I
grunted out between thrusts, because Im about to come in your
pussy.
With a few more jack hammering strokes I reached my limit. I
rammed forward one last time, bending her in half, and exploded.
I drained my balls in one cathartic burst after another and the
feel of my pulsing jets inside her, or perhaps the death grip she
had on her own nipple, sent her over the edge.
Oh fuck! she cried out in a very un-ladylike way, and began to
spasm again.
Afterwards, we lay in a tangle, catching our breath. I was
sprawled across her midsection with my head on her smooth abdomen
and my body across one leg. Janine tried to bring her other leg
over to assume a more demure pose, but I stopped her. I grabbed
her leg and thrust it to the side so she was once again splayed
out in a vee. I was enjoying the lewd sight of her
freshly-fucked pussy on display for my gratification. It was red
and swollen. Her lips pushed through the sparse hair, raw and
open. A milky fluid seeped from her hole. I placed my hand
gently on the tender flesh. She was a sloppy mess. I began idly
twirling my finger in the swampy goo, enjoying the heat and
viscosity of our combined juices.
After a few lazy minutes, I wiped my hand on her silky thigh and
straightened up to spoon next to her. My hand went quickly to
her perky breast and I cupped her firm tit meat and thumbed her
nipple. This seemed to bring her to life and suddenly she lifted
my am and jumped out of bed.
Ive got to pee! she blurted as she scurried to the door
without a glance back at me and grabbed a robe that was hanging
there. Ill be right back. God, she had a fantastic ass.
She slipped out the door and left to freshen up. While she was
gone I gazed around the room, taking stock of my surroundings. I
surveyed the assortment of ribbons and potions and girlish totems
of school and sorority spirit. Then I noticed a lettermans
jacket hanging on the wall and recognized it as coming from her
high school. The name on the front in loopy yellow script said
Chuck. Interesting .
I looked around the room and noticed two picture frames face down
next to her bed. I hadnt seen her hide those. Crafty, I
chuckled as I turned them back over. The first one was an action
shot. In it, two young men were straining for the finish line at
a track meet. The one closest to the camera, wearing the uniform
of Janines high school, was presumably Chuck, the owner of the
erstwhile jacket. I noticed with satisfaction that Chuck
appeared to be coming in second in the race, too.
Then I turned over the other frame and was greeted with Janine
and Chucks smiling faces, staring back at me from their high
school prom. Looking at Janines radiant glow, upswept hair and
sleek, shoulder-baring gown gave me an instant erection. Chuck
was grinning like a madman at the prospect of a night out with
the gorgeous young woman. I imagined his hopes and expectations
for that night. Whatever happened, he didnt get what Id just
had. Sorry Chuck, I thought with a chortle.
I continued to scan the photo as I heard Janine slip back into
the room behind me. As soon as the door clicked shut, before I
had even turned around, she was hinting that her roommate was
going to be coming back soon, and perhaps we should go back down
to the party, but my now-throbbing cock had other ideas.
I swung around to face her so she could watch my inflating cock.
Her eyes glanced downward and she froze.
Remember when I said there would be time for that later? Well,
the time is now. I nodded at my throbbing cock. Janine looked
stricken. I could see the memory of her previous experience on
her knees between my legs skitter across her face like a passing
headlight. She was torn between her pent-up desires and her
commitment to her roommate. I held my cock so it jutted out
straight at her, now hard and pulsing. It was no contest. She
looked at me helplessly.
There was a small flowery pillow on her bed. I threw it on the
floor between the two beds. Kneel down. I thought I couldnt
get any harder, but the sight of her kneeing there, doe-eyed,
dewy skin and freshly-fucked hairdo yet awaiting a meal of cock
made my dick twitch with joy.
I stepped in front of her and assumed a wide stance, bringing my
swollen meat down to eye level. I stood there for a moment,
enjoying the frisson, the tension of her need for cock and the
unfamiliar (for her) nastiness of it all. As delicious as it
was, I couldnt hold out for very long.
Undo that robe! Show me your tits. Now, stick your tongue
out, I told her. Lick it. Thats right. All the way, bottom
to top.
She did. She licked up and down the length of my pulsing cock in
several long strokes and then, without being asked sucked my full
measure into her mouth. After she had been sucking for a while,
I told her, This is incredible. Im really enjoying it. Im
sure your friend Chuck over there is too. I nodded at the
nightstand where the prom picture now faced out at us, with
Chucks maniacal grin beaming broadly at the lascivious sight of
Janine swallowing my shaft.
Its just like that night in the rectory. Youve got an
audience. Im sure Chucks not going to complain about watching
you blow me. Without letting my cock out of her mouth, I used
my grip on the back of her head to tilt her face towards the
dresser, and nodded at the prom portrait. He looks pretty happy
about it. I think hes pretty impressed at what you can do.
Show him what a good cocksucker you are.
I saw her eyes widen at the mention of her high school (and
still?) boyfriend, and Im sure she would have gasped, too, if
her mouth hadnt been full of my cock. I took the opportunity to
pull her a little harder onto my prick, thrusting my hips forward
until my pubes surrounded her nose.
I groaned as I savored her mouth. It was perhaps a little louder
than it needed to be for Chucks benefit. I used all the porn
tricks. I thrust my cock into one side of her mouth so that her
cheek bulged out obscenely. I pulled my rod out of her mouth and
rubbed it all over her face while she lapped at my balls and
tried to recapture my pulsing pole.
Oh yeah, baby! I moaned. That is so hot. I could watch you
suck my cock all day. I bet Chuck would, too. Who wouldnt?
You suck so good.
It was a good thing it was only a rhetorical question, because
Janines mouth was otherwise occupied plunging and rising on my
fat pole. I slid my hands into her lush blonde tresses and
pulled, guiding my cock deeper into her throat. I was glad there
was enough light in the room for me to see my shaft disappear
into her mouth until her lips bumped up against the ring of crust
at the base of my cock her foaming pussy had left there minutes
earlier. I continued to pump in and out, never tiring of the
miraculous sight.
Oh god! I shouted, You are a born cocksucker.
I fucked her face, urgently a Viking warrior rushing towards
Valhalla. All too soon I was at the gates and passed through to
the other side. I exploded into her wet mouth and felt myself
transformed into pure pleasure. With each spurt I felt myself
changed into a higher level of being.
Just before I attained pure consciousness, the light before my
eyes began to fade and the sensations rushing out from my groin
began to contain a mix of pain and pleasure. Janine continued to
suck, drawing the last of my seed out of my spigot until I
wrenched it from her mouth with a sharp tug.
For a moment, Janines mouth hung open while she took advantage
of the newly opened passageway to gasp for air. Pooled inside
her lower jaw, and threatening to burst the dam of her lower lip
was a puddle of pearlescent juices. My juices.
Afterwards, I was ready to go. The group was bunking at another
dormitory across campus and we had to leave early in the morning
for the next stop on our tour. There were many more coeds in
need of our musical talents. Janine was happy to be able to let
her roommate back in, so she didnt say anything as I began to
gather my clothes and dress myself. Janine gathered the robe
back around herself and guzzled down several mouthfuls of the
drink she had carried back from the party. When I was dressed,
we had one last long kiss, during which I allowed my hand to slip
up under the hem of the robe and squeeze her naked ass roughly.
Then I was gone.
On the way out of the dorm, I saw the dregs of the party. All
thats left were the misfits. The guys too lame to close the
deal any deal or else the ones uninterested in closing the
deal with any of the coeds (even if they hadnt yet admitted to
themselves that they were more interested in their band-mates).
The chicks who were no ones first choice,
Almost reflexively, I scanned the room, looking for the most
likely candidate the one I would target if I found myself in
this situation. I saw her next to the stairs: a plump redhead,
with unkempt hair, big features and a big, braying laugh. She
was a hot dog to Janines Chateaubriand, but if I hadnt already
drained my nuts twice in the past half hour, she would have been
the target among this crowd. She was surrounded by a small group
of singers, who looked like poster boys for the national pocket
protector league.
I thought of Janine, surrounded by the wall of human hounds, and
was surprised. She had made it through four years of high school
and eight months of college without giving up her maidenhead
despite all that attention. I wouldnt have guessed that. Maybe
you cant judge a book by its cover. Then again, I remembered
the look in her eye when she first saw me across the room, a look
that was repeated when she looked up at me with my cock in her
throat. Maybe you can.
At that time, the only way for me to talk to her was calling from
a pay phone to the phone in her dorm hallway. We talked a few
times, during which I got her to confirm that she had given me
her virginity. You were my first before too, she said. I
appreciated the uniqueness of the situation, and would have been
willing to continue her sexual education, but only two weeks
later I had the pleasure of introducing an actual ministers
daughter to the pleasures of cock sucking, and before I knew it,
the end of the semester had passed and Janine had moved out of
the dorm.
Soon thereafter I moved to New York and away from the a cappella
circuit, and that was the last time I saw her for for twelve
years, until the next time our paths crossed and she gave me her
virginity again.
-- End Part Two --
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