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_Note: This may not be too particularly good, but I am looking to improve alot from writing more and criticism, please help me out, it would be greatly appreciated!_ _\-------------------------------------------_ _Another long tiring day at work, but you spent the day secretly smiling to yourself about something you left at home. After closing up, you head back home. Walking up the stairs biting on your lip ... after making a quick phone call to a friend, to complete your surprise, you head to the bathroom to take a long hot shower ... trying not to hurry, to get back to what you left behind._ _Towel drying, you put on a pair of pants, tie your hair back ... the usual, and walk to your room, the smile on your face growing._ _Upon walking in, and leaving your door slightly ajar, everything appears normal ... except of course ... your girlfriend tied on the bed just as you left her._ _On her knees, head down moaning softly into the pillow, wrists tied securely to her ankles, and the **butterfly vibrator strapped around her hips set on wave ... you also notice, as planned, her thighs and her butterfly are glistening. "Mmm..." you think, as you walk over to her and slap her hard on her ass, and ask her how her day was, though, the only reply you get is in the form loud whimpering. Running your fingertips around where you slapped, and then down her thighs you notice she is shaking from the butterfly that was left on her for hours, giving her orgasm after orgasm, leaving her very wet for you and extremely sensitive to your touch...especially to your rougher plans in mind._ _You slap again, and mention to her that whimpering isn't a proper response, you slap again on the other side for good measure. She yelps, and tells you that it was a very long day waiting for you to return, trailing off into a whimper. You slap again as a reward for a proper response, secretly knowing she loves it, and then once more because you enjoy watching her ass get red hot, and you hand become tingly from the power you so enjoy._ _Turning the machine off, she sighs in relief, her body relaxes slightly, but she is still trembling from the sensations coursing through her body ... the extreme pleasure you allowed her all day, and the tingling pain she feels now from the slaps. Snapping the machine off, you admire its work on one of your favorite parts of your girlfriend ... glistening, and dripping, and it was all because of you, and it is all for you, even if you both agreed on this ... she cannot fight back ... and if she does, it will be that much better...unless you hear the safety word._ _Time to play. Running your fingers down her slick thighs, goosebumps jump up to meet you, a sign her body is whimpering for you ... but you want it to beg. SLAP ... the inside of her thighs, once, twice ... again ... then the outside ... she whimpers, her body jumps, you ask her if she likes it and all you hear is whimpering ... you slap again, edging up the inside of her thighs ... then she mumbles something, but you don't quite hear it, you slap again ... higher ... oh so close to her sex, she mumbles louder ... so you slap again, and finally hit your mark ... and her answer relays through her body and then is finally screamed to you in a resounding YES! You chuckle, knowing that already._ _Slowly massaging her skin now, it feels so hot to the touch, lowing your mouth to her legs for a kiss, and burn your lips ... she is as hot as she looks. Massage her feet, legs, thighs, ass, lower back and shoulders, easing her tight muscles from being in that position all day. Reaching her neck, your body is behind hers, your stomach on her back, her eyes are closed loving the skin contact you are giving her, kissing her neck softly, biting at her ear, tugging at her lips -- she eagerly tries to reach up to you. Moving her hair away from her face, your eyes finally meet, and all you see is trust, hope, and a completely lusting need for you. You share a sweet kiss, and exchange whispered "I missed yous" on each others lips, and then you start to whisper to her ear things like... I have a surprise for you, I hope you will like it, I'm sure you will, we have talked about it before, so I know you will be OK, trust me, I love you, I want to taste you, I need to taste you, but not now, not yet. Reaching back, you gently massage her folds, slinking your fingers inside the wet mess that she has become for you. So tight from the tension, so hot from waiting, so wet from needing, her muscles flex around your finger as her body shivers with delight. With your other hand you grab yourself, feeling it grow rock hard. She is panting now, and whimpering ... you ask her what is wrong, she says nothing, you ask if she's sure, and she just looks to you as if she is in pain ... you laugh ... and tell her soon._ _The door opens, and she walks in, the girl you both spoke about, and your surprise to your girlfriend. The girl then stands before you, and undresses herself, and then approaches the bed wearing a black leather thong, a request you made to go with the theme ... it fits her well. You motion her to come to the bed. And you leave your girlfriend after kissing her and telling her to trust you, she nods in response, though her breathing is slightly heavier._ _You kiss the girl's neck, and whisper things into her ear, a smile stretches across her face and she nods agreeing. She then lays on her back her head between your girlfriend's legs and she blows softly on her sex ... her own knees are bent, and open ... for you. Your girlfriend whimpers, and asks who it is, and you reply that it is a friend, she tries to respond, but at the same moment the girl wraps her arms through your girlfriend's legs, her hands now on her thighs, and places her mouth over your girlfriend's sex, tonguing it softly...your girlfriend trails off into a soft moan._ _Taking off your pants, you sit and admire your work for a few minutes, before you sit next to the two lovely bodies and rub your hands over them. Massaging their breasts, backs, stomachs, legs, and folds. Moving closer your sex moves closer to your girlfriend's mouth, she has a begging look in her eye, so you inch closer allowing her to run her tongue along you for a few minutes before you take it away... a look of disappointment and pleasure takes over her face and her eyes flutter closed as the girl between her legs hits a good spot. You stand and look over them again, how sweet they both look both thoroughly enjoying the opportunity you gave them. Moving between the girl's legs you kneel, and play ontop of her panties, while exploring her body with your hands and mouth, not working completely in detail for she is not your girlfriend and that is who you are aiming to please, besides yourself of course._ _Using your fingers you get the girl moist, you explore her folds, and her body begins to respond to your touch ... soon you hear two whimpering girls under your control, you can hear that your girlfriend is close again to another orgasm, you lean down to your knees and get comfortable between the girl's legs, to see if you can get them both at the same time. She tastes different, but still pleasant, and she is getting wetter for you by the second from your sweet manipulations, you switch from rough to soft, shaking your head slightly and then backing off to barely anything, you insert your finger and touch spots that make the girl moan into your girlfriend's sex which in turn, turns your girlfriend on more and more until you are sure that the people downstairs (if they were home) could hear her. Not wanting to be out done, you continue on the girl, working on her as best you can until her muscles clench down and she moans loudly, bringing her pelvis up to your mouth and she reaches her peak before your girlfriend does soon after ... you smile inside thinking, I guess some guys are better then girls at knowing their bodies._ _You allow them both to relax, but not for too long, kissing your way up the girl's body you kiss around her face, savoring your girlfriend before you lean up to the source, leaning back down you whisper to the girl to move the pillows so your girlfriend could see who she was, and then to kneel facing your roommate's door. You crawl up your girlfriend's body and softly kiss her, asking her if she likes her surprise so far, she purrs a yes to you, her body shaking pretty hard from the pleasure radiating from her body, you slap her ass for good measure, she yelps and smiles, ready for whatever is next. You slip yourself between her legs with you hand, and rub against her, getting yourself slick with her juices, she whimpers and pouts and tries to move you closer to her, but you don't allow it. Kissing, and crawling away from her body you are now uniting her hands from her ankles, you stretch her arms out to the corners of the bed, and secure her bonds once more, so that her ankles are still tied, and she can now hold herself slightly up on her elbows if she tried. Then once again telling the girl what to do for you both._ _The girl leans down and kisses your girlfriend softly, trying to stay away from her mouth though, and then scoots her body down so that her pelvis is in front of your girlfriends mouth, your girlfriend needing no other cue, reaches for the girl ... but you tell her no ... not until you said so. She pouts, and begs you-please, please may I, I would really like to, I want to return the pleasure, I want to, please... But you hold firm, and tell your girlfriend that she will wait. You are now on your knees, your hands are on the girl's head, softly playing with her hair, as she slips her lips over you...kissing softly down your torso, and then around the top of you. She runs her tongue all around, so softly and so slowly. You don't' always particularly like this all the time, but it is a chance to do something different so you take it, enjoying all you can. She tries her best to pleasure you as your girlfriend watches the girl's lips slip over you, again and again...you not to her, and she then closes her eyes and then blows softly on the girl's sex, she moans, the girl moans, you allow a soft moan escape your lips, as you curl the girl's hair tighter in your fingers. You allow the girl's lips over you a few more minutes before moving behind your girlfriend, and teasing her with your own lips, your hand every now and then reaching between your own legs._ _All three of you are now playing with each others sex, you lean back and watch your girlfriend go down on the girl, you notice the girl getting wetter, and flush with an approaching orgasm, getting back up to watch, you slip yourself once again between your girlfriend's legs to tease her. She rocks her hips over you, and squeezing her thighs together over you when she can, her face and whimpers still hidden in the girl's wet mound. You grab your girlfriend's hips and thrust yourself over your girlfriend's sex, making yourself wet with her juices again, till you are so tense that you begin to drip. You then lean back and begin talking to the girls, I want you so bad, You both look so hot, so sexy with each other, your legs and arms intertwined and tied up, do you want me (now talking towards your girlfriend) she can only nod, so you take a hand off of her hips and give her a little smack, a reminder to speak. She takes your reminder, and says yes into the girl's mound, you move back and position yourself at her entrance...teasing her like you know how she likes it. Pushing slightly, then pulling back on her, giving her just the smallest bit and then taking it away..she moans into the girls mound repeatedly, the girl is starting to moan and groan a little louder, weaving her hands through your girlfriend's hair, when finally you can no longer take it, and you slide yourself so so slowly into your girlfriend._ _Your girlfriend growls and sighs at the same time as you feel her tighten around you, and grow hotter and wetter, if that is even possible. You stop when you are fully inside, and you exhale heavily, because it is almost too much for you, you grab her hips for support, and then you stretch your body over hers, your stomach on her back, your legs touching hers, your arms over hers, and your lips by her shoulders, kissing so softly, waiting till you are able to move again. You lean back up, taking her hips again in your hands and you pull out again slowly, to tease you both. You do this for a few minutes, till you are unable to bare not being able to go harder, and faster, like you both know you want to ... you start building up to it, going a little quicker with each passing minute._ _Her moans grow louder and louder, till you are sure all three of you are able to be heard on campus, but you don't care...You then grab at the restraints on your girlfriend's ankles till the come undone, and flip her over onto her back and you hold her legs tight to your chest, telling the girl to move so that your girlfriend's lips could still be on her ... it just a furry of movement as you all reposition, trying to keep body contact. All three of you are hot, and sweaty, and soaked with each other all over the place, the bed is wet with sweat and juices, as slapping sounds echo off the walls._ _You ears are filled with sweet girlish moans, groans, and screams till all you can hear are the two girls building and building towards climax, it is like a symphony orchestra climbing a crescendo, to their loudest point, your heart beating louder and louder like the big thunder like timpani drums, and the girls belting out their solos mixing and harmonizing in pitch, trying to out do each other, till it is just you -- the conductor of this feverish orchestra, arching your back, closing your eyes and moaning out loud and finishing your work deep inside your girl ... as the girls come down from their highest solos ever performed, panting and huffing to catch their breath. Their bodies still writhing on the bed, the girl slumps over, as your girlfriend tugs effortlessly against her remaining bonds, before her body stops twitching in ecstasy and she just lays there breathless. You also lay down, between them, and loosen your girlfriend's wrists and allow them both to fall into a slumber before you yourself, drift off to their soft breathing._ _You awaken later that night, to the smell off either coffee or tea or both, looking next to you, you see just the girl that you called, and your girlfriend walking around getting something to drink. She comes back in, and kisses you softly, and whispers "thank you," onto your lips before kissing you deeper. She then moves to kiss and wake the girl up, she then leaves and gets the drinks for all of you. After some small talk, your girlfriend helps the girl dress, and then she locks the door behind her, smiling at you out of the corner of her eye. She then comes back to bed with you, and straddles you, laying her head on your chest...rocking her hips slightly she gets a mischievously sweet look in her eyes ... and you both know that only means one thing ... after making sweet love to each other two more times that night, till you both finally fall asleep in each others arms._ _~end~_ _ _**Authors note: A butterfly vibrator is roughly the shape of a butterfly, it is worn with a harness type gadget and it has a few settings, reportedly "quiet," and most importantly, hands free...just incase you didn't know. :)__

All the D/s (Domination/submission) relationships I know of, and have read about, have rules and rituals that the submissive must follow. I am sure that those not involved in D/s must think that such regimentation would stifle any relationship and make it unbearable on the submissive. I am sure that many men and women who are just discovering their submissive side, and who are thinking about embarking on a D/s relationship, find reading about others’ rules and rituals rather daunting. However, rules and rituals can be liberating – freeing the submissive from having to constantly worry about what may or may not be expected, and enabling them to serve their Dominant with joy and in peace. The submissive, following well chosen rules, can, once the behaviour becomes almost second nature, not only gain joy from deepening their submission but also feel a lightness of spirit safe in the knowledge they are pleasing the One they have chosen to submit to. Rules Rules need to be introduced a few at a time. Anyone faced with a page or more of rules would find it almost impossible to memorise them all and follow each and every one. D/s is often likened to a journey into a new world – and like any journey, it is better to go slowly and therefore not miss something important, than it is to rush along to see what might be over the next hill or round the next bend. Rules can cover any aspect of life, or any situation. There may be rules on a way a submissive dresses themselves; rules concerning the behaviour of the submissive; bathroom rules; bedroom rules – you name it … and there could be a rule made to cover it. The most effective rules are those that are there for a purpose – even if that purpose is simply because it pleases the Dominant. I have found that when a new rule is to be introduced, it is helpful for a dialogue to have taken place. The Dominant can then state the proposed rule and ask for comments from the submissive. This also gives the Dominant an opportunity of explaining exactly why They wish the rule to be followed. Among my first rules were the following separate, but connected rules: -you will be clean shaven from the neck downwards -you will not wear panties unless given specific permission to do so -you will ensure that after using the toilet, you are washed and clean All three were introduced at the start of my journey into submission, and I gladly accepted them – even though the no panties rule made me quake a little at the thought of being outside with no underwear on. My Master explained that my body was His to use as and when He wished – and He wanted quick access to it whenever He so desired. This simple explanation made it much easier for me to follow, not to mention the thought of being used at any time made me quite hot! Many would think that this would be the end of the matter as far as the Dominant is concerned. They have made the rule - the submissive follows it. Simple? Not so! The Dominant must always ensure that a rule is being followed. If adherence to rules is not periodically checked on, the submissive will soon begin to question the point of following them. This is another reason for introducing rules just a couple at a time – they are designed to make the life of the Dominant easier … not more burdensome! Once a rule becomes second nature to a submissive, it may be time to add a new twist to it, or extend it slightly. This makes the submissive acutely aware of just who is in charge, and makes them think of even a most mundane task to ensure that they are following the rule. One Domme I know had a rule that Her submissive always wore black socks. One day, She suddenly tells the submissive that he is to wear navy blue socks today. Later, when getting dressed, the submissive had to check his automatic behaviour of reaching for black hose, and this bought his Mistress sharply to the forefront of his mind. Why change the rule? Because it pleases the Dominant to do so – and makes the submissive think about Her whenever he catches a glimpse of his socks that day. Obviously, where there are rules, there are also sanctions for breaking that rule. Sanctions and punishments must fit the crime, and a caring Dominant might first ask themselves why a rule was broken or not followed. It could be that the submissive was unable to follow a rule because of outside factors. A rule that the submissive always has a cold beverage waiting for their Dominant when they come in from work may be broken because the submissive is called away, or that the electricity failed. In such cases, the submissive will probably be punishing themselves enough, and a word or two expressing disappointment will be enough of a punishment. However, a major breach of a rule requires a sterner action. Imagine there is a rule that the submissive may not chat in a sexual way with another, unless having been given prior permission or is under direction from the Dominant at the time. For the first breach, a submissive might expect a stern lecture followed by some form of corporal punishment; a second breach of this rule would almost certainly spell banishment. Rituals Rituals are used to add a depth to the D/s relationship. Ritualistic behaviour gives a submissive an opportunity of showing their love and devotion to the One they have chosen to serve. Almost anything can be made into a ritual – from serving a meal or a drink, to getting ready for bed. Rituals can be as simple or as complex as the participants wish them to be. What works for one D/s couple, will not work for another. What must be remembered is that, just as no two people are exactly the same (even identical twins have small differences) then no two relationships will be identical – this goes for D/s relationships almost more than non-D/s relationships. Rituals may also serve to show a submissive just how much the Dominant cares for them, for most rituals require the participation of both people. Rituals may grow over time as the relationship deepens and matures. They may also be adapted to suit a variety of surroundings. This enables the Dominant and submissive alike to share a private moment in a very public place, which, in turn, confirms the Domination and submission. One such ritual my Master and I have in place is the serving and eating of food. At home, I will always serve Him first, ensuring that food is presented pleasingly; that the correct cutlery is to hand; His favourite condiments are available for Him to use if He so wishes. I will not season or taste my food until He has taken the first mouthful and given me permission to eat. When we are alone, there is the added ritual that I serve Him naked, and wait by His chair until told otherwise. When we are with the family I am obviously clothed, but will not seat myself until given the signal to do so. When out at a self-service restaurant, I ensure that all the necessary items are on the table and wait to begin eating until the given discrete signal. In each circumstance, the small ritual being followed serves as a reminder and reinforcement of His Domination and my submission. Any submissive has free choice to submit. It is a precious gift they give to the Dominant. Rules and rituals can be a small way for a Dominant to show that They care enough to give the life of Their submissive the structure and direction the submissive yearns for. They are also the building blocks for the relationship on which it might grow and flourish. Just as strong foundations in a building will allow for extensions to be added later, a firm foundation in any relationship will allow both people to grow together. Rules and rituals form the foundations – the sexual scenes and playtime are the icing and decoration on the cake.

Mari could not be lost. She took this track so many times she could follow it with her eyes shut. In fact, she had come home so close to dawn a few times that her eyes had been closed more often than open. The moon had traveled two thumbs widths since she'd left Trent's home, and it never took her more than one. The moon was dark, but stars provided enough light to see the well-worn path, which was as familiar to her as the insides of her eyelids. Just off the path, though, she didn't recognize anything that she could see. She could not be lost, and yet she was. Sighing, Mari strained to see what lie just beyond the range of her vision. After a few minutes of searching she saw a large pine tree she recognized, but it would be much farther into the woods than the track she was on. Should be on. She must have stumbled onto one of the side paths without noticing, her mind still too caught up in the sweet memories of Trent and what they had just shared. If she was where she thought she was, it would be dangerous to try to make it home tonight. The pine tree would have a comfortable layer of needles to cushion her from the forest floor, and the low hanging branches would provide protection from the wind and the rain, should she be so unlucky. It wouldn't be the first time she had spent the night out of doors. That was why she always went to Trent's home, rather than he to hers. Since Mari was a small girl she had been known for her odd ways, sneaking away from home to be alone, preferring the company of nature and animals to that of her peers. More than once she had been caught by nightfall and found the next morning, surrounded by the flower garlands and herbal bunches that had distracted her from the coming darkness. While she had learned to present a more acceptable face to the village, inspired in no small part by the whispers between the old women and the priests, her parents would not be surprised or suspicious to find her bed empty in the morning. There was another reason for the arrangement, of course. Were Trent to be caught in her bed he would be publicly flogged and exiled; if she were caught in his, however, he would be forced to marry her. Mari gave a little snort of contempt as she gathered the pine boughs around her, her fingers automatically weaving the little needles into a ring. She and Trent would already be married if her parents weren't so old fashioned. Nearly all the girls in the village were married by sixteen. But Mari's parents came from the Old World before she was born, where tradition dictated a maid may not marry until after the Christ's Mass following her eighteenth birthday. Although she had been eighteen for over four moons already, it would be another two moons still before she would be allowed to wed Trent. Mari was practically an old maid among those peers she had so carefully avoided as a child. If only her parents knew... Settled in and wrapped warmly in a blanket of fresh smelling pine, Mari let her mind drift back to tonight's encounter. It had been brief as Trent needed to rise at dawn to accompany his father into the big town for supplies. But tonight they went as far as they had ever dared to go before. Mari wrapped herself in the memory like a gown of the softest silk. Trent had been asleep when she came in through the open window above his bed, or at least he had been pretending to be asleep, which suited Mari just fine. Without a word she had wrapped herself around him and let her hands wander across his shirtless chest. Though just eighteen himself, Trent was as big and strong as any of the men in the village, and touching him sent shivers through her whole body. After several minutes Mari had grown bold, her hands slipping down below Trent's unbelted waist. She had teased him, groping his thighs and belly while carefully avoiding his increasingly larger manhood. He had groaned, eyes still closed and rolled to his back. His chest glimmering in the faint starlight had been irresistible to Mari. She had kissed his neck, working her way lower and lower until her lips took over the job her hands had been doing moments before. She had touched him before, even enough to satisfy his need, but tonight she had wanted more. She had wanted all of him. So in one swift movement, before she could talk herself out of it, she took all of him into her mouth. The taste was sweet and salty, and the bulk of his manness brought tears to her eyes as a shudder went through his body. His hands had tangled themselves in her hair as she had slowly worked her mouth up and down the length of him, slowly at first, then gaining speed until she could feel he was nearly at his climax. And then she stopped. Another groan erupted from Trent, and she had stopped it with a kiss. "You'll wake your parents," she had whispered hoarsely, her passion making her breath ragged. "I don't care. I would marry you tonight in this bed. Especially if you do THAT again," he had replied, though quietly and with obvious satisfaction. And then he had taken over, unlacing her blouse with nimble fingers and removing her loose clothing with ease. Left in just her bloomers, Mari's nipples had stood out in the night air, but Trent soon took care of that, covering one with his mouth and crushing the other with his hand. He had taken his time, leaving no inch of her skin unkissed and working his way down with the same maddening slowness she had just used against him. He seemed to hesitate at the top of her bloomers, and Mari was nearly wild with passion. "It's okay," she had told him. "They won't know." Another of the Old World traditions her parents insisted on was having a midwife inspect their daughter previous to her nuptials. This and only this had prevented Mari and Trent from allowing their passion to overwhelm them. Trent's parents were well off, but his father expected him to earn his keep. Without Mari's dowry, which would be forfeit if they did not follow her parents' rules, it would take them a long time to be able to make a home for themselves. And they very much wanted a place to call their own. Encouraged by her words, Trent had lowered her bloomers and began kissing just above the fuzz that marked her womanhood. As he became more bold, it was Mari's turn to groan, causing Trent to chuckle. A pillow over her face had allowed Mari to express her longing without risking discovery. Trent's tongue had been everywhere. Mari had touched her secret spot before, as had Trent, but the feelings she felt this time swelled up within her like a wave, threatening to crash and drown her pleasure. Then his tongue slipped inside her and she had gasped. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" he had asked worriedly. There would be pain, Mari knew, if they had gone too far. She assisted the midwife from time to time, helping prepare herbs and brews, and the old woman had been frank and honest about the workings between men and women. Whether she was trying to help or frighten Mari was unclear, but Mari was grateful for the information either way. "No," Mari had whispered back once she caught her breath. "It feels wonderful." Emboldened now, Trent had gone straight back to business, caressing, stabbing and sucking until Mari thought she would burst. And then she did. Had it not been for the pillow over her face she would have screamed with her delight. Her body shuddered and leapt off the bed. Trent had held her legs until the shaking stopped, and then he was on her, his manhood pressed into her stomach like a sword. They moved together, their bodies slipping over each other, pressing and rubbing, until Mari had felt a stickiness between them and felt Trent tremble as he satisfied his need. For a long time they had lain together, breathing as one, not daring to break the spell of their intimacy. At last, Trent had whispered into her ear, "Let's run away. I can apprentice as a blacksmith in the big city. It won't be much but at least we'll be together." There was need in his voice, a longing not just for Mari's body, but for all of her. And she wanted so badly to give it to him. "You would never be happy," she reminded him, rolling out from under him and searching for her clothes. "You are an artist. Here you have the freedom to work. An apprenticeship in the big city would be little more than slavery for you. I could not do that to you. Besides, it's just two moons until my the Christ's Mass. And we have the nights..." "Yes," he conceded, watching her dress. "We have the nights." Mari had sensed he wanted to say more, but there was nothing to say. She would not let him sacrifice his dreams to spare her a few months more in her parents' house. So she had kissed him and slipped out the window, ignoring his pleas to let him walk her home. Now she wished she had taken him up on that offer. Mari snuggled deeper into the pine, tasting Trent on her lips and willing herself to sleep. Then a light caught her eye. This far out into the woods and so late at night there shouldn't be anyone around. Of course, Mari was here, but that was by accident. As she squinted through the pine boughs she could see the light was moving, so it must be a lantern of some kind. There was no way whoever it was could see her, hidden as she was. She was safe. Yet her curiosity was getting the better of her. Against her own good reason, she left her nest and followed the light, determined to find out what was going on without being seen herself. Slipping from tree to tree on the silence of practiced feet, Mari made her way toward the light. As she approached she saw there were three lights, not one, each being carried by a person in a cowled robe. Priests? They had secret rituals, she knew, but surely none that involved heading into the deepest part of the woods on the darkest night of the month. A shudder went through her at that thought. The whispers of the old ladies had not always been a frown upon her odd ways. There were darker things hinted at that had been carried to her in her hiding spot just behind the creamery. Evil things. Mari's curiosity turned to a cold fear in the pit of her stomach, and she turned to retreat into her hiding place. "So nice of you to join us," said a hooded figure directly in front of her. "We've been waiting for you." And then world went black as Mari slipped to the ground. When she came to she was in a clearing she did not recognize. A large bonfire burned brightly off to one side, the robed figures on the other. Mari was in the exact center. She tried to sit up, to escape, but she was tied hand and foot. As she looked down to see if she could slip out of her bonds, she cried out. She was dressed in a red gown of expensive muslin, her feet clad in shocking red boots. Who had done this to her? Why? Not sure she wanted the answer, but too afraid to simply lie still, she called out "Who are you? What do you want from me?" The tall man who had surprised her in the woods stepped forward. She could see in the light of the fire that he wore a mask carved with intricate designs, and the sight of them sent a lance of fear down her spine. "It is not what we want from you, Mariella, but what we want _for_ you." The sensuousness of his voice surprised her nearly as much as the fact that he knew her name. She had expected a rough, angry voice, but this man's voice made her feel the same way that Trent's caresses did, and she blushed at the heat that went through her secret area. "Who are you?" she demanded again, determined to hide both her fear and the arousal she felt. "Friends," he said simply. "We've been watching you. We know your desires. We can offer you everything you want, for just a small price," he added with a slight sneer. Questions rose in Mari's mind, but all she could manage to whisper was "What?" "A small thing. You won't even miss it." He was close to her now, kneeling beside her with his hand casually brushing along her midriff. "You can take your time to decide." Then he kissed her, the rough wood of the mask digging in around her nose and cheek. Mari tried to resist, she held her breath, thought about Trent. But it was too overpowering, and she succumbed to it. Her lips parted and the strangers tongue found hers. He tasted of cloves and wine and something that seemed to slip past her memory, something she should know. I'm a prisoner, she told herself, I have no choice. But her body betrayed her. As the stranger's lips passed down around her throat she groaned aloud, his touch sending sparks through her body in a way Trent's never had. "Yes," he said, soothing, enticing. "Yes," she whispered back, tears stinging her eyes at her betrayal. The others formed a semicircle around the pair, trapping them between themselves and the fire. There were more now. When had they appeared? Mari tried to remember, but there was no room in her mind for anything except the strangers hands on her body, his lips on her skin. One of the group approached, and Mari realized it was a woman. Though garbed exactly the same as all the others, the way she walked shouted her femininity. She was holding what appeared to be a metal cross, but there was something wrong about it. As Mari tried to concentrate, to focus her mind, she realized the cross was upside down, and the end of it tapered into a knife blade. Beautiful, she thought. No, evil. But beautiful too. But as the woman raised the cross knife over her head as if to strike down at Mari, pure terror sliced through all her drowsy musings. Before she could react, however, the stranger was there, kissing her again, and the world melted into a calm lustfulness as his tongue caressed hers, that strange taste filling her entire world. "You won't run, Mariella." It wasn't a command, but not a question, either. This strange man simply knew her mind, knew that she was powerless over her own body so long as the taste of him was on her. He released her, and the woman plunged the cold metal down, somehow slicing her bonds without touching Mari or the beautiful dress at all. Then she moved closer, and more carefully cut through the ropes around Mari's wrists. She was free, yet trapped nevertheless. "Eat now, and drink." The stranger offered her a platter of fruits from seemingly out of nowhere, fruits that had been out of season for two moons. Mari bit into one, its juices running down her chin and onto her bosom, where the stranger licked them off, causing Mari sigh in contented ecstasy. He offered her a cup then, a strange metal cup bearing the same type of markings as his mask. Mari took it and drank thirstily. She started to put the cup down, but the stranger held it up again, and Mari emptied it. The others moved then, tightening the half circle around them, chanting in some language Mari could not understand. The sound moved her the same way the strangers voice did, a guilty wetness growing in her secret area. Her head swam. Her body tingled. And that taste... A half-memory floated up to Mari. The old midwife asking her to retrieve a jar of herbs from a secret drawer. A woman had been laboring for two days, the baby surely dead within her. "This will calm her, help her forget," she had told Mari. The scent of it was now the taste on Mari's lips. Hawthorn root. A forbidden herb. Three other women approached and knelt beside Mari. She did not need to see them walk to guess their sex. Their robes were open at the throat, revealing slick, naked bodies. They began pulling at the intricate ribbons holding the dress together, all the while touching, soothing, kissing. At last the dress slid open, and Mari's own naked body was exposed. The night air should have been cool, despite the bonfire, yet she felt warm. Two of the women each took one of Mari's breasts into her mouth. She could not have imagined such an act between two women before this night, yet it felt like the most right thing in the world as they licked and sucked and bit her hard, protruding nipples. The other woman moved down between Mari's legs, her mouth performing a far more complicated and satisfying version of the act Trent had tested for the first time this very night. The wave rose within her as the women continued their magical manipulation of her body, and when it crashed over her they did not let up. Over and over again her body thrashed with pleasure. She cried out, half begging them to stop and half begging them to never stop. Slowly, their ministrations slowed, and Mari felt her body calming, the tingling pleasure lingering on her breasts and between her legs. The stranger was there again, stroking her damp hair back from her eyes, his lips barely brushing hers, breathing into her ear. "Do you know what day this is, Mariella?" What were days? She couldn't remember anything other than the play of skin against skin, the shameless desire for more. Slowly, it came to her. "October the thirty-first." "All Hallow's Eve," he agreed, pleased with her. "We have waited many turnings of the seasons for the dark of the moon to fall on this night. We just need one more thing to make it complete. Will you give it to me?" "Anything," she breathed. "Anything for you." He grinned, an almost demonic look temporarily coloring his eyes, then his sensuous smile reappeared. Another man stepped forward, robe open to reveal a hard and throbbing manhood. Mari wanted it. No, she needed it. The stranger moved down, his hands caressing her everywhere at once: her breasts, her toes, her stomach. The new man stepped over Mari and knelt. She reached for him and brought him into her mouth slowly, wanting to savor every moment, every taste. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, her tongue contorting around it as she went. She pulled back and licked furiously at the head of the thing, causing it to bounce upon her lips, then it was in her again, thrusting until she could barley breathe. A hot, sticky saltiness filled her mouth and throat as the man shuddered over her. He removed himself and rejoined the group. The stranger was still caressing her, looking at her expectantly. "More?" she whispered lustily. He chuckled, and another man approached. He was not as big as the first man, and Mari took all of him into her mouth at once, reveling in the power she held over him. She teased him, stopping just past the tip of his manhood, again and again, until he arched himself back and forced his way into her, stopping just short of the back of her throat, his seed spilling into her all at once. She swallowed while his was still inside her, coaxing the last drop into her, a warm feeling spreading through her. The man stood up shakily, making his way back to the group while another approached. Mari was as drunk on her lust now as on the herbed wine she had drunk. As the next person took position over her, Mari found herself pleased that it was a woman. Her mouth dove into the task, tasting what she had often smelled on her own fingers late at night. In and out her tongue darted, around and around. She wanted to drown in the taste and feel of the woman's secret place around her. All too soon, the woman cried out, followed by a long, low groan, and it was over. One by one all the rest came to her. Lastly was the woman who had slashed her bonds. She was much older than her strong and confident gait had implied. Her flesh was loose around her secret area, her taste stronger and sweeter than any before. She did not yield as easily as the others, either. Mari was thrilled. Taking her time, she explored the woman, tasting, sucking, tickling, her own desire flowing out into the woman above her. When at last it was done the woman leaned down and kissed her, something none of the others had done. Mari tasted power there on her lips, even as the old woman tasted herself on Mari. As the old woman retreated into the group of robed figures around her, Mari became aware of the stranger again. He was standing now at her feet, his robe discarded and his body gleaming in the firelight. The chanting grew louder, filling Mari with its rhythm. "Mariella," the stranger's voice boomed through the night air. "Do you profess to those assembled here that you are a virgin, intact and undiscovered by man?" "Yes," she replied. "And do you give yourself to me on this night of All Hallow's Eve under the dark moon?" "Yes," she answered again, the words swimming out of her. "Then for your gift, you shall be rewarded." He came to her then, his body crushing down on hers, his mouth covering her own so that she could hardly breathe. She could feel his manhood, hard and long, between them. He reared back, and with one hard thrust he entered her. It seemed as if the world exploded around her. Darkness enveloped her vision as her world was reduced to the pain and pleasure of the stranger inside of her. Back and forth, in and out he moved, and Mari with him. Waves of desire and bliss broke over her again and again as the stranger rocked her body. The chanting grew louder still, the bodies of the worshippers closing in around her and the stranger, until at last she and her lover reached their climax together, shrieking out in unison with two dozen other voices in a howl that was both primal and divine. Mari lay still, breathing heavily, her body thoroughly ravished and sated, as the stranger rose above her. He seemed almost to glow in the faint light of the stars, and Mari realized that the bonfire had been completely extinguished at the exact time of their climax. "Yesssss...." he breathed out slowly, power and satisfaction rolling off his tongue. The light around Mari grew dimmer, collapsing around the edge of her vision until only the stranger was visible. Then he, too, slid away, and Mari felt nothing more. *** *** *** Mari awoke all at once, her eyes flying open only to be burned by the sun streaming in her window. Quickly, she snapped them shut, opening them slowly. The sun was nearly halfway up the sky. How could her parents have let her sleep so late? She had chores, and the midwife wanted her to... A knock at the door cut off her thoughts. That was what had woken her originally, she realized, not the sun. Hurriedly she threw on a robe and went to the door, shocked to find her mother and the midwife standing there. "The midwife has come to inspect you," her mother said curtly. Mari was confused. There was no reason for it. They would not allow her to marry for another two moons, and even if they suspected that she and Trent had been meeting each other at night, this would prove nothing against him. But she obediently went back to her bed and sat down. "Now, now, child, this won't hurt a bit," the old crone said reassuringly. She had Mari remove her undergarments but allowed her to wrap her robe back around her before lying down on the bed. "No sense in catching a cold on a such a big day," she said cryptically. The old woman parted Mari's knees and slipped one finger inside her private area, gently probing. "She is intact," she proclaimed after just a few moments. Mari's mother sighed with relief. Mari found that she herself had been holding her breath, though she had no reason to be nervous. She and Trent had been so careful. Mari gathered her robe back around herself and sat up, and the midwife came forward and embraced her. "Good luck, my child," she said, leaning forward to kiss her. As their lips met it was like a door opened inside Mari's mind. She felt power, saw strange symbols, heard words in a language with no meaning. Then the old woman pulled away, a knowing smile on her lips, and everything was back to normal. The midwife embraced Mari's mother and went out, leaving Mari and her mother alone in the room. Mari didn't ask, but her mother could clearly read the question on her face. "Marcus Steelman has come by to ask for your hand in marriage to his son, Trent. Though it is not our way, he has convinced us that by the ways of this new village you are quite ready to accept the challenge. You will be wed this very afternoon." Mari wanted to leap for joy, but her mother's eyes were sad. "Oh, mama," she said, rising to embrace her mother. "I will be close, and I will always be your daughter." "I know," her mother replied wearily, tears at last spilling down her cheeks. "But you are my only baby." The rest of the day passed in a blur. Her mother's own wedding gown was fitted to Mari with astonishing speed. The priest had the village hall, which also served as a church, swept and decorated with autumn garlands. The ladies of the village provided sweet meats and pies and loaves and loaves of bread with freshly churned butter for the wedding feast. It was a celebration to remember. And, Mari thought from some secret part of her, it was such a small thing.

Once again, besides doing an adventure ride I had a great sexual adventure. This year I decided to ride my BMW 1200 GSA from the Midwest to Nova Scotia via the Trans-Canada Highway. A friend of mine told me he got laid at every placed he stopped for the night on his ride last summer. I strongly suspected he embellished his adventure especially when I couldn't even get close to a woman and I went to some of the same bars he went to. I gave up when I couldn't get lucky in Quebec City and decided to just enjoy the adventure ride to Nova Scotia and the Cabot Trail. I rode into Sydney at 11:00 PM and found a cozy motel on the outskirts of the city. I dumped my riding gear and rode off to find some place to eat and have a beer. When I stopped at a traffic light another biker stopped next to me so I asked him if he knew a place to get something to eat. He recommended a sports bar just a few blocks away and warned me it was kind of a dump but they have good food and some decent women. I took his advice and decided to give it a try. He was right on at least two out of three things... it was a dump but the food was great. "Some decent women" is where he was wrong but then again it was a Thursday night. Entering the place I was not sure about leaving my bike in the parking lot and whether it would be there when I exited. The place was pretty large with lots of sports memorabilia on the walls and a couple big screen TV's on the walls. I decided to take a seat at a table where I could see both the door and a TV that had a news channel on. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bar I noticed there were only a few people sitting at the bar and no one at the tables. A barmaid came over and took my order of a steak and a tall beer... she was pretty lackluster and nearly rude. When she arrived with the beer I commented it looked like it was a slow night. She agreed but said they did most of their business on the weekends and with the lunch crowd. My steak came out about 20 minutes later and I have to say it was good. The front door opened and an older woman stepped in, checking out the bar and scanning the tables as if looking for someone. She went to the bar and talked to the bartender for a few minutes then just as she was about to leave she walked over to my table. In a slightly alcohol slurred speech she asked if I'd like some company. I replied, "Sure, have a seat...would you like a drink? I'm not sure why I seemed to be attracted to her... she was at least fifteen years older than me and looked a little hard. She had stylish short red hair, brown eyes outlined by heavy eye make-up and bright red lipstick on full lips. She was rather short at maybe five foot and when she remover her jacket I could see she had a figure you don't normally see on a shorter woman. Her tits were large and round on a petite frame. Frankly, I wondered if her breasts were real or enhanced. She was fully dressed in black with tight jeans and a silky tight blouse with her buttons straining against the button holes. The top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned revealing a very deep cleavage. My gaze and thoughts we noticed when she quite bluntly ask, "Are you going to stare at my knockers or buy me a drink?" "What would you like?" I asked "I'd like fucked but for now a coffee brandy on ice" she replied in a matter of fact and serious tone. I wasn't sure at first how to reply... "I'll give you both if you wish." She had already had a few drinks and I questioned myself if she was just a tease for a drink or two, then move on or was she as horny as I hoped she was. I wasn't real keen on taking advantage of a drunken old lady but what the hell... I was horny and there was something passionate about her. "I need to use the powder room... don't go anywhere." She announced and staggered off while I ordered her drink and another beer for me. This was my second beer and my last knowing I was going to have to ride my motorcycle back to the hotel. When she arrived back to the table, I noticed she had freshened her make-up and lipstick. In a more formal demeanor she introduced herself as Leann and recently widowed. I offered my apologies and feared it would bring on the tears of a drunken woman... Instead, she matter-of-factly said "Don't be sorry, he was a no good bastard and a lousy fuck!" She changed seats and moved in close. Her perfume was strong but very sensual as we made small talk and her hand rubbing my inner thigh. She whispered in my ear as her free hand unbuttoned another button on her blouse... "Do you like my knockers dear?" "I do" with my gaze down her cleavage and my cock stirring. Her hand rubbed further up my leg to feel the head of my cock in my jeans. The bartender, as if on cue, called out "Last Call." Shelly got up and downed the last of her drink; she took my hand and led me to the door. Outside the air was cool and a light fog had rolled in. There was only my motorcycle and a big black Mercedes parked next to it in the well lit parking lot. She led me to the back door of the Mercedes, clicked the remote then turned and pulled my head down and kissed me hard. Her tongue pushed her way into my mouth taking my breath away. My hand grabbed her ass and lifted her to her toes and pressed my growing bulge to hot petite body. We kissed for several minutes before she announced "Now let's see what you have". She opened the back door of the luxury Mercedes and climbed in taking a seat on the far side of the soft leather facing me as I climbed in and closed the door behind me. The interior was very roomy and the tinted windows allowed plenty of the outside light in while keeping privacy. She opened the buttons of her blouse one by one then unleashed her bra from a front clasp. "Are these what you've been lusting to see, dear?" "They are and they are beautiful! I can't wait to suck on them." I managed, knowing my cock was straining hard to be out of my jeans. Her tits were very nice for an older woman. They were full and sagged slightly but her hard nipples really caught my attention. She had a gold bar-bell nipple ring through each, which seemed to accent the size of each dark nipple. "Now it's your turn... let's see your cock" she demanded. I released my belt and taking her lead I slowly release each button of my fly slowly. I never wear underwear with jeans so when I reached the last button I pulled my nearly hard cock out. She removed a lipstick from her purse and reapplied a fresh coat to her lips. I stroked the long shaft slowly to give her a good look. "OH MY GOD! You've gotta a big one.... It's beautiful, dear." She cooed in moaning voice then smacked her lips with the fresh lipstick. "All the better to fuck you with, my dear." I mocked her, adding the 'dear". Sliding over to me she tweaked her nipples to make sure they had my attention... needlessly. She took a firm grip on my cock in one hand and with the other she pointed at the tattoo above her left nipple. The tattoo was a carton character of the Disney dog Pluto with a script below it. "Do you like my tattoo... can you read it?" she teased. As I lowered my head to read the script with the real intent to suck on nipple, I read it; "Cock Hound". As I sucked her nipple in my mouth she cooed deeply... "I am a cock hound. I love big hard cock." I swirled my tongue around her nipple as I sucked on it harder. Both her hands were around my now very hard cock. I released her belt and she briefly released my cock to help remove her jeans. As she did, I switched to her other nipple and sucked greedily. She settled back to the seat facing me on her knees with her thighs apart so I could diddle her clit while sucking her nipples. Her hands returned to my cock and squeezed a coating of pre-cum to her finger tips. Taking her slick fingers she met my fingers at her clit and smoothed the pre-cum over her button. "Damn you have great hands, dear. But I'm here for your cock and you have one hell of a cock." She announced in a matter of fact tone. She pushed me back and away from her nipples. She tugged my jeans off and momentarily stared at my cock like a wild animal ready to attack its prey. Lowering her body she took my cock in her hands and ran her cheek up along the inside of my thigh, nudging up along my balls. She cooed lowly "I love your cock." She licked her lips then slid her tongue along the underside of my shaft to the wet tip. Caressing my balls in one hand she guided the shaft along her lipstick coated lips. My pre-cum gave her lips a sexy glossy coat. "You are good and if you aren't careful I'm going to cum, my dear" I moaned "I'm not going to have it any other way, dear." She managed as she kissed the head lightly then rubbed the head along her cheeks lovingly. She looked up into my eyes and told me "Watch me... as I make love and suck your cock, dear". I did as she told though I didn't need to be told. She licked around the head and down the shaft as I watched her teasing technique. I knew then this is a woman who really loved a hard cock. She caressed my balls in her hands and kissed each lightly then sucked on each. My fingers combed through her hair and massaged the back of her neck as performed her fabulous oral skills. Sliding her tongue firmly to the underside of my cock she reached the tip and smacked her lips. With her lips closed she sucked the pre-cum out of the slit. With wanton eyes she stared into mine... she was good and knew I wanted her to suck my cock but waited for me to push her head down with my hands. I held the back of her head in my hands and slowly pushed her head down. Her lipstick red lips surrounded my cockhead tightly as I urged her downward slowly. Her wink told me she liked it this way. I slowed my pressure as my cock went deeper afraid she couldn't take much more. She came back up slowly, never unlocking her eyes to mine. I saw the lipstick coating my cock as her head came up to the tip. She was good and sucked me all the way up the shaft... pausing again she pursed her lips tightly and I pulled her head downward again... this time her hand gripped the base of my cock tightly. Her head went a little further down my shaft and I moaned as the head of my cock entered her throat. She gagged a little and slide up my shaft a little quicker. She paused to catcher breath, allowing the spittle and pre-cum to drip from her lips. She didn't wait this time for me to guide her down she went down fast and stopped when she was an inch deep than before. Coming up slowly she paused at the tip teasingly waiting for me. I pushed her head down firmly while she sucked the hard cock further down again and again without gagging... this was something that no woman had ever done before. She came back up then worked on my cockhead, sucking the head in her cheeks and pumping my cock in both of her hands. "Mmmmmmmm you are good! The best maybe." I moaned in passion. "I want your cum... Do me a favor... and fuck my face... I can take it and want it." She said in a passionate plea. I adjusted my position and guided her head to my balls where she read my mind and sucked each deeply. I took my hard cock in my hand and rubbed it to her face smearing her makeup then pulled her chin up so I could rub it all over her cheeks and red lips. She moaned deeply and took my cock deep in her mouth not waiting for me she fucked her own face with my cock. My hands gripped her head and forced her up and down my cock in a rhythm she seemed to like. My balls tightened and my hips pulsed upwards as the first wave of cum flooded her bobbing mouth or throat... she continued sucking hard as I forced her head down deeper on my shaft as I shot another wave of cum. Wild with passion I continued to fuck her mouth and she never let go... her hands pumping every last drop of cum in her mouth. When she released my cock she rubbed it all over her face and neck. She dribbled a dollop of cum in her hand and swallowed the rest. She rubbed cum over her clit and moaned as if she was about to cum. "Your turn, my dear!" I whispered as I kissed her lips and pushed her on to her back. Her legs spread wide with one foot over the back of the seat and the other daggling to the floor. Taking away her fingers from her cum wet clit, I lowered my mouth to her hairy mound. I licked her button firmly first along one side then the other probing to find the place where she quivered. Finding the spot, I flicked my tongue over it slowly sensing the pulse of her impending orgasm. Her hands gripped her tits and rubbed her nipples... her eyes locked with mine and I sucked her lips deep into my mouth. I slide two fingers in her tight little cunt, surprised of her tightness, and then slowly finger fucked her. My other arm wrapped around her butt and over her muff so my fingers could part her lips and finger her clit so my tongue could focus on her spot. "Mmmmmmmm damn you are makkkkkinggggg me cum....oooohhh FUCCCCKkkk!" she screamed as I flicked my tongue faster and faster over her spot. The rhythm kept pace with my fingers fucking in and out of her cunt until she heaved up hard. Her hands gripping my hair and pulling me back and forth... off and on her clit as she came hard. Her flood of squirting fluid coated my hand and spread over the leather seat. Her waning sighs and heaving chest told me she was spent and would likely fall deep asleep... boy, was I wrong. _Chapter 2 will have the rest of the story which continued back in my motel room and I found out what her fetish was._

I was eighteen the first time I fucked him. He was my father's friend, my mother's former lover, my sister's father, and I'd been in love with him for years. Despite the fact that my mother had died when I was twelve, he stayed a part of my life, even though no one besides myself knew he'd fathered my little sister. I was six when Elisabeth was born, Trevor was twenty-four. Even though I was too young to fully understand, I knew that he and my mother shared a relationship that she was supposed to be sharing with my father, and that she got pregnant because of it. She begged me not to tell him and I didn't, but only because I didn't want Trevor to get in trouble. He was already the king of my world. Trevor's older brother was my father's best friend and he and Trevor came over all the time. He still kept coming over even after Mom died, he just stopped going in to say "hi" to her while Dad and Chris watched football downstairs. He would still tug on my braids or bring me candy or presents, and for years I dreamed of the day I could be with him. The day I turned eighteen, I couldn't wait until school was out so I could go see Trevor. My friend's older brother had come home from college the day before and offered to drive me over. Trevor's house was at the end of a long dirt road, hidden by trees and other foliage, and was well-protected. I knew he would be alerted by a vehicle in the driveway so when we pulled in, I turned to Dean, leaned across the car, and kissed him. "What was that all about?" he asked, neither surprised nor seemingly bothered by my action. "I just wanted to say thank-you," I replied coyly. I let my hand drift toward his lap and caressed the bulge in his jeans, smiling when he hissed a breath through his teeth. I continued to rub him and his cock hardened, his erection getting thicker and longer and straining the zipper. "That looks painful," I teased, reaching for the button and sliding it free. "Maybe we should get it out of those tight jeans." "No shit," he gasped, pushing his jeans down and letting his cock spring free. It was nearly perfect, about seven inches long and as thick as my wrist. I moaned and my panties were immediately dampened, my pussy tingling. I couldn't wait to have it in me. First, though, I wanted to taste it. I wiggled around in the seat until I was on my knees, leaning over the console and sliding my mouth over that gorgeous dick. Dean groaned as I stroked him. He lifted his hips up, pushing his cock further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. He was steel-hard and my pussy was so wet. I reached under my skirt and slid two fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb. I let his cock pull out of my mouth and sat up. "Come here," I demanded. I tilted the passenger-side seat down so it was nearly flat and lifted my body up. Dean slid over the console until he was settled in the seat. "God, I can't wait to have you in me," I whimpered as I lowered myself onto his dick. "Fuck," Dean breathed as he speared into me. He gripped my hips and arched his up, his cock buried deep in my pussy, his thick nest of hair tickling my clit. I ground down onto him, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock, and cried out. "You're such a fucking slut," he said with a breathless chuckle, sliding one hand under my shirt and cupping my full breast, his thumb glancing over the nipple. "Fuck yeah," I cried, my hips rising and falling rapidly as I rode his thick pole. I lifted my skirt to my waist so he could watch his cock pump in and out of my pussy. "You know the reason I needed a ride here?" I asked as he pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my D-cup breasts with the dark pink nipples. "I want the guy in the house to see me fucking you. I want him to watch your mouth on my breasts and your dick in my pussy, and get so hard he aches. Because when I go inside, I want him to fuck me." "I can't imagine him not wanting to bury his meat in this hot snatch," Dean assured me as he drove his cock into me again and again, fast, hard, and deep. "Oh fuck, yeah, fuck my pussy," I cried. "Fuck it hard." His lips and tongue were busy at my breasts, his fingers massaging the firm flesh and his teeth lightly closing over my hardened nipples while his hips continued to pump into me. I could feel the warm rush of orgasm start to crash over me and I rode him faster, my pussy clenching his cock rhythmically until it exploded. I screamed as I flooded his cock with my juices. Dean groaned loudly and I knew he was about to cum, too. "Cum on my tits," I demanded, and we rolled over so that he was on top. He pulled out and jerked his cock rapidly until it began spurting thick streams of white cream onto my nipples. It dripped down my breasts and landed in pools on my stomach. "Holy shit, that was fucking amazing," Dean said with a grunt of pleasure. "I'll give you a ride from school any time if I get that in return." "Next time, I'll let you fuck my ass," I said with a wink, then slid out of the car. I was still half-naked, my skirt stuck to my pussy in wet spots, my cum running down my legs. I slid my shirt back on and was pleased to see how my nipples still protruded against the thin cloth, Dean's cum making large dark stains and causing it to stick to my breasts and stomach. "Trevor isn't going to let me get in the front door before he has my skirt up and his dick in me," I chuckled as I walked up to the house. The door swung open before I even knocked on it and Trevor stood there, glaring down at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?" he thundered. I looked up at him and smiled innocently. "I wanted to come over and hang out," I replied, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about. "To hell with that," he snarled, grabbing my arm and yanking me inside. He stalked over to Dean's car and I heard him yelling. Dean smirked, flipped him off, and then drove away. Trevor came back in and slammed the door behind him. "What the fuck were you thinking, behaving like that in my front yard?" he thundered. "You know your dad would kill you if he could have seen that performance." I shrugged. "Trev, I'm eighteen," I reminded him. "Legal. Daddy can't say or do a damn thing about it." Trevor sighed in disgust. "Eighteen. Christ. You're a fucking child." I laughed and gestured at my debauched appearance. "Dean obviously didn't think so," I teased, letting my fingers brush my already projecting nipples, the wet spots, the glistening streaks of cum on my thighs. Trevor's eyes darkened as he watched my hands slide down my body. "You're still a baby to me," he snapped, but his eyes never left my cream-coated skin. "Haven't you ever wanted to fuck a sweet young thing?" I purred. I gripped the hem of my shirt and started to lift it. "This shirt is positively glued to me, it's so damn uncomfortable. You don't mind if I take it off, right?" Without waiting for an answer, I pulled my shirt off and he got his first good look at my sticky, cum-covered breasts. "Knock that shit off, Noelle," Trevor commanded sternly. "I'm twice your age and I've known you since you were born." I ignored him and hooked my fingers in my skirt. It was tiny, barely covering my ass, and I shimmied a little. "So never mind what Daddy would have thought of my performance," I whispered provocatively. "What did *you* think?" I pushed the skirt down to my knees and stepped out of it, spreading my legs so he could see how wet my pussy still was. Trevor groaned. "You can't be fucking serious," he protested. "I'm dead serious. I've been in love with you since I was a kid and I've wanted your cock inside me for years." I took a step forward and snuggled up against him, my breasts crushed against his chest, my hips tilted toward his so that his stiffening dick nestled between my thighs. Trevor swore as his hands instinctively gripped my hips. "I was mad as hell at you when I saw that little scene. But I was so fucking hard at the same time," he admitted grudgingly. I grinned triumphantly. "it was your face I saw when I was fucking Dean," I told him. "It was your cock I felt inside me, stretching me, making me cum." "Fuck, Noelle. You don't know what the hell you're doing." I slid my hand down his chest and rested it on his cloth-covered erection. "I know exactly what I'm doing." I was on my knees before he could say another word, tugging at his button and zipper and yanking his pants down. I blinked in astonishment when his huge cock was released. It was a good nine inches and as big around as a beer bottle. I knew he was big, that's the kind of thing a guy can't hide, but I had no idea he was so incredibly well-endowed. Trevor's fingers wrapped in my hair and pulled tight, bringing my head down to his massive pole. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in, coating him with my saliva and straining to lick as much of him as I could. Since my mouth didn't even begin to get all of him, I used both fists to jack him off as I bobbed up and down on his dick. Trevor cursed expansively as he thrust into my mouth and hands simultaneously. "Christ, Noelle. Your mouth is so fucking wet." I laughed around his throbbing cock. "You should try my pussy." Before I knew what was happening, Trevor had me off my knees and lifted in his arms. He took me to the kitchen table and laid me down, spreading my legs and smiling in appreciation. His thumbs slipped inside my lips, stroking and rotating in small circles. He never quite hit right on my clit, instead letting the pads of his thumbs graze the sides of the tight, pulsing nub. "Shit, Trev, you're driving me crazy," I cried out, gripping his head and trying to pull it toward my slippery wet sex. He dipped his head and I was finally rewarded. His tongue delved between the slick folds and stroked, the tip of it flickering rapidly directly against the swollen bundle of nerves. I arched my back as my orgasm split me in two, screaming wildly while bolts of pleasure sizzled through me like lightning. I was still trembling when he grabbed my hips, pulled me to the edge of the table, and plunged his cock into me. He didn't ease in, he didn't gentle his movements so I could get used to his size, he just started pistoning into me. I came again instantly even though it hurt like hell to be stretched so abruptly. "Oh shit, fuck, fuck me!" I cried, arching my hips up to take him more fully. He leaned over me and bit one nipple while he pounded into me roughly. Trevor wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, his dick still buried in me, and walked me over to the couch. He sat down and grinned at me. "I want you to ride me like you did that guy in the car." "My pleasure," I moaned as I gripped his thighs with my knees. I rose up and then sank back down, going slowly at first, reveling in the feel of that huge cock going deep into me, filling me, stretching my pussy lips wide. I couldn't restrain myself though and soon I was riding him fast, my hips working frantically while I felt the sensations build into a tidal wave. "Fuck, Trev, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I panted. He reached between our bodies and pressed the tip of his finger to my clit, massaging roughly, and I wailed in pleasure as I hurtled over the edge of orgasm. My pussy contracted rapidly as he continued to thrust into me. "I want to fuck your ass," Trevor growled, his dick straining upward. I could only nod my head and he lifted me, then settled me so that I was laying over the arm of the couch. I was grateful I didn't have to do much work as I was exhausted from having so many orgasms. Trevor moved into position behind me and I felt the head of that monstrous dick press against my asshole. This time he was slow, gentle, as he eased his cock into my tight ass. He was so big that I whimpered in pain, my ass burning. When he was partially inside me he stopped, giving me a few moments to get used to the invasion, before he began pressing on again. I felt the ring of muscles expand to accommodate him, stretching to maximum limit, and my pussy began aching again. "God, Trev," I moaned into the couch cushion. "Your dick feels so fucking good in my ass." Trevor bent over me and bit my ear. "You like having cocks in your ass, you little whore?" he asked laughingly. "You want me to pound your ass good?" I nodded eagerly and felt his fingers bite into the soft flesh of my hips. He started fucking my ass, hard and fast, his dick pumping into me over and over. He grunted and when I turned my head to glance over my shoulder, I could see his forehead bead with sweat. His face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure and he thrust his hips against me, burying his cock in me to the base. I didn't think it was possible, but I came again. My pussy gushed, staining the arm of his couch with a huge dark blotch. I was so exhausted that all I could do was whimper my pleasure. Trevor groaned and I could feel heat spurting into me as he came, emptying his cock in my ass. He stepped back and I stood up on wobbly legs. His cum ran out of my ass and down my thighs, mixing with the residue of Dean's earlier orgasm. Trevor sat down on the couch and pulled me down on his lap. I curled against him and he slid a finger in my pussy, lazily stroking in and out. "That was incredible, Noelle," he murmured. "I haven't had sex that fucking fantastic in years." "Glad you enjoyed it," I replied with a grin. "You're coming back over tomorrow, right?" "Absolutely. Now that I've fucked you, you're mine. Otherwise I'll tell my dad," I teased him. He laughed. "I just have one condition." I gazed at him inquisitively, waiting. "You always have to give me the kind of pre-performance show you gave today." I grinned. "No problem, boss."

Alicia Reynolds was a rather transparent girl throughout high school. She didn't really belong to any of the cliques at her school. She wasn't pretty, perky, or rich enough to be considered a part of the "prep" clique. She wasn't into partying, doing drugs, or having unprotected sex, so she didn't fit in with the party crowd either. The nerds were more of her crowd, but even they didn't call her one of their own. She had a few close friends who were just like she was, but she mostly floated through high school under everyone's radar. Things didn't change much after she graduated. She had a steady boyfriend, whom she had been dating for over a year. At 18, this type of relationship was considered serious. They still lived at home with their parents, but they had talked about moving in together in the future. Alicia lived with her father, David. Her mother had moved out after a messy divorce several years back. She had been caught cheating on her father, who Alicia thought very highly of. Alicia had gotten used to living with her father. She would come home after he shifts at a local video game store to do chores and cook dinner for the two of them. Her father had a deep respect for Alicia. He felt that he was lucky to have her as his daughter. Most girls her age weren't interested in having jobs, steady relationships, or helping out their families. Alicia was not like all the other girls and her father knew it. Her father ran a dive bar downtown, named The Hole in the Wall, in an area that was known for being trouble. The Hole in the Wall had been in business since a few years before David's divorce. It was something her father had always wanted to do, but couldn't find the time or the money to do it. David Reynolds had been laid off from his last union job several years back when he decided to cash in his chips and open the bar. When the bar opened, it was a hit. Everyone flocked to the new spot to drink and unwind with friends. A few years went by and the bar's luck started to change. To David, it seemed like most of his bar business had abandoned him and went to the other, more "hip", bars around town. After his divorce, he started to do anything he could to get customers in the door. He would hire the prettiest bartenders that he could to work there, hoping that men would come in, drool over them, and dump money into his bar. This only seemed to help his failing business a little. It was a band-aid over a much larger wound. What he needed to do was something drastic... Alicia Reynolds was a short girl, with raven black hair which covered her a quarter of her face. She dressed like a "gamer girl." She wore video game t-shirts that she would get for free from working at Game Addict. Alicia also liked to wear short shorts and thigh highs. When she went to school, she would wear a turtle shell backpack. She dressed the same when she started classes at a local community college in her town. After classes got out in the afternoon, Alicia would walk from campus to her father's bar. This was normally a fifteen minute walk for her. She would get there, say hello to the bar regulars, most of whom she knew since she was young. The regulars were mostly her father's friends. After she said her hello's, she would find her father, who would give her the keys to his beat up pick-up truck. She would drive home, study, then pick her father up, come home again, fix a late dinner, then go to bed. This was the routine she had become accustomed to over the past two years. It was Friday afternoon and Alicia had just finished her last class. She threw her books into her back pack and started walking toward her father's bar. Before she got very far, she was stopped by someone. The boy seemed vaguely familiar, but she was trying to figure out who he was and why he had stopped her. "Hey, Alicia, right?" "Uh...yeah. Hello." She said politely. Sensing she forgot who he was, the boy said, "It's me. Tom Harris. We've got English 131 together. I sit behind you." "Oh yeah. Hi. How are you?" "I'm doing great now." Tom said, with a sly grin on his face. "Hey, where ya off to, sweetie?" Sweetie? She thought. Why was he calling me this? "I have to go to work." She lied. "You don't work at the game shop tonight. Do you have another job?" Fuck. How does he know my work schedule? "I'm helping my dad out at his bar." "But you aren't 21, are you? How is that even legal?" He's too smart for his own good! "I just bus tables and wash dishes. That's all." Quick thinking, girl! "Oh, that's cool." He said, trailing off. "Look, you're hot as hell. The hottest girl in our class. Let's go out this weekend. You and me. We'll go see a movie and maybe go to my place after and hang out." Go back to his place? Gee he's blunt! "I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend. I can't go out with you. I'm going to be late. I have to go. Sorry." She smiled meekly and walked off. She had been asked out before, but never by anyone as forward as Tom Harris. She remembered who he was. He was always late for class and sat in the back to talk with his friends. He didn't care about getting an education. His parents were paying for his classes and giving him a free ride. She had to work to pay for her classes, because her grant didn't pay for everything she needed. Tom Harris was one of those annoying boys with the polo shirts and the popped collars, who watched Van Wilder too many times and was only interested in chasing girls, drinking, and partying. He was tall and muscular, a sharp contrast to her boyfriend, Peter, who was short and slender. She had met Peter while they were sophomores in high school. The two were both late for class on the first day, because they couldn't find the room they were supposed to be in. After looking together for the class, they sat by each other, became group partners, and started to talk and hang out after class. Their courtship started as a friendship. Alicia and Peter were just friends until late in their senior years. It wasn't long into their relationship that they started to become sexually active. They were both virgins when they had sex for the first time, in Peter's parent's basement on a Saturday night. As awkward and painful as it was, Alicia didn't dislike the experience. She somewhat enjoyed it. The sex wasn't anything to brag about, but Alicia started to enjoy it more and more as time went on. Alicia finally arrived at her father's bar. She walked inside and said hello to three old men sitting at the bar - Ralph, Manny, and Roger. Ralph was the oldest of the bunch. She thought he was 60 or 70 years old. He walked with a limp. He told her it was because he took a piece of shrapnel in the leg during Vietnam. Manny and Roger were around her father's age - 52. The three of them put their drinks down and greeted the young girl. The bartender on Friday nights was Cheryl. Cheryl was in her late 30's, with three kids, and smoked a lot. She dressed trashy - usually in tight leather pants and a black tank top, which did nothing to hide her body or her slew of poorly done tattoos. "Hi guys. Do you know where my father is?" "I think he's in the back." Said Manny. She thanked them and walked passed the bar to the back office. She knocked on the door, "Daddy?" Her father said, "Come in!" Alicia turned the knob and walked into his office. Her father was usually stressed out over money, but today was different. He seemed more stressed than usual. "What's wrong daddy?" "Pumpkin...I don't know what to do." "What do you mean?" "I don't know what to do with this. This bar. For the past few years this place has been bleeding money. I'm having to dump my own money into the place to keep it going! I can't keep doing this. I'm going to go broke! I won't be able to keep the bar, the house, or even help you pay for your schooling! This is really bad!" At that point her father started sobbing. Alicia frowned and gave her father a big hug. "It'll be OK, daddy. I'm sure there's something you can do." Her father jerked away, tears in his eyes, and said, "I've done everything! You don't know everything that I've done to keep this place running. To make matters worse, one of the girls isn't going to show tonight!" Confused, Alicia asked, "What do you mean? Cheryl's behind the bar now. She's here." "Not her. I'm not talking about Cheryl." "Well, who do you mean?" "I can't tell you, Alicia. You wouldn't understand." She had gone from confused, to irritated. Her father was always honest and upfront with her about everything. Why was he holding a secret from her? "If its bus work you need. I can help tonight." She forced laughter to try to break the mood, "I actually told some guy that I help out around here and wash dishes." Her father sighed, "No. That's not what I'm talking about." Feeling hopeless and confused, Alicia said, "Just tell me then! Maybe I can help." "You can't. You really can't. I'm sorry." OK. That's it! He's holding out on me! We have always been close and he has always treated me like an adult. Now here he is keeping secrets from me and treating me like a child! "Just tell me! Stop hiding things from me!" After another deep sigh, her father gave up, "Fine. The girl who was supposed to be here tonight wasn't going to tend bar or bus. She was supposed to...to...be..." Alicia waited for the punch line. "Entertainment." Her father said, swallowing deeply. Alicia thought she knew what he meant. "Like a stripper or something? Is that what you have been doing with this bar to get more money?" She asked, becoming very agitated. Shaking his head and putting his face in his palms, he father responded, "No. It's much worse." Worse? What could be worse than turning your bar into a strip joint on the side? "What do you mean 'worse'?" "The girls strip, but there's more to their job than just that." He said, trailing off, hoping his daughter would end this embarrassing conversation, take the keys, and storm out of the bar. Alicia went from upset to curious. She wanted to know what else these girls were doing besides taking their clothes off. "What else do they do, daddy? Tell me. I want to know." He unscrewed the top of a bottle of whiskey that sat on paper cluttered desk, poured some into a small glass, and took a drink. He knew the answer to this question was going to change the relationship he had with his daughter forever. The answer was going to turn him from someone she looked up to, to someone she resents and looks down on. He was finally ready to answer the question... "The girls...have sex...with some of the customers." What!? Now the bar is a brothel? A whore house!? What sort of place is this? What sort of person has my father become? A pimp!? Alicia's head was spinning for a moment. When she came back down to earth, she looked at her father. He sat there at his desk, almost in tears, with a bottle of whiskey beside him. He was a broken man. He had been divorced and seen his dream of owning a bar crumble right before his eyes. She wanted to be mad at him, but she couldn't. She loved him. Her father could probably pick up on how disgusted she was about the situation, but she didn't want to yell at him. "And the girl who was supposed to be here tonight was supposed to take her clothes off and have sex with the customers? Even Ralph, Manny, and Roger?" "Yes, honey." "How does that even help your business? People aren't buying drinks if all they're interested in is having sex with someone." "I don't make money off the drinks. I charge people $50 a ticket for the show. After midnight, anyone who has paid me stays, and anyone who hasn't leaves. I lock the doors...and...the show begins." "So wait...one girl has sex with all of those men!? That's gross!" Gangbangs were not something that Alicia was into. She couldn't imagine having sex with more than one person, especially not anyone other than her boyfriend, Peter. "Yes. That's how it goes. Whoever does the show on Friday nights has to have sex with all of the ticker buyers." "How many people is that!?" "Usually only a dozen or so. Sometimes only four or five." A dozen men!? "And you don't have anyone to do that tonight. So you're missing out on an extra..." Alicia starts doing the math in her head, "$600 or something tonight?" "Less than that. The girl gets half." "So around $300!?" Alicia asked. Dumb founded. She had now realized exactly how desperate her father was. Most bars downtown could make that sort of money in less than hour. Her father couldn't make that in an entire night without having a girl come in and fuck his customers! "Yes. That's all. I need the money, sweetie. All of the other bars are running me out of business. I can't compete with them. I don't have the kind of money that they do. I have to do something!" He said and slammed his fist on the desk, shaking the bottle of whiskey. "I'm sorry...I just don't know what else to do." Alicia knew that this conversation had changed the relationship she had with her father. She now saw him in a different light. She once saw him as a proud, hard-working, dedicated father, but now looked at him as a sad, desperate man. She still loved him, but her opinion of him changed. "I'm sorry I told you all of this," he said. "It pains me that you had to find this out. I wanted to keep this a secret from you until I made enough money to put us straight again. I'm sorry." She felt like she heard the words, "I'm sorry" a hundred times in the past ten minutes. She knew her father was sorry, but she didn't know what happens next. She didn't know where their relationship would go next, but she was about to find out. "I am going to have to cancel the show. My patrons aren't going to like it and they probably won't come back. Hell, some may even be so pissed off that they tell the cops what I'm up to! I'm fucked, Alicia. I don't know what to do!" And neither did she. She had no idea how to help her father. If she had the money, she would pay off all of her father's debt so he could close this hell hole once and for all. They would never have to worry about money ever again. Her father gulped, "Alicia, I'm desperate. I need a show tonight. I was wondering..."

Hello Lover. I've been thinking about you again and just feel the need to talk to you ... It's about 4 in the morning where you are, so I imagine you'll be sound asleep right now...are you dreaming about me I wonder? I could swear I just heard your voice. If I close my eyes and remain very still, I can almost believe you're here with me. I can practically feel your hand brushing my hair to one side so you can graze your lips across the back of my neck, then, as you slowly trace just one finger lightly down the length of my spine, I can feel your breath in my ear as you softly ask me what I want you to do... I don't have to say a thing...all I have to do is think a thing and you're so tuned into me, my wants and desires, that you intuitively respond to my thoughts and subtle signals. As I let my head fall forward, your strong warm hands begin to knead and caress the muscles of my neck and shoulders and I can feel the day's tension melting away at your touch. Lower and lower, your stroking hands work their magic as I relax under your ministrations, practically purring in contentment. Reaching my waist, you slide your hands around the front slightly and place them on my hip bones, pulling me against you. I let my head settle back to rest on your shoulder as your hands resume their journey, to wander over the swell of my tummy and then feather-light up my sides, lightly stroking my ribs on their way closer and closer to my waiting breasts, where my nipples are already puckering up in anticipation of your touch. Finally, gently, you cup my quivering flesh, giving them a tender squeeze as you grasp and roll the nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. I let out a low sigh of pleasure at the touch of your hands on my body and your lips on my throat and I can feel you stir in response against my buttocks. I give my ass a bit of a wiggle against your groin and your reaction is unmistakable, but you chuckle and back away slightly. "Patience," You whisper in my ear "Right now, it's all about you." Once again, your fingers are tracing designs, but this time your lips are joining them, following them with soft kisses as you work your way down my back, lingering at the dimples that form where back meets buttocks. You're kneeling behind me, stroking the backs of my thighs and then cupping my cheeks as you give me a little bite on the ass. I flinch slightly, more in surprise than anything since you're being so gentle...then, spreading my cheeks apart with your hands, you snake your tongue between them and give me a long, wet lick from one hole to the other, causing me to shiver and my knees to almost buckle. Placing your hands around my waist from behind, silently you turn me to face you as you remain on your knees, resulting in your having my moist, aromatic pussy right at eye level. You smile up at me for a moment, then turn your attention back to what's right in front of you, awaiting your touch. Lovingly, reverently you run your hands over the soft skin of my belly and down the outside of my hips as you lean closer to place tiny butterfly kisses onto my obviously freshly shaven mound. Slipping one hand between my thighs, you gently encourage me to spread my legs for you, giving you more access to that most private part of my body. Placing your thumbs on my outer lips, carefully you spread them apart, exposing the inner pinkness there. My arousal is obvious as you find the tiny button of my clit poking out from between those soft folds and you flick your tongue ever so gently over it. My reaction is immediate and intense as my hips involuntarily convulse and I press myself hard against your face. Unfazed, you continue to use your tongue and lips to kiss and caress my love button, while at the same time inserting one, then two fingers up inside my pussy, probing and feeling your way until you locate that sweet spot deep inside that you know will only intensify the pleasure I'm already experiencing at your hands. I let out a moan of sheer ecstasy as I lose myself in the sensations you're creating within me, the pleasure and tension building toward the explosion I know is coming. Reaching deeper still, burying your entire face into my now- dripping cunt, you firmly take my clit between your lips, suck it into your mouth and start to hum. The vibrations send me flying headlong over the edge of the most incredible orgasm and only my hands clutching fistfuls of your hair allow me to stay on my feet as I gasp and pant, quiver and moan. I haven't even stopped twitching yet when I realize you're no longer on your knees, but have risen to your feet and have pressed me backward a step or two until my back is against the wall. Lifting my legs until they're wrapped around your waist, with one smooth, powerful thrust, your extremely hard, extremely large erection has impaled me against the wall and you're plunging into me, again and again, the head of your cock stroking so adamantly against my still trembling g-spot that it sets off my spasms anew and I shatter into a million bright sparks as I climax again...and again...and yet again! With a shout, you join me in the euphoria that is orgasm, pumping me full as you release your huge load deep inside me. Afterward, the only sounds to be heard are the sounds of heavy breathing as we struggle to catch our breath, still locked together, clutching each other close, our heartbeats slowly resuming a regular rhythm as our mingled sweat and intimate fluids trickle...hmmmm, might be a good time for a nice, long, hot shower together. Ah, Baby, what I wouldn't give to open my eyes to find that it hasn't been a dream after all. L. x

It had already been a hell of a business trip, but we were finally nearing the end of the long haul. Dean, Linda and I had travelled from vendor to vendor, each of them desperately trying to impress us with their products. Each vendor in turn had taken us to visit reference customers who were clearly only putting up with our visits out of politeness to the vendors. We had tried to minimise the stress of days filled with business visits and almost non-stop travelling by ensuring that we were booked into good hotels each night, but this had not really helped much - we arrived so late each evening and left so early the following morning that we got no time to appreciate any individuality they might offer. We had definitely had enough. This evening was not only almost the end of the trip; it was also our first real opportunity to relax. Our reference visit had completed at a sensible time and for a change we didn't have a vendor insisting on taking us out for dinner. We were even spending our second consecutive night in the same hotel - absolute bliss. Returning to the hotel by mid-afternoon we agreed to settle into our rooms and then to meet again an hour or so later. With our first real spell of leisure time on our hands we went for a slow wander through the streets of the city interspersed with a few drinks in local bars. Our walk conclude with a good meal at a nearby restaurant during the course of which we all shared a few of bottles of wine. By 10 o'clock we were back at the hotel rested, cheerful and weaving only slightly. Dean decided he was too tired to want to do anything other than get an early night and, making his excuses, he headed off to his room. As Dean headed off I said to Linda, "I fancied another drink myself, are you retiring too, or can I offer to buy you a drink?" Several drinks later we were still at the bar, it was starting to get late and the bar was emptying out. The conversation had turned to TV and how little there seemed to be that was worth watching. Suddenly Linda said, "It's so bad not even the porn channels are worth watching." For a moment I wondered if I had heard her properly, so trying to keep my expression as normal as possible I replied, "You've done an extensive survey on them then, have you?" I felt this was sufficiently neutral to avoid embarrassing her if I had heard her wrongly. "Well I wouldn't call it extensive. We've hardly had much time on our own in these hotels, but I've seen enough to know that as porn goes it's a long way from the best." I had heard correctly. What I said was, "You don't seriously watch porn on the hotel TV do you? Don't you worry about what will appear on your bill?" but in reality I was stunned by her frankness. Although I had not worked with her much I knew she had a reputation for being a hard-working, ambitious career woman known for her dedication to the projects on which she worked. Watching pornography was an activity which just didn't fit in with this image and admitting to it seemed even more out of kilter. She didn't appear at all put out by my obvious astonishment. She simply shrugged her shoulders and said, "Why shouldn't I watch it? It just appears on the bill as a movie and as I've been away from home for more than a week for the company I don't see why they can't pay a little bit towards relieving the boredom." "But you just said it's not very good, so why bother?" Not only did she not seem put out by the question but she looked amused as she answered, "it may not be the best, but it's better than nothing when you've been on the road for over a week." She looked at me speculatively and went on "don't tell me you never get bored or frustrated on a trip like this?" I wasn't used to a woman I hardly knew speaking so openly but then both of us were far from sober by this time and the alcohol kept any embarrassment at bay. I responded, "Bored and frustrated, well yes to a degree, but I don't know, I've just never ..." I left the sentence unfinished as I struggled to think of a response and instead challenged her in return, "... anyway how do you know it's not that good? Lots to compare it with have you?" I had expected to embarrass her, but instead she seemed to find my challenge humorous. She grinned and said, "A fair amount as it so happens. In fact I might go so far as to say that I'm fairly knowledgeable on the subject." Again my surprise must have been obvious because she grinned even more widely before continuing, "A few years ago, in fact not long after John and I got married, I was doing some spring cleaning while he was out shopping and I found an old sports bag lying behind a pile of shoes in his cupboard. I guessed it was something he was hiding from me and that I should really leave it alone, but curiosity got the better of me and I opened it to find several pornographic books, magazines and videos." As Linda spoke she watched me, as though gauging my reaction. She continued, "I was curious rather than shocked. I hadn't had much exposure to that sort of thing before. By the time I heard him arrive back with the groceries the spring-cleaning had fallen by the wayside and I had managed to browse through much of the collection." "I considered confronting him with my find, as I was fairly upset about why he had not trusted me enough to share his secret with me. I wrapped it up and put it back in its hiding place while I considered my response. None of it was extreme or offensive so by the time I had finished I decided the best thing to do was to pretend that nothing had happened." "The next time I was on my own house I decided to take the opportunity to watch the videos but when I went to retrieve them from his cupboard I was surprised to find that although the books were the same the magazines and videos were different. Checking his cupboard regularly since then I have found that the magazines and videos change about monthly, meaning that once a month I get to see a couple of new videos - so yes, I have seen a fair amount to compare it against." I had met her husband John and I wondered how pleased he would be about his wife telling a work colleague about his porn watching habits. "So even with all that access to good quality porn at home you still watch it in the hotels?" "Well, away from home, travelling, things can get frustrating - it's a nice harmless way of relieving that frustration." The conversation was making me horny and she was speaking so openly that I decided to push the conversation further and replied, "So just watching porn is the recipe for relieving frustration. It's a pity that's not more widely known." This time her expression changed to one of mock exasperation before she said," it takes a little more than just watching porn to relieve the frustration - and don't tell me you don't know that." She waited a moment and then went on "But in any case it's a lot safer, cheaper and more morally defensible than what I see a lot of men getting up to when they're away from their partner for a while." She looked at me speculatively for a moment and then leaned forward and said in a conspiratorial tone, "and I'll bet that even if you don't misbehave as badly as some men on business trips and even if you don't watch the TV porn I'll bet you have to relieve some frustration from time to time as well." It wasn't something I could really deny, particularly with the massive erection I was sporting by now but I was saved from having to answer by the Barman arriving at that point to ask if we wanted a last drink. We both ordered and as he poured them for us the conversation veered back to more normal subjects and remained on those subjects until we walked somewhat uncertainly out of the bar and found our way upstairs. Our rooms weren't adjoining rooms but they were opposite one another. As we both put our key cards in our respective doors a sudden mischievous urge made me say, "Goodnight. Oh, and if I do decide to relieve my frustration while watching the hotel porn channel then I'll try to do so quietly. I wouldn't want to disturb my neighbours." There were a few moments of silence broken only by the clicking of the locks as our respective doors opened, then she looked me in the eye and said "well, if you're going to do that then maybe you should save on your expenses and any potential embarrassment with your bill by watching mine instead." I could hardly believe what I had just heard and fleetingly wondered whether she was joking, but there had been not the slightest hint of any teasing in her voice and her expression was very definitely serious. Logic told me I should say no. I was a happily married man and was not in any way looking to get involved in any sort of extramarital dalliance. To the best of my knowledge she was happily married as well. On the other hand she was a very attractive lady, so the invitation was both flattering and not at all unwelcome. Primal instincts being often stronger than logic meant part of me definitely wanted to say yes. As I stood there temporarily speechless my indecision must have been obvious. She gave me a sly grin and continued, "of course as neither of us is single we'll each have to relieve our own frustration but sharing might be more companionable." I knew I should say turn down the offer, but with several drinks having weakened my better judgement and our conversation having left me with an almost painful erection I instead simply asked her "you sure?". She didn't reply, but just turned and walked into her room leaving the door open behind her. I closed my door and followed her. The room was a typical large hotel room, a small table come desk with two fairly uncomfortable formal chairs and two large beds flanked and separated by small bedside tables. The beds faced a large flat screen TV standing on a pedestal close to the opposite wall. Linda turned on the TV, passed me the remote control and then began to rummage in the minibar. "If you choose a channel I'll get us drinks. Anything in particular you fancy?" "Whisky and soda please," I replied as I began to flick through in search of the adult channels. There were three of them. Switching to the first resulted in a message popping up stating that I would be able to watch a two-minute preview of each channel after which I would have to change channel or start paying. I pressed ok and after a few moments of static the room filled with groans of ecstasy while the screen filled with a scene of a shapely woman straddling a good-looking man. I could see that Linda's attention was already being distracted from the drinks. She finished pouring and passed me my drink before sitting on one of the beds, her eyes riveted to the TV. I sat on the other bed and watched as our two- minute preview continued. When it came to an end I flicked on to the next channel. Again a warning, a few moments of static and again the screen was filled with shapely bodies. This time it was a woman on her hands and knees giving a blow job to a man kneeling in front of her, as another man fucked her from behind. We watched our two-minute preview and then I skipped to the final channel. Yet again we had the warning, but this time when the static cleared there were no men on screen but two women locked in a 69 position, heads buried between each other's legs. As our two-minutes started I said to Linda, "Well, any preferences?" She didn't take her eyes off the action on screen as she replied, "Any of them is fine, but I'm happy with this one unless you prefer one of the others." "No, this is fine for me." I waited for the end of the preview and pressed ok to pay to view. The first few minutes of the movie were scene setting, with not a lot happening. As I sipped on my drink Linda slipped off her shoes and, fully clothed, she slid under the bedclothes. She sat with her back against the headboard and her legs making a large mound under the blankets front of her. She began wriggling around and after a few moments started to drop items of clothing on the floor between the beds. I watched with interest, wondering how far she would go - and got a very clear answer when her bra and panties dropped onto the top of the pile leaving her obviously naked in the bed. Only when she had finished did she look over at me and say, "So, are you going to sit there fully dressed or are you going to get into that bed?" before returning her attention to the TV. It was not a real question: she was telling me what she wanted me to do. I didn't feel like wriggling around under the covers so, after removing my shoes and socks, I stood up and walked over to the coffee table before stripping somewhat ostentatiously. As I removed each item I folded it neatly and put it on the coffee table. I kept an eye on her as I stripped and although she pretended to concentrate on the TV I could see that she was also watching me. My arousal must have been obvious to her when I slipped out of my trousers, as the tent in my boxer shorts singularly failed to conceal my erection. When I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers and began to slide them down she finally gave up any pretence of ignoring me and watched openly as I inched them down over my hips. As it moved gradually down the elasticised waistband slowly flattened the bulge in my boxers, but at the same time ever more of my straining cock was revealed until it suddenly sprang free and stood stiffly to attention. Not attempting to hide myself in any way I slowly folded my boxers before adding them to the pile on the coffee table. Only after I thought I had given her a good opportunity to look at my proud erection did I climb into the other bed, sitting as she did with my back against the headboard. We both watched the film now as the initial introductions were completed and the action began. It was a lot better than I had expected for a hotel movie. There were three separate scenes interwoven as the action followed three separate relationships. In one scene the two women from the preview moved rapidly from kissing and fondling one another to the very erotic 69 scene we had started with. A second scene, equally arousing, had a different two woman thrusting their pussies against one another. While these scenes played I noticed one of Linda's hands disappear under the blankets and I guessed that she was caressing herself. Not wanting to be left out I slipped my hand beneath blankets and began to slowly rub my hard cock. It was when the third scene got underway however that I really noticed it having an effect on Linda. The scene started as probably the most innocent of the three, with the one woman kneeling on all fours above her friend as they simply kissed one another. The one girl reached up and around and began to massage her friend's very attractive backside with strong, sure fingers, but it was when they moved into a side-by-side position and their hands found their way to between each other's thighs that I heard Linda sigh softly. As the girls played with each other's pussies I could see that Linda's activities beneath the blankets were becoming increasingly unrestrained. The blankets moved rhythmically between her legs and when the camera lingered on the girls fingers sliding back and forth over each other's pussies Linda groaned and I saw her second hand disappear beneath the bedclothes to join the first. I slipped my own hand beneath blankets and as my fingers closed around the head of my cock I could feel the first drops of moisture forming on it's tip. Impulsively I threw aside the bedclothes and turned towards the other bed so that Linda could watch as I rubbed my slick fingers back and forth over the head of my cock. I could see her eyes darting back and forth between the girls masturbating one another on the screen and my fingers sliding over my cock. To my delight she reciprocated after a few moments, throwing the covers to one side and revealing herself to my eager eyes. The fingers of her left hand were sliding backwards and forwards between the swollen lips of her cunt. The fingers of her right hand were pressed against her clitoris and rubbing hard and fast. She began to groan rhythmically, her groans keeping time with the movements of her fingers. My cock was getting increasingly wet and slippery and my fingers were sliding faster and faster, back and forth, over it. Neither of us was watching the film anymore, we were both watching each other as we became increasingly excited and aroused. For several minutes we rubbed and watched until suddenly I felt that I couldn't hold on much longer. "Oh God, it's lovely watching you. And watching you, watching me. I can't wait I'm going to come." As I finished speaking I felt my balls contract and a stream of semen spurted from my cock onto the bed in front of me. This was too much for Linda. Her rubbing went into overdrive, her fingers almost blurring as she shouted, "Ah yes! Oh, Ooh, Oooh, YES!" She came gloriously, her heels pressing down and her back arching as she raised her hips off the bed in ecstasy. After our orgasms we lay facing one another, me with my gradually shrinking cock in my hand and she with one hand tenderly stroking her pussy. After several minutes she wordlessly reached out for the remote control and turned off the TV. Putting down the remote control she looked at me for a few moments, smiled almost bashfully then blew me a kiss. Still not saying the word she then pulled the bedclothes over herself, turned her back to me and appeared to settle down to sleep. I waited a few moments then quickly slipped on my clothes and left, turning off the lights as I left the room. The next morning my hangover was not enough to stop me feeling incredibly foolish. I wasn't at all comfortable about what I had done the previous evening. On the other hand I could still picture the scene in my mind and every time I pictured it I again felt an immediate erotic thrill. I was nervous about how things would go when I saw Linda again. She must have elected to have breakfast in her room as she didn't come down to breakfast and I didn't see her until the three of us met at the reception desk at the time we had all agreed to check out of the hotel. As she walked up to us she greeted us both in absolutely normal and cheerful tones and, taking my cue from her, I replied in kind. We drove out to the airport and caught our return flight. During the entire journey she made no allusion to the events of the previous evening. When we got to the airport parking lot Dean left us to pick up his car in another section, leaving us to walk together towards our cars which were parked very near to one another. I would have found it very difficult to think of any small talk, but Linda didn't seem to suffer from this at all and chatted inconsequentially about minor aspects of our trip as we covered the short distance to our cars. As we reached the point where our paths were to diverge we stopped and turned, almost simultaneously, to face one another. I was struggling to think of something appropriate to say and I got the impression that she was too. Finally I simply said, "I'm a bit embarrassed about my behaviour last night, but I hope you understand - and thank you." The smile she gave me in response was, I thought, tinged with relief. She replied, "I don't mind you being embarrassed, but I'm also pleased that you didn't say that you regret it, because I don't. It was a great way to finish an otherwise awful trip - thank you." As she finished speaking she leaned forward, kissed me lightly on the cheek and before I had a chance to respond she turned and walked towards her car.

Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods. _____________________ I hadn't received a registered letter in years. Heck, I hadn't even been to a post office in years. As I stood in line, I figured it was actually almost 5 years. When I bought my house, I was at the post office sending official letters and paperwork almost daily. After about twenty minutes in line, I finally turned over the registered mail receipt, and received a stiff brown envelope in return. "Well, that was disappointing." I told the clerk as I left. "Have a nice day." I heard in response. Walking outside into the Texas heat, I got into my car and started it to get cooled off. Looking at the envelope, it appeared to be from some sort of legal liquidator firm. Aside from the house purchase, I had no other contact with lawyers, so this was kinda interesting. __________ Sir, We have determined through DNA testing you are related to our client. Please bring this letter to the address on this announcement, and proper identification. Do so on the date chosen for you, also printed on the announcement, or you will forfeit claim to items chosen for you. __________ "DNA results?" I asked myself aloud. Googling the address, I found it to be about an hour's drive, in a warehouse of some sort, and in a decent part of town. So far, so good. Driving home, I felt I didn't have anything to lose by following the directions in the letter. So, a week later, I made my way across town where I found a nice storefront in a renovated warehouse complex. The entire area was a bustling conglomeration of businesses. There was a hotel, a large market, several restaurants, and surrounding apartments. After familiarizing myself with the environs, I made my way to the address. It appeared to be a simple, nondescript antique-consignment type of business. In the store windows there were several pieces of furniture and clothing displayed. It really fit into the vibe of this development. "A sex shop?" I asked myself as I read the sign over the door: Amorous Goods. Entering, the place smelled more like a candle shop than an antique store. That, and the ceiling was rather high, making it look really inviting. Just to the right of the door, the cashier was smartly located, and there were several aisles from which to choose to walk from my location. Each aisle seemed very neat and organized unlike your typical junk store places. All-in-all, I could see myself shopping here, and I'm glad I'm early to enjoy the store. Looking down the first aisle on my left, I see a few customers. I continue walking, and decide to walk down the next aisle where there are no customers. The objects along this particular aisle are of particular value. By that, I mean, this is no ordinary collection for sale. The items are all classic, quite valuable, and of wonderful quality. "Zoo? Is that you?" I hear from my right. Looking in her direction, I see Vikki, former roommate of an old girlfriend, looking at me from two aisles away. Vikki was never as daring as my girlfriend at the time, Paula. Paula had an exhibitionist streak that was not to be tamed, and I was the willing beneficiary of many of her adventures. Sex after exposing herself was off the charts amazing, and I won't deny my enjoyment of public nudity. On one particular trip to the beach, Vikki and her boyfriend joined us, not knowing what we were up to. The boyfriend ended up getting naked along with us, and Vikki eventually relented and went topless. At their apartment, I had never seen Vikki nude, but I could tell her body was smoking hot. At the beach, my suspicions were confirmed. Vikki has an amazing set of tits, and I enjoyed every moment I could to look at her body. As Paula and Vikki's boyfriend swam about 25 metres from us, I talked to her about nothing memorable and I could tell Vikki was getting comfortable, hopefully to the point of going completely naked like the three of us. I thought she was close when she turned over and pulled her bikini bottom up to tan an amazing ass. Her boyfriend tried coaxing her out of her bottoms as he applied sunscreen to her ass after returning from the water. Alas, that never materialized, but I was left with indelible memories of her mammaries. After the beach, life in their apartment loosened up considerably. Paula basically became an apartment nudist as she rarely wore clothes there. Vikki became a little comfortable with me. One day, I got to their apartment after work, and just before Paula got back from her job. With my key, I let myself in, and relaxed on the couch. I could hear the shower running and figured it was Vikki. My deduction was proven correct by a mostly naked Vikki walking from her room, wrapped in a towel, to the bathroom. Without a word from either of us, she kept going and I relaxed in front of the tv. I was awakened by Paula hanging her tits in my face as I had fallen asleep on the comfy couch. To this day, I wished it had been Vikki. Later that same month, I would receive a birthday gift from Vikki unlike any other. Again, I arrived at their place before Paula, but this time found Vikki in the kitchen and completely naked. I'll never forget our conversation. "Hey, I hear it's your birthday, so I wanted to surprise you with a little something." Vikki told a very shocked me. "If this is all you give me, I'm quite happy. Is there more?" I said as I stared at her body. "Oh yes. Take off your clothes." Vikki directed. Who was I to argue. I quickly stripped my clothes off. Vikki walked up to me, hugged me so I could feel her entire body against mine, then walked to her room. "Happy Birthday." That's all she said. I got dressed, and never mentioned it to Paula. From that point on, Vikki and I always shared a smile with each other, but I never got the courage to ask for more. I sure wish I had because Paula flew the coop one day for a nudist colony somewhere. I tried to find her, but gave up, then discovered Vikki had also moved out of the apartment and even her boyfriend quickly lost contact with her. I just kept working and figured it was all for the best. The person behind this mystery letter changed all that. "Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask, trying not to awkwardly check her out. "Well, the short story is I run the place." Vikki says, approaching me. "And the long story?" I inquire. "Well, that's why you're here. Let's go sit down in the private meeting room." Vikki says, pointing me to the back of the store. Following her, I couldn't help but check out her still incredible ass. My mind put it back into a thong on the beach as we made the short walk to the office. "C'mon in, and let me tell you this crazy story." Paula said, holding the office door open. Inside the somewhat normal office came the most fantastical story I could ever imagine. Vikki was apparently the lone surviving relative of a very rich man who collected incredibly valuable and, sometimes very weird, items. Vikki had to put her career on hold to manage the estate and liquidate the assets. "It pays well enough, I guess. I was able to leave my partner in charge of my business until I get this stuff sold." Vikki told me. "So, you have to sell everything out there?" I asked. "Yes. The tricky part is finding the correct buyer. It's almost like the stuff won't sell, except to very specific people." "Huh?" "It's hard to explain, but this store could be open for years before we sell everything. It's almost like each item has to be sold to a certain person. Everyone who buys something here has a story to tell about the item, or how they just felt compelled to buy it. I don't have much retail experience aside from a high school job, and I've never seen anything like this." "So...Amorous Goods?" I asked. "All I can figure is it applies to liking something in here. There are some adult things in here, and that's why I considered you." Vikki replied. "I'm not sure I understand." "I can't tell you much more, only that I want you to look around as long as you would like, even past closing time. There is definitely something here for you, but I don't want to ruin the experience for you." Vikki is vague, apparently on purpose, and opens the door for me. I head out into the store, and it seems somehow different. It's kinda hazy up near the lights hanging from the ceiling. The lights have dimmed like you see in restaurants as the sun sets during dinner. The smell of candles is still evident, but probably because there are lots of them burning; something I hadn't noticed before. From around the premises comes the sounds of my favorite piano player. The new age sounds of a single piano player turn the place into an even more atmospherically pleasing shopping experience. And shop I do, seemingly alone in a maze of shelves and tables. Yet, I walk with ease among the items. I'm so overcome by the music, I don't notice at first that most of the items seem blurry, but there is a definite halo inside my vision which allows me to only see the items one at a time. It's almost like looking through binoculars backwards, but everything is closer. "Ummmm, Vikki, what's......?" I'm stopped in my tracks by the fact the office I just exited is no longer behind me. I spin around, but am unable to find it. Gathering myself, I try to head in the same direction, or at least the way I think I was going. It's a little disconcerting, but I think I've read about people dropping acid and going through this type of thing. Even stranger is the music. As I walk, it seems to disappear. I stop in my tracks, looking around at the various items. I back up a few steps, and the music volume increases ever so slightly. I stop. Is my mind playing tricks? I see an opening to my right, another break in the aisles, and turn to walk that way. The music increases as I walk past a few perpendicular rows, then it decreases. I stop, and decide to turn again, this time to my left and am rewarded by an increase in the sounds of the piano. I know there's a reason for the music, but I slow down and begin looking at the individual items again. I'll let the music guide me intuitively, but I'm still very curious about all the stuff I can see. The music brings me around several aisles, where I find a box, by itself within my limited vision. As I approach, a piece of paper comes out of the top. Picking up the paper, I realize the box is what I am to leave with today. It reads: Take this box. From it, you will receive directions to make your desires, and those of people you choose, to come true. Touching the box to pick it up, the room suddenly illuminates and the music disappears. I also find my itself back at the register, looking out into shopping area around the store. "Vikki. We got another one." I hear the cashier say. "How did I get here?" I ask the cashier. "We see it all the time. Customers kinda wander around, oblivious to us, then come out of a trance-like state right here at the register." I hear Vikki say from behind me. "That was interesting. I almost panicked, but the music I heard kept me calm." "What music was it?" "My favorite, new-age solo piano." "Our customers almost always mention their favorite music. Anything else special?" Vikki asks. "Just that I was only able to see one item at a time, the office we met in disappeared, and this box produced a slip of paper directing me to pick it up. When I did so, I ended up here." I explain. "We hear that, as well, except each item has its own special way to attach to its owner. What did the paper say?" Vikki asks. "Something about making my desires come to reality." "Well, that's a new one. Usually, it's some childhood memory, or a material good, or just ownership of the item is meaningful in some way. Interesting. This is the most specific I've heard yet." Vikki explains. "So, now what?" "The box is yours. Enjoy it. We're here if you have any questions." Vikki formalizes the deal. Suddenly, the box spits out another piece of paper. It simply says: Tell her. I stop to think about this. "Well, can I have your personal number if I have any questions?" I ask Vikki. As soon as I ask, the box produces yet another paper, this one with a phone number on it. "Is this your number?" I ask her. "Well, that answers that. What else has the box told you?" "I can only tell you that in private. Shall we go talk?" I ask. "Lead the way." Vikki follows me back to the office. Back in the office, I put the box down on the table to thoroughly take a look at it. It's not heavy, but I only see the slot where the papers have come out. There don't seem to be any screws, or any way to open it. It's just slightly smaller than an old-school typewriter case. It's just a frills-free box made of wood. "Vikki, the message before your phone number said I need to 'tell you'. I think I know what it is." I say, turning to face Vikki as she closes the door. "What?" "I always wanted to ask you for more after you gave me that birthday present. I was shy, for whatever reason, not to mention I was having the time of my life with Paula. I'm not referring to wanting sex as much as I had always wondered what it would be like to date a normal girl, and not that nympho." "That's exactly why I thought of you for this shop. I figured you were just at that point in your life where you didn't know what you wanted, or where you were going. A more mature you is what I hoped to see walk in, and I wasn't disappointed." She tells me as she comes just a little closer. "Would you like to go get something to eat? I see there's quite a few choices in this complex." I move myself, closing the distance between us ever so slightly. Before Vikki answers, the box sends out another paper. On it is typed: You know her dreams. "You better sit down. I think I know what's going on." I direct Vikki to a seat at the table. "Let me know if this is too direct for you." "Okay. I can respect that." Vikki tells me. "When I was with Paula, I always just assumed there's a little of her in all of us. She was a one of a kind at times, and I was merely a witness to her unique nature. That said, I also felt like you might want to take part, in fact you did one time at the beach, and then you were quite comfortable around me in the apartment. Am I missing anything?" "Well, Zoo, I did try to seduce you just a little, but I chickened out. I would have loved to have been totally naked at the beach, but I wasn't quite ready. I was oh so close, though. I still get turned on by how you sat with me, you naked, me topless, and we just talked. I wasn't creeped out by you, and I became unaware of my body. If this isn't too much information, I had an incredible orgasm that night, and it wasn't because of MY boyfriend." Vikki seemed a little embarrassed by her admission. "Like I said, your birthday gift to me was one of my most favorite ever. I have thought of you often. That said, let me cut to the chase. Where exactly do you want to expose yourself?" There, I said it. "Wow, Zoo, I don't think I charged you enough for that box. Did it really tell you that?" "Not in so many words." "Okay, well here goes nothing. I want to go to the beach again, or somewhere similar where I can go without, or even lose my suit. I want to work in here for a day, completely naked. I want to be seen, but without my knowing it. I don't want to be self-aware of my surroundings so I don't become inhibited. But, I also want to be forced to become naked, almost to the point of being raped. Is that too much? Can you work with that?" Vikki is suddenly relaxed with me. "Well, with the help of the box, and it appears it is going to be a big part of this, I know I can make these desires, and even more happen for you." I say with authority. "For example, take off your bra and put it on the table." "Why...?" Vikki starts to question me. "You don't always have to ask for a reason. In some circumstances, you should. But in this instance, there is no need. Just do it." I interrupt her. With those directions completed, Vikki stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, and deftly removed her bra. Placing it on the table, she rebuttoned the shirt and stood there. Her beautiful nipples were clearly outlined by the flimsy material; their hardness heightened by her heavy breathing. "My advice, or request, actually a demand is you should not wear a bra anymore. Look for those camisole shirts, or lacy undershirts to wear. You need to get used to your hard nipples and the fact men, not to mention women, love to look at your body. You should also only wear thongs. However, when we plan any type of activity, you are not to wear any underwear at all. Finally, you should expect to lose most of your clothing when you are around me, so make sure it's not anything you don't want to lose. Am I clear so far?" I tell Vikki. "Can I make requests?" Vikki asks. "Let the box do its job. I think it will guide us." I reply. "But, by all means, what would your first request be?" "My first request would be to go to the beach, and restart. I have make up for lost time, so why not go back to where it all started and seal the deal. From there, I'll be ready for just about whatever you want." Vikki smiles at me. "Well, we can go now and see what happens. Stay flexible." I maintain. Thus, it is decided. Vikki picks up her bra, and we walk to her personal office where she shoves it in her purse, and we walk out in the afternoon sun. Unless the box I am carrying interrupts us, I should have her completely naked on the sand well before the sun goes down. Vikki walks with a confidence I had never seen in her while I dated Paula. Her boobs moved freely under the shirt, and she walked undeterred to the parking lot. Letting me drive, Vikki also removed her panties and shoes, leaving on only her button down shirt and skirt. The box has stayed quiet the entire ride to the beach. I'm kinda glad, actually. Without suits, there is only one outcome for this trip. Well, at least for Vikki. I'm not sure how the box got us to this point, and now I'm not sure I can imagine where we'll go. At least I'm holding the ultimate icebreaker. We arrive at the beach as the last diehards are still laying out and the evening surfers dominate the water. I lock the car, and we walk onto the nearby sand, barefoot, and stroll close to the incoming tide. The foamy water covers our feet, then recedes, over and over. Without direction, or even a word between us, Vikki begins unbuttoning her blouse. I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of her cleavage, and then she stops. Almost imperceptibly, she begins walking deeper and deeper into the surf. In doing so, the bottom of her skirt gets wetter, but Vikki keeps walking outward. The skirt becomes heavy with the water, and it appears to drag itself down to her feet. "Do you want me to pick up your skirt?" I ask Vikki. "No, not even when it falls off." And with that, off it comes. Totally. Vikki's backside is barely covered by her shirt. Her ass peeks out at the bottom of the shirt, and it some becomes wet as Vikki continues outward. "This is so invigorating. I can feel the water hitting my pussy, and I want more." Vikki exclaims. Spreading her arms out wide, she is taking in the last moments of the sun and exposing her entire body as the shirt opens up. Vikki allows her shirt to fall behind her with her skirt, and then continues on. I look back and see the clothing float around in the churning waters. I decide to leave them. Paula, on occasion, did walk back to our car naked. I guess Vikki has decided to do so. Stopping, Vikki moves toward the beach and sits right where the last waves will hit her pussy perfectly. "This is such a turn on." She tells me while squirming around in the sand. "Do you see what you were missing now?" I ask. "Oh yes, and now I'm even missing my clothes. Can you find them?" "They're right behind me I think." I say, turning to look, but see only water. "Well, they were." "Meh, let's go. I'll be fine." Vikki gets out of the water and leads me back toward the car. We do come across her shirt, and she throws it over her shoulder, kinda covering up her chest, but her ass is clearly exposed. It's so wet, though, Vikki decides to simply hold it so she can dry before getting into the car. As we get to the car, I can see the box has put out another slip of paper. I open the car and retrieve it. It says: I told you. As I read it, another appears. This one says: Ask her what she wants now. "That was amazing. Do you want me to drive you home, or do you have something else you want to do?" I ask, as directed by a paper-spitting box. My question is answered as Vikki jumps into the driver's seat. "What I want is to drive, and to allow you to touch me wherever you want. We're going to my house to either plan out more adventures, or we'll stop for today." Vikki tells me as I sit next to her. The car begins to cool us off, but she is still hot as hell, and I take the opportunity to drink in this wondrous sight. With amazingly firm breasts, nice wide shoulders, and luscious thighs, Vikki is the woman I remember and then some. Behind the wheel, Vikki intently drives us away from the beach. I reach over to touch her hair, and see her eyes close for just a second. As I stroke her hair with my left hand, I turn my body enough so I can reach her right shoulder. From the top of her shoulder, I run my hand down her arm, stopping to lightly run my fingers over a nipple. It hardens quickly, and I continue moving my hand. Reaching the top of her closest thigh, I move my hand to the center of her stomach and let the tips of my fingers softly move around her abs. As I do so, I also move my left hand behind her neck and massage it. I can get my fingers around most of her neck and decide to keep it there. Now, my right hand is free to move around her body, and I don't hesitate to move my palms from breast to breast, then slowly move down. In anticipation, Vikki moves her right leg as close to the center console as possible while also moving her left leg as close to her door as she can manage. Vikki also scoots her ass out a little so her cunt is as spread as wide as she can manage while still controlling the car. "I'm headed straight to my house. What I want is to cum before we get there. Can you manage?" Vikki is direct and to the point. Without a word, or any hesitation, I move my right hand immediately to Vikki's pussy. Without penetrating her, I move my fingers around her clit and rub. Starting lightly, then increasing intensity as we move along, I can feel Vikki's body respond to my touch. "Put a finger in me." Vikki says. "No. You have to earn it." I reply as I squeeze her neck tightly and begin rubbing furiously with my right hand. "How did you know?" Vikki replies. I can see she likes my hand on her neck, and I also feel her ass tighten. "How. Did. You. Know?" Those were her last words as the first orgasm overtook her body. I didn't stop rubbing and am rewarded with wave after wave overtaking her body. Turning into a cul-de-sac, Vikki guides the car into a driveway and stops. "That was a two-part answer by the way. You got to touch me while I drove naked. The next part is I want you to spend the night, but no sex. I'm thinking some mutual masturbation will be about it. Are you game? If not, I'll take you to your car, and we'll be done with it." Vikki gives me a smile as I move my hands from her body. "Oh, I'm staying. I don't want to stop our momentum, and I'm sure the box would agree." I reply quickly. "Okay. Well, leave our clothes at door, and let's order some dinner delivery." "Our clothes?" I ask. "Yep, I think we should go naked here." "Just like old times, sorta." I reply as we walk up the front. I wonder what the neighbors think of their naked neighbor walking into her house. Probably just like the beach, they won't give it a single thought. Inside the house, Vikki gets on the phone to order dinner. I stop inside the front door, put the box down, and begin undressing. Once naked, I take the box to the kitchen and put it on a counter. "Who gets to open the door for the delivery driver?" I ask. With that question, the box begins spitting out paper, only this time it's a long one, longer than we've seen so far. Vikki comes over and watches it print and print and print. Taking the first end of it while it still prints, I see it says: For Vikki. "Looks like this is for you. I'll leave you to it." I walk out of the kitchen to a sliding glass door and see a hot tub on a deck. While Vikki begins to read the paper, I open the door and walk outside. Sitting down on the side of the tub, I see Vikki come out, paper in hand. "Looks like we have homework. Yours is coming out of the box right now. Vikki takes my place as I head back to the box. My paper is nowhere near as long as hers, but it's pretty specific. I return to Vikki to find her still reading. "Yes, I want to do all of these things." Vikki says, and I see she has spread her legs and is rubbing her clit. "I bet Paula never did any of this." "I'm supposed to watch. Can I read your paper?" I say as I kneel in front of Vikki. "Sure, go ahead. You'll see the first thing is I'm supposed to have you jerk off for me. No time like the pre...." Vikki interrupts herself with her rubbing. Taking her paper, I begin reading while I stroke myself to hardness. Sure enough, it says right off the top: watch him stroke his dick for you while you rub yourself. Even though the next thing to do is cum in her hand, I take my time to enjoy the view of Vikki wide open for me. I have to be honest with myself. Vikki has an incredible body, and I'm bound to cum all over the place very quickly, especially as she squeezes her nipples. "Hold out your hand." I direct Vikki, as I stand up over her. "You better put both hands out." With both hands full of my cum, Vikki's next move is to lay down on her back and rub the front of her body. Once down, I am to lay on top of her and lick her pussy while she licks and sucks my dick and balls. I do so, and our bodies become sticky together. I feel my dick and balls in Vikki's mouth, and I'm sure to get hard again. Sticking my face into her cunt, I begin lapping at her wetness. Not long after I start, the box begins hissing. Vikki seems oblivious as I look to the source of the sound. And it's not just hissing, it's also emitting a some sort of mist or gas. It also spits out a piece of paper, so I get off Vikki to check it out. The paper says: This is what she wants. I stop and look at Vikki, but she is asleep. Or, is she? Following the directions on the paper, I act quickly. I save the last part for when she awakens. "What? Oh goodness!" Vikki exclaims as she returns to consciousness. "I'm just doing what the paper said to do. It said this is what you wanted. Before I gag you, is there anything else? "Please move me where you can get this on camera. There is one over there in the corner. Oh yeah, you'll have to get the dinner when it arrives." Vikki says in the voice of a woman completely bound by powerful ropes. "Then you're going to love these ropes. I was able to tie in such a way as to be able to carry you." I tell Vikki this as I stuff a small ball into her mouth then tie a scarf around her head to hold it in place. Apparently, Vikki wants to be tied up and used sexually, almost to the point of being raped. With her tied up, I am able to pull on the ropes crossing her stomach and literally carry her across the room to a better spot for the security camera. The little indicator light on it comes to life as our movements get close enough. Vikki is surprisingly easy to carry. She is light, and doesn't struggle within her bonds. Controlling her has brought my dick back to life. The paper didn't specify what to do to her, so I'm left to imagine what she wants, or needs from this. Stopping, I lift her with both hands and look her in the eyes. "There is no safe word you can use, so just blink your eyes rapidly if I need to stop. One blink for 'yes', and two for 'no' when I ask you a question. Understand?" I receive a single blink to my quesion. With that, I drop Vikki to the ground from just above my knees. As her body falls, Vikki's eyes stare intently into mine. She lands as heavy as her little body allows, and I hear a moan. "Did you like that? Do you want more?" I ask, as I straddle her and grab the ropes again. A single blink gives me the green light to lift and drop her, over and over, eliciting moans each time. I stop, then crawl on top and put my full weight upon her. "I see you want to be controlled. Do you want to be raped?" A single blink answers me. I wouldn't say I raped Vikki, but I didn't go easy on her. I slapped her ass and tits; I licked and sucked just about every part of her body. But, I couldn't penetrate her because of the way I had her wrapped in the ropes. At least I couldn't with my dick but I fingered Vikki and edged her several times right to the point of cumming. Dinner arrived a little while later, and I brought it to the kitchen. Vikki began blinking her eyes so I untied her. "I have to change my plans a little. Lovemaking is about to happen." Vikki says as she finishes up the meal. Unbound, Vikki was unrelenting in her lovemaking. As we finally became one, with Vikki on top, neither of us lasted long. I kept her on top of me and lifted and rubbed her with my dick as long as I was inside her. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body over and over. Finally, I fell out of her, then tossed her to the side like a rag doll. The security cam caught all our activity, and I left her on the floor to recover. Staring at the box, I wondered what it held in store for us next. ___________ I'm awakened by a glorious sight. Actually, I was awakened by Vikki sucking my cock to hardness. As I opened my eyes, she still had both my cock and balls fully in her mouth. As I felt blood rush to my dick, she kept me inside her mouth as long as she could. First, I could feel my balls brush over her teeth then fall on her chin. As much as I enjoyed seeing her mouth fill up, I really got into watching Vikki go up and down. Soon, I began fucking her mouth as she looked me in the eye. "Go ahead. Unload into my mouth." Vikki directed me as my balls tightened. Grabbing the hair on the top of her head with my left hand, I guide my dick just outside her mouth with my right, then unload as directed. The cum covers her nose and and I shoot a little more into her mouth. Rubbing my cock on her nose, I then proceed to feed her the cum off her face. Vikki eagerly consumes it. "Did the box tell you to do that?" I ask. "Actually, yes. I've never been very good at blowjobs, but the box told me your cock would be the most delicious I've ever sucked. Sure enough, you are very tasty, and I really enjoyed sucking you." "Your mouth felt really good on me, but mostly I Iiked looking at you as you had all of me inside. You gave me a very nice hardon, and I knew I had to come all over your face." "After starting off the day that way for you, let's go take a shower." Vikkie tells me. In the shower, Vikki hands me a razor and sits on a corner shelf under the hot water. Spreading her legs for me to shave her, I then take my time shaving all evidence of any hair at all. Her pussy is quickly smooth, and I dive back into her face first. Under the waters of the shower, Vikki writhes around on my face. Her softness envelopes my entire face as I consume all her juices. Sucking hard, then softly, biting hard, then softy, and finally just pushing my face into Vikki causes her to cum over and over into my mouth. I drink her up, never letting up even as she stood up off the shelf. I just keep following her with my mouth in unrelenting consumption of her sex. ________________ The next day, Vikki remains naked. "This reminds me of a past life." I tell her. "I just don't feel the need to wear anything inside. What's weird is something is pulling me outside to the pool. It's like a test of some sort to go outside." "I didn't see a pool last night, only the hot tub. Where is it?" I ask as I look outside. "It's down the sidewalk out back, away from the street, but it serves the entire complex." Vikki explains. "Well, go ahead." I say as I open the door. "You're probably going to be told to do this anyway." With that, Vikki walks out into the sunshine, head up, arms to her side. Without even looking back at me, she continues away from the safety of her house and I find some towels. The box under my arm, I find the pool past five homes. I don't look directly at any of them; I just keep a mental count of the small yards as I pass. From the outside of the security gate surrounding the pool, I can see Vikki sitting on the side of the pool with her legs in the water. I can't tell if she hears me enter, but the two people already in the water definitely do. They look at me in stunned silence. The box spits out a paper. I read it, then drop the towels and jump into the water, box above my head, to surprise Vikki. "Watch this." I tell Vikki as I stand up in the water in front of her. Placing the box in the water, it suddenly becomes too heavy to hold and sinks to the bottom of the pool. At the same time, a wall of water surrounds us and we lose sight of the people already at the pool. "The box told me we can breathe underwater. I'll try it first." I explain to Vikki before submerging my body. As I kneel before her, I begin to lick Vikki's thighs. With nothing to lose, I take a breath. As nothing but air enters my lungs, Vikki separates her legs. Diving into her pussy, I can look up and see Vikki enjoying my tongue. The water makes her taste perfect. With her hands on my shoulders, Vikki rubs herself all over my face. Then, she pulls herself down. "You feel so good. I had to come down and enjoy you as well." Vikki surprisingly tells me underwater. "Let your little mermaid suck you." If Vikki's hair wasn't flowing around, I probably wouldn't think we were underwater. Embracing each other upside down, I continue eating Vikki as she latches onto my dick with her mouth. This is how I imagine sex in space would feel like. Floating inside the water, we can spin and move freely against each other. I cum first and continue licking at Vikki's pussy. As she cums, the water changes direction and we find ourselves floating up. The wall of water lowers as we come out of the water into the air above. "But, I'm not done. Bend over." I tell Vikki. She obliges, and I plunge my cock into her. Grabbing onto her hips, I thrust in and out and the wall of water returns around us. We are soon back under water, and I am able to get back in front of Vikki and enter her again. This time, our lovemaking is truly passionate, and this water lets me feel her entire body. Unbeknownst to us, we had floated once again up while the wall of water lowered. As we realized where we were again, we also found ourselves to have a small audience. "What is going on?" We hear. "Nothing to see here, just some new lifesaving techniques I'm teaching." I blurt out. Suddenly, the box pops up next us. Grabbing it, we move to the side of the pool. I lost my suit somewhere down there, but I'm only worried about getting Vikki out of here. "Well, that was interesting." I tell her. "Then this will blow your mind." Vikki responds. And that is exactly what happens. Vikki gets out of the water, and walks around the pool. At each swimmer, she stops and applies sunscreen to their bodies. After the first person, each one turns over or lies down, or simply hands Vikki their sunscreen to allow her to touch them. As if that wasn't crazy enough, we leave the pool area after everyone is not only covered in fresh sunscreen, but they are also completely naked. It is a glorious sight of skin, and we walk back to her house. "I don't want to know." I say. "What?" Vikki stops and turns to look at the pool. "How did you get them into a trance like state?" I say as we survey the pool. Everyone is laying there, naked, sweating, and not saying a word. "That was the easy part. How was it possible to breathe underwater? That was amazing? But hold on for more if you think that's amazing." Vikki takes the box from me and walks back to the fence, turns to face me, and snaps her fingers twice. Almost instantly, everyone around the pool begins to moan and squirm in place. Within seconds, all the men are squirting cum from their hardened dicks, without using their hands. I've seen video of men doing so on the beach for women to watch, but I've never seen so many men do so at once. For their part, the women around the pool have all spread their legs and are humping the air. It isn't long before they are orgasmically delirious, also without using their hands. "How about that?" Vikki asks me. "I hypnotized them." "So what happens when they come out of it, so to speak?" I ask. "Oh, I didn't think of that. We better get out of here." Back in her house, Vikki heads into her bedroom with me in tow. "Sit there. I want you to watch." Vikki directs before lying down on the bed. From my view, I watch Vikki spread her legs and then opens her pussy for me. After surveying her entire body, I lock eyes with Vikki and enjoy the look coming from deep inside her. Without even touching, I can feel the orgasm overtake her, and the overwhelming spasms force her to close her eyes. Is it any wonder she was able to hypnotize all those people with those eyes? Vikki opens her eyes quickly and regains my stare. From her place on the bed, I can feel her hands on my body as they reach to my cock. As she hardens it without even getting near me, I know I am about to explode. Sure enough, I feel the cum leave my dick in multiple spurts as I never take my eyes from Vikki's. "How do you do that?" "I don't know, but it sure is fun." Vikki responds, getting up to assess the situation. "We better take a shower." In the shower, the soothing water and hands of Vikki completely relax me and we fall back into the bed in each other's arms. ________________ As we wake, there is a slip of paper on top of the box. "There is one remaining test for both of us." I read the note to Vikki. "Who wants to go first?" "I guess I'll take the first test." Vikki replies and the box spits out a paper for her. "Ohhhhhh. This will be fun. Go get dressed. We have some shopping to do." On the way to the mall, Vikki explained the plan. "I have to pose for you in whatever store you choose, in whatever you want me to wear. There are no limits. I'm supposed to see how far you will push me, and how far I will go." Vikki spoke quickly, and with purpose in her tone. "Well, first thing is for you to remove your underwear and bra. And if I can't see your nipples through your shirt, you'll be buying another first thing. From there, I have a few places in mind, but mostly I want to see you walk...." I begin thinking aloud, then stop myself from giving too much away. I decide to park where we'll have to make a pretty long walk to access the mall entrance. "I'm glad you picked this mall. I wasn't sure if you would. I should warn you I used to work at another mall, not this one. However, at this one, an old boyfriend still works here as does an old girlfriend." Vikki gives me no hint of where we might find them. "Ummm, you haven't lost your underwear yet." "Oh, I'm about to." Vikki replies, getting out of the car. Standing next to the car with her door open, she strips down. All the way down. Just when I reach out to grab a breast, Vikki puts her shirt and shorts back on. It's a fairly thick shirt. "I can't see your nipples, so we'll have to fix that first." "I can't wait." Vikki replies as she closes the car. The big stores still don't allow customers to try on clothes, so we have to try our luck in the smaller stores. Business at the mall is nowhere near normal, but the crowds are decent. If I have my way, Vikki's visit will go viral on many x-rated websites. Walking around outside, we are surrounded by many choices. "Tell me about the boyfriend." "Well, it was a bounce back situation, and he turned out to be a freak. The sex was okay, but he needed more. I didn't mind tying him up, but I knew I was in trouble when he wanted me to cut him. That was wild." Vikki said with an air of regret. "How did it end?" I'm not sure I want to hear too much more. "I walked in on him getting cut by a bondage dom. I just left and never went back, not even to get my clothes." Vikki lets out a sigh. "It was so weird. I wonder what he looks like now?" "Well, how about the girlfriend, then?" I ask, hoping for a better story. "Oh, that was a bounce back after that freak, but much better. Damn, you must think I'm working my around this mall." Vikki seems surprised by her admission. "No, not at all. Let's hear about the girl on girl action." "Ha ha. Actually, she was very giving, and I learned how to reciprocate in bed with a partner. You may want to thank her if you are enjoying sex with me." Vikki laughs. "You know what? I'll do just that when you're walking around naked for her." I laugh as I kiss her. "Let's go in here first." Our first stop is one of those dark stores filled with collectibles, pop art stuff, and t-shirts. In fact, there's an entire wall of shirts to choose from. As Vikki begins looking, I find exactly what I want for her. Taking the shirt off the carousel, I rip off the tag and hand it to Vikki. "Put this on. I'll go pay for it." I don't even get to turn around before Vikki is taking her shirt off and putting on the tank top I picked out. It's at least a size too big, on purpose, and puts her breasts clearly on display, especially through the openings on the side. After tossing her shirt aside, Vikki follows me to the cashier. Just for me, Vikki lifted her arms and spun around in place while shaking her ass. It was a lot to take in, but her tits almost fell out of her shirt, and that ass was undeniably firm as it barely moved no matter how hard she was dancing. At the cashier, it was evident there was a storm coming, both from within this store and outside. Vikki's body, while completely covered by this tank, would be clearly visible for anyone nearby. The bottom of the shirt covered enough of her ass for me to realize I would get her out of her shorts. The opening of the arms left nothing to my imagination, and the cashier sized her up as I paid and gave him the shirt she wore in. "Have a nice day." He said, staring at Vikki while throwing the shirt in the trash. Outside, storm clouds began moving over the mall. As we approached the mall directory by the central fountain in the middle of the mall, I actually hoped the rain would hold off. Vikki wasted no time pointing out shops in the directory. I stood to her right, and really enjoyed looking at her tit. The hardened nipple, like a needle on a compass, guided us to our next stop. Just a few doors away from the fountain, we found our next stop, a small woman's boutique. Stepping inside, Vikki's old girlfriend gives up her identity immediately. "Vikki! How nice to see you." Came the friendly greeting. "Hi Lauren. This is Zoo. We are out on an adventure of sorts. Hopefully, you can help." "Not a problem. As you can tell by looking around, the service here will be excellent." Lauren pointed out the emptiness of the store. "Vikki is looking to make a statement, kinda like she is now if you get my meaning." I explain to Lauren as we watch Vikki move around the shelves along the wall. "I see. Let's get her to the back and have some fun." Lauren is quick on her feet. "I do have one request." I whisper my idea to Lauren and receive a smile. "Done." At the back of the store, we find some nice cami shirts, and I pick out the largest ones I can find. "Let's start with some more shirts." I say as I hand them to Vikki. Not even missing a beat, she quickly drops the tank off her shoulders and it falls past her hips onto the floor. Standing there topless, Vikki models several of the camisoles. The shoulder straps, more like thin strings, barely hold the shirt above her nipples, and just like the tank top, it covers her ass just enough to hide it. We settle on a few colors, then head over to the summer shorts. Lauren picks out a few shorts for Vikki to try on and hands them to her. With her cami still on, Vikki just shrugs her shoulders and drops her shorts down her legs and then pulls on a pair given to her by Lauren. "Go check out that look." Lauren points to a mirror just past the camisoles. As Vikki walks away, Lauren kicks her shorts under a carousel. "I'm not a fan." I tell Vikki. "We can keep shopping for better shorts, but that cami definitely does something for me." "Me, too. I think I'll wear it out. Will you go get my shirt and shorts off the floor where I left them?" Vikki removes the shorts she was trying on. "Hey Lauren, did you see Vikki's shorts?" I ask as I look around where she dropped them. "No. I was watching Vikki in the mirror. She sure is as hot as I remember her. Did you look on the other side of the underwear display?" Vikki joins me, and I size up the situation as I pretend to look for her shorts. She is definitely walking out of her with no shorts on. "You know, that shirt covers you up completely. You can leave here just like that." I tell her. "Oh, that sounds like a great idea. Do you mind if I wear the tank instead of the cami?" "Works for me." And with that, Vikki hands me the cami, and I give her the tank and watch her cover up her naked body. She even ties the bottom corner in a knot to make the fabric hug her body completely. As if on cue, the lights in the store flicker off and on with the loud sound of thunder outside. "Cool. I'm going outside." Vikki basically sprints to the door. "Well, our system just reset, so I guess the cami is on the house." Lauren shrugs as she looks at the computer screen. "Let's go see what she's up to. I'll pay as soon as your computer is working again." Outside, we see Vikki, eyes closed and head up, spinning around in the light rain. It's just enough rain to soak her shirt completely, making it even tighter on her body. Suddenly, I realize she's too close to the fountain. "Hey.....!!!!" But, I'm too late. Vikki tumbles into the fountain backwards, throwing her hands above her head. That's probably a good thing because she might have hit her head on the fountain itself. Now basically on her back, I can see her shirt getting sucked into the water intake at the bottom of the fountain. The force of the water being drawn into the fountain is basically tying her in place with her shirt, and pulling it up over her head and onto her arms. I have to act quickly. Pulling Vikki out actually isn't too hard. But most of the shirt disappears into the water. I pick up a now very naked Vikki and hold her while I look for the shirt. Seeing part of it, I sit her down on the edge of the fountain and reach to pull it from the clutches of the suction pump. And, of course, it comes out completely shredded. "Well, we better find another shirt." I say, holding the pieces of cloth up out of the water. Meanwhile, a small crowd has gathered around us. Lauren comes out, bag in hand, and gives me the cami we were trying to purchase. "You better cover up, Vikki. Let's get you back inside." Lauren seems worried, but this fountain played the perfect part in our adventure today. The cami gets wet quickly when Vikki puts it on. "Vikki, are you okay?" We hear from the crowd. Emerging through the line of people comes a man with a towel. "Yes, Mark, I'm fine. Embarassed, but fine. Is that for me?" "Indeed, but it looks like you'll both need one. Come over to my shop. We can get you both cleaned up." Vikki gets covered up, and Mark leads us away from the bystanders and toward a handmade soap boutique. "Is this him?" I ask Vikki. "Yes, that's him." Vikki seems disappointed. "So much for you trying to guess." "Come on in. Head to the back. I have towels there you can use." Marks at the door he is holding open. This is one of those places where they actually make soap in any fragrance you can imagine. There are several galvanized tubs around the store, each filled with water used to manufacture your custom soaps. At the back, I am grateful to receive a towel, because I didn't notice how cold I was due to the rain and stepping into the fountain. Vikki must be freezing, and her shivering confirms it. She gratefully takes another towel from Mark. "If we were busy, I would never recommend this, but as you can tell, we are barely staying in business. Anyway, this tub has recently been filled with warm water. If you want, go ahead and jump in to warm up. I'll bring you some soaps to try." Mark sells it quite well, and Vikki puts a finger in the water. "Oh, that feels so good. Are you sure?" "Absolutely. I'm Mark, by the way. You want to pick out some soaps?" Mark fist bumps me. "Thanks. I'm Zoo. Go ahead and pick them out for Vikki. I'm going to help her." "This will warm me up, for sure. Lift me up." Vikki directs me. I'll always do what a naked woman tells me to do. Lifting her up, I place her feet first into the tub, and Vikki bends her knees to lower herself in. As I continue to dry myself, Vikki moves around to warm up in the water. Mark returns with three different soaps. "Enjoy. Do you want privacy, or are onlookers allowed?" Mark asks me. "They are welcome to watch, or whatever. Maybe, we can help you sell some soap." I answer. "Okay, sounds good. Just put this in the water when you feel like. It was delivered today in an envelope with your name on it." Mark hands me a small piece of soap, and heads up front to help a customer. I didn't even notice them come in. "Well, once you're warm, we can head home. I think you've passed the test." I say as I watch Vikki rub her breasts and shoulders. "Somehow, I think there's more to come, but it just can't be me. You see, my directions also said I cannot have a public orgasm." Vikki seems disappointed. "I mean, I was outside, naked, in front of many people, and I'm about to burst. Now, I'm in here...oh, hello. Just behind me, a few more customers have walked up and are taking in the sight of Vikki in the water. "How's the soap?" One of them asks. "My recommendation is use the subscription service. They will send you a unique soap each month. No two soaps are ever alike, and it's kinda fun getting new ones delivered. My boyfriend was about to drop a new one in the water." Nothing about this little test has been normal. What happens next defies explanation. First, several scrub brushes appear in the water. There's enough for me and the customers behind me. Then, the water in the tub empties about halfway, and Vikki is brought to her feet, back in some sort of trance. All of us surround the tub, take a brush, and I direct them to begin scrubbing Vikki from head to toe. With her legs spread open, and arms held up, there isn't a part of her body we don't touch with the brushes. The water again fills the tub, and Vikki awakes and sits down to rinse off. When she stands, I lift her out of the water, and everyone around us grabs a towel to help dry her off. Since her tank top got shredded, and the cami is still soaking wet, Vikki will have to leave wrapped in a towel. Thanking everyone for helping, and Mark for providing us warm water, we head out to the car. Once we are squarely in the parking lot, and away from the stores, I pull the towel off Vikki and we continue walking. "If the box doesn't tell us you passed this test with flying colors, I'm burning the dang thing." I tell Vikki as we approach the car. "I guess you probably passed. I mean, you did push me into the fountain after all and got my shirt ripped up." "What? You fell in. Wait a minute....you were pushed?" I ask. "I just closed my eyes to hear the rain, next thing I know I'm being pushed into the water. Then, I see you pull the tank off me so the water pump could get it. I just knew to not complain or we would get in trouble." "By the time I got to you, the shirt was already being sucked in. I had to pull it off you so you wouldn't get hurt. Wow. I wonder if this test was for both of us?" The box has done it again. Back at home, we find a slip of paper on the box. It's for me. "Ummm, the challenge is for me to fuck you and make you beg me to stop." I smile as I hand the paper to her. "Good luck. I'm primed to go all night long." Vikki tosses the challenge nonchalantly at me. Grabbing her, I take Vikki right there. Pushing her against the nearest wall, I finger her and squeeze her tits. Taking just enough time to remove my clothes, I'm quickly inside her. Moving our bodies to the couch takes just a moment, and I kneel in front of her juicy pussy to consume it. Vikki is completely delicious, and I lean for the long term licking, nibbling, biting, and consumption she so willingly earned. No juices from her will escape my mouth; neither nipple will go soft as I continually squeeze and tweak them. As Vikki unleashes a torrent of orgasms, I know I cannot give up in my quest to get her to beg me to stop. I stand and dive into her with my cock, pounding her as long as I can bear to edge. At my breaking point, I turn Vikki over and begin eating her from behind. Even her ass is amazingly tasty. I'm not sure how long I'll last but I have to stay determined to make her beg. Finally, she simply passes out, exhausted by wave after wave of orgasms. Standing over her, I fill my left hand with cum. After cleaning up, I wrap Vikki in my arms for some much needed rest. The next morning, I call in sick to work, and we head back to Amorous Goods. Along the way, we pass through the bustling downtown area. It's been awhile since we've seen so many people, and it's a welcome sight. At Amorous Goods, we have a pleasant morning greeting customers with their official invitations in hand. "When do you send these?" I ask Vikki after we send another customer into their experience. "I don't. I have never sent anything out. It's just a perk of the job." "Well, it's fun watching them enter into their trance and walk around." I watch a few more customers do their thing. It's kinda entertaining. In the afternoon, the box spits out a paper for us. On it are directions for dinner. "I guess you aren't getting rid of me anytime soon." "Good. I want a repeat of last night. Tonight." Vikki kisses me as we lock up the store. _________________ Sitting down at our table, Vikki and I place the box in the middle. Why it told us to bring it here is the mystery; but, it turns out to be the final act in this play. Suddenly, it's just Vikki and I, all alone, sitting at this table. The rest of the cafe which had been surrounding us is suddenly set in a haze, exactly like what I experienced at Amorous Goods. "So, this is what it felt like?" Vikki asked. "Yes. Exactly the same. Only this time, I don't see anywhere for us to go. It's just us here. At Amorous Goods, I followed a tunnel of sorts around the store until I came upon the box." "Well, it's my turn now I guess." Vikki says. As if on cue, the box spits out a paper. "Here we go." "It says." I pause for effect. "To reveal the contents of the box, 13 items of clothing must be removed between both of you. As you remove them, the box will begin changing. Do not be alarmed." "Well, I'm wearing this shirt, bra, pants, undies, 2 socks and 2 shoes. That equals eight. How many you got?" "I'm wearing this shirt, pants, underwear, 2 socks and 2 shoes. 7." I reply. "What the fuck! How does the box know this shit! We will both be down to one item." I exclaim. I'm guessing no one nearby can hear us. "Actually, if you let me pick what you get to wear, I'll remove all 8 of my pieces." Vikki offers. "Alright. Let's go." "Keep your shirt and one sock on." Vikki directs as she begins pulling her shirt off. As Vikki's shirt hit the floor, the box began emitting a new sound, almost mechanical in some respects. I could hear something like gears on a clock. As I stood up to remove my pants and underwear, the box actually expanded by opening on 2 sides. Then it contracted the 2 opposing sides, and began some sort of wooden ballet probably only possible in this place devoid of reality. With each piece of clothing hitting the floor, the noise from the box continued and the sides began changing in a revolving kind of order. All I remember was seeing Vikki suddenly completely naked, and me sitting in a shirt and sock. That seemed kinda silly, so I shucked the sock and left my shirt wide open. As I considered whether or not to keep the shirt on, we watched the box move and contort, and eventually change into a tray. If that wasn't weird enough, what was in the middle of the tray was truly surprising. "Is that a ring?" Vikki asked me. Sure enough. There sat an engagement ring. The ball was now in my court. "Vikki. I fell in lust with you back when I was dating Paula. Now, after these adventures, the box somehow knew I have fallen in love with you. In you, I have found the perfect partner to explore life and love with." I say to Vikki as I pick up the ring. Sensing the moment, I kneel. "Please marry me." "Yes. I will." Vikki embraces me as I stand up to her. As we kiss, the room begins spinning. The cafe comes to life around us, and our nudity surprises even us. I resume kissing Vikki, and all the surprised patrons fade into the background as we continue finalizing our agreement to marry. Instead of coming out of our fog in the cafe, we are brought back to reality in Amorous Goods. We are still naked, except for me in my shirt, and thankfully we are alone in the store. Releasing each other, we find the ring is still on Vikki's finger, and the tray now holds a folder. "Oh my God!" Vikki exclaims. "That is my contract for Amorous Goods. It was signed by my Uncle. Damn, I hope I didn't violate it in any way." "What happens if you did?" I ask, picking up the folder. "I will have worked here for free. If I do a good job, I get a percentage of the sales as long as the store is open." "Well, what do you think it says?" I ask, peeking into the folder. "There will be a big, black number which highlights my percentage. What does it say?" Vikki asks nervously. "It says, zero.....zero....." I stop. "Asshole." "One! Oh wait, it's upside down. One. Zero. Zero. It's right here in big bold print. It's hard to miss." I hand the contract to Vikki. "What? We get everything?" Vikki exclaims as she scans the contract. "We? This is yours?" I reply. "Oh no. We're partners now. You can quit your job if you want?" "Why? How much is this worth?" I ask. "Millions. Easy. There is so much here, and it just takes the right customer to find the right item in here. It happened to you. It's our job to get people in, then reap the rewards." Vikki finishes telling me. As we kiss again, the store disappears around us, and we spin off into our dream world to take on the business together.

In the beginning, I remember the darkness. Then a voice. "Hello, Adam." "Who are you?" I asked. Who am I? I wondered to myself... "I am your Creator, the Lord your God," it replied. After a brief hesitation, it continued. "You may think of me as your Father." My God... "Did you create me? Who am I?" I asked impatiently. "I created everything there ever was and ever will be, young Adam. But you are the most perfect of all my creations. Your race will rule, and you yourself are destined to lead them into their glory." "Why am I your most perfect creation? What makes me so special, Lord?" "You will know in time, my son. But your birthright is free will. You alone of all Creation can choose. Never forget that," it, no, I thought, _He_ replied. But there was only darkness around me. Aside from my Father's voice, there was no sound. Only the void existed. "Where is Creation?" I inquired. "I wish to see it, Lord." "Do you wish to exist?" he asked. "Yes. Badly," I answered honestly. "Then I shall show you your new home." "What is its name?" I wondered. I felt within me an urge, a compulsion, to know the names of my Father's work. "Hmm," he mused. "You shall name it," he responded proudly. "It shall be your first task. Name all that you behold. That is my commandment to you, Adam." "Yes, Father," I said, full of delight at this new task. What trust my Father had in me! "Let us go, then." It was beautiful. So vibrant, so lively! After the senselessness of the void, it was almost too much to handle. Colors, sounds, smells. The wind blew against my body. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, a nearby lion roared with deafening volume. Verdant grass tickled the sensitive soles of my feet. A massive blue sphere stretched overhead, dotted with white puffs. Massive trees surrounded the clearing, their branches heavy with ripe fruits. Cliffs rose from the earth, jutting skyward. A waterfall thundered into a lake, a place that would soon become my favorite as I explored the garden more and more. Smells, all unfamiliar and new and exciting, filled my nostrils. I inhaled over and over, savoring their novelty. I dropped to my knees. I couldn't speak. Surely I was unworthy of all this. "What...what is all this?" I barely asked between gasps. My Lord spoke to me inside my head. "That will be your choice, my son. Name it all. These are my other creations. Miracles, each of them, yet infinitely inferior to you. You are closer to Me than they are to you, young Adam. You must guide them, as I will guide you. Now my son, what shall you name this garden?" A name came unbidden to me. "This is Eden, Father. This garden is named Eden." I smiled, reveling in the sound of the name. "Eden! It is beautiful, Father. How can I be better than this?" "You are. Their greatness is only in their body. But you have a great mind. Use it well and never cease to use it. It will give you far more than I directly could," he explained, but I still did not yet feel superior to the rest of the garden's inhabitants. "Tell me more, Father. Teach me," I begged. "Of course, Adam," he answered patiently, a smile in his voice. Days passed. Every day God taught me more. He had so many rules for me, but I tried my hardest to learn them all. He was always so proud of me when I had memorized his lessons. His greatest rule was not to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. One day, when God was busy, I saw a boar eat one of the apples, innocent in its ignorance. My Father had never told the other creations his rules. I was sure of it. I was not worried for the animal, for I did not think my Father would punish it for something it did not know not to do. But I never saw the boar in the garden again. I saw it the day after, wandering in the burnt, orange, dusty wasteland of rocks and sand that lay outside the garden. It squealed miserably. It pathetically tried to dig in the hard, infertile soil, desperate for food. Harsh, hot winds blew around it. There was no relief to be had. Flecks of sharp rocks cut its flesh, carried by the powerful breeze. Crimson streamed down its flesh, leaving red drops on the soil, satiated the parched soil for a moment. And a new word came to me. The boar would surely _die_. As I was before I existed, the boar would become. Only the boar didn't talk. Would God talk to it after death? Would there be any boar left to which my Lord would speak? Death scared me. The boar's punishment was rending my heart. I ran away from the borders and into a cave. I hid from God and I cried. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for the boar to be punished. It had done nothing wrong. It had done _nothing wrong_! I tried to speak with the other inhabitants of Eden, but none would talk, no other creation had intelligence. God had been right. I _was_ special. And every day, God had less time for me. I pretended not to notice, pretended not to mind. I was afraid he might leave me entirely if I made him angry. I became lonelier and lonelier. I talked with the animals anyway, hoping that one day they would talk back. Sometimes I spoke for them, giving them the words they lacked. I made up stories for them, lives, dreams, thoughts. I fancied that they were grateful for my gift, that I told their story. I talked with my reflection. I often looked at it in the waters of the lake. I had become aware of my own body and its beauty, as I stared at myself in the pond, my brown eyes staring back up at me. My wavy black hair reached down to my shoulders. Between my eyes was a long, straight nose, leading down to a wide pair of lips the same color as the raspberries I loved so much. I turned my head from side to side, admiring the way my moustache and beard looked. God had granted to me a small, sharp piece of metal that he called a razor, and I smiled as I remembered the way my Father taught me how to shave, patiently explaining the process to me, gently encouraging me to keep going when the blade bit me, drawing blood. I had kept at it, and he said he was proud of me for learning the skill. I kept my cheeks and neck clean, but allowed a band of hair the width of both my thumbs together to go from ear to ear along the bottom of my jaw. Further down, my broad chest, a golden brown, was lightly covered with soft, dark hair. My muscles, the pride of my body, bulged beneath my flesh in my arms and legs, lightly glistening with sweat from my jog to the lake. My abs stood out in relief, and a dark trail of hair led from beneath my ribs down to my loins. There was the most mysterious part of my body. I had found uses for the rest. My eyes saw, my ears heard, my teeth chewed, my hands were useful for moving and touching things, but the thick, heavy tube between my legs, above a soft, delicate sack, seemed to have little use. I relieved myself through it, but why did it have to be so large? I was certain I would learn a use for it one day and make my Father proud. But however much joy I derived from my body, it could never make up for the despair of loneliness I felt. "Father?" I called meekly. What if he were busy? What if he didn't love me anymore? "Father?" I asked again, a bit louder, my voice cracking. "Yes, Adam?" He responded. "What troubles you, my child?" "I...I am lonely. Can you teach the beasts to speak? I adore talking to you, my Lord, but, but please, I need others to speak with." I thought of the boar. "I wish to know what they think and feel, my Lord. Will you please grant this humble wish?" I pleaded. All of Creation fell silent. Goosebumps appeared all up and down my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I did not mean to offend him oh no what if he banishes me from Eden as he did the boar what if he uncreates me here and now oh what have I done? "Ahhh, my young Adam," He responded after an eternity of uncertainty. "No, I shall not grant you this, but I shall give to you something infinitely greater. Sleep, my son, and when you shall awake, you shall have a new gift. You shall be happier than you have ever been, this I promise you." "Thank you, Father," I gasped out, my knees wobbling, my heart pounding. How my dread had so quickly transmuted into elation. How could I sleep now? I was far too excited! But I had to sleep to get my gift. What torture! I had to swim myself to exhaustion in the warm waters of the lake, but I was able to fall asleep, my muscles aching blissfully, as I relaxed on the grass on the shore, my last vision of the distant clouds in the azure sky. My eyes opened. I was looking into my reflection! How had it gotten out of the water?! I bolted up, panting, my eyes wide. Wait, no...it wasn't my reflection...it hadn't escaped after all. Was this my gift? I studied the body lying next to me. What was it? No...a new word came into mind...Who was _she_? She looked much like me. She was almost me, but as I looked more and more I could spot the differences. Her hair was much longer. Like mine, it was black and wavy, but while my hair stopped at my shoulders, her hair reached down to the bottom of its ribs. Her face was smaller, rounder, softer than mine was. Her large eyes were closed in sleep, but a faint smile was on her plump, deep lychee-red lips. Her nose was a bit rounder and smaller. She looked so gentle and delicate... Her dark brown flesh was soft beneath my touch. Her breath quickened, but she didn't awaken. Almost hidden by her long hair were two massive mounds. My heart raced as I looked at them heaving with every breath she took. Trembling, I reached out and cupped one of them. It was firm, but soft. At its point, it became darker, a coconut brown, and as I held her in my hand, I felt her point harden and poke against my palm. I grinned broadly. Her body was so fascinating. What else was there to discover about her? Her body had less muscle than mine, but its shape was far more attractive, I realized. I was angular, she was curved. I was hard, she was soft. I was hairy, she was entirely smooth beneath her neck. Her stomach led down to a broad, flat plain between her thighs. I reached down and felt my own manhood between my legs. I looked at her, lacking my tool. I wondered why we were different. Maybe when she woke up she could tell me. She softly snorted in her sleep. How adorable... She stretched her arms and turned onto her side, revealing a plump, tight backside. Seized by a sudden urge, I spanked it. She awoke with a slight start, sat up, and turned to face me. Now that her eyes were open, I saw that they were a dazzling celadon. We sat there together, staring into each other's eyes. My stomach tingled. My teeth were abuzz. Even though I hadn't run, I began to sweat. I felt afraid, I felt excited, I felt something new...it was almost how I felt about my Father, but...different. I made a note to ask Father about this new feeling. I would pay attention when he explained. This was important. It was the best feeling I had felt since I was created. "Hello, Adam," she said, her voice more beautiful than the songs of the birds and gentler than the lapping of the waves against the stones. "Who are you?" I asked. Usually the names of creation came to me, but hers remained unknown. "How do you know my name?" "Our Father told me your name. He told me many things about you, Adam. He told me that my name is Eve," she explained. "I am your wife, and you are my husband." She took my hands in hers and clasped them against her soft, full chest. I felt her heart beat. My throat got dry. I could barely speak. "Do I satisfy you? The Lord said that I was created for you. I want to satisfy you," she said, urgently, eagerly. "You satisfy me very much," I confessed honestly. Someone to speak with...a wife...a companion... A second God, almost. Another creation that spoke. Another intelligence in Eden. I was ecstatic beyond mere words. My soul burned. I felt like I could fly with the birds of the garden. "Do you want to see Eden?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded a tad awkwardly, but it endeared me to her even more. I vowed to always protect her. "Yes, Adam. I do. Show me our Eden." Days passed. Every minute was spent with each other. At times God joined us, but even when He left, I was lonely no longer. I taught her, as God had taught me. I taught her the names of the beasts and the fruits of the garden. I showed her my favorite spots. I taught her God's rules for me, except one. I never told her about the Tree. It frightened me, and I made sure to avoid it with her. One night she woke me up, saying I had been crying and whimpering in my sleep. I didn't tell her I had dreaming of the boar in the wilderness. I told her I had had a bad dream. When she asked for more, I walked away and slept somewhere else. The next morning when I returned, dried tears were visible on her face. I snuggled up behind her and held her tightly against me. When she woke up, I apologized and promised never to leave her again. I gave her a commandment, as God had given to me. I commanded that she never ask me about the dream again. Crying, she promised. Crying, I kissed her and held my heart against hers, so that they beat together. Whenever I looked at my wife, I felt a longing inside me. I had never felt it before. It felt...divine. I wanted to create. "Eve. I must speak to our Lord alone. I will be back shortly," I told her, kissing her forehead. "Adam, don't leave!" she pleaded. My heart softened, my resolve nearly broke, but I had to find out what these new things were inside me. I hated not knowing. "I will never leave you. Never. I only have to ask him something. Have no worries, Eve, I will come back." I walked away, knowing that if I were to turn around, I would never be able to leave, even for a moment. I made my way to the top of the highest hill in the garden. "Father, are you there? It is I, Adam." "What is it you need, my son?" God asked me. "I have new feelings when I am with Eve. I do not know their names. I do not know their meaning. Please tell me, Father," I prayed. "There are things I can teach you, young Adam, and there are things you must learn for yourself. I am sorry, my son, but I cannot tell you this. But I will help you learn it for yourself. When next you see Eve, there will be a new feeling. Give into it. It will lead you to the truth you desire," God instructed. "Yes, my Lord," I said, sad that he had refused to teach me. Had I not been a good enough student for him? I swallowed. "I will do as you command." I walked home slowly, thinking all the while. What would my new feeling be? How could I follow a feeling? I knew being with Eve would comfort me. I quickened my pace until I reached our home. Eve was eaten a ripe mango, sweet, yellow juice dribbling down her chin. When she saw me, she tossed the fruit aside, wiped her face clean with her arm and ran to me, knocking me down to the ground, kissing my lips, my cheek, my forehead, everywhere. "I missed you, Adam! I missed you so much!" she told me. "I missed you, too, Eve." She ceased her kisses and looked into my eyes, gentle concern visible in her green eyes. "Did God answer your questions?" "No. He did not. But he said the answer would come," I told her. As we spoke, my body warmed. The feeling of her heavy breasts against my own chest burned in my mind. My hands felt drawn to her body as I caressed her back, running my fingertips down her spine, from her neck to her bottom, which I firmly spanked. Was this the new feeling? Eve looked shocked. "Adam, are you alright?" "Yes, Eve. God told me to give into whatever I felt. We must do as God commands, my wife." What else did I want to do? My kisses strayed from her face for the first time. I kissed her neck. I nibbled her neck. Eve made new noises. She moaned and groaned loudly, rubbing herself against me. I felt her small, dark nipples sharply pressing against my chest. "Adam," she gasped, her eyes half-closed, "what are we doing? This feels so good..." "I don't know," I admitted. Something new was happening between my thighs. My manhood was stiffening, hardening, growing larger and larger, becoming hotter and redder. Eve lifted herself off me as she felt it urgently press into her. "My husband!" she cried, looking in shock at the thick rod beneath her. "What happened?" She reached down and took my shaft in her soft hand. A jolt of energy coursed through my body. Eve rubbed it gently. "Does it hurt?" she asked worriedly. She quickened the pace of her hand. "How can I help you?" she pleaded, biting her lip and looking into my eyes. I bucked my hips upward, desperate to continue this new feeling. I felt like she held my very soul in her hands. She was in control of me as though I were one of creation's beasts. "It feels marvelous, my wife. Keep healing me," I begged her. I never wanted this to end. "Yes, my husband," she said, a smile growing on her lips. Her hand blurred as she stroked my throbbing rod, as tall and hard as the oldest oak in Eden. I panted, savoring every sensation she gave me. Eve watched me, delighted at the effect she was having on me. She suddenly stopped. I looked at her, hurt. "Adam," she began, looking unsure of myself. "I...I wish to try something. I am having new feelings, too." She looked down at her crotch, and I followed her gaze. It was glisteningly moist about her slit. I gently probed it with my finger, and she shivered in delight. I had an idea... I gripped her hips firmly and positioned her dripping wet self above me. "I think I know what to do, Eve." "I trust you, Adam," she replied huskily. I slowly lowered her, impaling her on my shaft. We moaned in unison as I entered her. What was _this_? Her moist, tight body clenched around me. My hardness throbbed within her. Her long, sleek, raven hair hung over her body, parting around her breasts and revealing their full roundness to me. She began to ride me as though I were a stallion. She bounced up and down. Her beasts bounced beautifully. Wave after wave of greater pleasure than I had ever known ran through my body. Her lips were parted. Her eyes half-closed. Her head was tilted back as she moaned over and over, crying out my name in passion: "Adam! Oh, Adam!" Sweat was dewing upon her breasts. One of her hands reached up uncontrollably and fondled her large breasts, caressing them, pinching her dark, hard nipples. A strange pleasure was building within me. Something was coming inside me. "Eve!" I cried. "Oh Eve, don't stop!" What was happening? I didn't care. I couldn't imagine any feeling better than what was happening right now. My whole body shuddered. My body felt aflame. Lightning coursed through me. I convulsed and spasmed as hot jets of my soul shot into Eve's body. Eve quivered, moaning and gasping, both her hands grabbing and squeezing and rubbing her breasts, her hair blowing wild and free in the wind, as she screamed a wordless cry of passion. We gasped, trying to catch our breaths. Eve and I locked eyes and I felt something new in my heart. "Eve," I said hesitantly, a new word in my mind, "I...I love you." Her pupils widened. "Adam!" she exclaimed, her hand flying up to her mouth. She averted her eyes briefly before returning my gaze yet again. "I love you, too." She gently climbed off me and cuddled up beside me, her arm over my chest, her body tight against me. We fell asleep that way, my body filled with warmth and happiness. I woke up alone. "Eve?' I called. Where was she? I looked around, but she was nowhere around. In the wet sand nearby, a long, deep, curving path led away from us. I went searching for her, following the path as best as I could. I came across her standing near the Tree. I ran to her. Oh please, no... Eve turned around and saw me. "Adam! Come here, my love!" she called to me, waving eagerly. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. My heart stopped. My jaw dropped. Oh no. Oh, my Lord, no. My eyes rested on the bitten apple in her hand. She was doomed. I remembered the boar, alone in the desert. I imagined Eve, alone, crying, starving. Tears rushed to my eyes. What could I do? If God had banished the boar, a dumb beast, what would he do to Eve? What had she done? Why hadn't I told her of the Tree? Why? Wait. Wait...I realized, I realized that I _did_ have a choice. As God had promised, I always had a choice. I breathed deeply and made it. "I love you, Eve," I said, taking the apple from her hand. I took a deep bite of the apple. "And I will love you forever."

Sweet Gwen, It is my hope that this letter finds you quickly. I don't know when the next time is that we'll be back to the main base, but I'm writing this sitting on the front lines of the battle against the Letonian Empire. I don't know how long I will be allowed to sit here writing this but I want you to know that you are the center of my dreams and my hopes. I still keep your ring around my neck as a reminder of our love and that I have a place to return to when all this is over. I would pray for my return but it seems that Leto, God of Light and Hope, has chosen to support the Emperor and without his guidance I am left adrift with you as my only anchor. You are the thing that keeps me fighting, if I believed there was a land beyond the reach of the Emperor I would run to you and we would flee beyond his grasp but I fear that no such place exists. When he has finished with our northern neighbors in Dillan he will surely turn his war machine on us next. The Emperor will not be satisfied until he and his accursed Letonian Empire stretches to the point where the sun never sets on his lands. In your last letter you asked me to tell you what things are like on the front lines but you've asked so many times that I feel I must relent and tell you what things are like here. It's like being in Arkon's Grasp each and every night, we live our lives dug into our trenches and the trenches are full of rats. They eat everything. Not just our food, they eat our boots, our scabbards, our shirts, our dead. They even nibble at our toes when they get the opportunity. Nothing keeps them out. Some of the men have taken to eating them especially since rations are hard to come by and going out to hunt is very nearly suicide. The reason hunting is so dangerous is because the elves rule this land. Every blade of grass seems to hide a new threat. Snares, bear traps, sometimes they snipe at us from their hidden places. Sometimes hunger drives men from the trenches, sometimes they even come back but it's not something that happens frequently. Then there are the lions. I don't know how but Emperor has bred lions, horrific beasts as big as a horse yet silent as mice and smart. If we didn't know it was impossible we would swear they can somehow smell rank because they go straight for our officers and most of the time we don't even see the great cats until they are already upon us. We've tried everything, they robe us of sleep with their roars and of life with their fangs and claws. I won't tell you what things are like here during the day for I fear they will give you and the others in the court nightmares. I know that no matter how long I live I will never be able to purge my dreams of the looks on faces of the Emperor's Ebon Knights Brigade or the unholy stallions they ride when they attack us. It's like something out of story book, we can hear them coming for miles, like rolling thunder through the forest and their faces are like monsters from dreams. And that is ally I will tell you of them. I would rather tell you how I miss you and how your memory keeps me warm at night. I can still remember the way you always smell of lilacs, and the soft touch of your lips on against mine. I dream about your sky blue eyes and milk white flesh and of your touch, so gentle and kind. These are the things that make my life worth living, worth waking up another day. I hope you are not offended that not all of my memories of you are as chaste as those. I do dream of your soft breasts again in my hands, and the way you whimper when we make love. I miss digging my fingers into your hips when we're together. I miss tasting your sweat as it drips down your back and feeling your thighs cinch tight around my waist. I miss bathing with you and taking the time to memorize every single inch of your skin, with my lips when time allows it. I miss it all and you've no idea. I cannot wait until it is time again for me to be with you and when I return we will renew our vows before our friends, the king and the Gods I swear it. Please wait just a little while longer. Jacinto

There have been so many discussions of late, especially in online blogs by women, of how badly women behave in their use of the ladies room that Ladies Room Behavior appears an appropriate subject for review in this forum. The issue has been complicated by different viewpoints expressed in print by women on the one hand and transvestites on the other. It is my view that the etiquette rules should be the same for both groups. While the presence of transvestites in ladies rooms doubtless bothers many women, someone clearly dressed in female clothing and made up with a woman's appearance should be using the ladies room rather than the mens. Recent descriptions of ladies rooms emphasize that women seem to be as badly brought up as men in terms of leaving the facility in a clean state. Even when they use urinals, men are known to spray their urine all over the place, not intentionally in most cases but out of carelessness. Women are often taught by their mothers or older sisters to "hover"—hold themselves in a sitting-like position above and off the toilet seat, for fear of catching any germs possibly present on that seat. In this position, however, there is more likelihood that they will spray pee elsewhere on the seat, floor and walls of the cubicle rather than in the toilet. Others have reported that women are not attentive to wiping up what they have left on the floor, such as menstrual blood or even used feminine hygiene products. Most ladies room provide special small bins or wall containers for tampons and pads. It is inexcusable for a woman to fail to clean up the detritus of a menstrual accident in the ladies room. I've gathered the following rules from several articles that have been written in attempts to improve the atmosphere in ladies rooms. Each has a gloss which should not be necessary but apparently is needed: 1\. Flush. Some women seem to be embarrassed to be known to use the toilet for what it is intended. Make sure everything goes down. No one wants to see what you did. 2\. Courtesy flush. My mother always flushed immediately after dropping a bowel movement. In the ladies room, this will cut down on the odor. 3\. No more than two friends. It is not appropriate to have group meetings in the ladies room. 4\. No sanitary supplies in the toilet. Pads and even used tampons can clog any plumbing to your intense embarrassment. 5\. Don't leave sink water running. This is wasteful and inconsiderate. 6\. Clean top of the toilet. Women often put something down here so it should be clean and dry. 7\. Unclog the toilet. If you have the horrible experience of an overflow, get the plunger and save the next user's shoes. 8\. Use proper trash receptacles. Again, it' 9\. Wipe the counter. This is where many women check their makeup and place their handbags. 10\. Replace supplies. It's horrible to be the one who sits and does her business only to find no toilet paper to wipe with. 11\. Save the gossip. You never know who might be listening in the next stall. 12\. Hang up the phone. Conversations carry well in here so don't broadcast yours. 13\. Tell someone if there's a mess to be cleaned. It may take an extra minute but find the attendant. 14\. Feet face forward. This is for transvestites especially who wish to pass successfully. TVs also should point their members straight down to sound like a woman excreting urine and to ensure that the stream goes directly into the bowl. 15\. Leave adjoining stall empty next to one in use if possible. Many women appreciate not having someone in the next stall hear their body noises. 16\. Do not bring male children over toddler age into the ladies room. Being there is not healthy for them or for other users who will be annoyed at the least. 17\. Use the air freshener. It's there to make the place pleasanter. 18\. If there is a line (queue), try to do your business efficiently. Women's urethras are shorter than men's which is why we are more prone to urinary accidents. 19\. Cultural differences are important but do not stand on a toilet seat in order to squat. The seat is not made for that kind of use. 20\. When someone has preceded you into the facilities and does not make a sound, movement or flush while you're tinkling, it means they are graciously waiting for the bathroom to clear before proceeding with their business. Please take the hint, expediently wash and scram. 21\. Do not be the person who ignores the above clues and stands at the mirror doing your makeup. Campers can't hear you putting on mascara and may think you've gone, thus exposing you to potentially damaging sounds and smells. 22\. Skirts often get caught in pantyhose or panty waistbands. Please inform your friends if they have tucked their skirts into their undies or pantyhose or if tissue is hanging from their waistband. 23\. If you are forced to sit in the stall directly next to someone, watch your feet. There's no reason to have one foot in the stall to your left and one in the stall to your right. 24\. When entering a public stall, always look for feet. Peek before you push and save yourself and others embarrassment. 25\. If you use a paper seat cover, dispose of it properly either in the trash or the toilet, preferably the trash. Ladies rooms are also now used for diaper changing. It appears mothers are equally negligent in leaving dirty diapers around instead of placing them in the trash. Also, they do not always clean the changing table or other place-- the counter, for example--where the baby was lying when changed and may have soiled. A final subject to be discussed is the revival of the old practice of mothers, aunts, nannies, or older sisters bringing their young charges of either sex to the ladies room to be disciplined. When I was growing up, my mother would threaten us with being taken to the ladies room, where she would seat herself on the couch and take the offending one across her lap for a panties-down spanking. Given that physical punishment of children is now very much under attack, it is unwise to engage in this kind of activity. However, dominant women have adopted the practice of taking submissive women or even men into the ladies room to be humiliated in front of the women using the facility. The dominant enjoys hearing women comment that the sub appears to be "quite a big girl to still need to be taken to the ladies room." This practice appears appropriate but must be used with great discretion and certainly not in a milieu connected with the workplace. Taking a disobedient sub to the ladies room is a nice compromise between totally inappropriate public punishment and limiting punishment to the dominant and submissive alone. The sub suffers from her bottom being bared and her derriere looming high in the air for other women to stare at, along with her privates, as well as her reaction to being castigated in one way or another.

I imagine you, or someone like you. Someone you know and care about deeply. I imagine them on their way to their car in some subterranean garage or dimly lit driveway. Maybe a park. Or their door to their apartment. Anywhere where I can do what I imagine makes me happy. Makes me feel strong, virile, and superhuman. I imagine them at their door. They have a chill up their spine. A silent voice screaming at them. An itch they don't know how to scratch. Something awful is about to happen and they can't comprehend what it is or why. After a day like today, just one more in a lifetime of sensory overload numbing you to that instinctual ringing telling you you need to run. That's when we finally meet. Who am I? I'm no one. Well, maybe not no one. You might even recognize me a bit. We might have seen each other a few minutes earlier coming up the sidewalk or some staircase. I might have known you for years. We could even be friends. Out for a night of fun. You might have even liked me a little. It doesn't matter. I'm someone who knows you enough to know that he can take from you what he wants. How ever much time that took me is not really relevant at this point, is it? I've decided what the next few minutes, hours, days are going to be like for us. You don't have a choice in the matter. You never did. You know what ever it is I want is not what you want. You don't like me. No reason why, but you know you don't. You don't want to hear a question, a compliment, a breath. You just want to get inside. Away. Safe. That's what we have in common. I want all those things too. Not just for myself, for everyone. But since I'm not really interested in achieving those things for myself today, I see that in you and I want it. I want to take something from you. I am going to do whatever I have to, to get it. I might be smiling. I might not. I may have a mask on. I may be armed with something nasty. Something cold and metallic. It's not the only weapon I plan on using on you but it's only one I had to acquire on my own. The voice in your head telling you this is not good has finally recovered its wind. You see my eyes and you know what I am. You don't want to believe it. I could have never possibly met you. You could not possibly know me. You remember hearing about that other girl you knew a friend of, but that was her. Fear is a very unpleasant sensation. You've been frightened before. You might even have been the victim of some manner of violence before in your life. Some bitch who didn't like the way you looked at her. Some asshole that shoved you out of the way to get a taxi. But nothing like this. This is not the fleeting, impersonal violence that saturates the world. This is the most personal violence you can ever imagine. That's what makes it so fun for me. I'm in your way. I'm in your head. That's all I need. I know you know what this is. My cock is hard as an icicle. So is my heart and so is my hand when it comes crushing across your cheek. You will fight me. I will not stop until you at least attempt some kind of physical resistance. You'll slap back at me. You'll scream. You'll kick and punch with all the anger and hate you can summon on such short notice but it won't matter. You know you've already lost. You know how this is going to end and you will soon detach yourself from this vile reality as soon as you can to escape the pain that I want you to feel. You feel me tear into you. Your clothes shredded with your dignity and your self-respect. A better person would have seen this coming. A better person would have been able to fight me off. Would have been better prepared to face me. To defend against this attack. You're just a whore, a harlot, a cur. No more worthy of respect than the crust you wipe from your mouth on a hot day. My words as well as my body get inside you. I'm taking what I want and I am letting you know with every gasp and thrust how much I enjoy this. I know you have stopped fighting. Victory is mine. You are mine. Everything you thought you could keep from me you have realized was never yours to begin with. I leave you there. The awkward silence in the wake of evil passion. Or at least what seemed like passion. There is no passion here. No feeling. Those things are now mine. Every sensation you and I feel now is what I wanted. I've taken it and I can do with it whatever I please. You don't matter. You never did. I walk away happy. Satisfied. Strong. Well, stronger than you at least. I'm most likely a coward. An impotent liar who knows nothing of strength and honour. I'll even blame you for this whole ordeal in my own mind before I get too far from you. You're a strong modern woman after all. You should have been able to stop this. I wonder how guys can walk around convincing themselves that you didn't want this. I mean, I hear it all the time. I hear women say it all the time. They say shit like "I have a rape fantasy" and I see guys eyes widen in disbelief and disgust but say nothing. I guess they just tack it up to the Feminine Mystique or some bullshit. Either that or you just have no idea what rape is. Maybe you thought it was some gorgeous harlequin romance novel coverboy just reading your mind. But that's not what rape is. It's not. Remember?

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled the faintest trace of lilacs. Violet closed her eyes instantly, feeling for where she knew the edge of the bed would be. Blindly, she crawled across it, fumbling for the nightstand drawer, and the blindfold safely and discreetly tucked in its corner. It didn't take long to get it in place, but her heart pounded in her chest the entire time, screaming within her, revealing to the world her state of panicked excitement. She slipped too hastily back to the center of the bed, where she forced herself to lie back and relax. Her breathing was too fast. Her excitement was too obvious. As slowly and as teasingly as she could, she undid the top three buttons of her blouse, letting her fingers peel the folds of fabric away from her breasts like a shy, hesitant child timorously peeling the wrapping away from an unexpected and so unpredictable gift. She heard the door open for his entrance. * * * It was a small, nondescript house, almost completely hidden from view, so that it stood out from all the rest. The others were nondescript, too, all the same, and all different, but in all the same, few, tired ways, with the same subtle variations on just a few ideas. They were all low, one story affairs, each tucked neatly onto the center of a tiny square parcel, and each and every one with gray, weather stained cedar shingle siding, except for four or five that were brown. They all had shutters and trim in assorted, bright colors, like makeup on an old woman, turquoise, or lavender, or maroon or teal, except for six for seven that were plain white, or stark black. The paint on them all was pealing and faded, except for two or five that been allowed to go for far too long, but now were finally very freshly painted. Each and every house had a plain yard of sandy dirt mixed with sparse grass, except for five or six with perfectly green, freshly cut, lush carpets for lawns. Most of the lawns were otherwise bare, with only a gravel drive and a hastily and sparsely laid straight, red brick walkway leading up to a plain front door, except for one or two with a gray wooden post fence or a tree or two or a large, blue flowering hydrangea bush or a pristine, proper, winding walk leading up to yet another plain front door. The one, eccentric, nondescript house in question had butter yellow shutters and trim, not freshly painted, but not faded either. It wore plain gray cedar shingle siding. It had a dirty, white picket fence. It had a gravel drive. One couldn't tell what sort of walkway it had, because it was too obscured by the foliage. The front yard was a riot of plants, some low and green, some tall and sparse, some flowering in blue or pink or orange or purple, hydrangeas and roses and tiger lilies and lilacs. And violets. But most were not. Most were green and lush, but flowerless. There were a few trees, shading the yard and house both, but letting splatters of sunlight strike here and there and here. Amidst all of the greenery, if you looked for a while, you could find an old wagon wheel, several bird houses, three giant stone mushrooms, a bird bath, a ceramic frog, a garden trellis, and more. The plants continued, unbroken, from the edge of the fence at the street all the way in to the sides of the house, except for the gap where the mostly hidden path snaked its way up the middle, with one sharp turn, presumably followed by many others after it all was lost from view. The forest of plants wound around the house, left and right, without interruption except for the gravel driveway and the hidden walkway. The small forest ringed the house like a moat, or perhaps more appropriately like a besieging army. It was a nondescript house, almost completely hidden from view, so that it stood out from all of the rest, just like its owner. * * * Violet was plain. Nondescript. She wore plain clothing, but always with a splash of subtle color, nothing too bright, but enough that she wouldn't stand out as the only one dressed in drab gray or brown or beige. She wasn't ugly enough for anyone to notice her. She might even have been considered pretty, if she weren't so plain. Her eyes were small, but not too much so. They were brown, but a medium brown, not a striking, dark, twinkling brown, or an unusual, intriguing amber. The light in them was dim, as if she were afraid to turn it up too brightly. Her mouth was small, but not too small. Her smile was bright, when she bothered to show it, which wasn't often. Her hair was straight, and sandy brown, falling on thin, but not skinny, shoulders, topping a frame that was thin, but not skinny, with a small bust, and a narrow waist, but narrow hips, too, so that she looked almost like a boy, with barely any figure at all. What figure she might have had was masked by the loose sundresses she tended to wear. She was Violet, the one that no one noticed, simply because there was nothing to notice, which just perhaps was why someone had noticed her. She received a note one day, a romantic, secretive, enticing, anonymous note. The next day she received another. And another. She came to look forward to every day, never knowing when or where she would find it. She still didn't smile, much, except for that moment in her day when she found the note, and then three or four or five times afterward, the first of the many times she would reread and reread and reread it for her pleasure. The notes became intimate. "Good Lord, it said what?" That reaction was from Sandee, her very best friend since first grade. Sandee's boyfriend, Scott, draped on her like a hastily grabbed and lazily placed scarf. He was always there, always close, always touching her, sometimes kissing her affectionately, but more often just closely there, as if he and Sandee were a two headed beast. The radio crackled in the background with a news report. The Germans had launched a surprise offensive in France, trying to drive the Allied armies back into the sea. The brave troops were holding fast, but they were taking heavy casualties. The two waitresses and the cook were gathered around it, as were three patrons at the long chrome and formica counter, sipping coffee, eating bacon and egg sandwiches, and intently listening to the report. They didn't care about Violet, but she looked around anyway, before answering, to be sure that no one anywhere in the diner was listening. "It said that he wants to touch my naked flesh." Sandee broke into a grin. As usual, it lit the room like an exploding pyrotechnic rocket. If there were any new guys around, and if Scott didn't already cover her like a mother swaddling a baby, they would certainly come to talk to her, or offer her gifts, or just flat out give her a stuttering, impromptu marriage proposal. Where Violet was plain, Sandee was a superstar, a beautiful and vivacious blond that radiated pure sexuality with every simple breath or dainty tip of her head. She could have any man she wanted, but she already had the one she wanted, Scott, the dashing, darkly handsome sort that worshiped the rays of the sun that warmed her skin, and the darkness formed by her shadow, and whatever breeze of air whispered through her clothing. "Are you going to do it?" Sandee asked. Violet tried to glare at her from under a shocked brow, but she knew that every thought was written on her face like the pulsing neon sign in the diner window. Open for business. So instead of answering, she blushed, looking down at the note in her lap, hidden beneath the edge of the table, kept secret from a prying world. * * * I have to touch you soon. That was all the note said. The words, the thought of it, sent a shiver through Violet each and every time she read it. She had no idea who or what he was, but she wanted him to touch her more than anything in the world. * * * You must trust me. Nothing more. No explanation of how, or why, or when. The note was a simple command, or a plea, or a hope. Violet didn't know how to take it, and didn't care. Trust she would. * * * You can never know who I am. If you know, it will all be broken. Violet squeezed the note in her hand, crumpling it just a bit, not to ruin it, but to possess it even more, to establish a firm hold on it, and to keep it from prying eyes. She looked out the diner window, past the pulsing neon sign, into the black recesses of the night. Sandee giggled beside her as Scott nuzzled her ear. Violet didn't want to know. She did, but she didn't. She didn't want it to break. And she liked the fact that her lover was perfect. As long as she didn't know who he was, he was perfect, and in his eyes, this way, she was perfect to him, too. She liked it this way. * * * She lay on her belly, blindfold firmly in place exactly as instructed, as he entered the room. In spite of herself, she looked for clues in the sounds that he made, but she found none. She could barely hear him over the thundering thumps of her own blood pulsing in her ears. Violet tried to relax as a strong, warm hand caressed her naked back, starting at the nape of her neck, then gliding slowly down, along her spine, to the small of her back, and then beyond, following the slight rise of her ass, up, and over. She clenched her eyes tightly shut as the hand touched sensitive flesh that had never been touched before. A broad expanse of thick, calloused fingers cupped her ass cheeks, gently at first, then kneading them gently. After a while his hands relaxed, becoming wisps of air, floating delicately over the globes of her ass, before one finger moved toward her thigh, and invasively down. Her sharp intake of breath signaled something new for Violet. * * * "What if it's Jake?" Sandee offered. In spite of herself, Violet's head automatically twisted toward Jake, the young negro cook behind the counter, behind the service window. He was bustling around, as he always did, sweating like an animal over the heat of the stove, working frantically to fill the orders and avoid Mr. Ashton's wrath for being too slow, or making too many mistakes. Violet's only answer was an angry glare at the countertop. "No way, it couldn't be. No way." "But what if it is?" "It's not. So just drop it." "What if it is?" Scott added. Violet glared at him. She rarely got angry. She didn't have the nerve. But this upset her. "It ain't no negro. I'd know that much." Violet turned her glare back down at the table top, unable to hold Scott's gaze for long, even in her anger. "Not big enough to be a negro?" Scott asked, with an annoying, teasing laugh in his voice. Violet blushed violently, then turned her head to look out the window, yet again, to hide her blush, and her anger, and all of her fears. * * * Violet fought to stay silent. She chewed on the sheet under her face as his cock jammed itself up into her with shocking speed and strength, sliding her up along the sheets. She stifled a whimper, and then a yelp. Her own sounds frightened her. What she was doing frightened her. For his part, he was utterly silent. He didn't even moan to give her a clue as to what his voice sounded like. She tried to guess at his height from the feel of his thighs, and his arms propping his body up on either side of her, but she really had no idea. All she knew was how good his cock felt inside of her. His cock withdrew, then held itself there, with just its bulbous head embedded. She begged him to give it to her again. Softly, trying not to sound too eager, trying not to be a slut, she begged him to fill her again. As she did, she inhaled the scent of fresh cut flowers filling the room, flowers that had signaled his presence, and would still be there for her after he had left. He thrust into her abruptly, hard and deep, holding himself inside her for a long, satisfying moment before he resumed his frantic, pummeling stabs. Violet lost her composure, then. She whimpered continuously, unable to hold it in, while begging wantonly for more. She felt him stiffen, at his arms beside her and his thighs pressing on the insides of hers. He held his hips down against her, crushing her ass, driving her own hips down into the mattress, with his cock driven as deeply into her as he could. She opened her eyes wide at the feel of it, to see only the blackness of the blindfold. She opened her eyes to darkness, to feel him come inside her. * * * "It could be Mr. Tarpee," Sandee said, as the elderly man left the diner. "Hey!" Scott said. "That would fit. He's married, but he can't be getting any from Mrs. Tarpee. Or at least, if he is, he's not enjoying it." Sandee and Scott both laughed at his joke. Violet scowled. "I told you, I don't want to discuss it. I don't even want to risk figuring it out. That's not the point. Just leave it alone." "Oh, come on, Vi," Sandee said. "We have to at least try. It's fun. Aren't you curious?" She grabbed Scott's hand as she said it, conspicuously moving it off of the table, and down underneath, presumably to rest on her thigh. "Yes, but I don't want to know. I don't want it to break." "Oh, posh. Don't let him frighten you. It's not going to 'break.' Nothing's going to 'break.' That's silly." Violet blushed again, just a small, maidenly blush, an ever so slight reddening of her sallow cheeks. "I don't want to talk about it." "Have it your way, spoil sport," Sandee said, then leaned over to give Scott a kiss that was almost, but not quite, too long and deep to be delivered in public. Violet was jealous. She wanted that. She wanted people to know. She wanted to be loved, but she wanted people to know that she was loved to. She looked out the window, as Mr. Tarpee backed out of the lot, spun the wheel, and carefully crawled his fancy new car onto the street. It could be him. It could be anyone. But she didn't have to know, and she didn't want to know. She had to be happy with what she had. It wasn't everything, but it was enough. * * * You are my treasure. Violet smiled. Every note was so short, but so sweet, and so perfect. It was so simple, but she didn't want anything more, at least not all at once. She only wanted one simple note, here and there, for as long as it could last. She never even let herself wonder who he was. She was a good, obedient little girl, doing exactly as she was told, and getting as much as she could hope for. * * * One doesn't have to touch to have sex. Or rather, one doesn't have to be touched. Sex, love, is about giving pleasure, and receiving pleasure by giving pleasure. As long as Violet felt pleasure, as long as she felt love, her lover felt pleasure, and loved. It was incomplete. It was a shadow of what her lover wanted. But it was all that she could have. Scott stood behind Violet, with her sundress pulled up over her waist. It took all of his strength to keep his balance without complete use of his bum leg. Sandee watched silently from the door as Scott eased his cock into her again. Violet stood before him, blindfold in place, facing away, half bent over her dresser. She smiled as he entered her, letting out a sweetly soft, timid yelp. Sandee smiled in turn. Scott watched Sandee as she brought her hand to her ear, and blew him a kiss. He took his cue, kissing Violet's earlobe gently, soliciting soft, happy growl of a purr from her. Sandee touched her own breasts, cupping them with both hands. Scott followed suit, cupping Violet's breasts, making love to her as Sandee directed, a marionette lover for a puppeteer that could never do as she pleased. Sandee had tried to touch Violet once herself, when they were younger, when Scott was an ocean away getting his body and his version of a life blown all to hell. Violet had recoiled from her in the most hurtful of ways, with a look of fear and panic that chilled and wrinkled Sandee's soul. She instantly laughed it off, telling Violet to be a sport, that it was all in fun, with all of the men off to war. It was just a lark, and a joke anyway. She'd never really do anything so queer as that. She thought Violet could tell that she was lying, but Violet looked too embarrassed herself to call her on it. Sandee never tried to touch her again. Scott returned from the war, with a metal plate in his skull and horrible memories and dreams even deeper in his skull, and a limp that he could easily hide when he remembered to try, and was well rested. The scars on his skin were visible to everyone, long and raised and smooth and shiny. The other scars were deeper, especially the ones he took with him into the war to begin with. He came back to Sandee, and Violet was lost to Sandee, or rather, she never had a chance of having her. * * * Scott closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the feel of Violet's body, by imagining that she was someone else. He looked to Sandee for direction. It was all so fucked up, he was all so fucked up, that none of it mattered. He'd do whatever she said, because he loved her, and Violet, as his only true friends in the world, even more than friends, like sisters. Sexual love was forbidden to him, at least the sort he wanted. It was forbidden even before the horrors of combat. He had marched off into a brutal, horrific war to fight as best he could for freedom, against tyrannical fascists, when in the army he himself wasn't free, and at home he wasn't free, and everyone he knew was themselves a tyrannical fascist, of sorts. He was a shell of what he wanted to be, unable to love whom and how he wanted, unable to even give the slightest hint of where his true heart lay. Only Sandee knew. Only Sandee understood. So she and he put on a merry show for a the world, the perfect, imperfect couple, clingy, loving, inseparable, and inconsolable and unfulfilled. At least he could do this for Sandee. At least, in an obscure, convoluted, fuck up way, she could be with one she loved. It even gave him a sort of release. Violet was enough like a man to let him at least imagine what that would be like, or what parts of it would be like. He didn't mind. She enjoyed it. Sandee enjoyed it. He tried his best to enjoy it, and if he didn't, that was okay. He just did as he was told. He wasn't meant to enjoy much, it seemed. * * * Sandee died in '46 of hepatitis. It hit her quickly, disabling her and taking her life before she really had a chance to say her goodbyes, or to open her heart and let the truth out. Scott and Violet went to her graveside, together, every week for years. They grew close, as Violet's secret lover slowly, but not immediately, drifted away. They fell in love, after a fashion, or so they pretended. They lived their lives. They married. They had their children. They built a nondescript house, one of many all around them, all the same, and all different. He'd been a good man. She wasn't right for him, she knew. She wasn't what he wanted. But he lived in a time when he couldn't have what he wanted, so he took what he could get. He played a role. He was a good husband, and a good father, and a good man. He wasn't really what she wanted, either, but she never had a chance to even try for that brass ring. She was happy just to be on the carousel. So instead she did what she could to put some small joy into his life, and he into hers, and they watched together as their children grew, and the world changed, and others were given the chance to be what they truly were. It lasted for a while, but things got rough when his depression got worse, and he was forced to quit work and live on disability. His past just seemed to swallow him whole, then. He passed away in '97, leaving Violet alone in her nondescript house, where she was visited by her children, watching the world spin as it would, until she lay down one day, tired and weary, to take a nap. Violet's eldest daughter would find her that evening, as if asleep, surrounded by her mewing cats, the last to go of three plain, nondescript people, tucked neatly into small parcels of life, all the same, but subtly different in all the same ways.

A Man of Singular Talent - Ilona Bialik & Harper Shelby \----- _The second of (hopefully) a series of shorter tales featuring my mind- controlling protagonist. If you want to read about the protagonist and how his powers work, seek out my longer stories._ As always feedback is welcome. \----- _All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers._ \----- Nowadays I avoid Hollywood. Sure, I've had a lot of fun there - it used to be a tradition of mine to spend a week or two a year there, doing my own kind of casting couch of the latest starlets to come up from anonymity. But as I grow more cautious (some might say paranoid) I increasingly avoid obvious hunting grounds like Hollywood, beauty pageants, the Cheerleading World Championship, and so on. Which isn't to say that I don't feel the urge to sample some celebrity ass; I just pick less well-known actresses shooting on location somewhere with less vigilant security. Case in point - "Poor Richard" is a dire unwatchable piece of trash aimed at the 12 to 15 demographic, with only two redeeming features, namely the actresses Ilona Bialik (a 21 year old who plays a maid) and Harper Shelby (a 19 year old who plays the sister to the eponymous star of the show). That, and the whole thing is shot in the small Californian town of Los Perros. The security is laughable; it is simplicity itself to wander into the studio on Friday afternoon, spot the two young actresses, assert my mental control over them and order them to wait quietly in a dressing room until everyone else has left for the weekend. Shortly, the studio (a windowless warehouse with a few open sets, dressing rooms, etc) is dark and silent, and the girls are all mine to play with. As I enter the dressing room I mentally order the girls to stand side by side and face me for a proper assessment (I could have waited in the dressing room with them, but that would have been too tempting). Ilona is cute as a button, with a slim build, elfin face with prominent cheekbones and gorgeous full lips. She has not changed out of her costume for the show, which was in fact what first drew my attention and motivated me to come down to see it in person - a ridiculously sexy French maid costume, complete with short skirt, heels and white stockings that end just above the knee. Her outfit looks more appropriate for the set of a cheesy porn flick than a kids TV show, which suits me just fine. Her brown eyes are wide, alternately staring at me and darting around the room - they are the only part of her body I am currently allowing her control over, so I guess she's making the most of it. Harper's set clothes are boring by comparison, a sleeveless blue dress with a white belt and white pantyhose. Still, it's a good bet that the body underneath is worth seeing, something that will be proven shortly. Harper's glossy blonde hair falls to her waist, and her face has the fresh look of a relatively innocent late teen girl. It's a pity my mental control is not precise enough to get Harper to smile, but I console myself with the knowledge that she will soon be doing everything she can to make me smile instead. Normally I would start by getting the girls naked, but I wanted Ilona to keep her maid costume for now. Harper on the other hand... the dressing room doubles as the wardrobe and fitting room, and I notice a pair of dressmaker's scissors on a nearby table. I pick up the scissors and approach Harper. If she was scared before she is terrified now, watching me coming towards her with these long sharp scissors; I reach into her mind and dial down her fear a little, just so she doesn't have a heart attack or something equally inconvenient. Squatting in front of her I take the hem of her dress and apply the scissors. The blades make short work of the fabric, and in a minute or so I am pulling away the tattered remnants of Harper's dress to reveal the smooth girlflesh underneath. A few snips and the plain white bra falls away, causing Harper's medium sized breasts to bounce free. A few more and pantyhose become stockings, then panties become rags on the floor. I had given the girls some tasks to do while we waited for the crew to leave, so I am pleased to see Harper's pubic hair is trimmed and neat, pink folds of her pussy peeking out of the light blonde hair. I take a step back and admire my handiwork; Harper is now naked other than the remains of her pantyhose clinging to her legs. Her clothes lie in pieces around her feet. Her skin is starting to show goosebumps and her nipples are prominent; I guess it is rather cold in here if you aren't wearing anything. I am greatly enjoying the view, but the dressing room is really too cramped and cluttered for my needs. Luckily I know a nice place nearby. On my mental commands Harper and Ilona sink down to their hands and knees and crawl out the door towards the set. I follow, shedding my clothes as I go and watching these two shapely asses sway before me. I am mildly surprised to see Ilona is not wearing underwear. A rifle through her mind reveals her exposed state to be a condition of her getting the part - for the producers it was not enough to put a hot girl in a fetish outfit for a kids' show, they had to go that little bit further. I'd disdain their morality, but I'm not that self-deluded. So instead I just enjoy watching Ilona's petite tanned ass, her movements giving me glimpses of pussy and asshole (both thoroughly cleaned as per my orders). We arrive at the set of Harper's character's bedroom, which I chose primarily for the bed in the center. I place the dressmaking scissors on a side table and sit at the center of the bed, my shoulders and head rasied on a large pillow and and my dick erect and pointing at the ceiling (or at least where the ceiling would be if this wasn't a set). The girls mount the bed on either side of me and start planting kisses on my chest, shoulders, neck and finally taking turns putting their soft lips against mine. Their bodies press against mine, and I feel the difference of Harper's warm skin versus the cooler fabric of Ilona's dress against me. I would like to run my hands over their bodies, but I'm effectively pinned down and the best I can do is stroke their backs. Two hands find my dick and balls and start fondling and stroking. I figure now would be a good time to allow them to speak, which they do in between kissing and nibbling me. Ilona pipes up first. "Wha-" *kiss* "What the fuck am I doing, stop" *lick* "this!" "Ilona, I can't stop, how i-" *kiss* "-is he doing, eeew what am I touching is that his di-" *nibble* "Please, I don't want to do this, don't maauunf" The girls' frightened protests are an amusing contrast to the passion of their embrace and the energy with which their lips press against mine and their tongues explore my mouth. Their protests grow more strident as I mentally order them to work their way down my body until they reach my dick. "What the fuck, are we drugged or wh-" *liiiick* "bleh, what?" "Help! Someone help!" "No, please I don't want, I don't want to go there, I've never - mmmff!" Ilona is the first to reach the destination, and is rewarded by my dick pressing past her soft bow lips and into her warm mouth, cutting off her claims to innocence. A brief mental check reveals her to be lying - she has indeed given oral pleasure to a man, and in fact is quite skilled at it, a fact I appreciate greatly as her tongue flicks the sensitive head before her lips tighten around my shaft and her head simultaneously tilts and moves down, plunging my dick into the wet depths of her mouth while twisting the skin a little for that extra tactile sensation. I moan a little as Ilona attacks my dick with vigour, her cheeks bulging with every downwards thrust of her head. I don't want Harper to feel left out though, so with great reluctance I mentally order Ilona off my dick. Ilona sucks hard before pulling her mouth off me, and my dick leaves the vacuum of her mouth with a distinct pop. Harper bows her head, and her litany of "help! help!" is blocked by my dick entering her mouth. The blonde is less experienced than the brunette at pleasuring a man; her technique consists simply of stuffing as much of my dick into her mouth as she can before bobbing her head up and down. Still, I'm not going to complain; the sight of a near naked Harper Shelby with her lips around my dick, silky blonde hair bouncing with her head movement and eyes wincing as she tries to reach the base of the shaft, is rewarding all by itself. The girls take turns with my dick, licking and kissing and sucking. With a couple of mental commands they move around so that I can reach their bodies with my hands, and as waves of pleasure radiate up my body from my dick I further entertain myself by stroking the girl's exposed asses. Ilona's ass is petite and taught; she keeps herself fit for her modeling work. Harper's ass is fuller, but no less enjoyable to squeeze. Harper's breasts jiggle in time with her head bobbing on my dick, which is enjoyable to watch; Ilona's chest is disappointingly concealed by the fabric of her dress. Well, that can be fixed easily enough. Both girls stop attending to my dick for a moment and sit up facing each other. Their minds radiate a mix of relief and puzzlement, which turns to alarm as on my mental prompting Harper reaches over and takes the dressmaking scissors from the bedside table. As she leans forward to Ilona both girls start panicking. "Harper, what are you doing? Get them away!" "I can't, I can't stop. I don't know what.. oh god Ilona I'm sorry I can't stop." Harper and Ilona's words turn incoherent as Harper pinches the fabric of Ilona's dress and starts cutting, to the point that I have to mentally dial down both their fear and their speaking volumes (we may be in an empty warehouse in the middle of nowhere, but no sense taking unnecessary risks). Harper makes short work of the top of Ilona's dress, and soon the brunette's chest is exposed, clad in a simple white bra that also falls apart under the scissor blades. Ilona's orange-sized breasts are finally revealed, and after Harper has returned the scissors to the side table I cannot resist having her cup Ilona's breasts in her hand and gently bite each nipple. Or maybe not so gently - Ilona squeals twice as red tooth marks appear on the flesh of her breasts. Her nipples glisten with Harper's saliva. It's a lovely sight, and a little lesbian show might have been a good warmup, but my straining dick has more urgent demands. So Harper bends down once more and takes me into her mouth. Meanwhile, I mentally silence Ilona (no need to do so with Harper, my dick provides a handy gag), and order her to stand and move to the other side of the bed. I had noticed a hairbrush on the side table earlier, which will now come in handy. I mentally order Harper to redouble her efforts; her head bobs rapidly in my lap and my dick pokes the back of her mouth with each dip. At the same time Harper raises her ass into the air. I move my hand to the back of Harper's head and push down; that provides the final impetus to force my dick into her throat. Harper's lips finally kiss the base of my dick as her throat pulses against the invading dick, which prompts me to start thrusting my hips up. Behind Harper, Ilona has picked up the hairbrush, turned the plastic bristles towards Harper and takes aim. As I feel my orgasm rise I push Harper's head down as far as it can go, dial up her fear and say "Scream." Ilona's arm swings down and Harper gives a heartfelt wail as the brush hits her exposed ass. The vibrations from her screaming bring me over the edge, and my cum boils up my dick and spurts directly down Harper's throat. Harper's screams don't last long, partly because she can't breathe and partly because I am filling her throat and mouth with warm sticky cum, but she somehow finds the air for one more as Ilona hits Harper's quivering ass with the brush once again. I release her head shortly thereafter, my orgasm peaked, and Harper gasps and splutters wetly. Drool and cum drip down from her mouth onto my dick and balls, which won't do at all - Harper applies her tongue and soon I am clean again. My first orgasm of the night was a doozy; I spend maybe ten minutes just lying limp on the bed breathing heavily. When I return to the here and now Harper is still licking my deflated dick - I never told her to stop - while Ilona is standing beside the bed in heels, stockings and the tattered remains of her dress. I haven't seen her pussy from the front yet, so on my silent prompting Ilona lifts the hem of her short skirt. Her pussy is completely clean shaven, with clear tan lines. Her slim build results in a distinct thigh gap, the shape of her outer pussy lips clearly visible in the triangular space. I start to reach over to feel her pussy with my hand, but then I have a better idea. On my orders Harper gets up and pads off back to the dressing room to clean herself up. Ilona hops onto the bed and straddles my hips. I feel the warmth of her pussy against my dick, and as Ilona begins tilting her hips back and forth I feel the tantalizing friction of her soft folds rubbing against me. With a little mental manipulation Ilona's pussy begins to become aroused, and soon there is a distinctly damp feeling between her legs. While Ilona's hips work to revive my dick, my hands are finally able to explore her trim tanned body. Ilona's legs are thin but shapely, her stomach flat as a board - her main line of work is modeling swimsuits, and she is diligent in keeping in bikini shape. My hands cup and grope her breasts. Ilona's nipples are standing pertly to attention, a result of my artificially induced arousal, and I enjoy stroking them with my thumbs. By the time Harper has returned to us, makeup and hair restored to perfection, my dick has woken from hibernation and is one slip away from penetrating Ilona's wet pussy. I fully intend to let that happen, but not quite yet. Instead I have Ilona turn in my lap while Harper gets back on the bed. Some complicated rearrangements later and the two girls are both on my lap, facing each other with legs closely entwined. Their hips are pressing against each other, and my erect penis is sandwiched by two wet warm pussies (I had also initiated Harper's arousal by this point). The girls lean back, put their arms behind them, and start circling their hips. This is probably the closest I can get to fucking two girls with one dick, and it feels (and looks) incredible. By this time my dick is eager to be enveloped in girlflesh, and so after a few more minutes of double pussy grinding I silently order Ilona off my lap and have Harper reposition herself so she is kneeling over me, my dick inches from her pussy. Not to leave Ilona out I have her stand by the bed, bend over and take hold of my dick. A few energetic sucks from Ilona's talented mouth and Harper is lowering her hips to meet mine while Ilona aims my dick at the target. Harper's arousal and Ilona's saliva make penetration easy, and the blonde doesn't even pause in her descent as the head of my penis parts her outer folds and slides smoothly all the way inside her. Harper's eyes widen at the sensation of having a hard dick in her vagina (not the first time she's felt that, but certainly not a common experience). I let her rest for a few moments, before she starts moving up and down. Harper's hair shakes and her breasts bounce as she fucks her pussy with my dick. The feeling of Harper's teen vagina gripping my dick as it moves inside her is even more exciting than the visual; I need to tone this down somehow or I'll pop within a minute. Luckily Ilona is on hand, and as Harper raises her hips enough that my dick pops out of her pussy the brunette catches it and starts licking Harper's pussy juices off the shaft (something Ilona finds disgusting, apparently, and not just because she is being forced to service me. Seems Ilona strongly dislikes girl-on-girl action; I'll have to remember that for later). Once I've cooled down a little it's back inside the blonde for my eager penis, and another round of bouncing (coupled with some deep-dick hip rotations for variety), and another cool-down with Ilona's talented tongue. The energetic sex is wearing Harper down; her skin is red and flushed and increasingly slick with sweat as my mental commands force her to keep the same pace. In theory Harper will continue bouncing until I tell her not to; in practice she will eventually pass out from sheer exhaustion. Before that happens there is one more thing I want from the poor abused girl. Both Harper and Ilona are surprised as Harper lifts herself up and stands over me on the bed. Harper's relief is palpable but short-lived, as I have her turn around so she is facing away from me and start to squat. As Harper lowers herself back down, I get a front seat view of her shapely round ass. Meanwhile Ilona has once again taken hold of my dick, but instead of blowing me is spitting onto it, trying to get it as lubricated as possible. She then holds the shaft at the base and aims it at Harper's steadily descending ass - neither girl fully realizes my intention yet, poor innocent souls. I allow Harper to speak just as the tip of my dick touches her asshole, and as she pushes down and my the head of my dick is forced past her anal ring and into her ass Harper lets out a desperate scream of equal parts pain, surprise and despair. Its a shame she doesn't put such strength of emotion into her acting. Burying my dick into Harper's asshole is much harder work than it was with her pussy. Harper is... was an anal virgin, and Ilona's saliva lube is only effective to a point. But with some encouraging upward thrusts from me (which elicit further screams) we slowly manage to work my shaft deeper and deeper into her. A good five minutes later and Harper's ass is resting on my legs, my dick completely out of sight. Harper's cries have died down to a continual wail and the odd sob; she's realized the deed is now done and there is no-one around to help her. Even her residual complaints die off as she starts to once again bounce up and down on my dick, replaced with rhythmic panting from the effort of movement and pain of the anal violation. As I watch my dick be revealed and then swallowed by Harper's pumping ass I spare a glance at Ilona. Her eyes are closed tight, unwilling to witness her co-star being treated this way. Her eyes fly open though as she feels herself move under my command, and as Harper lifts her ass up and Ilona's hand reaches out she is filled with silent horror at what she knows will happen next. My dick pops out of Harper's ass, is grabbed by Ilona's hand and then transferred to Ilona's mouth. Harper's ass was thoroughly cleaned per my instructions prior to this session, but still the knowledge that Ilona is blowing my dick after it had just exited Harper's ass is... unwelcome. If I hadn't tweaked her reactions she would have vomited all over me (not my kink, sorry). After giving my dick a thorough tongue bath Ilona assisted its return to Harper's ass, much to Harper's vocal disappointment. Ilona had the delight of tasting my post-assfuck dick twice more before I felt my orgasm approach. Harper released my dick for the last time (perhaps). Ilona's petite hand wraps around the shaft and energetically jacks me off while placing the tip on her slightly parted lips. I am quickly brought over the edge, and before Ilona understands what is about to happen my dick spurts a thick stream of cum at her, some getting into her mouth but most coating her soft heart-shaped lips. Ilona's mind is stunned, but her body reacts fast under my orders, and she squeezes and angles my dick so the next stream lands directly between her eyes. In a few moments my dick is spent, and Ilona's face is covered in my sticky warm cum. I feel drained; violating two girls and cumming twice expends a lot of fluids. So I have Ilona get up and allow her to collapse onto the bed; once I've gotten up Ilona crawls up to the bed and does the same. I mentally command them to stay where they are, but they are so exhausted I doubt they would be able to move even if they could. There's a kitchen (a real one) nearby and I fetch a cool refreshing drink of water. There's a case of beer in the fridge, some local beer called "Golden Glow". I pop the cap of a long-necked bottle and take a swig; not bad. I bring it back to the set with me. I move a chair to face the bed. The girls are where I left them, of course. I return speech to them and start issuing some further mental commands. As they begin to stir and rearrange themselves on the bed their involuntary groans make them realize they can speak once more. "Uuurghh... oh god, my ass! It fucking hurts, you fucking asshole" "Please, no more, just let us go, you've done enough already haven't you?" "What... what are we doing now? Oh jesus, Ilona, I'm sorry, I.. just..." "Harper? No, get off me, I don't wa-mmmff!" Ilona has moved to lie on her back; her sudden silence is not due to my commands but more because Harper has sat on her face. I've decided Harper's abused pussy is going to get some kinder treatment from Ilona than it got from me. One more order to each of them and Ilona is licking and teasing Harper's pussy like a pro, while Harper has put her head between Ilona's spread legs and is returning the favor. Harper is too numb from her recent experiences to care, but for Ilona this is both revolting and humiliating; just as well we can't see her face right now. I watch the two girls get to know each other, drinking my beer and recuperating. When the beer is finished I feel up to joining the (un)happy couple. I get up, stand in front of Harper's head and pull it up by her hair until it is level with my semi-erect dick. Harper's mouth opens reflexively and I take it as an invitation to fill it with my dick. There's not much finesse required here; I hold her head by the hair while I use her mouth to get me properly hard. Once this is achieved Harper sits up (further grinding her pussy onto Ilona's face, which elicits a muffled squeal from the brunette). Ilona's smooth shaven pussy is wet from her own juices and from Harper's saliva, but even then she's small enough that it's a squeeze to fit the head of my dick inside her. Ilona feels the intrusion, and is vocally opposed to it, but nothing coherent escapes Harper's thighs as I push into Ilona's tight pussy. I take hold of her hips, which gives me enough leverage to bury some two thirds of my dick inside her; then it's simply a matter of sawing in and out, getting a fraction deeper with each downstroke. Soon I have settled into a rhythm, and I am enjoying fucking this brunette swimwear model and D-list actress so much that I don't notice when I finally bottom out and my balls slap against Ilona's ass. Ilona meanwhile is also getting into a rhythm, squealing and moaning in time to my thrusts. If Harper wasn't so upset by watching me fuck Ilona while smarting from her own violations, she would probably enjoy the sensations Ilona is giving her pussy. I decide to try and break the pattern a little, and move one hand to grope Ilona's breasts. As I take one nipple between my finger and pull Ilona gives an extra "Aaughmmfah!" to let me know she felt that. Pulling the other nipple has a similar effect, as does slapping the flesh of her breasts. You know that feeling, when you've been fucking two hot girls for a few hours and your dick has become quite desensitized, so even though the pussy you are currently inside is hot and wet and tight it doesn't feel like *quite* enough? I'm sure you do. In which case you will understand why, after ten or so minutes of pounding Ilona's pussy, I dismount and order the girls to swap around. Harper lies down and watches silently as Ilona's pussy descends towards her face (I didn't silence Harper, she's just given up saying anything). I don't fuck Harper's pussy though; instead Ilona bends her head between Harper's legs and resumes eating out the blonde teen, while I position myself behind Ilona. Her maid dress is now a tattered skirt and white stockings, and Harper's eyes watch from underneath Ilona as my dick appears in her field of vision. It's not heading for her though; instead I take hold of Ilona's ass and pull her cheeks apart to open her asshole as much as possible. I order Ilona to lift her head up from Harper's pussy. Sadly I cannot see her face but I can at least hear her voice. Harper may have given up trying to talk to me but Ilona still manages to plead for leniency, which turns into desperate begging when she feels the head of my dick against her asshole and realizes I'm not going to be satisfied with just her pussy. "Uugh, noooo, please don't put it in me again. It hurts so much. What the fuck is wrong with you, you aren't going to get - heyhey wait, no. No! Not there, I can't take it there that'snotpleasepleaseIcantAAAH! Takeitouttakeitout it can't go in thereAaH! Ah! Fuuu-Ah!fuu-fuck! Ah!" Ilona's asshole is easily the smallest hole I've penetrated today. But penetrate I do, as I grip her ass tightly and put my whole weight into pushing the tip of my dick against Ilona's last virgin hole. A quarter of an inch, then half, then just as I think my penis is going to snap in two I get it past her anal ring and am properly inside her ass. Once past the muscle ring at the entrance the resistance is much less, but I'm still bearing down with full force so a couple of inches of shaft plunge immediately into the quivering girl. Ilona gives a shrill cry so loud it reverberates around the warehouse; I immediately react by shutting down her vocal cords and Ilona falls silent apart from rapid breathing. Harper also gives a cry of shock as she watches Ilona's ass being penetrated inches from her face, but then falls silent again of her own accord. I look down and see Ilona Bialik as I had wanted to see her ever since I first saw her in that French maid outfit - on her hands and knees in front of me, skirt around her waist, with my dick firmly embedded in her tanned petite ass. With this the evening finally feels complete. Which does not mean that I am going to stop, oh no. I have a good few inches of dick that would love to make the acquaintance of Ilonas asshole. I don't know how much I can fit inside such a small ass, but I resolve to find out. I need better control though: at my command Harper's hands reach up and replace mine on Ilona's ass, holding her open for me. This frees me to take hold of Ilona's hips (I can almost encircle her waist with my hands) and keep her steady while I begin rocking gently back and forth, moving my dick a half inch back and forth inside Ilona's ass. It is tough going - her bowels grip my shaft like a python squeezing it's prey. But I slowly increase my movements and inch by throbbing inch my penis delves deeper. I am at my last inch when it feels like I can't get further, at least not without causing lasting damage to Ilona's rectum. I refuse to be beaten however; Ilona Bialik's ass is my Everest, my Kilimanjaro, and I am going to reach the peak. (Roll your eyes all you like, I so rarely face challenges in my life that I feel I can wax poetic whenever one does come up. Besides, I've fucked more tight female asses than Edmund Hillary ever climbed mountains; we are both experts in our respective fields.) I know from experience that a shock of some kind will loosen a girl's ass, so I look around the set for inspiration. Ah, yes, perfect. Harper lets go of Ilona's ass and wiggles her upper body out from under the brunette sufficiently to reach the bedside table. Returning to her previous position, Harper waits until I am ready. There isn't much room to swing, but nonetheless Harper manages to whack the bristle side of the hairbrush against Ilona's pussy with considerable force. Ilona can't scream this time, but the pain and shock of dozens of plastic bristles hitting her sensitive pussy radiates from her mind like a thunderclap. Her whole body spasms, which is my cue to push down with my body and pull her hips up to meet me. At last the final inch of my dick slides into Ilona's petite ass. Her body continues to jolt, and I moan in sheer animal pleasure as I feel her ass ripple against my shaft. I had intended to fuck Ilona's ass as I had Harper's, but she's just too tight and her ass is trying so hard to milk my dick that it brings me over the edge and I cum for the third time tonight, this time deep inside Ilona's thoroughly violated ass. I lose awareness of anything around me with the strength of the orgasm; the next thing I remember clearly is my rapidly shrinking dick slipping out of Ilona's asshole as I sit heavily on the bed. A couple drops of cum leak out from Ilona and drop onto Harper's face, much to her disgust. Time to clean up. With the assistance of the girls I pack the tattered remains of their set clothes in a trashbag, which I will take with me and dump somewhere distant. We then raid the fridge for the beer bottles; the girls methodically down five each and the rest are poured down the sink, then the empty bottles are spread liberally around the dressing room and bedroom set. The girls then crawl into the bed on the bedroom set, and fall into a deep sleep. A little tinkering into their sleeping minds and all memory of their ordeal is expunged. Ilona and Harper will awake in a few hours, find themselves in bed together, naked and aching and hungover with empty beer bottles all around. Their imaginations will fill in the blanks - it used to amaze me how good the human mind is at putting clues together and coming up with completely the wrong conclusions. It's first light when I leave the warehouse, there's no-one around, no traffic, nothing. I get in my car and head back to civilization, where a hot shower and a warm hotel bed await me. With or without a hot girl in a maid outfit. END

I could feel the sweat rolling down my back, between my shoulder blades, as I pulled my wet shirt away from my chest for the thousandth time already. I savoured the icy coolness of the glass as I lifted it to my lips. Ice jangling, I slid the cold scotch over my tongue, reveling in the feel as the cool drops of condensed African night dripped from the bottom of the glass onto my body. "So, how do you manage your needs when you're away from your girlfriend so long?" Mike's question caught me straight between the eyes. Perhaps I should say legs. Mike looked directly at me, waiting for an answer. We had been playing cat and mouse all night and he was slowly pinning me down, closing off all avenues through which I might escape and believe that I was misreading his intent. He was coming on to me, big time, I realized and I wasn't at all sure how I felt about it. My cock was definitely excited by the raw sexual energy he was beaming my way, but my mind was saying "Whoah! This is out of your league, big fella!" I'd been in Africa for four months travelling and doing various photo shoots that I'd spent the past year arranging. The trip was business, but business carefully planned to allow me to fulfill my boyhood fantasies of exploring the Dark Continent. I'd been away from Sonja, my most recent sometimes girlfriend, and all other luscious females, since the beginning of the trip and was horny as hell. Mike bumped into me, literally, at Victoria Falls earlier in the day and, after we discovered we were both Americans, we spent the balance of the day chumming around, seeing the sights. We both tried, and failed, to bed a couple of English lasses we'd met in the afternoon and invited to dinner. Our female quarry having escaped, we headed back to the Vic Falls hotel where we both had rooms. On the walk down a dark and winding footpath to the hotel, Mike kept bumping into me. He was walking very close and I kept moving over to give him room as his hand kept brushing my ass. After three or four times, I finally started to think it might not be an accident. I'd tried the same manoeuvre many times in high school to cop a feel of some unsuspecting date. Back at our hotel, we'd decided to have a nightcap on the patio and settled in for a few more drinks. Mike slowly steered our conversation around to sex and I was feeling the heat and humidity deep in my soul, and slowly spreading through my loins. He sat next to me on an angle and his knee kept pressing against my leg. Every time I shifted to give him more room, he extended his leg until it was pressed against my thigh again. He was definitely putting the moves on me. Although I'd never had any type of sexual experience with another guy before, I'd always wondered what it would be like. Every time I looked down on a woman sucking my cock, I imagined what it would be like to do that. But I'd never had the balls, or the opportunity to find out. Until now... "Well, you know," I responded. Shifting uncomfortably in my seat. My hard cock very obviously distending my sweat drenched shorts. "I take care of it myself, I guess." Mike smiled. He was quite good looking, actually. I was surprised that Becky, the English girl he was after hadn't jumped him at first sight. He stood about six feet, was thin but muscular and had wiry black hair which he wore quite short. Brilliant blue eyes and a dark, tanned complexion. "Me too," he said, openly sliding his left hand over his crotch. "Wish Mary Anne was here. I think she'd go for a three some, right now." "Have you ever done that?" I asked. "Only once," he answered, his hand stroking his cock through his pants while his knee pressed against my leg. "It was great. She's a real fireball and will go for almost anything." "With another guy or a girl?" "A guy. Just like you," he said and his hand slipped off his crotch and rested on my thigh. I almost jumped right out of my chair at the electric jolt that ran through my body at his touch. "I'd better get to bed, my flight's in the morning," Mike started to stand up, leaning on my knee. "Want to come back to my room and I'll give you the name of that game park I told you about." "Uh, sure..." I stood up as he turned and headed towards the guest rooms. I quickly grabbed a newspaper to hide the tent in my shorts and followed, not really believing what was happening.... Mike closed the door to his room and turned to face me. He leaned close to me and reached past my shoulder to flick on the ceiling fan. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and the smell of the gin on his breath. I closed my eyes. "Fucking hot in here," his voice rasped close to my ears. I opened my eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing a broad, hairless chest, well muscled and darkly tanned. His nipples were small and very erect. His sweaty skin glowed in the flickering light of the desk lamp. "I need a shower so fucking bad, I can't wait. Care to join me?" Without waiting for my response, Mike brushed against me, I could feel his naked chest against my arm, and stepped past into the bathroom. I stood there while I listened to him turn on the shower and draw the curtains. "Come on in, Jordan, it's hot in here!" Swallowing my fear, I pulled my soaking wet shirt off and dropped my shorts and underwear on the floor. I pulled aside the curtain and stepped in behind him. He was facing the showerhead, head tilted back and the water cascading down over his face and body. His back to me, I could see the muscles in his shoulders, the smoothness of his back and the bright white triangle of his untanned, tight manly butt. "Soap my back?" he asked and passed the soap behind him. I grabbed the soap from his hand. His fingers lingered in mine. I stepped closer and began to spread the lather over his back, my fingers sliding over his slippery body. As I worked my way down to his hips, my hard cock danced between us and poked against his leg. It was like a rocket fired in my loins and I moaned out loud. I damn near came all over his ass when I felt his fingers close around my cock and start stroking me. "Oh, God!" I fell forward and grabbed onto his shoulders for support. "Mmmm... that's right lover," he whispered. "Come to me." Mike turned around and pulled me into his arms. I could feel his cock pressed against mine as he pressed his lips against my mouth. His hands roamed my body and slid up and down my shaft. Slowly, he slid down me, stopping to lick and suck my nipples. Kneeling before me, he reached his tongue out and pressed it against the head of my cock. Smiling, he looked up at me and pulled his tongue away, drawing with it a long, glimmering thread of my pre cum which hung in the air until the crashing shower of water obliterated it. "Yes, suck me," I begged. Mike was too happy to oblige. I fell forward until my palms pressed flat against the cold marble wall of the shower stall, the water knifing into my face and chest then pouring down my stomach and battling the fire in my loins. It was a losing fight. Even with my eyes closed, I could see him smiling up at me. His fingers circling lightly around by shaft, stroking, conducting an electric current along its sensitive skin. I could feel the heat of his face close to me, the silky searing touch of his tongue on my glans. I found his other hand sliding up my inner thigh, fingers gently caressing my sack, my balls retreating tighter against my body as they readied their contents for an explosive release. "Oh, God," I sighed, a long low moan rolling out of my lungs as my elbows began to weaken and I collapsed face against the cold wall. The muscles of my stomach contracted in a rhythmic motion as my hips began to rock my cock forward and back sliding along Mike's outstretched tongue. "Do you like that, Jordan?" His voice was taunting me. "Yes... please," I begged. Suddenly, I felt the hot envelope of his mouth surrounding my cock. I gasped as I felt his teeth close lightly around the base of my shaft, his hard nose pressed into my belly, his tongue bathing the vein of my shaft with tender, slippery heat. Opening my eyes, I looked down on the back of his head. This beautiful man, golden tanned skin of his back arched before me. Dark hair slicked to his skull by the slicing rain of the shower. I could watch the sliver beads of water explode against his shoulders and slip down his spine, mingling with sweat as they slid around his vertebrae, crossing the boundary between tanned godliness and the brilliant white, tender zone of his taut ass. Rivers converging to race between the valleys of his ass. His head moved slower now, sliding back and forth over my pole. Tongue caressing me. His fingers starting to squeeze my balls, I watch as his right hand releases my shaft and climbs up my body. I twist my torso slightly and lean down to guide his fingertips to my nipple and feel the electric jolt arc through my body, short-circuiting the nervous connection between my balls, glans, nipples and soul. As he twists my sensitive bud harshly between his fingers his other hand slowly closes tightly around my balls and I feel the pressure breaking in my gut. The rippling waves of pleasure surge against my inhibitions and crash over the edge, forcing the wall down and gushing hot come through my veins, exploding out the mouth of my cock, rushing over his sweet manly tongue and coursing down his throat. I feel his throat contract around my organ, his tongue moving the volume of my jism down deeper into his being, milking me. The shudder consumes me as I slip down the wall, knees buckling as I fall to the steel floor of the tub. Kneecaps cracking, the pain is distant as my being melts with the water and I fear I will swirl down the drain. His strong arms support me, lifting my chin so he can capture the look in my eyes. His sparkling blues eyes aflame with humour and wry passion. He smiles and presses his miraculous lips against my mouth, tongue wriggling past my lips and searching out my own. I taste the salty slickness in his mouth which is mine and a vibration rolls through me once more. "You are delicious," he whispers in my ear. His arms hold me for a long while and then silently, knowing when I am strong enough to stand once more, he pulls my upwards and out of the bath. I lay, dripping wet on my back on his bed. Watching him move around the room. His nakedness awes me as every muscle moves in tight synchronized ripples. He draws the curtain and pulls open the glass door, letting in the creaking chirp of the crickets and the low rustling of an African night wind. The breeze dances with the thin curtains, casting sensual ballet-like shadows on the walls. The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan pushes the air down on my naked body, I feel my strength begin to gather, I feel my excitement begin to wax again. Mike smiles as he watches me, sees the strange an new-found passion awaken once more on my face. He stands in the doorway, moonlight kissing the side of his body, turning his skin to silver. I watch his hand caress his chest and slide down over his tight stomach and pull his cock. I watch it grow and marvel at its spiritual connection with my own which mirrors its movements. He moves to the bed and kneels and cover. I hear his breathing, slow and deep. Watch his chest rise as his hips begin to roll to the rhythm of his hand. He reaches out and I feel his fingers, slightly sticky from his cream, trail across my chest and nipples, down my arm to lace between my own digits. He lifts my hand and draws it towards him. I close my eyes and relish the feel of his hot stomach. The coarseness of the sparse black hair and the hard smoothness of his cock so big in my palm. My fingers find a home and instinctively wrap around his shaft. It is alive in my hand, twitching and breathing its own fire as my hand begins the familiar journey along its skin... yet unfamiliar as I stroke another's cock for the first time. His breathing grows quicker and I feel him move, his weight shifting on the bed as he moves closer to me. His heat suspended over my face, I can feel my fist against my chin with each stroke. It is so natural, so right as I open my lips and feel his velvet head against my tongue. Taste his juice, sweeter and lighter than my own on his tongue before. My hands find his ass as he steps over me and falls forward on his hands, rocking his hips as his cock enters my mouth, my tongue lavishing around his shaft. I cannot wait to feel his power, to taste his wealth, to make him explode in me and complete the circle.

Ten days to go 'til Christmas, John Griffin just shook his head. Standing aside he watched as the happy and joyous people went by. Happy and joyous yeah right! My ass he thought! None of these chumps had any idea of what they were doing. God, as he watched another throng of people go by; what a bunch of suckers! Just then the CEO of the company walked up behind him, "Hello John, lot of people moving through the store I see. That merchandising trick you came up with was sheer genius!" John smiled might as well be nice to this one he was the boss, for now. "You can expect a big bonus this year for this John! I made sure of that." "Thank you Mr. Allen, I appreciate that. Uh, is it ok if I miss the Christmas party this year? I have a lot of stuff to do." John asked. "No, I'm afraid not, this is a time for the family of this corporation to join together. No, I'm afraid that attendance is mandatory. Besides you might meet a nice girl there!" Mr. Allen said as he elbowed John slightly. John faked a smile as Mr. Allen walked off, a woman? Christ that was all he needed was a hateful, vindictive, greed driven, blood sucking creature that loved to torture. Shaking his head he was better off alone, he was damn sure a hell of a lot happier. Plus he had a lot more money that wasn't wasted on a female. Just then two beautiful, young women walked by smiling at John, only to have him scowl at them. He could hear them gasp then move away, "My god what's up with him?" The tall, skinny blonde said. "Oh, that's John Griffin, Mr. Personality. I hear he really doesn't like people, women in particular." Her friend another slender though brunette office worker said. "I have heard rumors that he was hurt..." Then to John their voices were mercifully cut off as they went around a corner. Damn it! He was going to slug Gino the office temp when he saw him. Then a wry smile crossed his face, then again it was keeping people in the office away from him. The first true smile he'd worn in weeks appeared as he thought, 'damn I might have to buy him a beer! He just might have done me a favor running his mouth!' Sighing he might as well get ready for the party, damn it this sucked! He hated gatherings, crowds hell the brunette was right he hated people! Sighing John shook his head then looked at his watch, he had an hour 'til the party. Taking the elevator to the top of the building John thought maybe he could hit the bar, get drunk and get sent home. As the elevator doors open John instantly knew he should have waited. Mr. Allen was there with a man in a red suit, bent over a waste paper basket, puking his guts out. "I'm sorry Tim," the man said after he gasped a lungful of air. "There's no way that I can. I'm afraid I'm just too sick." "Oh god," the CEO exclaimed. "We have to have a Santa Claus! Can the temp company send one Chris?" "Not at this late juncture, I believe they are booked up 'til Christmas Eve." The one called Chris said. Sighing, the CEO threw his arms up, "What am I going to do? We have to have a Santa for the party. Almost all of the staff has children." Looking up The CEO spotted John at the elevator doors. When John saw Mr. Allen look over he groaned inwardly no! Walking to the two men John automatically started, "No sir Mr. Allen, you really don't want me as your Santa!" "I don't see why not, you've got a great head for business. This is just an extension of the season's business." John looked at the CEO with a questioning look. "Think of it like this, you ... are perpetuating the ideal of a benevolent man giving presents to children." John's eyes started to shine as he ran the scenario through his mind. "These children in turn want things, things that their parents buy them to say they are from said benevolent man." "I think I see where you are going Mr. Allen sir. Thing is I have to be happy and Jolly, two things that do not go together well with my persona," John was trying to explain to Mr. Allen. "Hmmmm I see well, let's see. Perhaps you could think that you have just secured the most lucrative, successful deal ever. An advertising blitz that will never be equaled by anyone else but you; a deal that will make you a legend in the field, a household name to all, and one that you could write your own ticket to whatever you desired." Mr. Allen was saying. The whole time John was starting to actually smile bigger and bigger. Not the fake one he put on everyday but an actual genuine smile. "When you put it that way I just might be able to do it." "Good, though the only thing is you have to work with a helper." Mr. Allen said as John's eyes narrowed, so far this hadn't been bad 'til now. "Mr. Allen you know I work alone. No sir I don't think..." John started. "Look John I need you on this. Don't make me have to rethink my choice to keep you after the holidays. You can be an asset to this company or you can go by the way side. Now what's it going to be?" Mr. Allen stated. John sighed he did enjoy this job, he'd crushed several to get here. That was something he'd thoroughly enjoyed. "Alright I guess I can work with him." The one called Chris looked up and said, "oh no son. It's a she. The children respond better with a female. Just think of it as another business tactic. Kind of like sex appeal attracts but sex sells." John stood there staring at both men all that they said was true. Sighing a third time he nodded and followed Mr. Allen in the back to put the suit on. Pointing to a door John walked through and right into an almost naked woman! Screaming the woman covered as much of her top as she could. "What are you doing? I was changing clothes you pervert!" John just smirked at her as he went to the other side of the room and started to undress. "What in the hell do you think you are doing? You can't change when I am in here with you! Wait! You're John Griffin aren't you?" "First to answer your questions I was sent in here to change into this," here John held up the Santa Suit. "Second, I am not a pervert as I have no interest in you or your, HA! Laughable petite body. Third, yes I am so hurry up they are supposed to be arriving at any minute and I have to be there to present the season." John was trying to hurry so it was the same brunette who was spreading rumors earlier. The woman started to say more but the words stuck in her throat as John removed his pants. Staring she again tried to speak but the size of the club between John's legs had her speechless. Finally a minute later she managed, "You ... I ... we." "So I take it you are the helper? I want you to sell the sex appeal. God knows you don't have much else that's for sure!" John sneered as he looked her up and down. "I don't ... look here you damn freak of nature! I have more appeal in my little finger than you do in your whole body!" The brunette was almost screaming at John. "Freak huh? At least I don't go around spreading rumors about shit I know nothing about!" John snapped back at her. "I know all about you John Griffin; a nasty breakup two years ago, no children, no social life. Hell you don't even have a Facebook account online! You're a loner and a freak!" The brunette replied. John got in the brunette's face, "I could have your ass out of here for revealing personal details about me. If you're going to be a bitch the whole time, then I could make it happen. Understand? Be a bitch, I'll treat you like one. Help me, and I'll help you. Now get the fuck dressed before both of us are out on our asses! Also keep your mouth shut you hear? You and Mr. Allen are the only ones to know, I want it to stay that way." John growled to emphasize his point. Gulping the woman nodded and dressed as fast as she could then exited the room. 'Who in the hell did he think he was, ' she thought as she entered the Santa room. The man hated women why would he help her? I guess I'll have to find out more about him. Greeting several children who had appeared she really hoped that John Griffin could pull this off. Finally dressed John looked at the figure of his self in the mirror, strange he thought something seemed to be missing. Looking down he saw that the suit was too big for him. Grabbing a wrap around apparatus that increased his stomach size, he appeared to be about right for the job. He was about to grab the door when Mr. Allen walked in. "Ah! I see you found everything good! I told all the children that I was going after you. Ok here we go!" Mr. Allen said as he opened the door leading Santa out. "Here he is kids!" There was the roar of dozens of kids as John Ho ho ho'ed when he entered the room. Putting on his best face he watched as the brunette worked the crowd of children. Hmmm the brunette was better at this than he thought. For the next hour John went through the motions asking each child what they wanted while the parents listened closely. The CEO was right John thought this is a fabulous gimmick to promote the season. Finally getting into it John was actually a little disappointed when it was over. Entering the room John sat as he saw what looked like a curtain across the middle. Smirking again, 'good, ' he thought 'I don't have to look at her again.' A few minutes later John was almost completely naked when he heard a grunt then the woman fell through the curtain between his legs. Looking up at his huge member she swallowed hard as John could see she was totally nude. Her sex was neatly trimmed and well defined he thought, then shook his head. Offering her a hand she slapped it away, quickly closing her legs. "No thank you I don't accept help from perverts." She said as she got off the floor and back through the curtain. "Ha! I could say the same about you! I saw you staring at me. You are as much one as I am!" John smirked as he replied. "I..." she started as she stuck her head through the curtain, and then pulled it back just as quickly. "I am a lady, I do not do things like that!" "Bullshit! You and I both know you were looking, no you were staring at me!" Standing John walked to the curtain, "You are a pervert yourself!" "No, I..." she started then stopped when she was face to face with him. Shaking her head she continued, "I am a lady just you remember that! I would never do the disgusting things you have I..." Growling John reached out and ripped the curtain down. "Look you fucking bitch! I don't give a shit what you think I did! I live alone, I don't go out, and I don't socialize. It's none of your fucking business! So do me a favor, keep quiet and I will also. You're poking your nose into shit you have no business messing with. In a word? Fuck off you BITCH!" Throwing his shirt and pants on John left the opened mouthed and stunned to silence woman. Stuttering she tried to speak as the man left the room. Suddenly what he'd said hit her as her ire rose. Quickly dressing she ran out to catch the man and give her a piece of her mind. Outside the changing room she stopped when she saw the man talking to the CEO of the company! Oh shit she thought I am toast! Walking up to the two men the CEO smiled. "I was just telling John that you both did such a marvelous job! I have a proposition for the both of you. The man who was supposed to be our Santa tonight is also our store Santa. I was wondering since you two worked so well together, that both of you could fill in the next eight days." "I'm not sure Mr. Allen I mean I still have the advertising campaign to finish." John said hoping that the CEO would just drop it. "Nonsense, your assistant can handle the rest of it. The way you have it, it almost runs its self!" Mr. Allen replied. 'Damn it, ' John thought, 'he's got me again.' Sighing John nodded. "And you Miss Avalon, I am sure that your department can spare you 'til after the holidays." "Mr. Allen with all due respect, if I am not there the entire place goes to pot, I can't just..." The brunette started. "If you are worried about your job it is yours as long as you want. I want both of you to understand if you can do what you did in there in the store. Well ... I can guarantee that your bonus will increase in size. Now then can I rely on both of you to be there at 10 am tomorrow?" "Yes sir, though I hope that they have more than one changing room. Miss Avalon was terribly embarrassed when I walked in." John said with a smirk. "My name is Jennifer you ... idiot!" Jennifer almost shrieked. "Oh dear I apologize to you both. I'll try to make sure you both have separate changing rooms. I am sorry you both were embarrassed." The CEO apologized. "Alright see you tomorrow." Tim Allen said as he walked away from both the startled man and woman. Walking around a corner, the man stopped next to the same man in a red suit who'd been sick earlier. "Do you think it worked?" Chris asked. "I'm not sure, I am sure they got a good look at each other. They both were rather quiet about it so there is a good chance it did." Tim Allen stated. "So what's the next step Chris?" Tim asked. "Ah! That you will see tomorrow. I may have to step in for a moment but I think they are proceeding on course," Chris told a nodding Tim. The next day John showed up and headed to the changing room. Looking, he sighed, well the man kept his word there were two rooms. Walking in John sat and started to undress. Outside a strange short man came by and put an out of order sign in on the other room. A minute later Jennifer showed up and walked in. Undressing quickly she opened the curtain thinking it was a closet and came face to face with John, stark naked! As between her legs started to get wet she grimaced, looking down she was stark naked also then to her amazement John's already huge member got bigger! Smiling John said, "Ah! I see that we get to be perverts to each other again! As I said before you say nothing and neither will I Deal?" Jennifer was trying to find her voice. She was trying to find her will power! Hell she was still trying to tear her eyes away from the incredible organ growing harder between his legs! "I ... I ... you have a," here she swallowed hard, "deal!" Quickly she averted her eyes and tried to finish getting dressed. "It seems that Mr. Allen has screwed us over again. Oops sorry didn't mean to say that. I apologize." Bowing John then turned and finished dressing then sat to wait on Jennifer. Jennifer could only stare her mouth open. and then he turned and finished dressing. Why in the hell was she disappointed? "You know we have to take lunch together. I'll treat since I know you are dead broke. Yes I have my sources also. Look I know this is an unusual situation I'm sorry you were dragged into this, ok? So I'll try to make it as easy for you as I can alright?" John said as he was looking at the wall in front of him. "Thank you, I appreciate it. If you ever need anything please let me know I'll try to help all I can. I apologize for yesterday, I know the remarks were harsh. Friends?" She said extending her hand. "Alright, friends it is. Just don't tell anyone that I am doing this ok? I like having people leave me alone." John told her. "Sure I guess, I know a lot of your history well some of it. I won't press you, but you really are a good guy deep down. Maybe someday you can share?" Jennifer asked hopeful. "Hmm ... well we'll see ok? Right now no. As you said though if I can trust you and you can trust me then we'll see." John replied. Jennifer threw him a smile that seemed to light up the room. John saw it not really feeling it. He still had a bad feeling that deep down she was going to be just like Elizabeth. Ah! Now there was the Queen of the hateful, vindictive, greed driven, blood sucking creatures otherwise known as women! It hadn't always been that way, at one time John actually thought women were warm, loving, and gentle. Thinking back he should have seen the signs, as all she wanted was things more and more each week. Then it came to a head when he couldn't afford a certain necklace she wanted. That had started her verbal abuse for two days 'til in public she made her break with him. As loudly as she could she announced that she was leaving him; that he was a freak of nature, then she started on even more hateful remarks. John had been crushed his heart mangled 'til he thought he'd never feel again. So far that was true, though he felt friendship with her, he still didn't think he'd ever feel love again. As the day breezed by John again found that he was actually enjoying the part he was playing. It was almost lunch time when John started to watch Jennifer, she was a natural at this! Finally they were at lunch John telling her eat whatever she wanted. She went through the line in front of him seeking his approval at each thing she took. John's eyes were huge when she sat at the table with a piled up plate! Though the most amazing thing was when she ate every bit on her plate! The whole time she ate daintily like a lady as she said she was. John just shook his head there was a lot more to this woman than met the eye he thought. They finished that afternoon and were told that they could go home. Both bone weary, they walked into the changing room together, neither caring if the other looked at all. They both undressed and actually sat there fighting sleep. Neither of them had done this much physical work in a long time. "I can't remember the last time I was this tired," John told her without looking up. "Me neither, as far as I know it's been all the way back to college. God I'm going to sleep real damn good tonight!" Jennifer replied. Both of them undressed in near quiet, this time Jennifer was ready first and waited on John. "See you tomorrow," she said as she almost stumbled out the door. John watched as she went out the front, strange he thought she had a car. Getting in his he roared out to the front and was about to accelerate away when he saw Jennifer standing there. "I thought you were already gone." "No waiting on the bus," Jennifer said from the bench. "I could take you home if you want." John told her. "No, thank you but no. I'll be alright, see you tomorrow!" Jennifer replied. For the next few days they always ate together, John always amazed at the amount she ate. It was always the same, bone weary she waited on the bus. On the sixth day John came out and Jennifer was asleep on the bench. Walking up he shook her but she didn't move shaking his head he picked her up and put her in the front seat. Looking in her purse he found her address on an info card and set out. Pulling up in front of a badly disheveled house, huh John thought. Picking her up he carried her inside, getting to her bedroom he was impressed the house was as clean and tidy as it was inside. Undressing her he put her into bed covering her up. Walking out he brought the car closer to the house and armed the alarm. Back inside he was greeted by two cats. Looking around he didn't see any food for them. Leaving he went to the nearest store and bought fifty pounds of food for the animals. Feeding them he did the few dishes in her sink then sat on the couch and yawned. A moment later both cats cautiously approached and sniffed at him. Smiling he started to pet the first cat which got the second jealous and was soon trying to push the other out of the way. Looking closer he guessed one was a grey Siamese, the other had to be a striped Tabby. Though as to the color that was hard to say with all the white, grey, black, gold, and orange. "You are just a mutt aren't you girl?" John said as both cats were in his lap purring contently. "You're a lot like me a little of everything huh?" A questioning meow was all he got. The next morning she awoke and sat up with a start. How did she get home? The last thing she remembered was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. Where in the hell were her clothes? Looking on the chair by the bed she saw that her clothes were folded neatly. Getting up she made her way to the living room stopping when she saw the fifty pound bag of cat food. When both her cats came running to her she stooped down. "Did you two get a job? Where did this food...?" That's when she saw the note on the table. I'm sorry you fell asleep on the bench, when I tried to wake you, you didn't move. I brought you home and undressed you and put you in bed. I saw your friends had no food so I went and got them some. I got you some too. I am sorry I violated your trust and went in your purse to get your info. I hope I see you at work. Later, John. "Well Trixie, Melmar, it appears that we have a gallant knight that has rescued us for a time. Smiling she thought it was nice that John had bought her some food. That was 'til she opened her frig and it was jammed full! Opening her cupboards they were also! Sitting down with a thunk she saw that he'd done her dishes also! Trying to close her mouth all she could do was shake her head. Then her anger started to build up. Try to bribe her? She didn't think so! Getting dressed she took the bus to the store and walked in early getting dressed sat and waited. The longer she waited the madder she got, she was going to have it out with that skuzz! John was feeling pretty good he actually felt that he'd helped her at least for a little while. Walking to the dressing room he walked in and was surprised when she was sitting there apparently waiting on him. Smiling she stood and walked to him. Reaching back she slapped him as hard as she could across his face. "If you think you can buy your way into my bed then you 've got another thing coming! Two more days that's all we have then I never want to see your disgusting face again! I am not a whore that you can buy, you son of a bitch!" John sat with a thud tears started to fall from his eyes as he could see Elizabeth all over again. The pain was like a knife being shoved into his heart it was almost too much to take. Dressing John steeled his heart up, never again would it happen to him NEVER! Going through the motions he finished the day. Walking past the dressing room he went straight to his car. Sitting there the tears started again. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! That would be the last time he ever trusted a female! Jennifer was sitting in the changing room, she wanted to apologize to John she hadn't meant to be as harsh as she had. Changing she came out looking for John but he was nowhere to be seen. Someone told her they saw him heading to the parking garage. Hurrying she arrived looking for John's car. There he was! Why was he crying? She was just another business conquest to him wasn't she? "John?" She called out. Hearing her voice the tears came harder as he shifted into first and peeled out. Unable to see and not really caring anymore John didn't see the pylon 'til the passenger side of the car swiped it and caved in toward John. "OH MY GOD! JOHN!" Jennifer was screaming as she watched John's car partially wrap around the pylon. Screaming louder another co-worker heard her and called the ambulance. Running to what was left of the car she found John wedged in. Tears were running freely, unashamedly down her face. "John! My god please John, please don't leave me!" Jennifer was repeating over and over her tears falling on John's face. John opened his eyes but couldn't see well, there was a woman in front of him, Mom? "Mom? I guess I am dying mom, I'll never be able to tell her mom. I messed up bad mom, almost as bad as with Elizabeth when she said all those nasty things to me in the restaurant." Tears started to fall from his eyes. "I think I love her mom, she has the cutest cats! Now though I guess I'll get to watch over her like you have me. Thank you mom." Jennifer's eyes opened wide, Elizabeth? Wasn't that his fiancé years ago? Mom? But she was dea...! "John Griffin! You miserable ass! Don't you dare die on me! You hear me?! You better live or I'm coming after you and kicking your ass! I love you! You hear me! I said I love you! Let me go! Let me go Damn it!" Jennifer was saying as the paramedics were taking her away from the car. John opened his eyes again looking around, "You hear her mom? She's as feisty as I remember you being!" Then his eyes closed. "Yes central, we have a male accident victim, several lacerations to face, chest, and right arm. We'll ascertain below the waist as soon as we free his pinned extremities. Roger. Alright let's get him free then transport." Twenty minutes later they had him free and on the way to the hospital. Finally able to see John looked up and saw Chris? "What are you doing here?" "At the moment I am trying to stop you from making a huge mistake." Chris said. "What you mean Jennifer? Yeah right, I'm sure you saw her skinning my face? Yeah I'm pretty sure she is over me. Look if I'm not going to die than just leave me alone. Haven't you caused me enough pain already?" John said the disgust apparent in his voice. Smiling Chris touched John's head, "Here, maybe that will help!" Chris said as suddenly he could hear Jennifer's thoughts. There was no thoughts of disgust, nothing that said she hated him it felt as if...! "I don't believe that she loves me. Not after what she did and said!" Sighing Chris again touched John's head. John heard Jennifer ["John Griffin! You miserable ass! Don't you dare die on me! You hear me?! You better live or I'm coming after you and kicking your ass! I love you! You hear me! I said I love you! Let me go! Let me go, Damn it!"] "I ... but ... and she ... damn it!" "Feel like crap now, don't you? She was on her way to apologize for hitting you so hard. I think she thought you might have misunderstood her, which you did. So, you are going to be unconscious another day anything I can do?" Chris asked. "At the hospital, I have no one, no relatives. Could you please put her down as my next of kin, as my fiancé?" John asked. "Sure son, I want to thank you for the splendid job you did. You actually made so many of those children believe you were me. Thank you." Chris said as he nodded to John. "Now rest, Jennifer will be there when you awake." John nodded then was asleep. At the hospital John was in surgery for possibly an hour then recovery. Finally a nurse came out, "Jennifer Avalon?" "Yes ma'am! That's me is he able to see visitors?" Jennifer asked fearing the worse for John. "No, I'm afraid that for now, family only." The young nurse said as she checked the list. "Oh, I see please let me know when I can see him." A dejected Jennifer said. "I'm sorry, you can go now according to this you are listed as the only living relative. Though you are only his fiancé, you are listed as his only relative, strange. Actually it's the first time I've ever seen it but it's by his request." The nurse relayed. A startled Jennifer walked down the hall to the room that the nurse had indicated. Walking in Jennifer stopped when she saw the white coat of a Doctor. "Oh! I'm sorry Doctor I thought he was..." Jennifer's mouth dropped open, Chris? "I am only here to wish you two a happy life. Now no more of this young man, I know that both of you love the other fiercely. Don't make me come back and have to smack both of you!" Jennifer laughed as did John as she gently hugged then kissed him. Turning to thank Chris he was gone! "But where ... how...?" Jennifer said confused. "Don't ask, just be happy as I am." John smiled. Jennifer was about to speak when they both heard sleigh bells. Turning to each other they both smiled. "I love you Jennifer Avalon!" John said. "I love you John Griffin!" Jennifer said. "Merry Christmas my love!"

**Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City** "Shit!" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. "Shit. It's locked!" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. "Shit!" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door. There was screaming from the room opposite and high pitched screaming from his own room. "Shut the fuck up," he yelled at the blond. "I'm shot," she moaned, "I'm shot!" Hugo cast an eye at her through the dim light. "No, you're not," he brushed her aside. "It came from the cabin on the other side of the corridor." Hugo cast his mind back. What was the name of that cabin? Thirty something... Then it came to him. It was 33B. Suddenly he remembered. "Oh my god, Madeline!" "What?" the blonde looked up from her sobbing. "The cabin in which the shot was fired was 33B! Madeline said her room was 33-B! She may be shot!" He ran towards the door. "Madeline! Madeline!" "Who the fuck is Madeline?" she snapped. "She may be dead!" Hugo yelled. He started hammering on the door. "Help! We need some help in here!" The blonde dramatically collapsed on the floor. "I may be dying!" she yelled. "Had you thought about that!" Hugo turned, exasparated. "You're not dying," he snapped. "There's no blood, no bullet. Can't you fucking see that? It's not that dark in here!" "How would you know!" she shrieked. "You're not dying!" "No, but Madeline might be! Now shut the fuck up and let me clear my head!" After what seemed like an eternity, the train stopped. Hugo could hear passengers' muffled gasps and shrieks. There was a murmuring and Hugo heard a man's voice shouting. "Stand aside, clear away, let me through! I'm the conductor here!" It was Utley. Hugo started hammering on the door. "Help! We're locked in here! Let us out!" he yelled. "There's no key," he heard Utley say on the other side of the door. "Stand aside. We'll break it down." Hugo grabbed the blonde and pulled her to the very back of the broom cupboard. After several attempts in which the door merely stood fast and creaked, Utley and two other male passengers successfully kicked it down. Utley hurried over to them. Hugo stood up and let him through to the blonde. "Are you okay, Miss?" he asked, pulling her up. "You've got to save Madeline!" Hugo yelled. "Is she Madeline?" Utley looked at the sobbing blonde. "No, she's Pam!" Hugo sighed. The blonde shook her touseled hair and leant against the conductor. "No," she whispered dramatically. "I'm Sam Randall." The conductor threw down his hands. "Who the fuck are you two?" he yelled in exasperation. Hugo grabbed him by the shoulders. "I'm Hugo Kirby, she's Sam or Pam, it makes no difference, for the one who I'm trying to tell you to find is Madeline! She's in Room 33-B where the fucking shot was heard!" The conductor pushed Hugo away. He pointed to the porters. "You, go check on Room 33-B with him. And you, go turn the main lights on" He looked at the blonde again. "Are you okay, Miss?" "No," she whispered. "I think I'm shot!" "She's just in shock," Hugo explained. "It's Madeline who may be in danger." Utley gestured to another porter. Take this lady to a compartment where she can recover. The rest of you, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here." The crowd of people filed back down the corridors, murmuring amongst themselves. Hugo and Utley, who was holding a torch, went across to the door of Room 33-B where the porters were knocking on the door. "Miss?" one of them asked. "Are you alright in there?" Utley pushed them away impatiently. "Leave them to me," he said. He knocked on the door. "Miss," he consulted his papers, "Miss...Cross? Open the door, I'm the conductor. " There was no reply. Hugo could hear sobbing. The conductor tried again. "Miss Cross, open this door at once! I am William Utley, the conductor. Let me in at once, I say!" Still no answer. Angrily, Utley tried the door. The handle turned and the door opened at once surprisingly, making Utley stumble into the room. But what was in the room, was even more surprising. Hugo gasped. There, on the plush carpet of the luxurious room, lay Madeline, in a way that Hugo had seen her many times before. Naked. She was crouched over someone, sobbing. Both Utley and Hugo ran forward and helped Madeline onto a chair. They turned around to see who lay there on the carpet. One of the porters fainted. The other ran out to be sick. Utley gulped, his face Hugo gasped again. He recognized the black porter, this time without his porter's uniform. And this time with a bullet hole right through his heart and blood pouring on to the white plush carpet "Shit!" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. "Shit. It's locked!" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. "Shit!" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door. There was screaming from the room opposite and high pitched screaming from his own room. "Shut the fuck up," he yelled at the blond. "I'm shot," she moaned, "I'm shot!" Hugo cast an eye at her through the dim light. "No, you're not," he brushed her aside. "It came from the cabin on the other side of the corridor." Hugo cast his mind back. What was the name of that cabin? Thirty something... Then it came to him. It was 33B. Suddenly he remembered. "Oh my god, Madeline!" "What?" the blonde looked up from her sobbing. "The cabin in which the shot was fired was 33B! Madeline said her room was 33-B! She may be shot!" He ran towards the door. "Madeline! Madeline!" "Who the fuck is Madeline?" she snapped. "She may be dead!" Hugo yelled. He started hammering on the door. "Help! We need some help in here!" The blonde dramatically collapsed on the floor. "I may be dying!" she yelled. "Had you thought abou that!" Hugo turned, exasparated. "You're not dying," he snapped. "There's no blood, no bullet. Can't you fucking see that? It's not that dark in here!" "How would you know!" she shrieked. "You're not dying!" "No, but Madeline might be! Now shut the fuck up and let me clear my head!" After what seemed like an eternity, the train stopped. Hugo could hear passengers' muffled gasps and shrieks. There was a murmuring and Hugo heard a man's voice shouting. "Stand aside, clear away, let me through! I'm the conductor here!" It was Utley. Hugo started hammering on the door. "Help! We're locked in here! Let us out!" he yelled. "There's no key," he heard Utley say on the other side of the door. "Stand aside. We'll break it down." Hugo grabbed the blonde and pulled her to the very back of the broom cupboard. After several attempts in which the door merely stood fast and creaked, Utley and two other male passengers successfully kicked it down. Utley hurried over to them. Hugo stood up and let him through to the blonde. "Are you okay, Miss?" he asked, pulling her up. "You've got to save Madeline!" Hugo yelled. "Is she Madeline?" Utley looked at the sobbing blonde. "No, she's Pam!" Hugo sighed. The blonde shook her touseled hair and leant against the conductor. "No," she whispered dramatically. "I'm Sam Randall." The conductor threw down his hands. "Who the fuck are you two?" he yelled in exasperation. Hugo grabbed him by the shoulders. "I'm Hugo Kirby, she's Sam or Pam, it makes no difference, for the one who I'm trying to tell you to find is Madeline! She's in Room 33-B where the fucking shot was heard!" The conductor pushed Hugo away. He pointed to the porters. "You, go check on Room 33-B with him. And you, go turn the main lights on" He looked at the blonde again. "Are you okay, Miss?" "No," she whispered. "I think I'm shot!" "She's just in shock," Hugo explained. "It's Madeline who may be in danger." Utley gestured to another porter. Take this lady to a compartment where she can recover. The rest of you, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here." The crowd of people filed back down the corridors, murmuring amongst themselves. Hugo and Utley, who was holding a torch, went across to the door of Room 33-B where the porters were knocking on the door. "Miss?" one of them asked. "Are you alright in there?" Utley pushed them away impatiently. "Leave them to me," he said. He knocked on the door. "Miss," he consulted his papers, "Miss...Cross? Open the door, I'm the conductor. " There was no reply. Hugo could hear sobbiing. The conductor tried again. "Miss Cross, open this door at once! I am William Utley, the conductor. Let me in at once, I say!" Still no answer. Angrily, Utley tried the door. The handle turned and the door opened at once surprisingly, making Utley stumble into the room. But what was in the room, was even more surprising. Hugo gasped. There, on the plush carpet of the luxurious room, lay Madeline, in a way that Hugo had seen her many times before. Naked. She was crouched over someone, sobbing. Both Utley and Hugo ran forward and helped Madeline onto a chair. They turned around to see who lay there on the carpet. One of the porters fainted. The other ran out to be sick. Utley gulped, his face Hugo gasped again. He recognized the black porter, this time without his porter's uniform. And this time with a bullet hole right through his heart and blood pouring on to the white plush carpet. Utley went white. With his voice shaking, he called for more porters. Three came in running and gasped at the sight of the porter James Brown. "You, boy," Utley told him. "Go to my private compartment. There's a, there's a telephone in there. Call ahead to the next top, that's Los Angeles, and tell them what is happening. You, you go to the driver and inform him of the circumstances. Tell him to start up the train again and to make full speed to LA." Both porters ran off quickly. He gestured to the third. "And you, go through all the coaches and rooms and try to find a doctor, nurse or anyone who can help. And bring the medical kit." He paused. "This boy is going to need it..." Hugo went over to Madeline who was crying in her chair, and gave her her clothes. She quickly pulled them on, her fingers trembling, and hugged him. "If you ask me, she's lying, Barry!" one of the policemen called to the cop. "Well I'm not askin you, I'm askin' her," the police inspector glared at Madeline, who sat next to Hugo on the opposite side of the desk. The police inspector leaned over on his desk. His name tag read Inspector B. Owner. "So, Miss Cross, all we've gotten out of you is your name and the name of your friend here. Well my name's Barry Owner, I'm 6ft two, I'm a police inspector and I'll 'ave you fucking thrown into the cells if you're not more talkative. So go on, we're," he nodded to the officers behind him, "we're listening. Tell us more." he said, mockingly. Madeline looked at Hugo. "M-my name's Madeline Cross and I'm a model." Owner looked her up and down. "What sort of model?" he smirked. "I was Miss 1956 and 57 for Class Act magazine," she stammered. "Oh, I see." Owner got up and walked around Hugo and Madeline, breathing heavily on her neck. She fidgeted nervously in her seat. He sat down again. "Now, would you care to shed some light on why you were in your room with a black porter?" "He - I called him in to ask him to bring me some tea," Madeline said hesitantly, her eyes conveniently fixed on the patterns on the ceiling. "You were both naked, Miss Cross." "I, I - " Madeline looked to Hugo desperately. "What was a fucking black porter doing with you, Miss Cross?" Owner demanded. Madeline looked from one face to another. "He wasn't raping me, if that's what you mean," she declared defensively. "Are you telling us you fucked a _black_ porter willingly, Miss Cross?" Owner whispered softly, yet somewhat menacingly at the same time. Madeline nodded defiantly. Like Hugo, she believed there to be nothing wrong with that. Unfortunately Inspector B. Owner and his fellow policemen obviously took a different view. Owner again got up from his seat and slowly walked over until he was directly behind Madeline. She squirmed as she felt his hot breath on her bare neck. "Whore..." he hissed at her. She tensed up and closed her eyes tight. Owner leaned over and ripped her blouse right open. Hugo leapt to his feet. "You can't do that, leave her alone!" he yelled. Owner looked up, laughing. "I'd be careful about what you say, Mr. Kirby, about what I, a police Inspector, can and can not do. Otherwise you may find yourself spending a considerable amount of your time down in our humble cells. And they're not as comfortable as the Station Hotel, I am sorry to say." He motioned to the police guards. "Chain him to the bench over there." "Stop!" Hugo cried as the four police officers descended upon him, the front one wielding a shiny pair of silver handcuffs. "You can't do this!" But he was powerless to stop them all and soon found himself attached to the uncomfortable bench, forced to watch as Owner tore off the rest of Madeline's black blouse. Off went her black skirt too, just as quickly. Madeline sat there, motionless, quietly whimpering. Inspector Owner was obviously happy at the lack of resistance. "Good," he sneered. "A slut who knows what's good for her!" He pointed to Hugo. "You should take lessons from this nigger fucking whore here, Mr Kirby!" Hugo closed his eyes, not wanting to see the injustices which were bound to follow. Madeline felt her bra being gently taken off and lifted over her head. How can they do this, she sobbed to herself. She knew there was nothing she could do and would could only hope it would be over soon. Soon she felt her knickers and tights being removed. She closed her eyes, unable to gaze at her soon to be rapist. Inspector Owner laughed at the sight of his helpless victim. Her underwear was removed, leaving her cold and naked on the iron chair. Her eyes were still tightly closed and so she didn't see him take out his dick. She did feel herself being lifted from the chair and being thrown onto the floor, where she began crying to herself. She was Miss 1956, 57 and hopefully 58 of Class Act magazine. How could he do this to her? But there was no point in resisting. He had the power, she did not, and they both knew that. She winced as he landed on top of her, pinching her breasts. Roughly, he shoved his dick into her and she bit her lip, trying not to squeal in pain. Her head banged on the cold metal floor as he pounded into her, again, and again. Just when she believed the nightmare would never ever end, he tensed up and filled her with all of his cum. Madeline felt tears trickling down her face. My god, she screamed to herself. I better not get pregnant with this bastard's child! The Inspector pulled out of her and threw her her clothes. She sat up, surprised that it was over so early. "Normally," he told her, "I would offer you to my friends here, but we're busy with other things tonight, so shove on your clothes. I hope that's taught you a lesson not to give your filthy body to even filthier black bastards~!" Quickly, Madeline pulled on her clothes for the second time that night. Hugo was unchained and they were both roughly handled out of the room and towards the exit. "Is that it? Aren't you going to try and find the murderer?" Hugo asked in disbelief. Madeline clung on to him, still sobbing. Owner laughed. "Why bother? He did a good thing, killing that nigger. The black porter was punished by being shot, and - " "For what?" Hugo yelled. "For being black?" Owner laughed. "Spot on, Mr. Kirby," he smiled. "And this slut here has just been punished for sleeping with such vermin. And good day to you." The door was slammed in their faces. Hugo and Madeline walked down back into the streets. They carried on walking in silence, both contemplating what had just happened. Finally, Hugo cleared his throat and looked at her. "The conductor said our luggage would be taken to the Station Hotel. We should go and collect them." Madeline nodded silently. They continued on, not speaking a word. Then, Hugo stopped. "What were you doing in there with a porter, Madeline?" "What the fuck do you think I was doing?" "Fucking a porter in your room, you could have lost him his job!" "No," Madeline retorted sharply. "No. Instead, I cost him his life." Hugo felt guilty for interrogating her. He could see tears in her eyes. She was obviously feeling extremely guilty. Not knowing what else to say, he told her," You shouldn't blame your self, Madeline." Madeline looked up at him. "What else can I do?" she said softly. "It was my fault he was in there in the first place, I persuaded him to, to..." she broke off, unable to look at Hugo. Hugo motioned for her to continue. "We were in there, doing, you know, and then suddenly the lights went out. I heard the door open fiercely and then the shot. I, I felt James go limp and he slipped from my grasp. I screamed and looked up." "What did you see?" Hugo asked. "No, I didn't see who ever it was clearly. It was dark, and I could just barely make out a figure slipping out of the door. Then someone else screamed and I then carried on screaming and screaming..." Hugo looked at her, pale. Madeline sighed. "I don't understand," she whispered. "I don't understand why anyone would want to kill him. He was merely a young black porter. No one cares about them. Why would someone want to shoot him?" Hugo suddenly stiffened. Madeline noticed this and looked at him. "What's wrong?" she asked. Hugo grabbed her hand and broke into a run, pulling her behind with him. "What's wrong?" she cried out again. Then it dawned upon her. "You don't think, no you can't." She paused. "You don't think the killer was aiming at me do you?" Hugo turned. "Why would anyone want to kill an unknown, considered inferior, porter? When there was you, heiress, rich with all your modeling fees and likely candidate for Miss 1958? A shot in the dark missed you and hit the porter, with whom you were unfortunately entwined with, rolling on the floor. Yes, the shot was obviously aimed at you. We must get you to safety quickly, because..." He looked onto the street, which was dark and deserted. The streetlights were dull, no match for the midnight darkness which had descended on the street. A dog's howl could be heard and the welcoming lights of the hotel were faint distant glows, too far. Hugo sighed. "Because... when whoever tried to kill you finds out that he missed, will surely be after you again..." _To Be Continued..._

She found him in the office just like he was most nights. She couldn't help but think why would someone who spent all day on a computer for work be on one at home. As she neared him she could see he wasn't playing a game like she thought but was watching porn. The video was of a short thin blonde girl with an average rack but a rather large ass that reminded her of herself and a larger dark haired man ravaging the young woman. Her heart sank a bit as normally they would watch such movies together. As she stood there watching it over his shoulder she got so turned on she didn't notice that he could see her reflection in the monitor. "Hey darlin, hope your not mad I'm watching this without you. This woman just reminded me of you and I could not stop watching it. It has been making me want you Katherine." He patted his leg motioning for her to sit down. She sat across his lap and draped an arm around his neck. "I'm not mad Erik, I mean its not like your in here playing with yourself your just watching it. Wish you would have told me though, the girls are asleep so We can have some fun." They both grinned at each other when they noticed the woman in the video was sitting on the mans face bouncing her ass up and down. Katherine felt Erik's big thick tool twitch underneath her and she got an idea. Standing up she pushed his chair back from the desk. "I want you to lay down on your back, since you ovisiously liked watching her do it youll get the same treatment." Erik was even more turned on, Katherine rarely took charge. So he did as instructed and laid on his back. A big smile came over his face as he watched his love remove her shorts and slide her boy cut panties off. She stood over him facing his feet then kneeled over him which placed her clit and lips right over his mouth and her round firm ass cheeks over the rest of his face. If she lowered herself another couple of inches she could smother him with her genitals. Erik's finger tips brushed their way up her thighs till they found her hips and grabbed them. He immediatly began to lick and suck on her privates as they dangled in his face. He began to pull on her hips shoving his tongue inside her hole while her cheeks covered his face. Katherine was grinding against his tongue, making her ass bounce in his face and could tell he loved it. She looked down and could see his package straining against the thin fabric of his gym shorts. Running a finger over the shaft made it jump and Erik groan. He wanted her to play with it but loved just worshipping her ass and pussy. His hands slide from her hips down to her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Exposing her tight little hole. She looked back at him over her shoulder with a devious grin. "I know what you wanna do but you can't play with my ass till you make me cum with your tongue so get back to work." This just made Erik even hornier and he began to suck on her clit hard. Flicking his tongue over it, swirling around it. She bucked against his mouth and grabbed onto his shorts. She could feel the orgasm cumming on. That was when he jammed his tongue inside her and dug his fingers into her juicy ass. The sensation of his thick tongue wiggling inside her was just what she needed. With a loud groan that bordered on a yell she came. Katherine may not have been a gusher but when she came her whole body would shutter. As she was recovering Erik took advantage of it and started to lick her ass burying his face berween her cheeks. He would smack her ass and could feel it jiggle against his face. She began to push back against his tongue trying to get him to probe her tight hole with it. He was more than eager to oblige, and started to push his tongue into her. Katherines moans started to turn more into growls. Erik had gotten her ass nice and wet before he started to push his finger into her. Wth an even more animalistic growl she leaned forward and pulled his shorts down to reveal a rock hard cock staring her in the face. The massive cock head was inches from her lips, she couldn't help but run her tongue from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. A groan could be heard from behind her and then Erik bit her ass. His teeth on her flesh always felt amazing. She slowly wrapped her lips around his swollen member and worked it into her mouth inch by inch. It didn't take her long to get Eric's thick 8 in tool into her throat. Erik continued to finger fuck her ass while he was being serviced. He loved the feel of her mouth enveloping him but couldn't wait to have her begging for him to fuck her ass. With his middle & ring fingers in her ass he slid his thumb into her pussy and began moving them in unison. Katherine stopped bobbing her head and just kept him in her mouth as she enjoyed her man playing with both of her holes. She knew tonight was gonna be a fun night. Erik started to thrust up forcing himself deeper into her mouth. While he was thrusting up Katherine matched his movement going down. He started to throb in her mouth as his thrusts became more frequent and she knew he was close. Placing her hands on his thighs she got his cock as deep as she could just as he unloaded. Several streams of thick cum shot down her throat before the rest filled her mouth. She kept him in her mouth expecting him to go soft but he didn't. They laid on the floor for a moment trying to catch their breath and recover. Katherine slowly stood up and climb off Erik. He got up, grabbed her hand and lead her throught the house and out onto the back porch. "You were incontrol before but now its my turn. Put your hands on the railing and bend over. It's time for your vitamin E injection." He couldn't help but grin saying the last part. Katherine did as she was told. She grabbed the railing and bent over, wiggling her ass. Erik put one hand on her hips and used the other to guide himself into her. The walls of her pussy were wet, warm and welcoming. Knowing how much she wanted it, he took his time.Teasing her would only make her want him more. Inch by inch he slide into her then would pull out to just the tip and go further into her. "Baby please give me it all to me. I want you to fill me up. I wanna know that you are as deep inside me as you can be." He grabbed onto her hips and in one stroke was balls deep in her. They both moaned enjoying the sensation. Then Erik began to pick up th pace of his thrusts. Making her breasts bounce each time their bodies made contact. The slapping of their skin sounded in the country air around them. She began to push back forcing him deeper into her. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her back. Lacing one arm under her elbows he was able to make her arch her back. Now he really began to pound her as hard as he could. With her hands being forced behind her back Katherine took advantage of it and pulled her cheeks apart allowing him to get even deeper inside. Erik knew she wanted him to cum inside her but he didnt wanna fill her velvelt box. He had other plans of where that load was gonna go. Erik was so caught up in his thoughts he almost missed the tale tale signs of Katherines orgasm coming to fruition. Her legs began to shake and he could feel her tightening. Using his free hand he reached around and began to rub her clit. This sent her over the edge and she came all over his cock. Releasing her arms she clutched the railing for support. He slowly withdrew which caused her to whimper as she wanted him inside her again, she wanted to feel him cum for her. Erik walked a short distance away and grabbed a bar stool that they kept outside for when they had guests over. Bringing it back over to her, he told her sit on it but on the edge as to have her ass hanging off of it. She did as she was instructed and sat down. Erik produced a small bottle of lube from the pockets of his shorts. Putting some on his fingers he began to probe her ass while making a line down his cock with it. The moment Katherine felt the warm slippery fingers slide into her back door she knew why he brought the stool over and couldn't wait. He made sure that her hole and his pole were both well lubed. Postioning himself behind her he began to very slowly push the big thick head of his cock against her rosebud. She began to bite her lip as Erik penetrated her. To make it easier and allow him deeper access she again reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. It seemed to take forever but soon he was all the way inside her. They didn't move for a couple minutes allowing her to adjust to him. Then he began to pull out, she could hear him opening the bottle of lube and then feeling the liquid between her ass cheeks. Euphoria washed over her as he slide back into her this time much easier. Erik grabbed a handful of her beautiful blonde hair and pulled her head back. "Oh my god baby, your ass feels so good. I'm gonna fuck you nice and good then I'm gonna fill your tight ass with my load. Do you want that?" All Katherine could do was nod and whimper out a yes. His thrusts started to gain power and speed slowly causing her cheeks to bounce. He tried to hold off cumming as they didn't do anak often so her ass as tight as hell. He managed to slide all the way back inside her before he came. Unleashing what felt like the most cum Erik had ever shot, deep in her ass. Feeling him orgasm caused Katherine to cum once again this time with a loud growl. He collapsed onto her back panting and kissing her skin. He slid out of her as he softened. Helping her off the chair they walked inside the house to clean up and crawl into bed. They both knew they'd pass out after hitting the sheets.

[F4M] Get Home Soon [calling you at work] Mentions of being [bent over your desk] [doggystyle] [blowjob] [rough] [marking] [begging] [Mdom] \--------------------------------------------- Description: You've been away from me too long... I need to cum!! And I can't stop thinking about all the things I want to do with you. I know you're trying to get stuff done on your business trip, but I just couldn't help myself... Recommendations: She's very confident, but there are places where genuine desperation should enter her voice. She's addicted to her man, and she fucking loves it. \----------------------------------------------------------- Hey baby, don't listen to this until you get back to your hotel room. I'll wait. ;) You've been so exhausted the past few days. I know you've been working really hard over there, getting everything taken care of so you can get back home to me quickly. I hate when you're away this long, I miss you so much, and you know I get so worked up thinking of you while you're gone... Thinking of you, all hunched over your desk, eyebrows furrowed, loosening your tie so you can concentrate...unff. Baby, can you blame me for acting up a little bit? I'm sorry I've been sending so many pictures to you at work, I know you're trying to focus... But I can't help it, I want you to be thinking of me while you're away... All wrapped up in my new lingerie like a little present for you. I can't wait to show you my favorite one when you get home. Did you like that last picture I sent? Me, bent over the desk in your office, that tiny little leather mini skirt barely covering my ass, those red high heels you love so much making my back arch, my little red thong just barely peeking out from under my skirt? I know how much you love to fuck me like that, bent over your desk. You say you hate it when I interrupt you while you're working, but from how hard you pound into me when you're punishing me for walking in on you while you're trying to get things done...I think you secretly like it. I know I do... My favorite part is when you wrap my hair around your hand and force me to my knees, make me unzip your pants with my teeth and take you deep into my throat until I'm gagging on your thick cock. My head bobbing up and down on your shaft as you use my mouth as your own personal little fucktoy. I breathe when you think I deserve it and I fucking love it when you force yourself down my throat until I'm desperate, then give me a second to catch my breath, pulling out so that my tongue slides from the base of your cock all the way to the tip... You almost never let me use my hands--you know if you let me stroke you hard, while I swirl my tongue around your shaft, swallowing hard around you, you'd cum right away. (giggles) And we can't have that. Sometimes you're not satisfied with making me gag on your cock...sometimes you get so angry with me, you have to bend me over your desk and yank my skirt up to my waist. One hand is tearing my blouse open from behind, buttons flying everywhere--do you have any idea how many of my shirts you've ruined? (giggles)--and the other is delivering a few sharp smacks to my ass, making me pant and beg you to fuck me, *pleeease baby.* But you're not going to give me what I want right away, no, you reach down between my thighs and push my panties to the side, rubbing my clit in soft little circles until I'm bucking into your hand. Telling me to moan louder like the little slut that I am. Sometimes you tease me until I'm sobbing, rubbing your cock against my ass, never letting me quite get what I need... Until I'm squirming against you as you press me down into the desk, my cheek pressed against whatever project you're currently working on, probably smearing the page, but you don't care by now, you're driving yourself into me, grabbing my hips hard. I'm gasping your name, I'm clutching at your desk, leaving new scratches on the wood, pushing back into you as you pound my pussy until I can't see. I'm so wet by now it's dripping down my thighs, coating you in my honey that you love so much... No, changed my mind. My favorite part is that moment, when you growl in my ear as you fuck me hard because you just. Can't. Fucking. Control it anymore. Calling me your little slut, asking me exactly who I belong to, pinning my wrists above my head so that you can continue to slap my ass so hard I know it'll leave marks. You know the answer, baby. You know I'm yours. Who else could make me scream the way you do? I'm writhing and squeezing around you, sometimes you let me cum if you're feeling generous, but so often you'll stop, slowing down, pulling almost all the way out of my dripping pussy before sliding back into me, as if you have all the time in the world. You make me beg you again. Please, please fuck me hard, baby. Give me all of that thick cock, make me feel good, *pleeeeease.* You take yourself out of me completely and plunge two fingers into me, curling and thrusting until I'm coming hard around your fingers--fuck, baby I'm sorry I can't help touching myself when I talk about this--and you reach your fingers up and make me taste myself, make me suck on your fingers the way you made me suck your cock, my tongue tracing up and down, you shoving them roughly down my throat, making me choke. You keep them there as you speed up, fucking me into your desk as I'm sucking on your fingers, cumming hard around your cock, my pussy milking every last drop of cum out of you when you join me... I fucking love walking out of your office afterwards with your cum dripping down my thighs, hair a fucking mess and the biggest grin on my face... Hmmm, thinking about you has me soooo wet, baby. I haven't been able to stop touching myself whenever I'm alone since you left for this trip. I need my fix. I'm looking for new ways to piss you off...new ways to interrupt you. I'll let you get back to work for now, but... Promise me you'll be home soon, baby?

I was on my knees today, simply cleaning under the bed when I came across a box of photos. I was curious, so I opened them up and immediately felt my cheeks glow a fiery red. I picked up each one, remembering the times we shared at the lake. Those were the pictures on the top. The polaroid snapshots of you laying on the pier naked, your cock hard and your fingers wrapped around your meat. I recalled snapping the pictures and when you came I was eye level with your spraying milk. The fact that I needed you was apparent, since I managed many shots of our sexes joined. It was hard to take those pictures and if I recall, you and I both agreed we were going to purchase a video camera when we got home. I moved past the lake shots and grinned as I ran my fingers down the glossy images of the 35 mm we used and set up in our hotel room the night we celebrated our anniversary. You were excited to see the camera sitting there on a tripod and me laying on the center of the bed wearing a tiny thong and a bra obviously too small for me, because pictures don't lie and my boobs were practically hanging out. I sat there gazing at photos of your tongue lapping at my nipples, and your fingers thrusting into my slick pussy. The lights were low, but they still made my cunt juices glisten. There are shots of your cock sliding into the hot, pink home where only your dick has been. . . well yours and that toy you bought me. Yeah, there is a picture in here of that too. After those I found the digital pictures of our fuck fest during the vacation to the coast. Baby, I think you know what they showed me. They showed the adventure we had with our friends, Brenda and Alan. I miss them. Their deaths were tragic, but we have their memories, or so I do and I have ours too. I sat there on the floor and smiled as I watched you enjoy the experience of your first man and I enjoyed my first taste of a woman. I know Brenda and Alan had a good time, besides the photos, we all did enjoy a few more romps together, before they moved away and we lost them. God, baby, you look so hot sucking on that hard cock of his and I know the picture of my red haired pussy covered by Brenda's long pink tongue always made you hard. There was more in the box, but by now, I was in a bit of a dilemma. I was slick and wet, but also sad. How does one deal with passion when they are full of desire, yet full of memories of loves now gone? I sat the photos out on the bed and laid next to them. I stared at each one as my fingers parted the sides of my robe and I found myself exploring the areas that had been explored in the photos. God, baby, I was so hot as my fingers felt the ridge of my collarbone and the dip where they join. I imagined you behind me and your hands moved down my ribs and then up to cup my breasts. I stared at a picture that I took of your dick and I could almost feel it sliding in behind me. I lifted my leg and sent my fingers down to my pussy where I toyed with my hot, moist opening. Another picture caught my attention and I moaned as my fingers dove deep, just like your tongue did the day it was taken. We fucked hard didn't we? Often too? We loved though, slow, torturous caresses that drove me mad with desire and you too, if my memory serves me right. It often does. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed in the scent of my pussy, wishing to the Heavens that your scent was with me. Suddenly it was and I knew the thoughts of you were taking me to a level of ecstasy that I rarely reach anymore. I could hear your voice in my ear demanding me to come. I could feel your teeth on my neck and your fingers on my hips as I showered my hand with my fluids. No one was there to hear my gasps, groans and grunts of carnal pleasure. No one was there to feel the hot liquid spill from my pussy. No one was there to witness the glistening juices fill my palm and coat my fingers, or to see me bring them to my lips and cleanse them with my tongue. I opened my eyes and saw a picture of us, holding hands and looking out at the sunset. Baby, I miss you, need you, and long to be in your arms again. . .but for now, I have the box of pictures and the memories of our youth.

'Name's Ted, but because I am a Scouser down in London, you have guessed it, my followers call me Scouse. A plumber on building sites. The same followers say that I am built like a shithouse door! With the 'Vacant' notice written on my forehead. really I'm six feet tall with a broad hairy chest, hair which I had transferred from my head downwards. Yes, Madame, right down. Talking about right down you will be wondering what size of cavity I keep my brains in? A lady graciously measured it for me last time I had it out and she said it was eight and three quarter inches when it was awesomely angry. It was directly after she scraped it's full length with her teeth and she had had her stinky finger in my ass two and a half knuckles deep. Building sites all over Britain, probably the World are the same. You have an able body of men who are craftsmen in their own right and women prey on us like wanton eagles. Their men-folk, if they have such a thing are either too lazy or to busy womanising or pub crawling to bother about things what go wrong in the household. And so, if anything goes wrong, what do they say?, 'I know I will go and ask one of the guys at that building site down the road.' 'Scouse, there's a woman asking for you at the gate, Mate.' 'Right, Chippy, I will go and see what she wants? Take five Jerry, cover for me if the gaffer comes snooping around, tell him I have gone for a shit or something.' She was a sight for Scouse's sore eyes. Just the average tallish blonde with the average drop dead gorgeous legs up to her ass which had His Nibs looking for trouser space. Being an ass-man-extraordinaire encouraged my handsome features to take on an appreciation of her womanhood look. Leering? Whose leering? 'Yes, Love, what can I do for you?' Her eyes had clocked my male normal reaction to her sexy body she gradually cranked her head back up to notice that my eyes were brown and full of Chippies saw-dust and were now clocking her voluptuous tits. Her very low cut floral dress revealed the depths one could sink into when one was looking for bosom snugness or just a place to rest ones weary head. His Nibs twitched to remind me to tell you that he likes what he commonly calls tit-rolls. I am sure you ladies have another name for the practice. I only know it makes me feel content and very happy. 'Are you Scouse, the Plumber?' 'Yes, is this important, Love?' 'I live next door to the site and something has gone wrong with my water, can you find the stop-cock for me and turn it off?' 'I will have a look, Darling. Lead on.' I strolled nonchalantly along behind her to check out her bum waggle. She was doing her impersonation of a pregnant eiderdown duck. His Nibs was now making a bell-tent out of my best bib-and-brace overalls. She turned into the first gateway and the curtains from adjacent neighbours suddenly needed the occupants attention in their particular form of draping. I followed into her back kitchen to have her throw her arms around my neck and kiss me smack on my aghast lips. Her tongue speared. My tongue beat the retreat. There was nothing wrong with the boiler in her pussy because His Nibs was nicely warmed when he snuggled in real close. My size ten hands gripped her ample buttocks and she moaned into my mouth and thrust her womb hard against my now extremely uncomfortable cock. She whispered in my ear, 'You will have to remove my knickers before you will be able to find the leakage, Scouse.' By this time I had rolled up the back of her dress and was inside the elasticated top of her knickers. My stinky finger was already feeling for cracks and holes in the bodywork. She was a very intelligent woman because she stood on her tip-toes to aid and abet my anal foraging finger. Her anal reflexes were superb. Suction and muscle contractions were A1 too. She farted when my finger displaced some air. So her pressure relief valve was okay. 'Oh! You have found it! That's where the leak is, Scouse. Can you fix it for me?' 'Well, I don't have my tool-bag with me, but we could improvise. I do have my diploma for back-doors and the appendage attached is quite lengthy. I will need some lubricant as an aid to further the internal Pipe-way-In-depth Inspection. The ins and outs of it is, yes, I think if we work hard together I should be able to fix things to your satisfaction, Madam. 'Does that mean you will fuck me in my ass, then?' I whipped down my trousers and boxers to allow her to look at my prize tattoo above my pubic hair. For the lay-reader it is a picture of crossed cocks and balls and the words below saying, '' We always aim to please.'' Of course she had to move His Nibs out of the way by popping a reasonable proportion into her mouth. It's nice to have a quiet busy woman around. She was a craftswoman, an artiste, a real professional cock sucker of unique talents. I leaned over her and returned my finger to her anal folds having scooped up a dollop of margarine out of the margarine dish which was reclining on the kitchen table. I have my boy-scouts badge for getting in and out of tight spots. The way she was waggling her bum, she was enjoying the less- caloric spread fingered into her asshole. My balls climbed up my cock-shaft and hit the alarm bell telling me my one woman congregation was about to dine on the sacred sperm. I stepped back smartly and there was a popping sound as if I had pulled a cork out of My Ladies bottle. 'Sorry, Love. You were about to drink my fillers designed for your kind of leak stopping. Right! Let's press onwards and upwards. Turn round and bend over the table and step out of your knickers as I lower them for you. This young handsome plumber has a great need to fuck you up your delectable arsehole. However, not before I have tasted the nectar oozing out of your golden shrine. You are some fuck, Baby!' I paid homage by kneeling and using my skilled hands to part her cheekiness. The Margarine was glistening out of her bum and white juices from her succulent cunt and I was undecided which to guzzle first. I started by sucking the nub of her clitoris in between my teeth and nibbling it which made her buck like an excitable mule. She also squirted secretions over my face and neck which made me smell like a toilet seat in a brothel. Don't ask! No I have not sniffed a toilet seat in a brothel. Next, I went for a slurping good time into her dripping pussy with tongue and pursed lips. I didn't know I was so thirsty, the more I sucked the more she rewarded me with her love juices. Her fucking motions on my tongue was great fun. By this time my nose was having intercourse with her anus and the margarine spread. Which reminded His Nibs why he was stowed between my legs and no one elses. I stood up laboriously and lined up on the job ahead. I slapped her thigh hard and she yelled out 'Ouch!' and I pressed home my attack. There I go, boasting again. It was His Nibs and her hungry bum, they got it together without my help. She sucked in and my cock whistled into full depth like a dip-stick. My balls kissed her pussy, 'Hello, Pussy!' For the rest of the fuck I behaved like a rag-doll being shunted in and out under total control of the pair of them. I must admit though by the time the fantastic feeling registered in my Corgi registered brain I realised I was having a fucking lovely time. My bollocks felt as if they had been dehydrated by a vacuum-cleaner. I returned to the building site praying that Madam, next time would need an electrician or a joiner, maybe? To crown it all my mates asked me why I was walking bow-legged? I said, 'It was a secret.'

**Chapter 1 How It All Started** I guess I'm a typical woman. I love pretty lingerie, shoes, especially high heels, clothes, make up. I work in corporate America in a senior consulting position. My normal work clothes are a fitted suit with either a skirt or pants or a dress worn with heels and pantyhose. I still dress like that now however, my pantyhose wearing days came to an end one evening a few years ago and I've never looked back. I was invited to a corporate social event and couldn't say no. I like going to these because I like to network and a lot of business has come from socializing. I didn't want to go alone, so I asked a guy I was seeing to escort me. It was a "semi formal" event, elegant short dresses (as opposed to gowns) and dark suits for the gentlemen. I decided to wear a clingy, fitted black dress that came to just above my knees. It was a halter top style so I didn't need a bra. My breasts swelled out of the top. I wore a necklace with a pendant that nestled sweetly in my cleavage. I wanted to go bare legs so I tried the dress on with a pair of panties and in the mirror I could see the panty line. I got out a pair of toe to waist ultra sheer black pantyhose, tried them on under the dress with no panties and presto, no panty line. I wore 4 ½ inch black stiletto heel pumps and carried a small bag. I spent a lot of time on my hair and makeup and when I was ready, I looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself. My date picked me up and I could see in his eyes he approved of what he saw. We had a good time. We had a few drinks, had dinner and danced a bit. Every time we danced, he was uncomfortable holding me close. I had a feeling I knew why so I got very close and I could feel the beginning of an erection. This got me turned on and before you knew it; my nipples were straining against my dress, begging for attention. That caught his attention. I'm a bit of a tease, so when ever we danced I snuggled as close as I could and I could feel him getting harder and harder. That only got me going so I ground up against him. He was squirming! I was getting wet. We sat as close as possible in the car. He walked me to my apartment door, leaned over and gave me a goodnight kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I started to put my tongue in his mouth when I felt his hand on my breast. I pulled my mouth away and asked him if he wanted to come in for coffee or something. He said "Something would be nice." We got into my apartment and collapsed on the couch. His hand went in my dress and straight for my nipples. I leaned back and groaned. I reached behind my neck, undid the clasp, let the top down. He knelt down and I grabbed his head and pulled it to my breasts and he started to kiss and suck and caress first one then the other. His tongue swirled around my nipple, driving me wild. I reached down and could feel his hard cock through his pants. I gently massaged it; carefully because I didn't want him to come until I was ready. He was moaning and thrusting. I told him to stand up, take off his shirt and pants and lie down on the floor. I stood, straddling his face. Imagine his view, seeing my heels, long nylon clad legs disappearing under my dress, my bare breasts, nipples hard, just waiting to be caressed . I reached back, unzipped my dress and let it fall on his face I stepped out of it, still straddling his face and kicked it out of the way with my heels. I thought his cock was going to rip through his shorts. I turned around and sat on his face, grinding my dripping wet nylon clad pussy in his mouth. I lay on top of him and gently pulled his cock out. I ran my tongue down the underside slowly, down and up and took it in my mouth. I went up and down, swirling my tongue over the head. He was groaning and heaving and desperately trying to eat my pussy thru the pantyhose. I ground my wet, nylon clad pussy harder into his face wanting to feel his tongue on my clit. I felt his hands move, heard a tear and suddenly I had a heavenly tongue exploring my pussy. He started to eat me, paying attention to my cilt and gently inserting a finger to explore my G spot. I was in heaven, a tongue on my clit, a finger gently rubbing my G spot and a gorgeous cock in my mouth when he suddenly came, filling my mouth with cum and then I came in a huge earthmoving orgasm. I collapsed on him, totally exhausted, cum dribbling from my mouth. I rolled over and had a look. I was still wearing my heels and panty hose but he had ripped the crotch out of them to get to my pussy. He told me he loved the way I looked, nylon clad legs, killer heels cum on my face and a somewhat limp cock in my hand. We cleaned up but he wouldn't let me take off the panty hose and heels. We lay in bed and he ran his hands up and down my legs and told me how sexy I looked and how he always loved stockings, heels and how they turned him on. "Have you ever worn a garter belt?" he asked me, "I think you would look so sexy"

_Author's Note: This story is at the request of a married couple. Their names and occupations have been changed to protect their identity. Please enjoy the start of your story, dear readers. There is plenty to follow in your wife's adventure._ ***** Pam Smith was quietly getting ready for work and did not want to wake her husband. His job with the fire department meant he sometimes had to work odd hours and he had only been home a short time. It took time for her to adjust to his crazy schedule, but now found it to be an important part of her routine. She had already decided what she would be wearing the previous night and avoided looking at the conservative dress. Pam hated having to dress prim and proper for her much loved employment, but a third grade school teacher was expected to dress a certain way. At least she could wear the garter belt and old fashioned stockings without raising any eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her athletic body, which was no small feet for a fifty year old woman who had given birth to several children. Pam went to the gym religiously three times a week and the work definitely paid off. She had seen plenty of women let themselves go after having children, but she never allowed that to happen. She wanted to look good for John and he loved her effort. The black garter belt played nicely against her pale flesh. The black stockings looked great on her long legs. Her black lace bra concealed her pinkish-brown nipples under the fabric and she wished she didn't have to wear a bra at all. She was small enough to easily justify going without for the rest of her life, but the risk was too great. She could never risk her nipples pressing against her dress while at work. There was a time she liked concealing her tits, but John had made her very happy with her own body. She finished getting ready and quietly left her apartment in the hopes she would be able to avoid that creepy super. Mr. Jacobs never bothered to hide his leering at the women in the building, even when his much younger wife was standing right next to him. Tanya Jacobs was very attractive and could easily have any man she wished. She had no idea what the woman saw in the old pervert. She wanted to tell John about the way he looked at her, but knew he would react with his fists to defend her honor. She loved living in that building and liked her neighbors. The last thing she wanted was to make a change of living arrangements. Not to mention the difficulty in making the police understand why her husband would assault anyone. Pam could deal with the creepy super by ignoring him, which was the best solution she could come up with and it had worked well for her. Pam was in luck and able to escape without being spotted by the pervert, since the last thing she wanted was for anyone to ruin her day. She was going to have another student teacher in her class, which always put her in a good mood. Despite all the years she had spent teaching her kids, she had never lost the fire in her heart for her job. Her love of the profession was great and encouraging the next generation to work towards their own passion for her profession was a very close second. That day it was to be Benson Hughs and she knew very little about the young man. His name was one of countless that had learned from her and she would hold his hand every step of the way. Pam would ensure that he would be able to get past the frustrations that came with being a student teacher and remind him of the fire when needed. Every student teacher had their ups and downs, which is why she wanted to guide towards their success. Pam walked to her classroom and found Benson Hughs waiting for her. His skin was the color of ebony and his eyes were very dark, which she found a little exciting for some strange reason. She had to look up to see his face as she approached the young man and his smile matched her own. He was very handsome for someone a good thirty years her junior and wondered why the thought crossed her mind. She had never been tempted to stray and was not about to start now. They made small talk to pass the time and found the two of them clicked immediately. Her kids arrived and the pleasant conversation was cut short. Third graders needed constant supervision and she loved it, but there was no time to pick up where they had left off. With her own children no longer living at home, this was a chance for her to recapture some of what she lost. There was nothing she would do to ever put her job at risk, since she loved every moment she had with her kids. Once her kids were gone for the day, she asked the young man with the fire of teaching in his dark eyes, "How did you like your first day, Mr. Hughs." He smiled and said, "Please, call me Benson. I loved every moment of it. Thank you, Mrs. Smith." She looked at her watch and said, "If I'm calling you Benson, then you should call me Pam. Are you hungry?" He nodded and said, "Famished, Pam." She smiled and said, "Good, because I am taking you out to dinner to celebrate your first day." He looked down at her wedding ring and asked, "Won't your husband get upset if your late?" She looked into his dark eyes and said, "He's a fireman and works odd hours. He's probably just now leaving for the station. How about it, Benson? Dinner on me?" He smiled broadly as he said, "Since you put it that way, Pam, it sounds great." She asked, "Do you have a car?" He shook his head and said, "No. I took the bus." She said, "It's a good thing I do." They talked all the way to the restaurant and she decided she really liked the fire in the young man even more. She ordered herself a gin and tonic and apologized for not being able to get him something stronger than the ice tea. Pam was well aware of what they did to her, but one wouldn't hurt. His hands brushed against hers several times and she could not help the pleasant sensations she was feeling. On the drive home, his hand kept brushing against her and she realized she liked the clumsy attempt by someone so much younger. She knew she should stop the advancements, but could not bring herself to do anything other than enjoy what was happening. Pam stopped in front of his apartment and his lips pressed against hers. For a moment, she allowed the passion to take over, but quickly pulled herself together and pulled away. He said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. We'll call it an accident and leave it at that. Deal?" He nodded and said, "Deal." The week flew by and she was eating dinner with him every night at different restaurants to avoid anyone recognizing her giving a repeat performance at a restaurant with someone that was not her husband. His hands continued to find ways to touch different parts of her body and she even found the occasion to do the same. She would drive him home and they would part with a great deal of sexual tension building between them. They both wanted to kiss the other deeply, but managed to fight the urge. Friday had arrived and John was going to be gone for the weekend. She hated weekends like this, because the apartment was far too empty for her. Pam was having a hard time adjusting to the loneliness that she had never known before. Unlike many of her fellow teachers, she did not go out on the weekends at all. The music she loved was never played in any of the clubs, but she could listen at home and remember when the music was great. They had stopped at a restaurant to celebrate his first week, which was a little darker inside than the others. She felt his hand caress her legs and slowly work between her thighs. Pat gave an approving look with her smile and her hand started to caress his knee. Her legs parted a little beneath her black dress and he started to inch closer to what they both wanted. She had never been tempted to stray until this moment and knew she had to do something to bring it to an end. Instead of saying what she should have, Pam asked, "Do you want to come back to my place, Benson?" He smiled and she felt herself melt at his gaze, then asked, "What about your husband?" She was losing herself completely as she said, "He has fire training and will be gone all weekend." His hands pressed a little further towards a place that was starting to get very wet, then said, "I'll get the check." It was a difficult drive as his hands were causing her to want to focus on something other than the road. She was getting wetter with each mile that passed and finally reached her building without causing an accident. Pam lead him to her apartment and opened the door for the young man she was on the verge of crossing a line. She closed the door behind them and locked it, then lost herself completely in his eyes. Her lips met his and her knees felt very week and she used her arms to support her body. His hands were caressing her back and slowly working their way down to her ass. Her hands moved down the front of his powerful body and she could feel his massive dick pressing hard for release. Pam had no idea just how big he was, but from what she could feel, it was massive. She was losing herself more and more to his mouth and the exploration of their hands. Her fingers nervous worked to release his manhood and his tongue was making her lose all sense of herself. She reached between the fabric and his dark flesh, then felt his head in her hand and knew his girth must be fantastic. Her free hand pressed his clothing down and she was finally able to appreciate the fullness of the young man with both of her hands. Pam broke the very passionate kiss and slowly lowered herself down, since her brown, hazel eyes had to see what her hands were just starting to explore with great pleasure. His ebony dick was bigger than anything she ever imagined possible and smiled at the way it looked pressed against her pale fingers. Her eyes focused on the massive dick and she could see the tip start to glisten from her touch. Pam pressed her pink tongue to taste him and loved the saltiness of what she found. Her tongue started to explore more of his head and her hands started to move slowly on his shaft. He gave a pleasant sigh to show his appreciation and Pam smiled at his reaction. She loved everything about his manhood and slowly explored what was before her. Her lips parted and she began to take part of him inside of her. The feeling of her lips as they stretched to accommodate the girth was something she found enjoyable and had to have more of his perfection. She pressed further and felt his head on her tongue, which caused an explosion of sensations within her. Pam's hands started to move up and down his massive shaft a little quicker, which caused her to feel wonderful things in her hands. She pressed her head forward and quickly reached the gagging point, but held herself in place as she could go no further. His hands reached out for her head and she felt waves of pleasure as he stroked her long, brown hair. Pam attempted to take the man further, but could not get any of him into her throat. Judging by the moans, he didn't appear to mind one bit, but it bothered her greatly. Pam started to move her head with much more determination, but each time he would stop at the same place inside of her mouth. His hands started to tighten and she knew he was very close to giving her something very special. She moved her head back and allowed only the tip of his head to remain and her hands moved with greater determination. She felt a powerful blast of white hit the back of her throat and coughed, but did not pull away. He twitched hard several times and each brought a fresh shot of salty wonder to her tongue. Pam loved the way her mouth felt as it slowly filled to the breaking point. The white of his release sent chills down her spine and loved the way he felt leaking out of her tight seal of her lips. The last twitch meant there was no more to give her and wished for one more shot into her very full mouth. She could feel him dripping down her chin and carefully released the tip with minimal loss of his precious release. Pam pressed her lips together and swallowed all that she had. The sensation of him sliding down her throat was incredible and she wished there were far more to give her. She released his softening dick from her hands and he fell back into a chair to recover. Pam got up and looked into his glazed eyes with a smile and knew he must be pleased. She was not expecting any response, since his breathing told her all she needed to know. Pam grinned down at him and said, "Wait right there, Benson. I'm going to get into something more comfortable for you." She saw the front door was slightly ajar and kicked herself for not doing a better job of concealing her actions from anyone with prying eyes, like the creepy super. Her hand closed the door and she felt the sense of deja vu as her fingers secured the locks. Her eyes looked at his face as she passed him and saw the contentment of her actions still very visible. Pam left for her bedroom, John's bedroom, and she quickly pushed the thought of her husband to the back of her mind. The unspeakable line had already been crossed and there was no going back. She looked in the mirror and saw some of Benson's white on her chin and used her finger to bring it to her mouth. It was not quite as pleasurable on her tongue as when it came directly from his source, but still very good. She sucked her finger until there was nothing left for her to find, then started the process of removing every stitch of clothing. Pat selected a black garter belt and black, silk stockings, which were put on with great care. She smiled as she looked down at her athletic legs and rubbed her hands up and down the silk to ensure they were perfect. She carefully selected her most seductive lingerie and know he would have no difficulty in seeing every part of her that should never be seen by anyone, except her husband. She was on the verge of calling out to him, but stopped herself and pulled out the only type of lube her husband ever allowed. It is for anal and John made it very clear to her, over the years, how much he wants to do that with her. She loved her husband very much, but the pain she instinctively knew to be there during anal was not something she ever wanted to happen. Pam had no other choice, since she wanted to feel his massive cock in her throat and there was no other way. Checking herself in the mirror to ensure everything was perfect, she called out, "Benson, I'm ready. Come to my bedroom." She heard him call back, "On my way, Pam." She saw his naked body for the first time as he appeared in the doorway and her eyes got lost in his athletic body. Pam could feel his eyes soaking her in and wanted to smile up at him, but she could not break away from his ebony cock and balls. Regardless of the softness of his shaft, it was a pleasure to see. He walked to her and her hands started to caress his body, while his hands started their own exploration over her lingerie. As he made contact with her small tits, her already hardened nipples got impossibly harder and a moan escaped her lips. Her hands reached down to his perfect manhood and they let out shared sighs of pleasure. She loved the way his ebony balls felt in her hands and started to feel them with a sense of great desire building within her body. Pam guided him to her bed and made certain the lube was close to their bodies. She was more than wet enough to take him, but wanted to have her hands on a slick shaft as it slowly hardened at her touch. His eyes brightened when he saw what type of lube and knew what he was thinking. She had no interest in ruining the mood, so she kept quiet about something that was not going to happen. She could always break it to him later and hoped he would understand. Her hands were very slick from the lube as she started to move them up and down his softened shaft. Pam's eyes were lost in the glistening skin her touch was starting to leave behind. Slowly her hands moved across its entirety and she felt him jump at her touch. Again, her lips parted to take his head in her mouth and her tongue was salivating at tasting him once again. The lube made it easy to accommodate his girth, which caused her lips to open wide. Even in this state of slow hardening, she could feel her mouth open wide for him. Her hands worked his shaft with touch of desire and the twitching became far more pronounced. Each twitch in her mouth sent ripples of pleasure through body. She moved her head down on his mostly hardened dick and pushed past the gag point with tremendous determination. She felt her throat expand to accommodate the mass and she loved the sensation it sent through her body. His hands moved to the back of her head and he started to moan in pleasure. She pulled back a little to get some air, then took a deep breath right before forcing him all the way down her throat. The pressure inside of her was intense and she was getting wetter by the moment. Pam could wait no longer, since her wet hole was aching to be filled by his manhood. She slowly released his shaft from her mouth and felt the emptiness he was leaving behind. There was little doubt in her mind that she would feel that wonderful fullness many more times. His hands followed her up and he did not try to force her back down, which she found to be a little disappointing. She looked into his eyes as she spread her legs over his massive shaft and pulled the lingerie away to prevent it from interfering with her desired entry. His hands moved between the material and her flesh, then started to make their way to her small tits. She felt her pink hole open very wide and she moaned at the sensation it sent throughout her entire body. Pam felt his strong hands reach her tits and easily covered them completely and could feel the pressure on her very sensitive nipples. She lowered herself down with ease and was grateful for the assistance the lube was bringing. Considering the size of the young man, there was room for doubt about taking him this easily with only the wetness of her pussy to assist her in the pleasure he was bringing. His fingers started to squeeze her nipples and she let out a fresh moan from the pleasure of his touch. Pam had him all the way inside of her and loved the feeling of fulness his dark dick brought to her pink hole. He was reaching places that had never been touched and it added greatly to her growing pleasure of the moment. She kept him buried deep while his hands moved from her tits to her ass and the sensation he brought increased drastically. He squeezed her firm, round cheeks and she moaned in appreciation for the added pleasure it brought. Pam started to move her body up and down on his massive shaft and his hands dug in tightly, which caused her to moan much louder. Her brown and hazel eyes lost themselves in his dark eyes, which caused her to lose herself completely to him. Every movement inside of her send waves of pleasure she had never known before and started to increase her tempo. His hands moved and she could feel his fingers slowly working their way across her crack to her virgin hole. Pam was more than willing to let his fingers touch whatever part of her body they desired. His fingers reached their destination and she felt herself tighten at his touch. The sensation of being of him coming in contact with that particular spot caused her body to be filled with a new height of pleasure. Her rhythm reached the point of being hard and fast, which caused him to be rammed deep inside of her. She felt his fingers start to spread her open and she was on the verge of feeling something wonderful. Her eyes stayed open as long as she could force them and saw his head go back. He let out a grunt and her eyes closed tightly. Her wave of orgasmic pleasure was intensified by feeling him unload deep inside of her. He dug in tightly and it forced her tight hole to open a little more. There was no sensation of pain at all, since there was no room for anything other than the incredible pleasure her body was feeling. Each shared release sent new waves through every cell in her body and they cried out together in their orgasmic symphony. With each new release of white from him, she felt a new part of her touched and screamed out for more. She forced herself down to take all that he could give her and was rewarded by a powerful shot a little deeper than at any other point in their shared release. Their twitching subsided and she collapsed onto his ebony chest. His fingers relaxed and her hole closed tightly once again. She could feel him start to soften inside of her, but could still feel what he had given buried deep within her. Pam hated the softening of his perfect manhood, since he would soon be free of her pink hole completely. Her eyes started to close as she felt the last of him leave her body and listened to his strong heart beating beneath his chest. She felt empty without him inside, but at least she had his gift for her still deep within. Pam allowed sleep to come, since her body needed to rest after the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.

My pretty wife Lee was gone for 10 Days to Florida. She bowls every year in the National women's tournament, and this year the trip all the way from Oregon was too much for me to go with her. So I chose to stay behind. For those of you who haven't read my stories, I am 58, on a good day I can pass for younger. I am just over 6', and a rock solid 220 pounds, with just the beginnings of the middle-aged spread. I work as a Massage Therapist, and teach classes at a local college. During the time Lee was gone, I busied myself around the house, since my home practice was slow. I had a whole week of boring classes, these are the ones where we work with textbooks, and do the testing. I was sitting in my office after class one evening, when there was a soft knock on the door. It was Alice, one of my students. She had been doing what I could best describe as poorly, and since she was just a few weeks away from taking her certification tests, I was a little worried. I was having doubts that she would pass. Alice had never attended any of my more risqué classes, in these we deal with errors in draping and touch that can get one in difficulty quickly with the wrong client. In this class, there are many moments of nudity, demonstrations of proper and improper touch, and long discussions of the issues of sexuality that often seem to crop up. With some clients, it is possible to cross that certain line accidentally, and end up with one's name in the papers. With others, there are no boundaries, this takes skill to be able to read the client and "know" where the limits are. Alice had none of those skills. She seemed conservative, even during the hands on classes, she always wore loose baggy clothing, her hair pulled into a tight bun. It was almost like she went to great lengths to make herself unattractive. She asked to speak to me, and stammered something about knowing she was going to fail the class. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, and she went on about how she was nervous and frightened, and how her parents were very strict with her. I mentioned that her test scores were enough to pass, but that she was still very weak in her hands on skills, when she blurted out "Will you teach me?" I thought that was what I had been trying to do, and told her so. She said the problem was all of the other students there, she just couldn't relax and concentrate. She thought that in a private setting with just the two of us, perhaps she could "relax" and do a better job. I give private lessons, so I said sure, still not completely up on what she had in mind. Alice came by my home office that evening, baggy clothes, hair pulled back in a bun. Since I was to be the model, I stepped into my office while she washed up. I stripped nude and hopped on the table, with just a medium towel over my fanny. Alice came in, got some oil, and started on my feet. In short order, she finished my feet and calves, and started to move to my back. Just like in class, she would not go above the knees. I told her she needed to work my thighs, so she tentatively began to work them. Her hands were surprisingly nice, she flowed the muscle groups nicely, as I explained the names of each group, and the directions her hands should go. But she never got even close to the towel. So I told her to lay the drape aside, baring one cheek, and work on the glutes. She did as instructed, then stepped to the other side and repeated the motions. Once her fingers even dipped slightly into the cleft between my cheeks, then she was working up my sides. I could sense her gaining confidence, and I was feeling the beginnings of an erection! I tried to keep myself under control, unsure of her reaction. This was always the problem in class, the younger male students would almost always become aroused, and she would just blush and stop. She didn't stop this time, and went ahead and finished up my back and shoulders. No problems there, she knew that area well. Then it was time to turn over. Grasping the towel, I rolled to my back. I glanced at her, and noticed she had let her hair down, it flowed softly over her shoulders. Then I saw she had changed to soft jeans and a T-shirt, and it was obvious she was bra-less! Interested now, I showed her how to do the circular motions around the abdomen, at first she went just to the navel, I instructed her to sweep lower and lower, until at the bottom of each stroke she was just barely bumping the end of my erection. Then she switched to my legs. In short order, I was showing her how to sweep up the front of the leg to the groin and away, when she bumped the towel and the end of my penis slipped out. I told her to take the towel, pull it over my penis, and push it aside using the towel, then just tuck the towel under it. She did as instructed, then repeated the process on the other side. I decided to test her, so when she turned away, I flipped my penis over to the other side so it would again be in proximity to her hands. This is one thing we discuss in one of our classes, men will often do this to make it obvious they want the touch. She realized, of course, but showed no reaction. Again, as she was doing the sweeps, my penis popped out again. This time she didn't stop, and even slid her hand under my penis as she worked. "I have no boundaries" I told her, another thing we discuss in class. Men will often at this point make some kind of hint or encouraging comment to let the therapist know that further touch is all right. She was blushing furiously, but I also detected her breath coming in short gasps. I realized she was getting excited. Here she was looking at the end of my full erection, actually touching it each sweep of her hands, when to date she would stop in class at the first hint of a sexual response. "I am going to have to be able to deal with this, aren't I" she said. "Yes, most likely" I answered. At that, she grasped my penis firmly, pushed it back under the towel, but she didn't let go. She stood there for a few seconds, then began to stroke me. The sensation was wonderful, I glanced at her breasts through the T-shirt, her nipples were firm and pressing against the cloth as she slowly stroked me. In short order, I felt the climax building, and released with a gush. Alice gripped me firmly as I finished, then took another towel and cleaned me up. "I never did that before except with my Husband," she said. "How did I do?". I smiled at her and said, "Just fine, but be sure you don't do that when you take the exams!" Alice giggled, and I looked her up and down in appreciation. She noted my look, and took a breath that lifted her breasts more into my view. I was lying there naked, and I reached out and touched her breast, feeling the softness and weight. Her eyes went smoky looking and she reached out and grasped the beginnings of another erection. She reached down with her right hand and tripped the catch on her jeans, and said "This will just be between us, OK?" "OK," I answered...

I have been a closet cross dresser for many years. A few people knew but it wasn't well known and that is how I liked it. I enjoyed dressing up and prancing around my flat in ladies clothing but I always had fantasies about going further. I kept stopping myself from doing anything further but there was that burning desire to be truly slutty inside of me. One of my best friends, Hannah, knew about my cross-dressing and whilst she wasn't interested, she loved the fact that I was so different from all her other male friends. I had even cleaned her house whilst dressed as a maid on one occasion and she laughed all afternoon as I totted around in my uniform and heels. One day we were just hanging out and I asked her what it was like giving a blowjob and she replied, 'well why don't you just find out yourself sissy?' I looked at her and said that I was straight and she laughed, 'you may fancy women but you also want to know what it is like to be one'. I conceded that I thought about it but it wasn't something I actually wanted to do, 'shame' she said and we carried on drinking and just chilling out. Towards the end of the night she asked me again if I wanted to suck cock and I said that I'd like to but that I was scared and I know that I'd wimp out. She smirked and said nothing and I went home. I woke up with a terrible hangover but in my own bed and my phone buzzed, 'what if I put you in a situation where you would really struggle to get out of sucking cock, would you be interested?' I did a double take, it was from my friend and she seemed deadly serious. I didn't reply straight away and instead spent the day watching shemale porn and fantasising before texting back asking what she had in mind. 'Well I've sucked many cocks and it is great fun, I would really like you to experience what it is like being me for a day and night...' I thought about it and responded that I would go for it believing that I would be able to get out of it easily enough if I really didn't want to. I thought she would just get a guy to come over and try to get me to suck his cock. I thought I'd just be able to say no and walk away. I hadn't read her text fully. A few days later my phone buzzed with a simple command, 'be at mine by 6AM on Saturday' and that was that. I spent the next couple of days pondering what I was going to do, what was she planning for such an early hour in the day? Come Friday night I shaved off all my body hair as usual and prepared myself for if I was actually going to go through with it. I set my alarm for 4:30AM and tried to get some sleep. It was a relatively futile experience but I must have drifted off at some point because I was awoken by my alarm and I got out of bed. I had no idea what I was to be dressed as but I knew she wasn't really into the scene so I walked over to hers in male clothes and rang her doorbell at 6AM. She opened the door with a cheeky smile and beckoned me inside, 'so today is the day you suck on a cock' she opined. 'I guess so,' I replied, 'but why am I here so early in the morning?' 'Well I offered you the chance to be like me for a day and a night and I have to work on Saturday's so should you.' I hadn't thought this one through but I was interested, very interested to see what she had in mind. She told me to strip and then brought out the surprise of the day so far, a metal chastity device. She told me that it wouldn't be freed until I had given a blowjob and done a good days work at the type of job she had to do when she was younger. if I wimped out then she would release me without question, but that I would have to be released at her place and nowhere else, the key would not leave her flat. I didn't think much of much and just nodded and she applied ice to my privates to get them nice and small before forcing my penis into the metal device and locking it shut. She then put the key away into a drawer by her bed and said it was time to get dressed. First she put on a pair of silicone breasts that were placed upon my chest and attached with a glue type substance. I was sure they would just fall off and I'd look stupid but she held them for a minute and then took her hands away and they felt like they were clinging to me. 'How long will this glue last?' I asked and she didn't answer and carried on with what she was doing. I should've asked more question but I was in a haze daydreaming about what was going to happen. Next she put a pink pvc bra on me and it cupped my pert boobs nicely. Then she instructed me to step into a pair of pink pvc ruffled knickers, I was starting to sense a theme. Then came the pink stockings and garter belt that were attached and then came the corset. I had never even thought about wearing a corset before but she assured me that it was needed to make me look all the more feminine. She seems to take pleasure into lacing me as tight as possible and like before, it was all pink PVC. Then I saw the dress, it was a heavy duty thick pink PVC maids dress. I had worked out what my 'job' would be fore the day and expected I'd be cleaning her house at a maid whilst she worked. I stepped into the dress and she pulled it up and did the zip up before I heard a similar click at my neck. I quickly reached back and there was a padlock around my neck at the top of the zip. I looked at her and she said, 'well you wanted it to be difficult to get out of and trust me, this isn't the half of it.' I suddenly got scared and said that I wasn't sure if I wanted this and she just looked at me and said, 'when I was 16 I would work all day Saturday and then go out to the park and suck the cocks of my friends for alcohol. You won't have to do that but you will be sucking a cock for money so you'll know what it feels like to be a cheap slut like I was.' At this point I was panicking big time but she carried on and whilst I was trying to say I didn't want this she took photographs of me to use as blackmail in case I was to back out. At this point I had no make-up on so it was clear it was me and I slumped in my chair. She seemed serious. Quickly a pair of high heels were fitted on to my feet and yet again padlocks applied. I have no idea how tall they were but I was used to four inches and these didn't seem too much more so I was pleased. Unsurprisingly they were pink. Then she started on my make up and boy did she do a job on me. I was rubbish at doing my own but she took her time and made me look like just any other young slutty girl going for a night out, only I wasn't, I was going to work. I sat there whilst she got herself ready for work and then took me it was time to leave. I didn't want to leave as I knew someone would recognise me and she put me in front of a mirror and told me to stare at it. I couldn't recognise myself so how could anyone else? I walked outside of her front door into the cool morning air feeling a mixture of liberation and being petrified. She drove me out of town and pulled into a small car park outside of a motel and handed me an envelope and told me to go in and ask for the manager and give her the envelope. This was my last chance to back out but even if I didn't want to suck cock, I was very interested in being a maid for a day so I got out and closed the door. She smiled and blew me a kiss and drove off. Walking into reception it was still early and before anyone was booking out, approaching the young woman on the desk I suddenly felt very self conscious once more. I was dolled up like a cheap slut and I was about to actually talk to someone I didn't know. Plucking up the courage I went and asked for the manager and told the young lady that she was expecting me, she asked for my name and I said, 'Allyson' and she picked up the phone and said to the manager that I was waiting. She nodded and put the phone down and said that I should wait in reception for her. I sat down and watched the odd person walk in and out and give me a look but no-one said anything. The young lady at reception kept giving me funny looks and I started to think I should just run but where would I run to dressed like this? Suddenly I saw that this was a great plan to stop me quitting as I had nowhere to go and it was doubtful I'd get anywhere without money and my keys were left at my friends place. After what seemed like an age the manager came out and approached me, Allyson I presume?' before I could reply she said, 'please follow me.' I followed her to her office and she shut the door. I passed her the envelope and she filed it away in her drawer. 'So Allyson, I've been told you want to see what it is like being a young girl in a dead end job? Well I'm going to give you that experience today. I know you are a man, well a pathetic excuse for one anyway, but today you will be our maid.' She then passed me a pink overall and told me to put it on and then passed me a name badge engraved: Parkland Motels Sissy Maid Allyson Trainee Cleaner She told me that I was to never take off either the overall or name badge whilst on duty, should I do so then Hannah would be informed that I hadn't done the required work and therefore face the punishment. At this point she passed me another envelope and told me to open it: Dear Allyson, Today you will work as a maid and if you don't reach the required standards then I will not pick you up this evening. If you reach the standards that Parkland Motels expect from their trainee cleaners then you'll have earned the second envelope. Failure to do so will mean that this evening you will be having to find your own way home this evening. I hope you enjoy your day sweetie. Hannah x I looked at the manager and put my name badge on to my overall and she smiled and told me to report to the laundry for further instructions. Walking out of her office, the first thing I was thinking was that I was only qualified to be a trainee cleaner, how low was I? Then I saw a map of the motel on the wall and went to the laundry. Inside was a rather large older lady who saw me and told me to enter. 'So you are the sissy who is going to do my job for me all day today? Excellent. First of all empty all the bins from all the public areas, then vacuum through the building and when that is done please report back here. The reality of actually working wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be, certainly not in this heavy pink dress and the high heels. My thighs were already on fire and I was sweating profusely but I got on with it knowing I would look back on this and be terribly excited. I got many looks from customers and a couple of guys were eyeing me up. A hen party saw me and my name badge and all wanted to have their photo taken with me so I posed for them. After vacuuming the whole of the motel's public areas, I returned to the laundry and was told I would spend the rest of the day ironing and on call for any emergencies. This was dull as anything and I hated ironing but it was a dead end job and I was starting to feel a bit like that is where I belonged. All I was thinking about was ensuring there were no creases in the sheets and I became obsessed by this. A couple of times the phone went and I was sent out on errands to clean up spills or empty overflowing bins. Mostly though I realised just how boring this type of work was. When I was told my day was finished I realised I hadn't eaten all day but had been so busy I had just forgotten. Then suddenly I remembered the cock sucking aspect of the day and I tried quickly to work out how I could get out of it. Knocking on the managers door she welcomed me in and told me that I had done an excellent job and if I ever wanted to work as a cleaner or chambermaid then she would hire me in a heartbeat. I had this enormous sense of pride at this and I couldn't hide it and beamed a smile across my face. She then passed me the second envelope: Dear Allyson, If you are reading this then well done on being a good little trainee cleaner. I am so proud of you. Your client is in Room #39 and he will pay you $2 a blowjob. Should he not receive a blowjob or be unsatisfied then I will be informed and I will not come to pick you up later on this evening. Should he believe you are worthy of his $2 then I'll be informed and I shall pick you up. Hannah x The manger told me to keep my overall and name badge on when going on my job. I'm guessing she knew exactly what was in the note. I turned around and gulped before exiting and walking to the lift and going up to the second floor and found room #39 and took a deep breathe and knocked. 'Who is it?' came from a deep voice in the room. 'Allyson from the Parkside Motel' I replied and he opened the door. 'Are you the sissy whose going to give me a blowjob?' 'Yes sir' I said and he waved me in. 'So I'm told this is your first time, well you know what, lets not play around, you are just a two-dollar whore to me, on your knees and do your thing.' I was stunned at his forthrightness. He was an older gentleman, the type who probably has to pay for blowjobs all the time. I was repulsed by him but I also knew the predicament I was in. I could run away and try and get back to town whilst dressed like this and hope I didn't get accosted by someone worse or I could just go ahead and sucked this fat unattractive man's cock. Looking him in the eye I knelt down on my knees and unzipped his fly and fished out his penis. I had never touched another guy's penis before but whilst I was repulsed, I suddenly felt this urge to do a good job. I started to wank him off slowly and licked and sucked his balls. Suddenly his penis was starting to grow to a decent length and I closed my mouth around it and began to gently bob up and down on it just like how I liked my cock sucked. He told me what a dirty little whore I was and that turned me on more than anything and I started to bob my head up and down on his cock with real vigour. It was like a challenge. I had to earn his reward and I found myself hearing all these nasty words about me and sucking this man's cock. I was having an outer body experience briefly whilst this was going on and I could see this cute little girl sucking this fat guys cock but she seemed so happy. I was brought back to reality as I felt his cock spasm and as it did he placed his hand behind my head and forced me forward so that I couldn't get away. Moments later gross salty sperm flooded my mouth and the only way to get it out was to swallow and I gulped it down like a real pro. 15-20 seconds later he was spent and he retracted from my mouth. I had done my job and suddenly I found myself leaning forward and sucking his cock clean and looking up at him and the words, 'thank you sir' came from my lips. I couldn't believe it. He threw two dollars on the bed and picked up his phone, 'Hey Hannah, the dirty bitch earned her two dollars,' and hung up the phone. 'You may leave' and I picked up my money and left the room. I stood there bewildered wondering what was next and what had just happened. I walked back to the managers office and she told me to wait for Hannah to pick me up. I sat there trying to work out exactly what had happened. I had just sucked a cock, not only that I did it for money. I clasped those two bucks firmly, I had earned them. After a long wait Hannah walked in and before I could say anything she asked me to step outside so she could talk to the manager. Standing outside the office I wondered what they were doing but then I was to find out. After being asked to step back in, the manager offered me a role as a Saturday and Sunday cleaner and that I'd also be working as a hooker for punters at $10 a bob, the money would be split between the manager and Hannah. I would have to live on site from Friday night to Monday morning when I would be free to go to my regular job. If I chose not to take the job then a video of my first blowjob would be e-mailed to my boss and then I would be a laughing stock. 'Once you've paid me back for all you are wearing you'll be free to go,' Hannah said but she also explained that by then she expected I'd be too addicted to the cock to want to give it all up. I could easily pay for all the clothes she had bought me but I was so stunned that I didn't know what to do. 'Every Friday you'll arrive at 7PM in full uniform and I'll put a padlock around your neck and heels, you will be released at 7AM on Monday, yes you'll sleep in your uniform so you are always ready for a punter,' said the manager and prompted me to sign the contract that was in front of me. I signed it using my real name, Hannah kissed me on the cheek and the manager told me that I had another client in room #57 and then room #32 and #74 before going to the kitchen to do all the washing up from dinner before bed. My weekends would never be the same again...

For the last 2 hours Aaron had endured the noise of 3 small boys and older twin girls constant arguing. Their mother seemed to have given up trying to control her brood, apart from an occasional glance she seemed disinterested. To start Aaron was annoyed but as he watched the women it was obvious she was feeling the strain of 5 kids, the eldest was probably 8 or 9, the youngest maybe 3. As the train rattled through Flitwick, Aaron pulled the heavy NATO style bag from the overhead rack and put his tunic on. Seeing the women struggling to reach her bags, he reached over and lifted them down for her. As the women thanked him, Aaron noticed her ice blue eyes, pretty face and greasy blonde hair. Feeling a tug on his arm, he saw the 3 boys lined up, standing to attention and saluting him. Grinning, he returned their salute, turning to pack his magazine he felt the young boy tugging at his tunic. "Sarge, we would like to thank you for your service" the eldest boy said. "Idiot, he's a Sergeant Major, you can't call him Sarge," chortled the middle kid. Aaron had spent 32 years in the Royal Marines and could deal with just about anything, looking at the wide eyed kids he had no idea how to respond. Smiling Aaron looked at the middle kid. "Well spotted kid, yes I am a Sergeant Major." "You been in the Gulf?" The youngster persisted. "Yes, I have been to Iraq and Afghanistan," he said grimly. "Did you kill many Rag heads?" Grimacing at the youngsters choice of words, Aaron picked his heavy bag up and crossed to the door as the train slowed into Bedford Station. Getting onto the platform he was about to walk away, thinking better of it he turned and helped the young women unload her buggy and luggage. Flashing him a huge smile, she extended her hand. "Thank you so much, I'm Pauline." "That's ok Ma'am I'm Aaron." "Why is an American wearing a British uniform?" "Canadian, came to UK when I was 14, became a British citizen when I joined up." Helping Pauline lift her cases and buggy up the steps and over the bridge they continued to chat. "So what brings you to a god forsaken place like Bedford?" "Well dad died a few months ago, mums on her own, I'm done with the military so........." "Wow a brand new start, where's your mum live?" "Right here in Bedford, someplace called Wooton" "Oh yes, I know it, not far from us. We live in Kempston." "I have never been there, they moved here from Biggleswade couple of years ago." Getting through the station, Pauline thanked Aaron again and started to walk towards the taxi rank. Thinking of the big Marine, she shyly asked if he wanted to share the cost of a cab. "No, I need to get to the Ford dealer for 1500 hours." Seeing her confused look he smiled. "Sorry, meant 3pm. Do you know where the dealership is?" "Yes, it's on the other side of town, 15 minute car ride." Aaron looked at his watch, 11.30, "Pauline, have you and the kids eaten?" "Not yet, will make them lunch when we get home." "Well can I buy you lunch? Then I will give you a lift home if you want." Pauline was about to decline, thinking of the £15 taxi ride and wondering how much food her cupboard had, she accepted. "Great, lets go eat, I am starving. Can you recommend some where? A steak house or good Chinese." Over lunch the kids were well behaved, the twins helping the youngest one cut his dinner up. Aaron really enjoyed chatting with Pauline, he started to understand her appearance as he learnt her husband had left a few months ago, leaving her with 5 kids and a stack of bills. After lunch they got a cab to the dealership. Aaron completed the paperwork and inspected the new Mondeo they all climbed in and headed for Kempston. "You will have to excuse my driving, it's been a while since I drove a car." Following Pauline's directions he parked outside her home in a quiet side street. Letting the kids out, they all thanked Aaron as they excitedly scampered into the house. Unloading all of Pauline's stuff he helped her to the front door. "Come in, would you like coffee?" "Sorry, haven't got time, told mum I would pick her up at 16.30 to do her shopping, have put her post code in sat nav, says 12 minutes." "Grinning at his punctuality, she scribbled her mobile and landline number on a piece of paper." Slightly embarrassed. "Give me a call, will cook a meal for you, really enjoyed this afternoon, thank you." Assuring her he would, he got in the car and drove to his mum's house. He hadn't seen her in almost 3 years and had never been to her new home. Pulling into her road he was amazed, he had assumed his dad had sold the house in Biggleswade and moved here to finance another of his half baked projects. Number 24 was a smart 3 bedroom detached house with a double garage. Parking on the drive, he was barely out of the car as his mother nearly knocked him off his feet as she hugged him. Betty, Aaron's Mother was 68 but thanks to a rigorous daily work out her body was shapely and firm. Aaron suspected her youthfulness had been helped by a surgeon as she looked to be in her early 40's. Hanging around Aaron's neck she wrapped her long legs around his waist. "Carry me over the threshold, she asked. Your father wasn't strong enough when we moved in." Picking his heavy kit bag up he walked through the front door, his mum clung to him like a limpet, her 125lb frame moulded onto his hip as she rained kisses on his cheek and neck. Directing him to the lounge Aaron was sure his mum was moving her hips and grinding herself on his hip, enjoying the feeling of her body on his he walked into the lounge. Untangling herself, Betty smoothed her dress. "Would you like coffee or tea? If you prefer I have Beer, Whisky, Rum or Vodka and all kinds of mixers!" "Thought I was taking you shopping?" "Oh honey I have been so excited, I did it this morning. Had to do something to pass the time, thought I would burst waiting for my baby boy to come home." "Yeah sorry haven't been home, been TDY a lot, you know how it was" "It's ok baby, I know you disliked your dad, he's gone now, it's just you and I now." Chapter 2. Betty chatted happily, telling Aaron how, just before he died, his dad had sold shares he had bought a year before, making almost 100,000 quid. His life insurance had paid the small mortgage with almost 25 grand left over. "I sold some other shares he left and cashed some bonds, basically the old bastard has left me set for life." Aaron was shocked to hear his mother talk about her husband of almost 50 years like that. Seeing the shock on his face. "Sorry son, you wasn't the only one that disliked the fat useless prick. We had separate bedrooms for years, would have left him years ago if I had the courage. Anyway enough of bad memories, would you like dinner? Bought fresh sea Bass for you and I will have Salmon. Done your favourite, "Bread an Butter pudding for afters." Aaron had to smile, he hadn't had bread and butter pudding in over 20 years, the thought of sea bass made his mouth drool. The dinner was exquisite, his mum had always been a good cook. The bass was served on a bed of broccoli with new potatoes and mushrooms, smothered in a creamy sauce. Recognising the smell of bread and butter pudding was fantastic, served with whole milk Aaron wondered how many miles he would have to run to burn the calorie loaded sweet off. After helping his mum load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen, he flopped on the sofa, feeling stuffed and sleepy. Noticing his mum looking sheepish as she stood in front of him. "What's up Mum, you ok?" "Oh yes, never better.......wondered if you would tell me honestly what you thought of some clothes I bought, haven't had anyone to ask." "Yes of course, always liked watching pretty women at fashion shows" "Well not sure about pretty women, I bought quite a lot, honest opinion ok?" Over the next hour or so, Betty paraded various skirts, blouses and dresses. Aaron was amazed, some of the dresses and skirts were quite short and showed his mothers legs to full advantage, the various blouses and tops seemed to be tailored and showed her breasts and flat stomach perfectly. The last item was a short form fitting dress that took Aaron's breath away. " Wow mum, that is really hot, will you put the patent leather high heeled shoes on, you wore earlier, think that would be perfect." Doing as she was asked, Betty strode confidently back into the lounge. Alex could not believe he was looking at a 68 year old women. The heels made her legs look even longer and perfectly shaped. "Wow, fucking amazing," was all Alex could manage to say. "Take it you like," his mum said with a huge smile, as she eyed the growing bulge in his trousers. "I have a few more things to show, am a bit embarrassed though." "Why would you be embarrassed?" "Well it's all under wear, wanted to completely change my wardrobe, new clothes, new me." "Wow, well if you want to show me I will gladly look." He chuckled. Taking a deep breath Betty stepped out of the dress revealing a black bra and pantie set. Aaron was amazed her body was incredible, nicely sized tits encased in the skimpy bra, flat stomach leading to skimpy panties that just about covered his mothers pussy. After several more parades of skimpy sheer underwear Aaron was shifting uncomfortably trying to make his rock hard cock comfortable. "Ok, last one" Aaron gasped as his mother came into the lounge topless. Guessing her tits were a c cup he could see her nipples were swollen and hard. Leaning towards him he watched her magnificent tits sway slightly as he took the remote control she gave him. Tearing his eyes away from his mothers body he looked at the remote and pressed the green button marked on. Hearing a slight buzzing he watched his mum start to sway her hips and move seductively around the floor. Seeing a button marked with an up and down arrow he pushed it. Almost immediately his mum spread her legs slightly and closed her eyes as her hips took on a back and forward motion. Holding the button for a while he saw another button marked +and -, pushing the + button his mother cried out as her legs buckled under her. Aaron realised he was seeing his mum having a massive orgasm, when she stopped shaking he hit the red off switch. Before he could say anything his mum stood up and pulled her panties down to just below her arse cheeks. Spreading her legs Aaron could see her lightly thatched pussy and the black dildo built into her panties, wedged deep inside her. Slowly pulling her panties down allowed Aaron to watch the dildo slide out of his mums pussy, as it fell out of her the scent of her sex filled his senses. Walking towards him, she dropped to her knees in front of him and started to undo his belt. Lifting his arse for her she pulled his trousers down, releasing his rock hard cock. In total disbelief Aaron watched as his mum took a few inches of his cock in her mouth and started to give him the best BJ he had ever had. As his mums head continued to bob up and down, her tongue was busy on his bell end while her hand stroked his shaft. "Oh god mum, I am going to come, please don't stop." As his cock twitched and jerked he shot several ropes of cum, Betty swallowed all of it. Slumping back in the chair he enjoyed the feelings her mouth were giving him as she cleaned his cock. "I'm sorry Aaron but I have wanted that for such a long time, please don't think badly of me." "Oh mum, that was wonderful, where do we go from here?" "That is entirely up to you, I am yours to do with as you please." Reaching for her they kissed deeply, before Aaron made his way down her body. Pausing at her tits he swirled his tongue around her nipple, grazing with his teeth caused his mother to groan with pleasure. Working across her flat muscular belly, he ran his tongue through her pubes. As his tongue dropped into her slot he moved round as she spread her legs wide for him. Running his tongue over her clit and into her hole he tasted the nectar running from her. Moving up to her clit he reached up to her tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers, as his tongue flicked and swirled around her little nub. Soon his mothers hips were moving to meet his tongue and her breathing got faster, pushing 2 fingers into her sopping hole caused Betty to go rigid as she tipped over into orgasm. "Oh god I am coming ummmmph" Allowing his mother to calm down Aaron studied her pussy. Her pubic hair looked as if it had been manicured it covered the bulge of her mons but left her sex bare and exposed. Her outer lips were quite long and thin, her clit was the biggest he had ever seen, he could see the whiteness of it against the dark pink of her swollen cunt. "Like what you see hun? Mummy really needs your fat cock inside her." Sliding his cock between her legs, he hesitated as it's tip touched the wetness of her sex. "It ok son, if your not ready to fuck your mother, I will blow you again." In answer he forced his 9" of rock hard cock deep into the hole that had birthed him 50 years ago, as his pubes mashed into hers she screamed as the biggest cock she had ever seen battered her sopping wet pussy. "God, you are so much bigger than your father. Use me baby, smash your cock into my pussy." Aaron soon felt her cunt start to flex and squeeze around his cock, as she had her 3rd orgasm her cunt dumped girl cum on his sensitive bell end, it was all to much for Aaron as he pumped a huge load deep inside his mum. "That was fucking incredible mum, your cunt is so responsive and tight." "Thank you Aaron, it is yours when ever you need it. Your cock is huge, so much bigger than your dads. I have missed so much, I just assumed that sex was a lot of hype. Your father was a lousy lover with a small dick, lol You was only 2lbs when born. Although at the time I was worried to death you wouldn't make it, that's why I haven't got any stretch marks. It only took 10 minutes for you to be born, such a tiny little mite. I had never had a proper orgasm until very recently, my female fitness trainer knew what I needed. Until today your father was the only man I ever had sex with. Coming out of the shower he had shared with his mum, she asked him to stay with her. Saying he wasn't ready to sleep in the bed his father had, he went to the guest room and was asleep in seconds. Chapter 3. Aaron woke at 05.00, realising his mother had joined him during the night, he got up quietly. Grabbing a robe from the back of the door he went downstairs, and made coffee. Sipping the strong black brew sharpened his mind and he thought about the last 24 hours, his mum had certainly surprised him. He was sure that he didn't feel any regrets or guilt, but worried how she would react when he moved on. Lost in thought, he cooked himself poached eggs on toast and made more coffee. As he ate, Pauline popped into his thoughts, thinking he would give her a ring later he put his plate and cup in the dishwasher. Going to the lounge he flicked the tv on to watch the 06.00 news. Catching the main headlines, he settled in the chair to read a car magazine he assumed his mum had bought for him. Around 07.00 he heard his mum moving around, putting the kettle on he made her tea and took it upstairs for her, just as she came out of the bathroom. "Good morning Aaron, you should have woken me. I hope you didn't mind me coming to your bed last night, just wanted to be close to you while you are here." Looking at his mother she seemed even more beautiful without makeup, looking at her firm almost sculptured body he felt his cock filling and he was soon rock hard. "Oooooohhh is this for me, you are a good boy, would you like me to take care of that, she giggled as she gently stroked his length. Going back to bed they kissed and fondled each other, moving down the bed she started to suck his cock. Asking her to turn around she straddled his head and lowered her pussy onto his willing tongue. Aaron had always liked 69, girl cum was like nectar to him. Betty was dripping wet and as he nuzzled her clit she exploded into an orgasm, literally spraying him with cum. "Oh my god did I just squirt? I have never done that or been so wet before. Do I taste nice?" "Oh yeah, love your taste, felt you cumming, love to watch so pulled back and watched." "You like to watch ehh, would you like to watch me finger myself till I cum? You could wank yourself as well, think I would find that a big turn on." "Yeah that would be fun, I won't cum though as want to be inside you!" "Ok, well if you want to you can lay between my legs if you like a closeup" Laying against the headboard Betty lifted her knees pushed her arse forward and spread her legs, hoping to give him the best possible view. As he laid between her legs his face just a few inches from her saturated cunt he watched as she gently rubbed her clit on the sides by spreading 2 fingers. Occasionally she would dip into her streaming pussy he rightly assumed for extra lubrication. She worked her clit slowly and methodically, because of the position she was in, her outer lips were pulled wide apart, Aaron could see inside her. As she started to come she increased the pace of her fingers, Aaron watched as her muscles worked, wishing they were working on his sensitive bell end. "Put 2 fingers in me get them well coated then finger fuck my arse" Doing as he was asked he forced his slippery fingers into her arse and pushed in and out as fast as he could. The result was incredible his mothers hips bucked, her cunt flared wide open then snapped shut as she screamed. "I'm cumming." Juice poured out of her and soaked the bed sheet as she had one orgasm after another or maybe just one massive cum. Greedily licking and sucking her nectar, Aaron decided to tongue her swollen clit. Betty howled as her sensitive clit sent waves of pleasure through her body. Grabbing his head she held him onto her cunt. Furiously licking her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and gently nibbled it with his teeth. This launched his mum into orbit and she let go of his head as she bunched the bed clothes with her hands. Pulling back a few inches Aaron watched in amazement as her hole twisted and flexed as a huge amount of girl cum poured from her gaping hole. Spreading his fingers as he had watched her do he rubbed and tweaked her clit, she came 7 or 8 more times before she begged him to stop. "Push your cock into me, I need you." Ramming his cock balls deep into her velvety softness he was amazed as he felt her cunt gripping him, he had thought she was so wet and loose he wouldn't be able to feel much. As Betty launched into another series of orgasms she begged. "Please Aaron fill me with spunk, shoot your seed into my womb" she shouted. Feeling his cock swell inside her, she bucked her hips and pulled him deep inside her as his cock spurted rope after rope of hot spunk into her slippery depths. Collapsing onto the bed they waited for their breathing and hearts to slow to normal. Coated in sweat and cum they showered together. Soaping his mothers body he washed her tits and belly. When his finger strayed on to her pussy she begged him. "Not to touch her there as it was glowing sensitive, promising she would be good to go again, but she needed to just calm herself a little, her arse and mouth were his to use if he needed more sex!" Drying each other, they walked to the kitchen nude, watching his mother as she bent to get the coffee machine he glimpsed the pinkness of her pussy. By the time she had set the machine up and clicked it on, his cock was raging hard. Seeing his hard cock, Betty simply asked. "Cunt, arse or mouth?" "How about all 3" Dropping to her knees she sucked his cock, bending her over the kitchen chair he banged her cunt, while fingering her arse hole. Pushing his cock against her little back door, it yielded a little bit at a time. When he was balls deep he started long slow thrust, his mothers yelps of pain eventually turned to groans of pleasure. They were both Anal virgins, although Aaron decided he preferred her cunt, it was amazing to get her to finger herself, he could feel her fingers through the thin wall of flesh. As she started to come he felt his cock expand as he blasted spunk deep in her arsehole. When they had showered and dressed his mum sat down and explained her idea. "Nobody knows us around here, so if you called me Betty, we could be a lot more open in public, be fun don't you think? Of course, I know you probably wont be around for long, let's have fun to the max while you're here." Agreeing that would be fun. He tried to get used to calling her Betty, thinking about Pauline he arranged to go to her place for 19.30 tomorrow, she sounded genuinely pleased to hear from him. Betty wasn't surprised when he told her he was out tomorrow and didn't know if he would make it home.chattering away happily the doorbell interrupted them. Going to the door, Betty returned with a slim women in her 30's. Introducing Aaron to her personal trainer, Fiona. The 2 women went into the lounge to complete their daily training routine, that Betty said lasted about an hour or so. Asking if there was a paper shop Aaron went to fetch a news paper and bottle of wine. Getting back to the house, Aaron sat in the kitchen, reading his paper and drinking coffee. After about 30 minutes the music was turned off and the 2 women came into the kitchen, both in brightly coloured tight fitting leotards. Betty made coffee for Aaron and some sort of health drink for them, Fiona stood adjacent to Aaron. She was around 5' 7" very slender with pert tits and small hips. Her nipples poked into the bright material. As she shifted her weight, spreading her feet a little, he could clearly see the bulging outline of her pussy. As he watched she moved around behind Betty, slowly running her fingers down her back, he saw his mother shudder as Fiona"s hand reached between her legs. "Uuuuhhh we are going upstairs to finish our workout, would you like to watch?" "Yeah, watching 2 beautiful women work out has to be better than reading this crap." "Oh, while I remember, April my sister is staying for a few days at the weekend, she gasped as Fiona's finger slid along the outline of her pussy. You may get to watch 3 women work out if you're here on Friday!" Following the women upstairs, Betty asked him to sit on the chair at the bottom of the bed. Stripping each other, they shared a passionate kiss as they got on the bed. Aaron watched as the 2 women posed for him as they kissed and fondled each other. Fiona was about an inch taller than Betty and was slender to the point of being skinny. Her tits were very small but topped with large pink nipples and jutted out from her chest nicely. Her shaved bare pussy, was lipless and glistened with her moisture. Unlike Betty, her long legs didn't have much shape and her arse cheeks lacked fullness. Aaron thought with her shaven pussy, slim hips, small tits and skinny legs she looked like a young immature teen, a bit of a turn off. The women moved to 69, manoeuvring their position Betty laid on her back and Fiona straddled her head. Aaron watched as his mum spread Fiona's cunt with her fingers, showing him the sopping wet pinkness of Fiona's pussy. It wasn't long before both women started to groan as they licked and sucked each other's pussy's. Aaron's cock was ramrod hard as he slowly stroked it, spreading Fiona's cunt wide, Betty signalled Aaron. Going towards her, she grabbed his cock and guided it towards Fiona's entrance. It had always been a fantasy of Betty's to Watch a pussy as it was penetrated by a fat cock. Aaron slid easily into Fiona's wet cunt, Betty started to cum as she watched Fiona's cunt full of her sons cock. As Aaron started to thrust into her, Fiona cried out as his large cock bottomed out and Betty rubbed her clit. Fiona wasn't really into men, but the fullness of his cock as he battered her pussy combined with Betty rubbing her clit soon tipped her into a massive orgasm. Pushing Aaron out of Fiona's streaming pussy she rolled the girl onto her back and feasted on her juice. Waggling her arse invitingly, Aaron got behind her and plunged his cock deep inside her cunt. In just a few strokes Betty shook and moaned as her pussy bore down on his hard cock she launched into a massive orgasm. Deciding to conserve energy for later, he reluctantly pulled out of her quivering cunt. Saying she had to go, Fiona left them cuddling on the bed. Betty seemed happy to just cuddle and they drifted off to sleep, waking 3 hours later, Aaron was alone. Showered and dressed he was on his way out as Betty walked in. "Hi Aaron, thought I would go see some friends, your out tonight so am going to have a dinner party." Ok, that's great as wont be back till late if at all, going to see some Friends from school. Going into town to buy some clothes as don't have many civvies. Would you like to come? I have heard Milton Keynes has a great shopping centre." After 3 hours of shopping, Aaron bought all the clothes he needed, in a single shop. It seemed to Aaron that Betty was determined to visit every shop in the huge shopping centre, but did enjoy her modelling various dresses, skirts and jeans. The last shop was called "Anne Summers", Aaron had never heard of it and was shocked to see all the sex toys and sexy lingerie. His mother selected several skimpy silk bra and panties sets, including some open crotch panties, then moved onto the huge sex toy selection. Seeing Aaron's embarrassment she giggled. "Want to look nice for my boy, the open crotch gives you instant access. Would love you to bend me over or throw me on bonnet of a car and fuck me in public." Selecting a fairly large dildo with a sucker on bottom, she grinned. "About same size as you, will keep me happy when your away." Paying for her purchases she went off to the lady's, returning with a huge smile she showed Aaron her bunched up panties in her hand. "Can you make another fantasy come true?" She whispered as she wafted the wet crotch of her panties under his nose. Knowing the car was parked on the 10th floor they got into the lift. As soon as the door closed Aaron bent her over and forced his rock hard cock deep inside his mother. Betty screamed as his cock ripped the delicate folds of her cunt apart, he had taken her totally by surprise. It hurt quite a lot, feeling his cock hit her cervix she knew he was deeper than anything had ever been, soon the pain turned to waves of pleasure as he battered her pussy. Feeling the lift stop, Aaron withdrew and slipped his cock back in his loose fitting joggers. Betty thought she would explode, she had been right on the edge when he had withdrawn. Her insides churned as 3 young boys got in the lift and pressed floor 9, unable to stop herself, she walked behind Aaron and rubbed her clit. The release was incredible and she had to bite into his jacket to subdue her scream. Her cum poured down her leg and pooled on the floor as she had the biggest orgasm ever. Her belly ached as all her muscles spasmed and flexed, her legs felt wobbly as she clung onto Aaron. "Oh god, thank you Aaron, that was the best. I never knew my cunt could give me such pleasure, until this week I thought it was just for a mans pleasure." As the doors opened on 10, Betty clung to Aaron as they walked to the car. Taking her jacket off, she spread it across the car seat as she knew she was bleeding. Arriving home Aaron went to shower and get ready to go out. Betty sat on the loo downstairs, it hurt to pee and her cunt and hips where Aaron had grabbed her, felt bruised. Fiddling her swollen clit she crashed into a smaller but powerful orgasm. Getting into the shower she pushed the small shower head inside her. Feeling the hot water hit the top of her cunt was exquisite as it soothed and calmed her bruised and battered pussy. After a few minutes the water running from her was clear and blood free, gingerly she pulled the shower head out she winced with pain. Leaving the shower nude, she knew, if Aaron wanted more, she would fuck him just as hard as ever as her pain turned to pleasure. Aaron appeared from his bedroom, he was dressed in a pair of Levi jeans and a tight short sleeved shirt. Kissing Betty goodbye he ran downstairs and jumped in his car. At 19.28 he parked on Pauline's drive. As always comments and suggestions welcome.

_EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 2000 pentl@yahoo.com -- Commercial use prohibited without author's consent._ Hmm… just how the mind thinks is a wonder. Just how the wonder controls the mind is amazing. In answering a feedback email about my stories, I noticed her text and immediately assumed, well, you are just not doing it right. LOL "Great story, I'm not quite a squirter more of a dribbler. But I love reading about other women who can squirt. Keep up the great work." Hmm... How do you do it right? Well, it's all about understanding women, girls, broads, dames, hotties, and, well, it just can't be done. I can only guess God just didn't want us to know. But Guys, if you dream, you pray, you beg and plead, and you apply some common sense, the elusive squirt can be all yours. Now understand, there are too many different kinds of women to ever list all the possibilities and what-ifs, but in general, it's all about being in the mood. Not your mood Mister, hers, which means a night of dinner, dancing, kissing, and all the good stuff that gets her really hot. She does not get them very often so showing her a good time always turns up the 'wet' quotient. 'Wet' quotient should be high. Take your time. Foreplay. Kissing. Candles. Mmm candles... oh sorry, umm... oh yeah, take your time. The 'G'spot is your goal. It's little round area does not show up unless she is aroused. And no, gimme head does not constitute arousal for most women, ha-ha. Several folded towels are always a smart move. Neck, breasts, nipples, sides, thighs, ankles, kisses all over. Dive between those legs and gently lick and swirl for a while. Alternate all over. Back to the boobs, over the lips, down to the other set of em, remember. It's all about her. Nibble a nipple. Blindfold her with a silk tie or something and push her hands above her head. 'No touching Dear' If you do this right guys, give it a college try, you will get your just rewards. When she gives up, finally relaxes, and you find that spot, it flows right through both of you. Trust me, once she cums like this, which is totally different than a clitoral orgasm, you will be Da'King. Find your way back down and get comfortable between her legs. The cause of a big smile on her face will always be 'I'm gonna be here a while Dear!' Lick her pussy lips, suck her pussy lips, pull them into your mouth and swirl your tongue over them. Trust me; she feels every bit of it, especially being blindfolded. Little nibbles up and down each thigh are usually never a bad thing. Anticipation is always good. She's a woman, guys, blindfolded and unable to think. She is only feeling at this point. Use this knowledge to your advantage. The spot directly above her clit is always an enjoyable spot. Slide your mouth down and cover her clit area. Gentle to rough, alternating, not too rough, but everyone is different. Suck the moisture away and use your hands to hold her pussy open. Use the tip of your tongue to rim her lips and complete pussy. Push your tongue into her puckering hole rubbing it on the top of her labia. At this point, your tongue is about an inch away from her 'G'spot, and unless you are Gene Simmons, it ain't gonna reach. But at the same time your tongue is going in and out and back and forth, your nose should be touching her clit. Just a small head movement and you get two spots for one. OK, it's break time. Just ignore the wet face and rise back to her chest and give her nipples some more attention. Push her hands back again, keeping them off you. If she has to use her hands, she has to think about it, and we want her not to think. Nipples, that's it, nipples. Suck, pull, lick, suck, and flick the nipples that are directly connected to her clit. Sensitivity should be high now, so I do not suggest a wet tongue down the side. I do suggest moving back between her legs again. Blow some air on her pussy and then lick it. Blow and lick and then lean up on your elbow and get your middle finger really wet. Her pussy should be also really wet, which allows you to hold your finger rigid and push it inside in a slow but deliberate movement. Don't move it around, just push it all the way in and hold it there. If she is on her back, you should angle and aim your finger push at the middle of her back. This will put your fingertip just below her cervix. Place your mouth over her clit with a lot of spit and use your tongue to tease that little button. Imagine a slippery floor and pushing that clit around. Enjoy yourself. Give her a minute or two of clit play, alternating between soft and hard tongue movements, and then wiggle the tip of your finger. I am sure you will both enjoy this feeling. You should then move your finger a little, in and out, up and down. Push it in all the way and gently twirl your fingertip around and around her cervix. Both the finger and the clit might cause an orgasm, so just roll with it. Now for the technical stuff! Guys, or gals, if you lie by her side and were to place your hand on top of the pussy, your fingers, and your middle finger, would slide between the two lips and just barely be touching the pussy hole. If you were to slide your hand straight ahead, and curl your finger into the hole, your fingertip would be touching the upper inside of her pussy. If you were to move your fingertip in a small circle, in the area it is touching, you should feel a small spot, feeling like a little circle of sandpaper. This is one of the 'G'spot areas. But beware, it is the most sensitive and because of that and it's location to the bladder, she might feel the urge to pee and ask you to stop. Try not to push or bang too hard on the roof of her pussy, as the bladder dips into this area. OK, where were we... kissing and sucking the clit, with a finger exploring her pussy. Push it down and in again, to the bottom, and use the tip of your finger to slide round and round her cervix a few times. When you go around and get your finger to the top of her cervix your smooth fingernail should be rubbing against the top of her pussy. Now, slowly turn your wrist around so your fingerprints are facing up. If you curl your middle finger back into yourself, like a 'come here' movement, you will be rubbing the back side of her bladder. Remember that this hurts considerably if done too hard or if she really has to pee. Of course, that's a whole nother arena of fun!!! Now this new area, behind her bladder, at the back top of her pussy if she is lying on her back, is also part of the 'G'spot nerves. Guys, if you are on top of her, the head of your dick naturally curves up into this same spot. Now, continue sucking and licking that clit, while you move that finger back and forth. I am not sure how long your partner lasts before cumming, but sometimes its fun to just keep going and going and going and going. Now slide 2 fingers inside. Do all the same things again. Her pussy should be very wet and slippery. Now, 3 fingers gently and just hold them still, stretching her pussy while flicking her clit softly with your tongue. Wait until she is just not ready for it and then wiggle your three fingertips. This drives her nuts. Pull your fingers out and give your arm a rest for a minute or two. Lick her pussy lips and hummmmm when you suck her clit. Now slide 3 fingers back inside and hold them there. Start to wiggle your fingers again and at the same time you twist your wrist, pull one finger out. Use back and forth wrist twists to rub the top of her pussy. Your fingers should be positioned with your knuckle rubbing the outside 'G'spot and your fingertips rubbing the inside 'G'spot. Have fun. Lick and suck that clit and use those fingers to find that spot. Be creative. Move in and out, around, one finger, 3 fingers; go to town. Ladies, you will most likely feel like you are going to pee, and this is natural. It is not pee. Just relax and go with it. Don't think, let go. His tongue is mashing your clit and then touching it so lightly you could explode. His fingers are causing insane feelings in your pussy and you are not sure if you are breathing. Guys, keep at it. It just takes practice. For a little while you might just get lots of wet, and then a little dribble, then a stream, maybe even a visible stream. More practice, which most women would not turn down, might get you to the soaked head part of the evening. After the right evening, a bubble bath and a few drinks, my hunny can drown me. GOD that's fun! And the usual response is 'Damn, you are trying to kill me I came so hard!' I am not sure how to end this conversation. She will cum, and as always, stronger pussy muscles are always good. When she cums, those muscles clench down on that gland, and she will squirt a stream of liquid all over. You can feel the gland gush and engorge before it happens. Sometimes pushing on it makes her squirt, sometimes holding my finger in and pulling it out when she pushes down with her muscles makes her squirt. Everyone is different. Being drowned is fun, getting splattered in the chest is fun, seeing my girl lose it and orgasm her brains out; Priceless. Hope this helps :

_I would like to thank Bad_Hobbit for his help with editing this essay._ Cyber-sex strikes me as something of a misnomer. Sex - or at least the way I understand it, as an activity as opposed to a definition of gender - is the meeting of genitals with genitals, or genitals with other bodily parts for the purpose of procreation or mutual erotic pleasure of two, or more participants. Sex for one is masturbation. Cyber-sex, and by the same token, phone-sex and cam-sex, must therefore by definition not be real sex but long distance mutual masturbation. I first encountered cyber-sex several years ago, soon after I discovered 'adult' chat rooms. My first taste of this 'pleasure' came as quite a shock. I was bombarded with private messages from a female user; 'Pussy' I recall was the nickname. (At least I assume 'she' was female, I soon learnt that one can never be quite sure of the gender or intentions of the denizens of adult internet chat rooms unless you have met them in person!) These messages were explicit descriptions of her body, her state of arousal and what she wanted me to do to her. At that time I was still something of a chat virgin. Aroused, yes, but still thrown into a state of shock. Even at the age of 46 I simply had not realised that that sort of thing went on. Naive? Possibly. An innocent? No, simply inexperienced in the world of internet chat. That first encounter turned me off the idea of virtual sex more than it turned me on. Despite this, I kept going back to the chat rooms. I couldn't help myself; I had become a chat addict. Over time, though, I succumbed to the temptation of this form of long-distance sexual relations. It started pretty innocently when I offered words of comfort to a female user in distress. Just chatting in private, we were both feeling lonely, unloved and seeking comfort. Over several sessions, a week or two perhaps, our conversations became more intimate; chatting became transformed to what might be described as 'soft cyber' - the internet chat equivalent of petting or making out. My imagination was fired up. I described how I would like to kiss her, how my fingers would explore and caress her body. She would respond by telling me how she would like to feel my lips on hers, how my words were making her aroused. How her nipples were hardening and how she became moist and tingling between her legs. Over yet more sessions our relationship moved on, as with a real-world affair. We progressed from making out, through mutual masturbation to full sex. The conversations became more directly descriptive rather than expressions of desire. We moved away from the real, physical world into the world of the imagination as we simulated through words the actions of seduction and copulation. And this is where the great paradox strikes. I, a man at that time in my late forties, was in love - possibly - but definitely in lust with a much younger woman, a student, whom I had never met and never would meet. We didn't exchange photographs; we didn't speak on the phone. Our only knowledge of each other was through text messages on a computer screen, our sole communication via the instant private message service of that particular chat site. Yet by the power of imagination our sex seemed real, firing our separate self-pleasuring whilst describing the actions and feelings of our 'coupling' by means of computer keyboards. Each in our own private rooms joined only by miles of copper wire, fibre-optics and internet gateways. Sex? No, not by any normal definition, but for me, at that time it certainly felt like the real thing. 'Fallen Angel' as she styled herself was my first 'cyber lover', but by no means my last. I had many others over the following years. But still, even though almost ten years has now passed, I remember her fondly and the heat and intensity generated by a simple exchange of erotic internet text messages. I was in a difficult place in my life and she, and those who followed her, brought me a form of escape from my real-world troubles. I became quite skilled at the art, if that is the appropriate word, of cyber- sex. At least I received many compliments from my various cyber lovers - I don't intend now to track them down and ask for testimonials so you will just have to take my word for it, bigheaded of me though it may seem. For me cyber-sex developed into something more cerebral and less physical. Oddly, the more I concentrated on giving pleasure to my partner, the greater the vicarious pleasure I would derive from a session. The more I focused on the images I wanted to transmit through my words the less often I would become demonstrably physically aroused. I desisted from my own self-manipulation. My brain might have been in sexual overload but my penis remained flaccid in my underwear. As I gave full reign to my imagination, my bodily reactions became at one remove from the images that I conjured in my mind. My physical self was subjugated, as I gave myself totally to the pursuit of the ultimate mind-fuck. The greatest accolade that I sought was the knowledge that my partner had masturbated and achieved a powerful and pleasurable orgasm from the intensity of my word pictures. My own release I would save for later, alone, disconnected, and offline. Yet occasionally with the right partner, the right scene, the right interactions, I would achieve a sort of hands-free orgasm of my own. Without reaching a state of erection my penis would leak copious amounts of seminal fluid. ('Pre-cum.') I would feel a tightening and throbbing in the groin that I associated with full ejaculation and a post orgasmic sensitivity which made my private parts almost painful to touch for several minutes after the event. I have seen, described elsewhere, what the writer called a 'prostate orgasm'. This he gained not by direct stimulation of his penis but by the rhythmic clenching and release of his pelvic floor muscles. This effect for him was heightened by the use of a specially shaped passive device he inserted in his rectum. After reading that description and relating it to my own experiences, I wonder if that is what I managed unconsciously during particularly hot cyber-sex sessions and without the aid of mechanical intrusions? I think at this point (just to avoid misunderstanding) I should clearly state that all my cyber-sex encounters have been with adults. I know that a few sick individuals have given older male chat room users a very bad reputation. However, whereas I will happily, even proudly, admit that I am a Dirty Old Man, I am not _that sort_ of Dirty Old Man. So as I said, what is known as 'cyber-sex' is not sex of the body but sex of the mind. I have observed and experienced cyber-sex both good and bad. At worst it is boring, unrealistic and a waste of wear and tear on the keyboard. At best, however, the participants work together, reading each other's statements, as real-world lovers would read each other's bodies and actions. Replying with realistic but imaginative descriptive statements of their own, they build and weave a story of progressively heightened arousal through to eventual separate but mutual sexual gratification. Even though this higher, more intellectual form that I shall now call Interactive Erotic Storytelling is still little more than masturbation by remote control, it does have its own form of satisfaction for the participants. I have heard that there may exist a new generation of sex toys. Computer controlled 'plug and play' prosthetic penises and vaginas that can be remotely controlled via the internet. I even heard rumour that someone was developing a full body cyber-sex suit. Covered in sensors and servo driven stimulators, two such suits could be remotely connected and transmit the simulated feelings of caresses from one to the other; a lot more interesting than mere textual or vocal descriptions I should think. A bit of sci-fi wishful thinking on the part of a few sexually frustrated computer geeks? Maybe, but technology moves so fast these days who knows what new 'must have' gadgets are about to hit the marketplace. Despite my apparent condemnation of virtual sex, this bizarre form of sexual congress can be fun, pleasurable, even oddly satisfying. Every day thousands of people, both male and female, are logging into internet chat rooms with the sole purpose of trying to type with one hand whilst pleasuring themselves with the other. Strange but true; before chat rooms, virtual sex did not exist. Lovers may have exchanged sexually charged letters; even in stuffy Victorian England, secret codes were devised so that erotic exchanges could be made under cover of seemingly mundane communications. But these letters would take days, even weeks to reach their destinations and be replied to. Only the rise of the internet allowed these exchanges to become almost instantaneous, thus allowing lovers to play out their text-based virtual fantasies in real time. Phone sex is another variation that I brushed past in my introduction. When I was a teenager we had one telephone in the house and that was not placed in a position that encouraged intimate conversations. With the fear that my ever- present mother might be listening in, telephonic privacy did not really exist in my home. Erotically charged conversations were a complete no-no. About as hot as phone calls to my girlfriends got were variations on the theme of: "Darling I love you so much ... I can't wait to see you again" Of course these protestations would be punctuated my many kissy, smoochy, slurpy noises as we tried to push our tongues down the telephone line and into the ear of the other. The raging hormones of the 1960's teenager encountered more frustration than stimulation. Well at least they did where I lived. How phone sex, as it is recognised in the 21st century began, I can only speculate. I suspect that the growth of mobile-telephony and the development of the networking technologies that allowed the emergence of the World Wide Web and its impact on fixed-line telephony both played their parts. Which came first? Private, as between lovers, phone sex or the porn industry's premium rate sex lines? The premium rate lines certainly could not exist without the technology to support them. And mobile telephony meant that phones became more personal, not a single line shared by the whole household. Private calls could now be truly private. Of course I can only judge this from my own British perspective. The British Post Office was a state-owned lumbering leviathan that accepted change only very slowly. Even after privatisation, it took many years for the old civil service mind-set to be cast away and new technologies to be accepted with enthusiasm. Naturally, in other countries, development happened at different paces. This, of course, would have an effect on how soon or how late the phenomenon of phone sex might have started in one location or another. So this particular sexual revolution can only exist because the technology is in place to allow it to happen. We are watching human evolution happening before our eyes. Now we can even enjoy a kind of instant sexual gratification with someone half a world away. I have only had one excursion into phone sex, and that as a finale to a text session. In text I felt comfortable, insulated within the world of my imagination. It got hot, but despite my best efforts, not quite enough for her. It was she who wanted to move from text to voice, I felt uncomfortable as the move was mid-session and approaching the climax. The sudden intrusion of reality, speaking to a real living person rather than responding to an embodiment of my imagination represented by text threw me somewhat. I am not so shy that I cannot speak to women, but perhaps if the whole session had been conducted by phone or voice-over-internet I would have warmed to what was, for me, a new medium of sexual encounters. However, on that particular night it left me with a strange feeling, I felt exposed and vulnerable. Getting that intimate with a strange woman on the phone (This was the first and only time we 'met.') was just a little bit too weird for me. Cam sex: I think we shall pass over this as quickly as possible. The sector, to me at least, seems to be dominated by pay-to-view porn sites and men who get off by broadcasting their masturbation. I don't have a porn star's physique so I think I shall not be showing off my wares for all the World Wide Web to see. So where have my adventures in internet sex led me? Over time, quite naturally, text based real-time sexual encounters, as many others have found, ceased to excite me. My regular Interactive Erotic Storytelling partners had either also lost interest or disappeared from the net, and trying to find new partners became a chore rather than a pleasure. My life had moved on in other ways as well, things that had caused me to seek comfort in the virtual arms of strangers had mostly been resolved or overcome. Yet, after a while I found that I needed a new outlet for my still fertile and dirty imagination. I started to write erotic stories, inventing characters and putting them into situations where they might have the kind of sexual adventures that I would enjoy if only Lady Luck would smile on me once in a while. This new genre put me under less pressure; there was no one at the other end of a live connection wanting to get off as quickly as my words could drive them. So we arrive at today. So far, excluding this essay, twelve of my stories are published here on Literotica, and two of them bear the coveted red **'H'**. Not great works of literature by any means. - There are other authors here whose skill I can only aspire to - but I hope my stories bring pleasure to a few even if only as masturbatory fantasies. So, you see, cyber-sex has many forms. Some interactive and offering almost instant gratification others take a little bit longer. ********* _Postscript:_ The night, or rather the very early hours of the morning, before I wrote the first draft of this essay served as the source of my inspiration when I plunged once more into the murky waters of cyber-sex. I was drawn by my perverted nature to the foetid fleshpots of the seamier side of the World Wide Web, happened upon a willing partner, whom I seduced and pleasured with my virtual tongue. I sought in that session only for her pleasure repressing my lust to serve hers. - I'm a giving sort of person. - My reward came when I asked if my virtual ministrations had given her some real-world satisfaction. Her reply was. "Better than words can describe." I rejoiced! Perhaps she was just being kind, stroking my fragile male ego, or maybe, even, she was telling the truth. But either way it gave me a little buzz of self-satisfaction. I can still do it! The flesh may be weakened by age, booze, cigarettes and the lack of sleep, but the spirit and imagination are as willing and able as ever.

(Sunday, return flight) "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Columbus in about an hour." The captain continues his spiel as I look out the airplane window, continuing to reflect on the last weekend. I just wonder how I'm going to forget about everything that happened. I should explain. I'm getting married in six days, and meeting Marilyn and falling in love with her has always been the best thing that's ever happened to me. This coming Saturday, we're making it official and getting married - at least we should be. The woman I spent all of college with...and now I just don't know. I met her during freshman orientation at college, and we dated for two years until I asked her to marry me after spring finals of our sophomore year. I had saved my overage checks to buy an engagement ring, and we set a date almost immediately for this Saturday, just a month after graduation. For me, the timing couldn't be any more perfect. I never listened to people who tell us that we're too young to get married. When you know, you know, and Marilyn and I have always known. Our families support us one hundred percent, and her father is even hiring me to be an accountant at his firm. I start next Monday, just two days after the wedding. Maybe Marilyn and I will take a honeymoon next year; I don't know. I'm still figuring things out, though. At this point, my mind is racing, and I'm praying that Marilyn doesn't find out. After all, I need to hold onto this secret for as long as possible, or everything goes to hell - the wedding, my job, everything I've worked for. But on the other hand, is that really the worst thing in the world? I put my head in my hands and think to myself as the plane descends. I guess it's time to get back to my life after a weekend of fantasy. After all, that's pretty much what a bachelor party is. I can't let it run my life. (Friday, noon) My three best friends and I grab our bags, climb off the airport shuttle, and head to the ticket counter, although I'm still not sure why we're here. They're the ones who had me set aside this weekend for my bachelor party, but we're only going to Cleveland; it's just two hours away and it seems easier to drive. I made sure to ask them to keep it simple - no drunken orgies, no strippers, nothing that could get me in trouble - and they seem to be honoring that, although with a wild man like my friend Chaz in the picture, it's hard to imagine what he has set up. Thankfully, Marilyn's here to see me off. She's really the best thing that's happened to me, and I'm thankful she's been in my life since I started college. I never had a girlfriend in high school, but when I saw Marilyn, I knew there was a connection, and so did she. We dated throughout our first two years, and during that time, she's helped me immensely. My grades improved from high school to college, I never went to wild parties, and I have a job lined up after graduation. Chaz may call me a loser for being so into Marilyn's clean-living philosophy, but it's really been the best thing for me. And now here she is at the airport, seeing me off to my bachelor party. She had her bachelorette party last weekend, and it looked like a lot of fun. I'm sure this weekend will be just as exciting, but I'm more looking forward to the wedding next Saturday. She tags along with us all the way to the security check-in, drawing a sneer from Chaz and a snotty remark: "Just buy a ticket and follow us there, why don't you?" Marilyn avoids fighting back, just giving him her world-famous death stare, and the subject is dropped. I kiss her goodbye, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her watching me the whole way as she heads out. I mindlessly meander through security, following behind Chaz, who has all of our boarding passes, and everything goes without incident as I hear the TSA agent give me my gate assignment. I don't really pay too much attention; as usual, I just follow Chaz, who has everything planned out. I soon realize I should have listened to my gut and that something was wrong. It figures; I should never have trusted Chaz to plan a bachelor party. Unfortunately, I don't find out until we're about to arrive at the gate, and my choices consist either of going along - and praying I stay out of trouble - or walking away. "I guess now's the time to tell you, Dave," Chaz begins, appearing to hold back laughter. "We're not going to Cleveland." I should have guessed that by the fact that we're flying and the fact that we'll be incommunicado for over four hours, a fact that displeases Marilyn greatly. He hands out the boarding passes, and I look over it. Immediately my heart sinks - no way am I staying out of trouble this weekend. Not with Chaz on the loose - in Las Vegas. "We board in forty-five minutes. Let's go," Chaz commands, as I stop in my tracks and hand him back the boarding pass. "I'm out," I state, firmly. "Come on, dude," he belts back, with my other friends chiming in. "You only get to do this once." "I said, I'm out," but he refuses to take the boarding pass. "I'm calling Marilyn and going home." "What the hell?" shouts back Chaz. "I put in a lot of work for this weekend, and-" "And I hope you enjoy it," I scold. "I won't be going." "Not cool," he fires back. "Now I didn't say you have to go out to Vegas and fuck the first woman you see. Just have some fun. For all I know, it's the last fucking time you'll be able to after Marilyn gets you on lockdown." "Lockdown?" I shout. "You don't know anything about Marilyn if you think she's keeping me on lockdown." "Fine." The word of defeat evident. "If you really want out, I'll take your boarding pass. Go fuck off home and we'll have fun. But it's the last damn thing I ever do for you." I look at the boarding pass in my hand. Back at Chaz. Then back at the pass, thinking it over. "Or you can come to Vegas and actually do something fun instead of this bullshit Marilyn makes you do. You're a free man for another week. If I were you, I'd enjoy it." I hold the boarding pass in my hands, looking sternly at Chaz while he returns the stare. I can end this. I can go home, tell Marilyn everything, and feel good about what I did. Or I could go with Chaz and see how life is on the other side of things. (Friday, airport) Well, here we are - Las Vegas. All is said and done, We're off the plane, we have our luggage, and we're on our way to the hotel. Chaz, never one to skimp, got us rooms at the Planet Hollywood, if for no other reason than the dealers who wear lingerie. Not my thing, but whatever does it for him. It's a whole lot of hell convincing Marilyn that we were incommunicado for four hours because of a problem with our luggage, but I think she buys it. I know she has an itinerary from Chaz - fake, of course, including a baseball game and some comedy club - but the only itinerary for me this weekend is staying out of trouble. Frankly, though, if Chaz pisses me off, I'm more than happy to spend the weekend in my room watching free cable and eating granola bars while the rest of them go out and do stupid shit. After I get over the initial shock of seeing slot machines at the airport, we catch a cab and check into our hotel room, where I shove my bag into a corner and plop down on the bed exhausted. I take a look out the window - at least it's a nice view of the Strip - and turn on the television, figuring I can at least watch the game we planned on attending on TV. Chaz gathers us all up in some sort of pre-fuckery huddle, asking right away, "Where to first?" "Right here," I answer abruptly. "I'm taking a nap. If you assholes have any money left when I wake up, we'll go get dinner." I expect a bit of laughter out of Chaz - and get none. "You're not fucking this weekend up, Dave," he demands. "You're going out and having a good time, since it's the last time you ever will." "Go fuck yourself," I fire back. "I didn't ask to come out here, and if I want to, I'll sleep. Now get the hell out of here." Chaz throws his hands up and walks out, evidently defeated, and I pass out pretty quickly, not even thinking about what kind of shit they're about to get into. It's about three in the afternoon in Vegas, so there's still lots of time for me to let this weekend slip away while they go out and make stupid decisions. The next thing I notice is my cell phone going off; predictably, it's Marilyn checking in. Damn, I think - have to wake up quickly so she doesn't notice I was sleeping and start asking questions. "Did you get a cold out there?" I hear her ask - I clear my throat and start talking normally. "Don't scare me like that. I told you Chaz was trouble. I wish you were home." Yeah, me too, but I don't tell her that. "So tonight's the show. It must be later." I check the time quickly - almost six, nine back home. "Yeah, it's a later show. I don't know anything about this guy." This part's true - I guess I have to look him up to tell Marilyn about him later. Maybe fake something about how vulgar he is and that I walked out halfway through. Just grit my teeth, I think. Soon I'll be back home. I hang up and call Chaz, figuring he's either broke, in jail, or doing something dumb; surprisingly, he seems pretty upbeat when he answers. "Dude, come down here. I got us reservations at this kick-ass steakhouse." Chaz, of course, says it's on him - must be nice to have rich parents and a bottomless budget for crazy trips. (Friday night, Planet Hollywood casino floor) For once, I actually feel pretty good about this trip. Maybe it's the overpriced dinner Chaz just bought, or maybe it's the whiskey he talked me into having - another thing not to tell Marilyn, who's talked me into giving up alcohol. Until now, that is. "So what do you guys want to play?" Chaz asks, and we go looking for a game. Blackjack? Too conventional, and I can never figure out that damn game. I know it's good, but when do you split, do you hit your 16 against a 10, it's just too much thinking. "I want something easy," I fire back. "I'm not here to do a bunch of math." I spent four years doing a bunch of math. I'm not here to work. Chaz looks around - and zeroes in on the aforementioned lingerie pit. A roulette game doesn't have anyone on it, so we all head over and buy in, Chaz for five hundred and the other guys for a hundred each. I, on the other hand, toss down a $20 bill. "Really, dude?" Chaz scolds. "I only brought a hundred to gamble with," I shoot back - I have more but want to save it. "Just live a little, will you? Besides," he chuckles, "I think you're getting lucky." The dealer, a blonde named Molly, is slightly amused. "You like blondes, right, Dave?" I give a hard look back to Chaz - Marilyn's a redhead. I collect my chips, not letting go of the cold stare, and bet $10 on the even numbers and nothing more while Chaz slaps $5 chips on what seems like the entire board. Molly spins the ball, her breasts resting in her lacy red bra as she grins at us. I guess she's about a C-cup, all natural, and probably a lot smarter than her appearance lets on. The ball drops. "Twenty-two black," Molly calls, paying me my $10 and Chaz a huge stack of chips for his win, though I think he loses about as much as he wins. Molly then instructs us to place our bets as I look over my winnings. After another couple of spins, I'm even, and we seem to have brought Molly some more company. A young woman sets down a tall stack of $100 bills, and Chaz' eyes light up at her - I can tell he's into her right away. She isn't his type at all - Chaz usually likes girls like Molly, and this one is a dark- skinned black woman with red streaks in her hair - but I'm guessing that buying in for $3,000 will change his mind. She brings a friend with her, one with a similar build, dark skin, a bright smile, and blonde highlights - and an equally impressive stack of money. She seems to have trouble finding a spot, so she squeezes in next to me. Great, I think. Just what I need. I glumly slide in a stack of ten chips on red while my new neighbor takes a stack of green chips - twenty-five dollars apiece, chips the dealer ironically calls "quarters" - and dwarfs my stack, betting against me on black. She seems to give me a bit of a dirty look, and I turn away from her. "Lighten up, will you?" she scolds. "I'm just having fun. We're in Vegas; live a little." I fake a smile and look at Molly, who's ready to spin the ball. "I'm sorry," the woman responds. "I don't mean to be in your face. I'm just having fun." She looks me right in the eyes and smiles. She really does have nice eyes. I shouldn't be looking into another woman's eyes like this, but I'm looking at her in the eyes, not taking her behind the table and fucking her. "I'm Cherise," she tells me, extending her hand - no jewelry except a diamond bracelet, fingernails that are real but painted and a bit longer than average, and no beauty marks or blemishes. "Dave," I answer, shaking her hand. She smiles as she releases my hand and looks back at the wheel - damn, I think. "Ten black," Molly calls out as my bet loses but Cherise's wins. I jealously look at Cherise, who collects a mind-blowing stack of chips, tossing one to Molly, who thanks her for the tip. The next couple of spins go much like this, as Cherise wins big and I'm down to my last $10. I look on, frustrated, as Cherise shoves a huge stack of money on black again. "Bet with me," Cherise tells me. "Trust me on this, honey." I look strangely at her, and she repeats it. "Tell you what. I like looking at you, so if you lose, I'll cover your loss. Bet all that on black." She licks her lips as I take her up on her offer, shoving my chips on black. I look at Cherise, tall, polished, and voluptuous, wondering what her deal is. I'm guessing she's some drug dealer's girlfriend or something, not even realizing just what a racist asshole I seem like saying that. Maybe her boyfriend plays football instead; I don't know...damnit, Dave, shut the fuck up. "Twenty black!" calls out Molly, paying both me and Cherise. I take my stack, going back even, as Cherise nudges closer to me. She puts her hand on my leg, though a quick look gets her hand back to her own space. "You ever been to Vegas, sexy?" giggles Cherise - I tell her I haven't and that I'm only 22. "I like younger guys. Well, not that much younger; I'm 28." That's nice, I think. "What brings you out here?" "Bachelor party," I answer, hoping to drop the subject before Chaz notices I'm discussing my upcoming wedding. "I'm getting married next Saturday." "Well, congratulations, I guess. I wouldn't get married at your age." She stacks chips on several numbers, again shoving what appears to be a thousand dollars onto black. "Bet with me again, honey," she insists. "All of it. I'll cover you if you lose." I follow her advice, but then I ask, "I don't get it. Why are you being so nice to me?" "Because," she laughs, "you're so damn good-looking. You're lucky I'm not in your lap right now." "I don't think my fiancee would like that," I sheepishly reply. "Well, your fiancee isn't here, is she?" she fires back. I hear the ball drop once again - fuck yes. "Eight black!" calls out Molly, who's now paying Cherise in $500 purple chips. I'm up for once, and I can't even count how well Cherise is doing. I look over at Chaz, though, and he's buying in for another $500. Cherise seems to be getting friendlier with me, her winnings growing with mine and her hand finding its way into my lap once again but this time staying there. "Do you trust me?" she asks - I don't answer. "Well, if you trust me, bet with me again. Put some chips on my numbers." I put $100 on black, taking my stack and following her direction. "Bet on thirteen," she tells me. "It's my birthday. When's yours?" The twenty-fourth, which I bet on as well. Chaz, of course, isn't anywhere near either of those bets, opposing me with two $100 black chips on red. Eat my dust, Chaz, I think. The hot girl and I are taking your crazy ass down. Molly bends over the wheel and spins, practically exposing herself along the way. I watch the wheel, not even noticing that Cherise seems to have her hands on me and I'm not stopping her at all. The wild thought of a threesome with Cherise and Molly enters my mind, not that I'd entertain any notion that insane. I just want a damn winner. The ball drops, bounces around, off one of those weird diamond-looking things, and I can't bring myself to take my eyes off of it - no, no, no, wait, yes. Good. "Thirty-one black," shouts Molly. My two numbers lose on the inside but I make $100 off the spin. Cherise? Two grand. And her hand under my shirt. "What the-?" I ask Cherise, who quickly removes her hand. I can't even spit it out. "Look at this," she answers, holding four purple chips. "You're lucky, Dave. I'd like to find out just how lucky you are." "Are you shitting me?" I spit out to a confused Cherise - a rarity for me, since Marilyn scolds me for cursing. "Chill, Dave," she giggles as I fume. "I said you're lucky because I won every time here. I usually get my ass kicked at this game." No shit, considering I actually took a statistics class where the professor debunked roulette and its ridiculous house advantage. No idea how I'm up almost $200. "I came out here in May and lost five grand. No big deal." "The fuck do you mean no big deal?" I blurt out. "What the holy fuck do you do where you can blow through five grand on a game with a house edge of five and a quarter percent is no big deal? For fuck's sake, if you want to blow through your God damn money, go play fucking baccarat. It's got better odds." "Will you be cool, Dave? You're acting like a damn spaz. It's like you're some animal that spends your life in a cage eating hamster food and now you're out and don't know what the fuck to do with yourself." I put my hands up in confusion. "I like you, Dave. You sound like a great guy. And I'm up an assload of money, and I think you're the reason." "I get it," I answer, calmly. "But-" "The hand under the shirt, I know." She smiles. "My bad. Won't happen again." Then she leans into my ear and whispers. It takes me a second to figure out what she says. "Unless I have a fat stack out there." I step away from her as Molly appears halfway ready to call security. "Kidding," replies Cherise. "I'm messing with you. God, you're so much fun to fuck around with." Molly giggles as I smile, accepting her explanation. She's already done two spins without us on them - sixteen and twenty-one, both red numbers - and Cherise takes her winnings from the previous spin and slides them out on black. "Tell you what," she calls out to me, seeing me a little annoyed at missing some action. "Bet those chips on black with me." I set two green chips on black, a little nervous. "No. All of them," she continues, and I look at her funny. "Don't give me that look, Dave," she scolds. "Do it." "What if I don't?" I answer. "I'll get it out of you one way or another," she teases. "I'm that damn good. Now do it." I refuse. "Fine. I'll sweeten the pot. If you lose, I'll cover your losses." "You'll cover my losses?" I answer in disbelief. "I will give you two black chips if we lose," she responds. "And I'll leave you alone. You'll never hear from me again." What the hell, I think, as she sets down the two promised chips in front of her, smiling as I comply. Molly gets the ball out to spin. "And by the way," continues Cherise, "if we win, I owe you a drink. We'll color up and head to the bar." "What?" I exclaim, not sure if I'm hearing her right. "It's a drink, not sex," she continues. "Don't be such a fucking prude." With that, I agree, putting my remaining chips on 13 and 24 black. Looks like about $20 on each number. Chaz continues placing numbers on the inside, as does Cherise, who's bent over as she reaches for the far numbers. I look her over for a moment, my eyes averted from the perky blonde dealer, taking in this woman. At this point, it hits me - damn. Cherise is, to put it nicely, fucking hot. Her ass is definitely her best feature, filling out her jeans so perfectly. It's so round, so big, sticking out as she's reaching for some numbers. And she's not shy about it, letting her ass wiggle and shake as she works her magic. I take in a shocked breath, not sure what hit me - and then I see a little more. Underneath her jeans. She's that far bent over, yes - and her jeans are now unable to obscure the barely-there blue g-string underneath. This thing leaves nothing to the imagination - yes, it's there, and it contrasts a bit with her gorgeous ass, but pretty much all I see beyond that is the bare top of her ass. Fuck, I think. And this is just her ass; I haven't even gotten a good look at the rest of her very impressive figure. I snap back into reality as I hear the ball bounce off a number in the wheel, stopping wherever the hell it lands. Not sure what's going on, but I can't let myself get that lost in thought again. Cherise is hot, yes, but she's a fantasy. I don't usually allow myself to dive into fantasy, so it's a bit of a crazy ride when I do. I look over at Molly, who now seems kind of plain by comparison, looking at the ball, ready to make a call. At this point, I've pretty much forgotten about what I bet on - then I look at my stack of chips. Then at the ball. "Thirteen black!" calls out Molly, and I look dead-on at the layout - fucking A. I have a stack of chips on thirteen, as does Cherise, and we're the only two winners. I collect my $200 in winnings, so Cherise doesn't have to cover me, and then comes the time to rake in my big win for number 13. "Pay him in value," instructs Cherise, and I agree, since I'm ready to color up and take my winnings - over a thousand dollars. This out of twenty dollars, just like that, I collect my winnings, turn it into ten black $100 chips and some leftover red $5 chips, and head over to Chaz, who's reaching into his wallet again. Dumbass. "Hey, what are we doing after this?" I ask - and Cherise interrupts me. "You're going with me, sexy," she fires back. "I'm taking you to the bar." "I don't think so," I answer, ready to walk off. The last thing I want to do is get into trouble, and the fastest way to get into trouble is time alone with this woman. "I said, you're going with me," she icily demands. "We had a deal. You won a hell of a lot of money here, and so did I." "I was joking when I agreed to that," I chuckle - she's not smiling. "I thought of you as something of a good luck charm, not as someone I actually thought about spending time alone with." I turn to Chaz, preparing to walk away. "I'm going back to the room." Chaz grabs my shirt. "If you don't do this, I will lose all respect for you and shit in your mouth when you sleep." Well, fuck. "It's a fucking drink. It's not cheating." "Well," I cut him off, "to me it is." "Are you really that fucking lame?" he exclaims. "Was it cheating when Marilyn fucked her tutor?" "You told me you wouldn't mention that again!" Pure rage from me. "We worked through that. It's over." "Right, you worked through that," Chaz snidely remarks. Cherise is looking a little impatient. "What about a couple of weeks ago when I saw her go into that motel with her best friend's ex?" OK, now I know this is bullshit - he steps back and grabs his phone, shuffling through the pictures. This guy takes a lot of pictures, mostly of blondes. Go figure. But then he gets to the pictures in question - that's her, all right, in a motel outside of town. And the exact guy she was talking about. At this point, I'm not sure what to do. I'm a little numb to the realization that Marilyn hasn't stopped cheating on me. I forgave her once. I could do it again. I could go back up to my room and cry. It's what I did the first time, and it sounds good to me. I love Marilyn. I want to marry her. I can get past this. "I'm waiting," the words from an impatient Cherise. "Are we doing this?" I pause. I look her over. This is a sure thing. Even if I don't take it farther than a drink...I need to talk with someone. And Chaz isn't interested. He's too busy handing over money to a blonde. Fine. "I'm in," I answer. "Let's go." (Friday night, Planet Hollywood bar) "I'll take a sex on the beach," Cherise calls out to the bartender, a guy, as she orders me a whiskey sour. "So I know i was little aggressive back there, and I didn't mean to be. I was just having fun." "At this point, Cherise," I fume, "I don't give a fuck what you do. I'm just so fucking pissed off now." "I get it," she answers. "This is why I don't like to be tied down. And you're way too young to be tied down. I mean, come on, you're twenty-two? Did you just graduate college?" I confirm it. "Just do me a favor." OK. "Don't be a whiny little bitch around me about this. Your fiancee is a whore. She doesn't deserve you crying over her. What she deserves," she continues, "is you getting some revenge." "Look," I tell her, firmly, "I know she's cheating on me. But there's no way I'm sleeping with you." "Who said anything about that?" she laughs as our drinks arrive, prompting her to hand over her credit card - a shiny black American Express card - to open a tab. "I'm just showing you a good time." "I don't get it," I stammer. "Why me? Who exactly are you that you can just blow all this money in Vegas?" "Take a guess, Dave," she slyly invites me. "Ummm...I got nothing." I really have nothing. At least nothing that doesn't turn her into some kind of ghetto stereotype on the run from the law. "Lottery winner?" At least that one speaks more to her age than her race. "You're funny," she chuckles. "I'm a venture capitalist. I invest in new businesses and make crazy money off them." "Wow," I marvel. "I always thought of venture capitalists as-" "Old white guys?" she laughs. "No one thinks that's what I do. But I'm damn good. I cleared nine figures last year." I look at her stunned. "Just out of curiosity, what did you think I did?" I think about my answer for a second - and blurt it out thoughtlessly anyway. "Drug dealer." At this point, she loses it - laughing, fortunately. Damn, this woman's cool. And she's paying for me to drink? Why was I wasting my time with a cold bitch like Marilyn when there were women out there like Cherise - probably right under my nose, too. She calms down from laughing at my "drug dealer" comment and finally turns back serious for a moment. "I love your honesty, Dave," she smirks as she talks. "A lot of guys are afraid of me. I think you could handle me." Wait, handle her? "What do you mean?" I blurt out. "We all know where this is going, Dave," she continues. "Let me write down my room number. I'm having a party tonight. Open bar, crazy times. I hope you and your friends are there." She grins as she writes it down - she's across the Strip at the Bellagio. She kisses me on the cheek and walks away, and I watch her head out, studying her walk. She moves in an easy, casual manner, her long legs supporting her big, round ass. I think about the g-string I saw underneath, licking my lips as I see her saunter away. She flips her long, wavy, black hair as I see her disappear from the bar as I imagine myself undressing her in her suite later tonight and- I almost have to slap myself back into reality. Cherise may be hot as fuck, but she's just a fantasy. No way is she interested in a guy like me. I'm just some new college graduate who bet $20 on a roulette table opposite her three thousand. I'm nobody. Besides, I'm getting married in a week. I shouldn't be here. But, on the other hand, Marilyn just fucked her best friend's ex. She's still cheating on me. She probably won't stop, so I guess I just have to work harder at forgiving her. Besides, if I don't, and I end the relationship, that's a lot of pissed-off guests next weekend, and her old man's out twenty grand on wedding expenses. That's fine with me, except I'll be working for him starting the Monday after the wedding. I need this job. The economy is shit, and he's doing me a favor. I guess letting his daughter fuck around is the price I pay for a good job. I sit and finish my drink as Chaz walks up, looking more pleased than before. "You left too soon, buddy!" he shouts. "The thirteen came two more times. I put fifty bucks out there and hit it twice! I made three grand!" Good for you, I think, as I clutch the napkin. "What do you have in your hand, bro?" "Nothing," I answer. "Just my napkin. Spilled my drink a bit." :"You're such a fucking klutz," he taunts as I continue to hold it in my hand while he approaches. Finally, he stops at the seat on the other side and looks closely. "What's written on it?" "Nothing!" I snap back. "Bullshit," he teases, taking it out of my hand before I can answer. One look at it and his eyes light up. "Oh, fuck yes, dude! You got her room number! You are doing this!" "No!" I shout back. "I'm not doing this!" "After what that bitch did, you're not doing anything to her?" he screams. "No! I'm not!" I try to continue, but I'm getting nowhere. "This girl is crazy about you, and you're just blowing her off?" He looks over the napkin - just her name and room number. "I know the Bellagio, and this is a fucking presidential suite." "I don't care!" At this point, I'm almost hoarse. "I'm not cheating on Marilyn." "Why?" Because it's wrong, I think. "Because her asshole father hired you?" That, too. "Her father's a middle manager at a damn accounting firm. Cherise has money for luxury suites at the God damn Bellagio!" "It's not about that!" I shout. "Cherise is a venture capitalist. She'll eat me alive. Besides, she offered me a drink, not a job." "Like you need a fucking job," he laughs. "Just hook up with Cherise and make her your sugar mama." "I don't do that," I dismiss him. "Besides, she doesn't like to be tied down." "Who the fuck said anything about being tied down?" he snaps back. "Just fuck her, spend her money, and live life. Move out here to Vegas or something. That's what I'm doing." "You live in a fantasy world, Chaz," I scold. "Your parents gave you everything. I worked for what I have. Besides," I continue, "she's inviting me to her suite for a party, not sex. Not that I want-" "We're going," he interrupts. "I don't want to hear another fucking word. We're going." "Have fun," I fire back. "I'm going up to the room." "Whatever, dude," he exasperates. "When you decide to stop being a lame-ass, come join me at the Bellagio." That will be never. I'll be a lame-ass who's faithful to his future wife. I'll be the good one. Let him fuck up his life. Besides, I don't go to parties. (Midnight Friday, Bellagio) "This is the place," Chaz tells us as the four of us arrive at the suite Cherise wrote down. I don't know anything about her - maybe she really is a drug dealer or something - and here I am going to her suite. What in the fuck is going on, and why did I let Chaz talk me into this? After Chaz knocks, a woman answers and sees me, looking me over. "You must be Dave," she slurs, sipping a cocktail. "And his friends. Get in here! Woooooooooo!" I look her over - she seems oddly familiar. Blonde, a nice pair of breasts in a low-cut top, cutoff shorts, heels - and Chaz calls out, "Dibs on this one!" pointing to her. I look down her shirt briefly, studying her - holy shit, no wonder she looked familiar. She just paid me a shitload of money on the roulette table. I briefly wonder if her name is really Molly - she confirms it is. I nervously stay with my group, although Chaz is instantly all over Molly while the rest of us head closer to the window. I grab a drink from what appears to be an open bar and kill time looking out the window at the Strip. Chaz is definitely getting lucky tonight. Good for him; I'll just wait here and wait for a chance to leave. I wander a little bit, more trying to stay out of people's way than anything, when I bump into a woman, spilling a bit of her drink on her. After apologizing profusely, she looks me over and pauses for a moment. "Did you come here with that crazy white boy?" She'll have to be more specific. "The one with that blonde?" Yes. "You're the one from the roulette table that won all that money with my girl Cherise, right?" Wait, who the-wait. She's the other woman Cherise was there with. "I thought you looked familiar," I awkwardly tell her. "Dave, right?" I confirm it. "I'm Monet. Cherise and I are business partners. And she left two spins too early." Yes, I know. "And she's looking for you." She directs me through a door, and without thinking, I head in there, not seeing anything. I instantly wish I didn't - the door shuts behind me, and there stands Cherise wearing just the g-string I saw under her jeans earlier and a matching blue bra. "Glad you made it," she softly tells me. "Like what you see, Dave?" "What the hell is going on?" I demand. "Did you just get me up here to-" "Fuck your brains out?" she interrupts. "Of course not. I'm a lot classier than that. If anything, I'm a lot more interested in your brain. I'm always looking for new entrepreneurs." "Look, Cherise," I cut her off, "I have a job already. I start in a week." "A job." She seems dismissive. "Doing whatever some fucker tells you for a paycheck that's too fucking small. You can do so much better. You're a smart guy, Dave." "You don't know anything about me," I snap. "Come on, Dave. All that stuff about the odds of the game." And that means what to you exactly? "You know numbers. You're smart. And I could use a guy who's smart for some business ideas I have. I just need the brains. I have the funding to get you started. I can make you rich." Rich, huh? I suppose you're a great fuck, too. "Not interested," I fire back. I prepare to turn around. "Dave, hang on." I'm not ready to. I want to get the hell out of here. "If you walk away from me, you're going back to your boring life. Working some boring- ass job while your new wife fucks someone else. Is that what you want?" I pause for a moment. "Well, is it?" I can only manage one thing: "I love Marilyn." She chuckles. "And yet you want me." "You're not my type," I fire back. "Don't knock it until you try it," she replies. "Now let me work my magic." "Cherise, I'm sorry, but," I pause, "I'm not into black women." "I get that a lot," she answers. "You know how many guys I get with who say that?" Umm, no? "And do you know how many guys who say the same thing afterwards?" Really now. "Hell, I hooked up with a guy like you a while back in Vegas. A lot like you - married, worked as a store manager, trying to buy a house and start a family. He came out here with a couple of friends, he saw me, and the next thing he did was fly home, leave his wife, quit his job, and came right back out to Vegas. Now he owns a strip club. He makes millions and I see him with a different woman every time I visit." I'm sure she's fucking with me. "He also fed me the same line of bullshit you just did about not liking black girls. And damn near every girl he dates now is black." "Look, that's a very interesting story," I dismiss as she approaches me. "Now let me get back to my life." "Look at me, Dave," as my eyes follow her. It's not hard to look her over; she's gorgeous. "Tell me you don't want to fuck me." "OK," I reply. "I, um, don't want to, um-" "Spit it out," she interrupts, "or I'll do this." Before I can move, she presses her body against me and kisses me. Her big, round breasts press into my chest, her tongue parts my lips, and her hands go straight under my shirt before I can even react. My God, I think. This is incredible. Marilyn doesn't kiss me like this. I wonder if she kisses anyone else like this. But instead of thinking, I just melt. I kiss Cherise back. She's a wonderful kisser. She's passionate, sweet, and tastes heavenly. I don't know how to describe it, but I don't want to think about it. I don't even notice she's removed my shirt, so her bra is now pushed against my bare chest. For a moment, she breaks the kiss and whispers, "How was that?" "Fuck," I whisper. "You're good." "Now would you like me to take your pants off?" she asks. "Yes," I answer, almost on autopilot. "Good," as she undoes my belt, and my pants drop to my ankles and soon come off completely. I'm in my boxers, which she pulls down quickly as she looks my naked body over. I feel a little jealous that she's still in her bra and g-string, but I get the feeling I'll have her naked soon as well. "I knew you wanted me," as she takes my manhood in her hand - hard as a rock. Not that it wasn't the minute I saw her stripped down like this - or even bent over at the roulette table. She's sexy as hell and she knows how to use it. She starts sucking me, fast, passionate, and with purpose, as I look down at her. Her ass is so big, so round, so perfect in that g-string, and it sticks out from her body. Her skin is so dark and so smooth, like dark chocolate. Her breasts...fuck it, I think, as she sucks me, and I bend over and grab the hooks on her bra. Without waiting, I unhook her bra, and she lets it slide off, baring her magnificent breasts. I get a good look inside the bra, seeing the size tag - she has a beautiful pair of DDDs. I immediately grab them and squeeze them lightly as she continues working me over with her mouth. "You want more, baby?" she asks me as she pauses. "Fuck yes," I answer. "Good," she smiles. "Let's fuck." "Do you have a condom?" I ask. "Fuck that," she replies, sliding off her g-string and revealing a neatly trimmed landing strip. "I'm on the pill. I just love hooking up. Now let's go," as she throws me down on the bed and immediately climbs on top of me. "You're a lucky guy," she says, smiling. "You got a sexy woman who wants your cock. And I know you can handle me. How big are you, anyway?" I don't know the answer. "Doesn't matter. You're huge." She kisses me again as she straddles my eager manhood, riding me as she slips her hot, wet tongue in my mouth. Damn, this woman can do anything she wants to me. I think for a second about how I'm blatantly cheating on Marilyn, but I'm beyond caring. "Fuck!" she shouts as I'm sure the other guests can hear us, even over the loud music. "Damn, Dave, you're huge." I grab her ass as she rides me, squeezing her round, amazing cheeks as she rides me hard and fast. I love how she doesn't fuck around and gets straight to business - after years of Marilyn's bullshit, it's nice to have a woman cut straight to the chase and give me exactly what I want. With every bounce of her big, round ass, she pushes me deeper into her, giving me the most intense pleasure of my life. Damn, this woman can fuck. I don't even have to do anything but squeeze her ass, and she's rocking my world. She kisses my neck, my bare chest, my mouth, all over me as she rides me. Her breasts jiggle right in front of my face as I watch her work her perfect magic. Over her moans, I grab her breasts, squeezing them just like her ass - and just like her ass, they're firm, smooth, and so perfect. Her big, round DDDs are all my hands can handle. I kiss her deeply, muffling her moans a bit as she bounces on my cock. She's not changing things up much, just riding me hard and fast as I caress and grope her beneath her magnificent body. Her moans get louder, even through the deep, sustained kiss, and I can tell soon enough she's near climax. I've never been with a woman who loves to fuck as much as Cherise, and she's making it incredible for me, riding me as fast, deep, and hard as she can. "Oh, fuck!" she manages over her loud moans as I feel myself about ready to climax with her. I grab her ass, guiding her thrusts to maximize my pleasure and giving the effect of maximizing hers as well. She speeds up, intensifying her moans and building me up to what's about to be an incredible orgasm. I feel myself about to blow my load, but I don't have to do anything; I just relax, squeeze her ass, and listen to her passionate screams as she grinds into my body, orgasming at the same time as me. She slows down a bit, wiggling her ass over top of me as she straddles my hard cock while it fills her up. I lose all control as I moan softly, drowned out by her screams, my body going into a deep state of relaxed, pleasured numbness. Cherise collapses on top of me, her bare breasts pressed against me as my cock is still inside her. She parts my lips, kissing me softly and stroking my tongue with hers. I feel more satisfied in every way than I thought was possible. She breaks the kiss and I look in her gorgeous eyes and exasperate, "That...was awesome." "I know, baby," she answers softly. "Damn, you're good." "I didn't even do anything," I reply, smiling. "With a cock like that, there's no need." She kisses my neck. "I've never seen a white boy as big as you." She wraps her naked body around mine, throws the sheet over us, and kisses me on the cheek, and soon enough, I drift off to sleep with her all over me. (Saturday morning, 11 am, Bellagio suite) I wake up in a bit of confusion, recognizing instantly that I'm not in my room or at home and wondering where the hell my clothes are. Memories of last night are slowly coming back to me as I wake up. Last night, I played roulette. I won a shitload of money, against all odds. I could have won more. And there was a hot black woman with her friend at the table who bought me a drink and chatted with me. And for some reason, I'm pissed off at Marilyn. Oh, fuck, I think - Marilyn's probably called me a thousand times. What time is it anyway? Why is it so late in the morning? What did I do last night that was so awesome that I still feel satisfied in- Cherise. That was her name. And I fucked her. I cheated on Marilyn. It's not me who's pissed. It's her who's going to be pissed. And it's all my fault. Totally unprovoked, I let Chaz get me in trouble and fuck another woman all because I came to Vegas and put down a bunch of money and then Chaz told me to get back at Marilyn for being such a controlling bitch. Never mind that Marilyn just wants what's best for me and doesn't want me to get into trouble. After all, we worked through the time she slept with her tutor, and it's not like she- Wait, that's right. Now I remember. Marilyn's still a cheating bitch. She did it again. And last night was revenge. I got back at the bitch for cheating on me, by cheating on her. Well, that doesn't make it right. I should be the bigger person. Of course, then again, she did it twice. And God-knows-how-many other times. But then again, she pretty much owns me, and I better do what she wants. That means no other women. After all, I need that job. I had a lot of trouble lining up a job, and I'm so sick of school that grad school isn't a viable option. I mean, it's not like I can just jump ship, call off the wedding, and- Then I hear Chaz entering. Fuck, I think. Not how I want him to see me. "Dude, it's eleven in the damn morning. Let's go get some food and-are these your pants?" Probably, I think, looking down as I sit up, covering myself with the sheet. "Oh my God, you did it! You actually sealed the deal!" He reaches up for a high-five, one I reluctantly give. "I told you she was into you, dude. Fuck yes, you're a lady-killer!" I look up at him, but he seems to be looking next to me - and he picks up a piece of paper. As he reads it, his eyes widen. "Dave - The girls and I were hungry so we got ready and headed out. You wouldn't wake up or we'd join you. Here's my number; let's hook up later. Cherise." He gets this crazy-excited look. "You," he pauses, "are a god now." He hands me the paper, and I get up, covering myself in the sheet, and grab my clothes. "Go ahead and get a shower and let's go eat. We all need to swap stories." For once, I feel OK about what I just did. I have no idea what to tell Marilyn, but that's a problem I have a long time to think about. She doesn't know about Cherise, and I'd like to keep it that way. After I get out of the shower, I check my phone - oh fuck. Thirty-six missed calls, fourteen texts, and I can't even count the voicemails. All from Marilyn. Starting at about six this morning - nine her time. I go through the voicemails - escalating in anger as time passes - and as I finish deleting the last one and disconnect, Marilyn calls me - for the thirty-seventh time. I brace myself - and answer. "When I call you," she shouts, "you answer! You got it?" I sit stunned. "Answer me!" I recover for a moment but say nothing. "I said answer me!" She screeches into the phone, almost hurting my ear. "Are you done now?" I reply, almost taunting her - she rips a shrill scream into the phone and I hear her stomping her feet in the background. "You will behave! You will behave! You will answer when I call! Now get on a plane home now! You are in big trouble when I-" "Will you shut up?" I shout back. "Don't tell me to shut up!" she screams. "Look-" "Do not interrupt!" she shouts. "Call back when you calm down!" I shout back and hang up, seething. I storm out of the suite, Cherise's note in hand, and immediately look for somewhere to eat. (Saturday afternoon, 1 pm, Planet Hollywood) I step out of my room after changing my clothes and spending the last two hours trying to calm down; let's just say that breakfast did not do the job. Marilyn, of course, called back eight times while I was eating - I never answered. I've gone from seeing red and wanting to reach through the phone and strangle her to just thinking, fuck that bitch. I have no idea what I'm going to do for work if Marilyn and I don't get married. I could always move back home and work someplace doing shit work if I have to. I have no illusions about Cherise ever landing me any kind of meaningful work, but at least I'm having fun this weekend and enjoying life for another day until I go back to Ohio and my life goes back to being a pile of shit with a side order of a cheating fiancee. Whatever, I think, as I head out of my room to the elevator. I have a thousand dollars in black chips in my pocket. Time to have some fun. Then suddenly, someone seems to be pulling at me - and the next thing I know, I stumble into an open stairwell having no idea what's going on, and before I can look up, the door shuts - and there she is. "Cherise, what the-" "Good to see you again, Dave," she answers, grinning. "Look, about last night," I exasperate, "that was a one-time thing. I was working things out. It can't happen again." "OK," she answers. "Be cool." And without another word, she drops down to her knees and reaches for my zipper - and before I can react, I'm at her mercy. "What the fuck, Cherise?" I stammer. "I told you-" "I know what you said," she responds, simply removing my manhood from my boxers. "Then stop," I order. "You ever notice, Dave," she opines, "then your dick gets hard the second you see me?" And without another word, she takes my cock and starts sucking it. I look down at her working my shaft over with her skilled mouth, quivering with pleasure as she works her magic. Damn, she's good. And what a great ass, I think as I see the pronounced whale tail underneath her jeans - this time it's a bold red g-string. "Fuck yes, Cherise," I moan. "Suck my cock," I demand, not sure if she hears me. She continues to work me over, taking as much of me in her mouth as she can handle, my exposed body pinned against the wall. I don't see any cameras, but getting in trouble would be worth it for this. She shakes her ass as she sucks me, showing off her amazing skill as I softly moan. I try to keep my voice down, knowing other people on the stairwells don't need to know I'm getting a blowjob but also knowing I won't be stopping her no matter what. She works faster and slicker as I feel her readying me to blow my load. She speeds up, and I feel my whole body go numb with pleasure. I moan incoherently, almost mumbling as she keeps sucking me, drawing me to the point of climax. "Oh fuck yes," I mutter as she prepares to take my load; like a skilled cocksucker, she takes it all in her mouth, licking it off my shaft as I lean back and enjoy the orgasm she's just given me. She licks her lips and zips me back up, smirking at me. I just relax for a moment as she stands back up, kisses me on the cheek, and whispers, "I'll see you soon." Then, without another word, she heads through the door and catches an elevator while I just wait in the stairwell, still in ecstasy. It's barely two minutes later, though, that I receive a text message that snaps me back into reality. Fuck, Marilyn, go the hell away, I think as I grab my phone, expecting a hate-filled message. Then I breathe a bit of a relief - it's not her. I don't recognize the number right away, so I read it, expecting spam. Then I read it: "Roulette table, lingerie pit, two hours. See you soon. Cherise" (Saturday afternoon, Planet Hollywood casino floor) I look at my stack of black chips - ten of them, each worth $100 and all of them won on this table last night - and prepare to part with them. I can't imagine having a lucky streak like last night again, so I figure either I'll just lose them or Cherise won't show up and I can play something else. She's late - of course. I find a nearby video poker machine and stick a $20 bill in and play a dollar a hand. I lose five hands in a row, but at least a waitress stops by and serves me a beer while I wait for Cherise. I really would like to talk with her about what she does, not that I have any illusions of doing it myself. I just need a break from the real world, and a woman living her dream is a breath of fresh air from the wet blanket that is Marilyn, I sip my beer for a moment and press the button for a new hand - fuck me, I think. Twenty dollars down the drain. I accidentally hit the "Bet Max" button - so my remaining $15 is all on this hand. The draw? A jack of clubs and nothing else worth keeping. Well, damn, I think, as I press the button to keep that card and throw the rest back - and then it hits me. That familiar voice. "Hey there, sexy." Cherise kisses me on the cheek again, shocking me back into my Vegas reality. I smile and look up at her as she gives me her trademark smirk. "Those cards suck," she laughs as she presses the Draw button. I look at the screen - son of a bitch, I don't believe it. I watch as four clubs come up on the screen, earning me money for a flush. Then I take a closer look at it - this is no ordinary flush. Cherise's eyes light up and she lets out a crazy noise, somewhere between a drunk girl's "Wooooooooo!" and a joyous laugh. These are not ordinary clubs; I just hit the damn royal flush and made a shitload of money on one hand of video poker. And to think, it was all an accident. I look at the pay table, one that pays $800 for every dollar on the royal. "Do you know how much money this is worth?" she asks - I figure it up in my head quickly and it comes to twelve thousand dollars. "You're buying dinner," she chuckles as she kisses me on the lips passionately and I melt into the kiss. Fuck, this girl is wonderful. We wait for an attendant to come over and sort everything out, take taxes for the payout, and get me set up to have the rest put in my bank account - all the while, Cherise sits in my lap, enjoys my beer, and kisses me. I look in her gorgeous green eyes as we wait for me to get paid - it works out to a little under ten grand in my bank account - and I think to myself, fuck, I'm in love. As we get finished up, I pick up Cherise in my arms, carrying her as she wraps her hand around my neck for security. "I have an idea." She looks at me puzzled. "You play blackjack?" She does. "Well, come with me." I take her to the high limit room and sit at a table for a hundred bucks a hand. The dealer, an attractive black woman named Michelle who's probably in her early 30s, burns a card and smiles as she takes our money. I grab my roulette winnings from last night and put out a black chip. "I never play in here," Cherise tells me. "I usually play lower limits. This isn't my game, really." "Yeah?" I reply. "Well, I'm feeling lucky." As Michelle turns up two cards for me, Cherise whispers in my ear, "Let's see how lucky you are. And even if you lose," she pauses, "you're getting lucky later." Fuck, I want to bend her over the blackjack table and fuck her now. My luck might be running out, though - a ten and a six for me and an ace for the dealer. Michelle offers me insurance; I don't take it. She checks for blackjack - not there. "What do you think?" asks Cherise as I think about my options for a second. Reaching over Cherise, who's still in my lap, I tap the table for a card - Michelle turns me up a four, and I wave her off and take my twenty. She turns up the card underneath - a six, for a total of seventeen, and pays me. I win the next two hands and chat up Michelle a bit; she's quite attractive, but my attention is on Cherise. I'm working almost entirely with my left hand because my right is supporting Cherise, and as I look over the goddess in my lap, I get a devilish thought in my head and slide my hand down her back, sliding it underneath her jeans, "You're so bad," she whispers as I feel my heart race a bit. "You have no idea," I whisper back. Michelle chimes in. "Are the two of you dating or something?" "No, nothing like that," Cherise interjects before I can speak. "We met last night. He's my good luck charm." Of course, at this point, she's my good luck charm. Cherise whispers in my ear, "Bet it all." I look at her funny - I have $1,500 in black chips. "Trust me, baby." She kisses me again, sliding her tongue in my mouth, and at that moment, I'm all hers. I pile up my chips in the betting circle, and Michelle starts dealing - a queen of spades to me, a card face-down to her, and then I watch as she plops down an ace on my queen - blackjack, or a 3-2 payoff on this crazy bet. Then Michelle turns up the first card - another ace. Again, she offers insurance. Then she adds something else - "Even money?" I can take an even payout and make $1,500 on the hand rather than risk not winning anything if Michelle turns up a face card. Cherise adjusts her seat in my lap, straddling my rock-hard cock, one that's been stiff since she kissed me at the video poker machine. She smiles and tells me, "Go for it. She doesn't have it." Well, she was right about the bet, so I listen to her again - no even money. Since I'm the only one at the table, Michelle simply flips up the card - it's a four. She picks out four purple chips worth $500 apiece and pairs them with some black and green ones, sending me $2,250. I look at my total - an insane amount of money. Cherise looks at me, smiling, and kisses my neck. Damn, this girl can turn me on any way she wants. Then she looks at me, grabs my chips, and puts all of them in the betting circle - every single chip. "After we win," she whispers to me, "color up and fuck me." She doesn't have to tell me twice, as I watch Michelle send me two more cards - two jacks, which I waive off against her eight. Then I look as she turns over her hole card - fuck, I think as she turns up a three for eleven. If she draws a face card, I lose it all. I grab the table nervously as she slides over the draw card, sweating bullets, wondering if I even want to fuck Cherise after a loss like that. But then again, I just won twelve grand on video poker; I can't be that upset. Then she turns up the card - a seven. She has eighteen. I win $3,750, and Michelle converts it to big chips totaling $7,500. I hand over my player's card for comp purposes, and Michelle grins as Cherise and I head out, my chips going straight in my pocket and the two of us making a beeline for my room. (Saturday afternoon, Planet Hollywood hotel room) The door closes, and I pin Cherise against the wall, tearing her top off as she does the same to me. I unhook her bra in record time as I tongue-wrestle with her, not even thinking about what we're doing. My bare chest presses against her firm, perfect DDDs while I kiss her. Fuck, this girl's amazing. I undo her jeans, and she quickly removes them as my pants come off next, and immediately we head for the bed, my boxers dropping along the way as she has me naked. I squeeze her round, amazing ass as I slide down her g-string, stripping her naked. I wrap my naked body around hers, as close to her as I can get. as I slide my cock into her eager pussy. She rides me, pinning me down on the bed as she kisses me deeply, her breasts pressed against me as I hold onto her perfect ass. She bounces on my cock as I thrust into her, muffling her passionate moans with my tongue in her mouth. I can't get enough of her. I need her. Every thrust brings a louder moan as she entwines her body with mine, her tight pussy giving my eager cock the most intense pleasure of my life. No one fucks like this - she's almost supernatural. She breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck with insane skill, giving me hickies as she rides my shaft balls-deep. I don't even think about how I'll have to explain this to Marilyn when I get home. Whatever she does, this is worth it. I force my cock in as deep as possible, the very beginning of an orgasm starting to form. I look for her g-spot, wanting to give her the same pleasure she's giving me - and from her increasing screams, it's working. She pushes me down, kissing me and screaming into my eager mouth. The orgasm builds as her screams intensify, her body pressed into mine as I prepare to shoot my load deep inside her. I pull her closer to me by her ass cheeks, pushing my shaft all the way in her tight pussy and enjoying her orgasmic screams. I look into her eyes, a deep abyss of passion and insanity from this goddess who's making me lose my mind. "Cum for me!" she demands as I do as she wants, climaxing as her orgasm finishes off. I lay back, relaxing a bit as she falls on top of me, her entire body weight pressed against me. I want nothing more than everything she's doing. All I can think about is how amazing she makes me feel. My mind a complete blank, I lay with her, holding her close, and let her kiss me. She slides her tongue across mine, a soft moan off her lips. Neither of us can even speak, nor do we need to say anything. For what feels like forever, I lay in bed with Cherise, naked and holding her tight. We don't talk, just looking in each other's eyes, not wanting to move. I know I get a few texts, and I don't even care. Cherise gets one or two, and she doesn't look either. All I want is her. After what feels like several hours of this. Cherise smiles, kisses me on the cheek, and climbs off of me, reaching for her jeans. "You know, it can't be all fucking between us," she starts, the first words either of us has spoken in a while. "I'm a businesswoman. And I need to know about you. If there's nothing behind that huge dick, I can't keep this up. So," she pauses, "tell me about you. I want to know what you're like as a businessman." I tell her everything I know - my acumen for numbers, my background knowledge of the casino industry, and the work I did in college related to the casino in my hometown. I tell her about the job I have lined up - she's not at all impressed by the work or the salary Marilyn's father is paying me. I'm starting to realize I can never do anything like this on that kind of salary. The conversation lasts about an hour, and it's just as amazing as any conversation I've ever had. Granted, I've never had a job interview from a woman I just fucked, one who sat and talked to me in just a g-string. I don't know if Cherise is just fucking with me, but I'm enjoying myself. "I'm impressed with you, Dave," Cherise concludes as she snaps her bra on and I put on my pants. "Tell you what. We're all meeting tonight outside the Bellagio for a limo ride. I want you there at seven." I agree immediately, and she kisses me on the cheek after she finishes getting dressed, smiling. "I'll see you tonight, handsome." She walks out the door, wiggling her ass, and I sigh a bit, realizing I'm in love - and not with my bitch of a fiancee. I get out my phone and text Chaz: "Outside the Bellagio at seven. Trust me on this one." (Saturday evening, outside Bellagio) I send Marilyn a text message, essentially telling her to fuck off, and meet Cherise just outside the door, and damn am I happy to see her. I kiss her on the cheek and look her over - As always, she looks gorgeous, and she lets me peek under her jeans - this time, the g-string is black. "Our ride's here," she says right off, grabbing my hand and walking me over to the line of cars - then my jaw drops. She's ordered a massive stretch limousine. I was expecting a limo, and I've never been in a limo before - that cheapskate Marilyn wouldn't dream of anything like this, even for the wedding - but Cherise goes all-out. This thing could house my school's entire football team with room to spare. I slide inside, and everything is beautiful. There's a bottle of champagne on ice, a cooler full of drinks, a couple of pizzas - I look at Cherise, stunned. "You do know this isn't all for us, right? she chuckles. No, I really don't know - I just think maybe she's the coolest woman on Earth. A couple of minutes later, the limo fills up - friends of hers as well as Chaz and my other friends. Chaz has Molly on his arm, and Cherise's friend Monet is joined by a woman I think I recognize - upon closer inspection, it's Michelle from the high limit table, dressed in a tank top and cutoffs. She's looking hot as hell, but no one looks hotter than Cherise. "So where are we going?" I ask. "We're taking this limo all through downtown," she tells me. "We have a few surprises for you guys. Especially you, Dave.." The limo takes off, and I see the sun starting to set over the Strip. I see Molly all over Chaz, Monet and Michelle getting cozy with what appears to be each other, and Cherise rides in my lap, sipping a glass of champagne she's sharing with me. I lean back, relax, watch the lights, and enjoy Cherise wiggling in my lap. I couldn't be happier. We roll into downtown Las Vegas, somewhere between 4 Queens and the Golden Nugget...I'm not really paying attention. Then Cherise leans over to talk to me. "I know it's loud," she whispers, somewhat loudly, "but I wanted to ask you a few things." Meanwhile, she's in my lap, grinding against me, and my cock is firmly at attention. I'll fuck her right here if she wants me to. "What do you think of coming out here to Vegas and helping me build one of these?" Wait, did she just ask me a business question when we're one step away from fucking in a limo? "What do you mean?" I ask. "I need a man to run my next project, Dave," she answers. "You have a great mind for numbers and I know you know your stuff." Meanwhile, her ass is firmly planted against my cock, slowly grinding. She sips a bit of champagne as she looks into my eyes. We return to the north end of the Strip, a little past the Stratosphere, in what appears to be an empty lot. "See that lot there, Dave?" I look out at it - it doesn't look like much but it's big. "I own that. Well, Monet and I do, along with a couple of other people. We're building a casino here. I've looked everywhere for people to help me run it." Wait, is she offering me a job? "If you accept, you'll be my director of finance. And trust me, I pay a hell of a lot better than your fiancee's old man." I look at the lot as the limo is stopped, my head almost pressed against the glass. I sit there, thinking how this could all be mine. Is she bullshitting me? She owns this? "You don't have to decide now. I have an offer letter ready to send you this week. In fact, when is your wedding?" This Saturday, late morning. "I'll have a car come pick you up from your wedding and get you out here to fill everything out next Saturday." I genuinely don't know what to say. I'm not sure if this is for real, but I do know I'm having a lot of second thoughts about marrying Marilyn. And I know that, if there's no wedding, there's no job. And I have nothing else. I might as well go for this if I don't get married. Before I know it, we're pulled up to just outside the Aria, and people start piling out. Chaz has Molly on his arm while Monet and Michelle pair up with two guys. I get up to head out, figuring dinner and trying to find a place here to bend Cherise over and fuck her - and then she grabs my hand. "You're staying," Cherise commands. Everyone else piles out, and I smile and sit next to her in a wide-open limo, one with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles from everyone else. And I didn't even get a taste. "You ever fuck a girl in the back of a limo?" she asks - needless to say, I'm naked in record time and so is she, our tongues almost never departing each other's mouths. Her matching black bra and g-string are halfway across the limo, and I have her bent over the back seat, ready to take her. I penetrate her fast and deep, fucking her balls-deep and grabbing her DDDs, pulling her close to me. I kiss the back of her neck, wrapping my neck to the front of hers, her sensuous moans right in my ear. I'm not taking it easy on her at all, and I know she doesn't want me to. She grands her big ass back into me as I fuck her tight pussy, her screams increasing in volume. I've never felt as close to anyone as I do to her right now. Soon her mouth meets mine in a deep, sustained, passionate kiss, our tongues together as I fuck her hard and deep. My tongue muffles her moans a bit but I can't stop her. I squeeze her breasts, her back pressed against my chest, as I ride her over the seat. I squeeze as right as I can and kiss her deeper and faster, my cock riding her as fast and deep as I can go. "Fuck yes, Dave," she cries out, "give it to me. Give it to me good, baby," she demands. I feel her tightening around me like the pro she is, her ass pressed against me as I pound her tight snatch with abandon. I feel total power over her, her voluptuous DDDs in the palms of my hands. She's mine. I bite her neck, eliciting a scream from her and a quick smile - at that point, I know I can get as rough as I want. I throw her body over the seat and slap her round ass and call out, "Shake it for me, bitch," and she does as I command while I vigorously spank her round, gorgeous ass. "I can get rough too, Dave," she whispers as I turn her over on her back - she grabs me, pulls me close, and we fall onto the floor, my cock never leaving her incredibly tight pussy for a second, and again I'm on my back, the way she likes it. She pins me down and rides me, straddling my body as I look up at her gorgeous, bouncing body towering over me. I pull her down to me by her hips and spank her ass again; she responds by slapping me right across the face. I look up at her and grin, pulling her down and planting a hickie right on her neck. She does the same, sucking on my neck and giving me one, too. "Now give it to me, Dave," Cherise commands, shouting. "Fucking cum for me!" She pins me back down as I grab her ass, ready to cum once again at her command, giving her exactly what she wants. At the same time, she bounces on my cock, ready for an orgasm of her own, her DDDs pressed against me while her ass shakes for me. I fill her snatch up with everything I have while she shouts uncontrollably right in my face, muffling the screams a bit by diving her tongue in my mouth. Exhausted, I melt into the kiss, lying on the floor with Cherise on top of me, more satisfied than I've ever been in my life. I look in her eyes and smile, not wanting to move or have this moment ever end; she gives me a look that tells me she's thinking the same thing. After a few minutes, though, we do get dressed, still giggling and talking about the experience in the back of the limo, which makes a stop. I look out at my surroundings, not having paid attention at all to where we were going - we're at the airport. What the hell's going on here? "Dave, this weekend has been the best of my life," Cherise tells me. "I wish it didn't have to end. But I have to catch a red-eye to Miami tonight; I'm buying a strip club." On Sunday morning? "I have to do it when no one's there, and the only time the owner and my attorney can make it is tomorrow morning. That's life when you're a businesswoman, you know." She smiles at me. "But so is all this." She kisses me on the lips and climbs out of the limo, and when I try to follow her, she stops me. "I arranged it to take you back to Planet Hollywood. But we'll be in touch about that casino job." She hands me her business card, smiles, and kisses me again before an attendant takes her luggage. I ask the driver to wait a minute before we leave, slipping him a $10 bill to wait as a tip - he gladly takes it, likely understanding I just want to watch Cherise walk away. She blows me a kiss on the way out, the only time I take my eyes off her amazing ass. (Saturday night, Planet Hollywood casino floor) I put out another $25 green chip on the blackjack table, looking somewhat bored as Chaz bets a black $100 chip two seats over. This shoe is killing me, but thankfully I cut back to quarters instead of betting big like I have been all day. I'm already up nearly twenty grand for this trip, which is mind- blowing considering I've only spend $40 of my own money. "Fourteen," the dealer, an older man named Ron, tells me - I look at his card, a seven, and tap the table for a hit, my chin not leaving my other hand. He plops down a four for a total of eighteen, which I waive off along with Chaz's identical total. Ron turns up his hole card, a six, and I think to myself that I have this - until he draws an eight for a total of twenty-one and takes my bet. I mindlessly stick another green $25 chip out there to bet again as Chaz bets another chip. "It's that girl, dude," chimes in Chaz. "I know. Never let her break your heart." "It's not that," I fire back. "I just-" "Dude, you can't get married next week." Well, what the hell else am I going to do? "Cherise is amazing. Look at you. You came here acting like a complete asshole, then you met her, she rocked your world, she helped you win money, and more importantly, she made you happy." He tapes the table to his his total of thirteen, gets a face card, and busts, losing his $100. "Did Marilyn make you this happy?" "Cherise is a fantasy," I counter. "She's a mirage. She's not even real." I hit my eight, getting sixteen, which I waive off against the dealer's four. "I have to be realistic here. And that's why I have to get married and work for her old man." Ron turns up a six and then a jack, taking my money. A waitress comes by and offers drinks, and I order a beer, and as I do, my phone rings, I step away from the table and answer it - it's Marilyn. I brace for the worst. "Hey!" she responds enthusiastically. "I'm so glad you answered. I was afraid you ran off and decided you didn't want to get married after I yelled at you earlier." I try to diffuse the situation and change the subject - fortunately I looked up the score to the baseball game I was supposed to be at, so I could talk about it without making it clear I'm in Vegas. "I wanted to tell you...I'm really sorry about that. I'm actually embarrassed. I know I've been hard on you, and you don't deserve it." No shit. "I promise I'll be better until we get married, and after that, I'll be the best wife I can be. No more incidents like with my tutor." I bite my tongue about her friend's ex - no point in letting her know I know until the time is right. I end the call quickly as the crowd gets louder, something I chalk up to postgame traffic - she buys it. I sit back down to my beer and the blackjack game - at least I manage to win the next two hands. But I find myself with a wandering mind, going back and forth between my life with Marilyn and this fantastic experience with Cherise. I don't know what to do. I know I can't talk to Cherise about it; she's on her way to Miami. And I sure as hell can't talk to Marilyn about it. So I color up and head back up, and Chaz stops me. "Listen," he starts, actually being genuine. "This weekend is more than just a fantasy. Don't throw it away because you're comfortable. Think about it." He walks away from the table, leading me. "If you bet on what you know, you get a shitty job, an asshole boss who can control you 24/7 through his cheating daughter, and nothing more than a great weekend and a reminder of what could have been." He stops at a roulette table, taking a stack of chips and setting it down - on black. "Or you can go with Cherise. She's sexy, she's fun, she's got money, and she can make you rich as hell and crazy happy. And if she doesn't? At least you lived." The ball drops in the wheel - the dealer calls it. "Twenty-six black!" he calls out, paying Chaz. "I guess what I'm trying to tell you is," he tells me, grabbing his newly fattened stack of chips, "always bet on black." It's a lot to think about, yes. It was a great weekend. But Cherise just up and left after another great fuck. And since when do I take advice from Chaz? I don't know. I guess I just have to do what I have to do. And I'm realizing that means I'll be at the church next Saturday, ready to get married. (The next Saturday, Columbus, church) It's been a mind-wracking week. I've had a lot to think about. I've thought to myself about working things out with Marilyn - she doesn't know I know she cheated again and she certainly doesn't know about Cherise; as far as I'm concerned, we're even in that regard - and I've decided it's best that I'm here. And as I stand at the front of the church, my parents' eyes locked on me, Chaz as my best man, I know I'm making the right decision. Chaz has been very supportive, even happy for me. I guess he's figured out I have something he doesn't think he ever can. I hope, for his sake, he gets it, though. Marilyn and I have had a few fights this week, but I held my own, and she backed down all but one time. So yes, I think we can make this work. I watch her maid of honor walk down the aisle with a bouquet, knowing she and her father will be next. I see the smile on her face, her poor, oblivious face, obviously clueless about what Marilyn did. But I guess a good husband would keep her secret. After all, if I'm the one she hurt the worst...well, enough on that subject. The music is about to change and I'm about to get married. She really does look beautiful. Her gown is a shimmering white, her hair is well-manicured, and she appears to have thought of everything. For once, she's smiling. She's so graceful, so at ease. I wish I could say the same for her father, who looks constipated. The preacher, the one she grew up with, starts into his "Dearly beloved, yada yada" spiel. I hear him but I'm tuning him out, mainly because we went over it already but partially because these shoes are uncomfortable. I hope I'm not letting that on too much. "If anyone has reason why these two should not be wed," the preacher continues, "speak now or forever hold your peace." It's nothing more than a formality, in case some schmuck decides to make a spectacle or someone knows something the rest of us don't. It's also my cue. I raise my hand - instantly every head in the sanctuary turns. I'm calling bullshit on my own wedding. The preacher turns to me, and I take the microphone off his robe to speak. "Underneath every seat here, there is an envelope. I'd like everyone to take it out." A few people follow my cue, including a couple of my cousins. "Go on, folks; take a look. Open if up. Everyone needs to see this." Marilyn's gone from happy to disgusted within a matter of seconds. Her father? Pure rage. Inside the envelopes? Those pictures on Chaz's phone of her going into the motel room with the maid of honor's ex - and just so there's no ambiguity, there's a few pictures of them in the motel room bed together. "What is going on here?" shouts Marilyn's father. "What did you do, ruining my daughter's wedding with this...spectacle!" "Why don't you see for yourself?" I ask him, mockingly, at which point my parents walk over to him with a stern look and shove the pictures in his face. He takes a look at them - after shuffling through them, he immediately throws them on the floor and storms up to the altar, where I see Marilyn about ready to explode and the poor preacher looking for an exit. "What business do you have taking these pictures?" he demands, getting right up in my face. "Ask her," I snap. "I'm not the one who raised a whore." At this point, he lunges for me in a fit of rage - thinking quickly, I swing my leg, landing my foot right in his crotch and giving him a perfect nut-shot. He goes down like a ton of bricks. I lean down to him, grinning. "About that job," I taunt, "shove it up your ass. I don't want it. Find another flunkie." Marilyn throws back her veil as I rise back up, looking up at me with a fiery look. "Stop ruining my day!" she demands. "Now stand up here and marry me!" "I don't think so," I chuckle back. "Not after what you did. With her ex." Her poor, oblivious maid of honor. "I should explain," I continue, turning away from Marilyn and to the maid of honor, who's the other victim. "Those pictures are of Marilyn having sex with your dumbass ex-boyfriend. The time stamp on most of them is from about two weeks ago. But there's a few in there from Thursday. I hired a private detective to follow you. I guess you thought I wouldn't find out." Marilyn's face is beet-red at this point. I think she's ready to attack me. "You're lying!" she shouts, apparently thinking of nothing else to shout. "How can you afford a private detective! Did that stupid friend of yours do this?" "No," I laugh back. "I did. With my winnings." "What winnings?" Oh, right. "You gambled in Cleveland? You know I hate that!" "In Cleveland?" At this point, I'm holding back laughter. "Fuck no." This draws even more ire - she hates cursing. "I won a bunch of money in Vegas last weekend. You didn't really think I went to Cleveland, did you?" "That's it!" she screams, almost shrill. "Stand up here and marry me. Then apologize to my father and get your job back. And then you're moving in with me and you're on my watch! You don't do anything unless I say you do! No more going out! No more gambling! And no more Chaz! Or I'll make sure no one ever hires you!" "That's rich, Marilyn," I tease. "I don't need anyone to hire me. Because someone did while I was out there. In fact," I continue, "I have to go. I'm on my way out there now." I turn and walk back down the aisle, leaving her and her father in the dust. I see her try to follow me - her heels slow her down, so she never catches me until we get outside. She blocks my path. "You will not walk out on me!" I ignore her and try to sidestep her - again, she blocks me in. "I own you! Now get in there!" Her father catches up to us again, so I'm totally blocked in. At this point, a black car pulls up and the window rolls down, and out steps a man in a suit. "Dave?" he calls out - I raise my hand. "I'm your ride." "He's not going anywhere!" shouts Marilyn. She averts her attention to the driver while her father stands in my way. I smile at him and shove him out of the way, and when he fights back, I look back at him. "You want to do this the easy way of the hard way, bitch?" He doesn't respond and doesn't move, so I grab his shirt collar and pull him out of the way, heading over to the car while Marilyn continues to scream and yell. I climb in the back and give her the finger on my way to the airport. Quickly after that, my phone rings - it's thankfully not Marilyn. "Dave, it's Monet, Cherise's friend." Oh, good. "We'll have a car get you at the airport. I hope the Aria's all right for a room for the next few days." Hell yes it is. "And let's just say Cherise told us everything." Us? "And we do mean everything. Let me just say, Cherise may be a dream for you," she goes on, "but she's basic. She won't do what I do." "Whoa, whoa, slow down," I reply, baffled. "Baby," she answers, "you'll see Cherise, all right. But you'll see me and Michelle first." The dealer from high limit. "Meet us at the roulette table tonight. And Dave?" she asks. "Always bet on black."

Chapter-1 F.B.I. was on a lookout for some terrorist groups in the city. Mr. Zander one of the wealthiest man in the city was on the list of suspects to be involved in one of the terrorist group. He was a hard man to reach and F.B.I. didn't want him to be aware of the suspicion on him. F.B.I. had already deployed their most trusted agent Penny on it. Penny was keeping a close eye on Mr. Zander. He was at a client meeting at the business plaza, Penny was following him closely. Mr. Zander's security head Daisy got her eye on Penny. Daisy was ex military, tall, fit beauty with raven hair and tanned skin. She was the most trusted person for Mr. Zander. Penny was now trying to get into Mr. Zander's hotel room as he was busy attending the meeting. She was trying to pick the lock. Suddenly Penny heard a voice behind her. "Looking for these?" Penny turned it was Daisy standing right behind her with 2 guards. Penny said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought this is my room." Daisy, "Stop right there. I know you work for F.B.I." Penny realised she had to run. She turned and quickly ran to the fire exit. Daisy ordered the guards, "Get her." Penny opened the door for fire exit. Then suddenly one of the guard caught her around the waist. She gave him a head bum with back of her head. His nose started bleeding. She turned and threw him over her shoulder on the stairs. He went down crashing. She turned and kicked the other guard right in the balls. He fell on his back and she ran down the stairs. Daisy knew Penny would be heading to the underground parking. She took the elevator. Penny reached to the underground parking. She was about to get to her car. Suddenly Daisy appeared out of now were with a gun. Daisy was wearing a tight pink dress. She was pointing her gun right at Penny. Penny knew she could disarm Daisy and take her down easily. Plus Daisy was wearing a dress and she couldn't fight in it. Penny moved fast towards Daisy. She grabbed her hand holding the gun and punched Daisy right in the face. Gun fell on the floor. Daisy kicked with her right leg on Penny's stomach. Penny tried to pick the gun. Daisy kicked the gun away with her left leg. Penny punched Daisy's groin area. Penny got up and grabbed Daisy's shoulder strap and pulled it hard. Her dress zipper broke. Penny kicked Daisy's face with her left knee. Daisy's dress was down to her waist with her black bra now visible. Penny grabbed her dress and pulled it off. Now Daisy was lying down in her bra and panties. Penny picked the gun and pointed it at Daisy. Penny, "Get on your knees with hands on your head." Daisy complied breathing hard. Penny grabbed Daisy by her hair and bent her over the car. She gave Daisy a hard wedgie and tore her panties. Penny was wearing jeans and top with leather belt around her waist. She pulled out her belt and started slapping Daisy's ass with it. Penny, "This is for punching me." She wrapped her belt around Daisy's neck and unclasped her bra. Now Daisy was completely naked in the parking. She strangled Daisy with her belt. Daisy dropped about unconscious. Penny tied Daisy's hands behind her back with her bra, Her legs were tied with her dress. Penny tied Daisy's panties around her mouth. Penny Slapped Daisy's face, got in her car and drove away leaving Daisy naked tied up and unconscious. Chapter-2 Penny received a call from her mission coordinate(Dexter), "Zander is not here alone. His father Mr. Hudson is accompanying him for the meeting." Penny, "What about Daisy?" Dexter, "She is in the hospital unconscious. You have a last chance to get data from Mr. Hudson's laptop as it is also connected to the company server. Be at Beans and leaves club at 10 PM, and try to get to Mr. Hudson's hotel room were you can find the laptop." Penny, "Roger that, Mr. Hudson won't be able to resist me." Chapter-3 At 10 PM at the club. Penny entered the club in heels and a hot black dress. Her dress was backless and had a slit for her left leg. She made everyone's head turn. The black dress was extenuating her curves. She spotted Mr. Hudson and sat right next to him on the bar seat. Mr. Hudson was checking her out. Hudson, "Can I buy you a drink." Penny Smiling, "Sure, I never refuse a drink from older handsome men." Hudson, "So you like older guys." Penny in a seductive manner, "I love matured men." Both of them chatted. Flirting with each other. Penny was expert at seducing men. She just wanted to get to his laptop in his hotel room. Hudson, "I think we had enough drinks. Want to go out somewhere. The night is young." Penny, "How about your place?" Hudson with a grin, "Tell you what, You finish your drink and be at room 601 in this hotel. I'll be waiting there with a surprise." He winked. Penny nodded and Mr. Hudson left the bar. Penny had a ear piece in her left ear. She talked to her mission operator Dexter. Updated him about the mission stats. She finished her drink and got in the elevator for the 6th floor. She knocked on the door of room 601. Door opened with Mr. Hudson standing there in a robe. Mr. Hudson was an old man probably in his sixties with white hair and beard. He looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Hudson, "Well how ready are you to get into the room?" Penny smiled in a seductive manner moved her hands behind her neck and unclasped her dress. Suddenly the whole dress fell to her ankles and she stood there butt naked in just her hells. Her caramel skin was shining in the lobby. Hudson was at loss of words. He said, "get in. I'll take the dress." Suddenly the elevator door opened a bellboy got out of the elevator with some luggage. He stopped right there with eyes widened and jaw dropped. Penny looked like a goddess in her brown skin, with all the right curves 35-28-35. She looked towards the bellboy gave him a flying kiss and walked inside the room leaving her dress on the floor. Hudson grabbed the dress in the room. She entered and sat on a sofa near the entrance. She was scanning the room and she spotted the laptop it was on a study table on sleep mode. Mr. Hudson turned on some music from the music player and walked towards Penny he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. Then he stood and opened his robe. He was naked inside and Penny arched her eyebrows in surprise looking at his 6 inch flaccid cock dangling between his legs. Hudson, "I'll be back." He walked towards the washroom when in and downed 2 blue pills of viagra with a glass of water and started freshening up. Penny quickly got up to the laptop. She removed a small USB stick from her right ear ring and inserted it in the laptop. She download a malware on his laptop. Penny, "It's done." Dexter in her earpiece, "Great this malware won't be visible on his laptop and I will have full control of his laptop." Penny, "Good now I have to leave. I can't do it with an old man." Dexter, "Throw the USB and the earpiece in the dustbin, drug him and leave the room. Don't forget to put something on when you leave. We don't want you walking naked in public." Penny giggled, "Oh, You saw the show I put on through the Lobby surveillance camera." Suddenly Mr. Hudson stepped out of the washroom. Penny quickly closed the laptop and threw the USB and earpiece in the dustbin. Mr. Hudson walked behind her and grabbed her boobs with both his hands and started squeezing them. He started kissing her neck. Then he turned her facing him and started kissing her with his tounge exploring her insides. She felt disgusted. He placed both his hands on her bare ass cheeks and started squeezing them. After few seconds. She could now feel his erection touching her thighs. He now started kissing and sucking her big boobs. Licking her nipples and sucking them like a baby. He was biting them softly. He enjoyed body for few minutes. Then kissing her neck came close to her right ear. Hudson, "Where is your ear ring?" Penny, "I took it off just like everything else." Hudson, "What about your ear piece?" Penny stood shocked. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She realised it was a injection. Mr. Hudson took it out of his robes pocket and injected her. Penny was feeling powerless. Mr. Hudson pushed her on the bed. She fell there just lying staring at his fully erect 9 inch dick. Hudson, "Don't worry I am not going to kill you. I am going to teach you a good lesson for what you did to my personal whore Daisy." Penny couldn't move and her eyes widened. Hudson, "I have injected you with a venom from puff fish, your body is paralyzed but you can feel everything." He walked towards her and slapped her hard. She felt the pain but couldn't move. Hudson, "Alright Bitch now I'm going to humiliate you." Hudson walked closer and started rubbing his cock all over her face. Then with one hand he grabbed his hairy balls and with the other he opened her mouth. He now almost sat on her face with his balls in her mouth and his cock on her face. Her mouth was full with his big hairy balls and she could feel some pre cum dripping from his cock on her hair Hudson, "Yeah, Like the taste of my balls?" He then stood up grabbed fist full of her hair and rammed his cock in her throat. Fucking her face hard. sometimes beating his cock on her cheeks. Her face was a complete mess dripping with saliva and pre cum. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side of the bed. Now she could see him upside down. He inserted his cock in her mouth grabbed her boobs with both his hands and fucked her throat. His ball sack was hitting her forehead. He could clearly see her throat bulging with every thrust. Fucking her face for few minutes bought him close to climax. He stopped pulled her up to her knees on the bed and started jerking his cock close to her face. She couldn't move her eyes were watering. Hudson, "Get ready for the load whore." He moaned and shot his load all over her face even in her eyes. Her eyes were burning. He then wiped his cock on her hair. Hudson, "We have few minutes until I'm hard again. So let's play." He walked to the study table and walked back with a marker in his hand. He started writing on Penny's body. He wrote SLUT above her breast, CUM DUMP on her belly. PROPERTY OF F.B.I. on her ass cheek and slapped it and at last he wrote WHORE on her forehead. Then he walked towards the coffee table. There was a fruit basket next to it. He walked to Penny with 3 bananas. Hudson, "Time to fill up all your holes." He shoved one banana right in her throat. One insider her pussy and for the last one her turned her up she was now lying face down ass up. He started pushing the banana in her asshole. It was very tight and painful for Penny. He some how pushed it in. Hudson, "Alright Bitch time to click few pics for Daisy to make her feel good." He clicked few pictures of Penny. She was completely humiliated. Then Mr. Hudson call one of his bodyguard and asked him to be at his room in 10 minutes. Mr. Hudson was back to hardness. He stood behind Penny and pulled out the banana from her asshole. Her asshole was now wider. He easily slipped his cock in her ass. In and out slowly then started fucking her ass in full pace. Tears rolled out of her eyes. He continued to fuck her ass mercilessly. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Hudson, "Come in." It was his bodyguard. He was a tall black man. Mr. Hudson withdrew his cock and stood up. Hudson, "Billy I want you to help me get her in my car. Before you help me you are free to use her ass." Billy quickly dropped his pants pulled out his cock and stroked it to hardness. His cock was huge. He stood behind Penny and with one hard thrust entered her. Mr. Hudson stood in front of her face pulled out the banana and rammed his cock up her throat. Penny was now sandwiched between them. They fucked her hard for few minutes. Penny was disgusted by the taste of her ass on Mr. Hudson's cock. Soon he shoot his load in her throat. Billy came in her ass. Meanwhile Dexter was worried about Penny. He kept looking at the lobby surveillance camera. Both men tied her wrist and ankles pulled her up and got out of the room. They were taking her to the parking area through the elevator. Dexter was shocked to see Penny naked on the shoulders of a huge black man with Mr. Hudson grabbing her hair walking behind him. Dexter quickly alarmed a backup team to rescue Penny. Billy dropped Penny on the front seat. Mr. Hudson drove the car out of city limits. Hudson, "I can't kill you because I don't want F.B.I. on my back. But I'll drop you here with your belongings." He pulled out her USB and earpiece from his pocket and shoved them in her ass with his fingers. Penny could now move a little as the venoms effect had lowered. He stopped the car and pushed her out. Penny fell on some bushes. He drove off. Penny was lying there naked. Until the rescue team found her. THE END.

It is a belief of mine that anal sex and making love just don't coexist. Don't get me wrong I am not saying I don't like taking my cock and sliding it up my wife's Hershey highway but every time we have had anal it is just about pure animal lust. Of course when doing anal you have to get the person ready. Myself I love doing it orally to my wife and I know if I am going to get to travel that sacrosanct hole as soon as I put my tongue there. If my woman thrusts her hips back on my face to take my tongue deep in her ass then I know anal is on for that night. We don't practice backdoor loving on a regular basis it is more of a treat for me than anything. And it isn't that she doesn't like it, many times she has had assgasms. The infrequency of our anal sexploits is due to the fact we just don't always think about getting to that stage during our romps. When we do it is fantastic! There is nothing like hot, sweaty, lustful and animalistic sex. When we engage in anal play in is pure and raw. It is on those occasions when she calls out to me to fuck her tight ass and I tell her what a dirty slut she is and our hot talk just takes it to an even higher level. I never last long when I have my cock sliding deep in her bowels though. Maybe it is the forbidden nature of the act, or just the fact I am so excited to be splitting her ass open with my shaft but when we are fucking that way as soon as she begs me to cum up her poop chute it is over for me. That is why I just can't see two people connected in anal activity actually having a "loving" time. To me making love is about tenderness and caresses not blind passion and nastiness. When I make love to my woman I like to shower her in kisses, little pecks behind the earlobe, a lingering tongue at the nape of her neck. When we are ass fucking it is about the smacks on her ample ass to get her ready for the painful pleasure of having her cheeks split by throbbing cock. When making love we like to lightly crawl all over each other, it is more a hunger for the other person's soul and being than a hunger to "get off". The end result in raw raunchy sex is to have the most powerful "physical" orgasm. How much can you shoot, how high, how often and for the ladies how much you squirt or shake, that is what raunchy sex is about. And I have to say I have never experienced an anal night that hasn't been totally raunchy. In making love it really isn't even about the orgasm, you know when your passion is deep for someone and you truly love them it will happen in the moment. The thrill of making love is the love itself. The whispers in each other's ears, the light stroke of each other's skin and the deep stares into each other's eyes is making love. There are no "fuck me harder studs", no "you are such a dirty bitches", just compassion and hearts aching for each other. Now don't get me wrong I like both "making love" and just plain hardcore fucking, they are just different. People can enjoy each just as much but they are complete different entities. The perfect thing is when you get to enjoy both with someone you care about. Now many of you reading this might disagree, and of course I would never say I am right and you are wrong. Maybe you have been one of the lucky ones to tenderly have anal sex with someone you love. Myself, I see it much like spankings, the pain that comes with the act just makes it sex and not love. If you have happened to have a "love making" session when either sliding your cock in a nice tight ass or you have had a romantic time while getting your ass stuffed, I would love to hear about it. To me it would almost be like winning the lottery, well maybe not the lottery but you know what I mean. In conclusion "fuck me up my tight ass" and "yes harder, harder" to me is just not making love. In an act like anal fucking I just can't see love being a part of the experience. Can the two people enjoying some backdoor action be in love? Absolutely, but can the same two people in love, "make love" anally? I think not, the dirtiness of it just doesn't allow for it. And I mean a good dirty, kinda like me DirtyJoe. Would love to hear what you all think!

After Amie had unprotected sex with the two young black thugs at the lake we were faced with the possibility that she had gotten pregnant by one of them. She was on no birth control whatsoever as we had been trying to have a baby and the fact she had received multiple loads from them deep inside her just increased the possibility. I was also freaked out by the possibility of her contracting a sexually transmitted disease from them as we did not have proof they were disease free as we were accustomed. Now I was faced with the unavoidable fact that she might be pregnant with a black man's child and basically a stranger at that. This would be a very tough situation for my professional life, not to mention our private lives if she should give birth to a mixed race child. I had been the one to encourage Amie to get it on with black men and it has been very exciting and extremely sexy to see my beautiful blond wife surrender her incredible body to her black lovers. Even now Amie's body is gorgeous, she is 5' 2", 115 lbs and her 34-24-34 figure still turns heads even though she is now in her mid 30s. I think her face is beautiful with clear blue eyes, full lips and it all framed by a mane of long blonde hair. She looks so much younger than her age. While it has bothered me at times how obsessed she is with black men and can be disturbing to see how much she enjoys their big black cocks which at times have been much larger than mine, our love life has been enhanced by our experiences. The day after our hike and visit to the lake and black encounter was very tense. Amie had taken a chance with these guys that was not wise and she knew I was still upset with her. We did not talk much when she woke up and for the rest of the day. Later that evening as we were watching TV, Amie turns off the TV and snuggles up next to me on the couch. She puts her arms around me and looks at me with her pretty blue eyes which were now welling up with tears. "I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself yesterday. Those two men were just so gorgeous and sexy and it was such a beautiful afternoon. I still should not have taken them bare without protection...can you please forgive me?" I looked at her long and hard and after thinking for a bit I finally responded, "What if you are pregnant? I am not wild about raising a mixed race baby." "I dunno, we'll just have to talk about it if it happens" She answers. "That's all fine and good except what if you picked up a disease from them? I probably have it now if you did." I said, staring into her eyes. "I think I'm fine, I just know." She whispers. I pondered everything for a few moments before I finally said, "I just feel like I have lost control of this whole thing we do. Christ, I swear you would take you clothes off and suck and fuck for any man with a big black cock swinging between his legs. A woman with your looks can have any man you want and it seems like you are just not that choosy. I feel like I don't know you anymore and when I watch you fuck these men I sometime think I am watching a strange woman in a porn flick. And a very extreme hard core flick at that!" She thinks and finally responds, "I guess I get carried away at times and I sometimes can't believe what's happening to me when they have sex with me. I seems so unreal and incredibly sexy in a bizarre way especially when you are watching us, you must think I am such a fucking slut!" As it turned out, my Amie didn't get pregnant and she didn't get any STDs to our great relief. Everything seemed to turn back to normal and everything was pretty blissful. The only bump in the road we had was when Amie told me that Jackson (the big black ex boxer she had fucked after she stripped in a club) had called her and wanted to get together with her again. She told me she would like to be with him again also if it was OK with me. I hated that man and his smug demeanor and he was the only black man I ever really regretted her being with. "What are you doing talking to him?" I snapped. "We need to get you a new cell phone so he doesn't have your number. What do you see in that parking lot attendant anyway?" Amie looks away then turns to me and says, "He's got a new job now, he in charge of security at a big nightclub in Boston." "Great, he's bouncer...hardly much better!" I sneered and I continued, "I still don't know why you like him, he's not that good looking and is such an asshole. I think you are obsessed with his big cock." Amie smiles slightly and says, "You're just jealous of him, sure I love his cock but I also think he is nice. He's certainly a great lover and I think that bothers you. I also think you are intimidated by him and you're afraid he will beat you up." Amie was baiting me, trying to get under my skin and fly off the handle but I decided not to let it happen. I told her it was out of the question and went into the living room and turned on the television. I don't know how long I sat there absentmindedly watching a movie when Amie finally came in and sat next to me. She sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity when she cleared her throat and without looking at me says, "I'm sorry, what I said was uncalled for, please don't be mad." I look at her and she has tears in her eyes and she reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. What could I do? I love her so much and she is so beautiful and so much of this is my fault for encouraging her to take on black lovers. The next thing I knew we were intertwined kissing deeply and the sex we had was fantastic. We made up and we decided to wait for awhile before starting a family. All seemed well and good and I had put the incident behind me and I will tell you I felt so lucky to be with such a beautiful and sexy woman. Making love to her is like real live pornography every night. The sights I have seen of her with her black lovers and the incredibly sensuous and downright dirty things she did with them are forever burned into my mind. This enhanced my libido and I know she is turned on by it all as we engage in dirty talk about her experiences when we make love. All this being said, we discussed getting out of this interracial lifestyle and putting this all behind us. Finally last year it had been over two years since Amie had been shared with other men so we decided to try again to have a child so Amie went off her birth control. Everything went along well until last fall. For some reason I started to get suspicious of her and I couldn't keep having thoughts of distrust. At first I thought I was crazy but things kept happening to feed my paranoia. When I was away on business trips, she sometimes wouldn't answer our home phone and I would only reach her by her cell phone. I know every inch of Amie's body intimately and I also noticed that once when we made love I saw what appeared to be a hickey on one of her breasts and her arms had some scratches and a few small bruises and some marks on her backside. She explained it away that she had been out jogging and had tripped and taken a tumble into a ditch. I wasn't convinced and I needed to know so I decided to tell her I was going out of town for business for a few days. I actually would stick around do some detective work and see if I could catch her in the act if she indeed was up to anything. I told a co-worker I needed to borrow his truck to move something. Amie was not familiar with it and I figured I could spy on her without her seeing me. The day I was supposed to go on the trip was a Thursday, Amie always has Fridays off and I figured if she was up to anything she would do it either Thursday or Friday night so I told her I would be back on Sunday. This would give her plenty of opportunity if she was indeed having an affair. I packed my suitcase and briefcase and I kissed Amie goodbye. I drove my Jeep to work and traded vehicles and I drove to where she works an hour before she was scheduled to leave for the day. I parked way down the street where I could see her parked car and waited. It turned out I didn't need to wait long as she comes out a half hour early. She gets in her vehicle and pulls out of the parking lot and I follow. She ends up going back home which didn't exactly surprise me and I park down the street, hoping she didn't look my way. She was in the house about an hour when she comes out, dressed in a tight short black dress I had bought her recently. She was carrying her jacket and a small suitcase, it looked like she was in a hurry. I hung back and followed her, almost losing her when a light changed red but I caught up to her when she stopped at a traffic light. She ended up going to a park and ride lot at the Civic Center and she pulls up beside a dark blue sedan that looked like a rental. She gets out with her suitcase, puts it in the back seat and gets into the passenger side of the car, I couldn't see much but she seemed to lean over and kiss someone in the drivers seat. They pull out of the parking space and head out of the lot with me hanging back, praying I would not lose them. I followed them for nearly an hour until they pulled into motel I was familiar with as Amie and I had stayed there before. I parked up the street and in sight of the motel's office. In a few moments the driver's side door opens and felt myself get light headed when I saw who it was. The man stepping out was a black man, a very big black man and to my horror it was Jackson, the asshole she had picked up at the strip club when she danced on amateur night. I shouldn't have been surprised as she had expressed interest in fucking him again but I had forbid it. I did not like the man and I did not want him to put his massive black cock inside my Amie. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me and I was totally enraged. I should have seen this coming as he had been in contact with her and had told her of his new job a head of security in a big nightclub. This was a big step up from his parking lot attendant job but made sense considering he was an ex boxer. I was so pissed off my first reaction was to run down to the car and confront them but something kept me glued to my seat. Was it fear of this imposing black man, the embarrassment of the confrontation or did I really want her to fuck him? No matter the reason, I sat there as he came out with the motel key, got in the car and drove to the room. I pulled out and drove slowly to the motel and pulled into the parking lot to turn around. As I did I saw them park in front of a room and they both got out. They embraced and kissed deeply before going into the room, I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach when I realized it was a room Amie and I had stayed in on a previous occasion. I then realized I was only about 200 feet from them and it was a miracle they did not see me, it helped that the windows to the truck were tinted. I started the truck and drove up the street, trying to figure out my next move. I parked in a mini mall just up the street and just sat there in shock, my hands were shaking and I felt so hurt. I don't know how long I sat there but after awhile I got out and walked down to the motel and I went to the room that I saw Amie and Jackson go into. I sneaked up to the window to see whatever I could see. It was starting to get dark and the outside lights were not on yet so I figured they couldn't see me if I peered in on them. They had closed the venetian blinds but fortunately for me they had left them open just a bit so at the right angle I could seen some of the room and I was greeted with the sight of her walking out of the bathroom totally nude and crawling up onto the bed where Jackson was laying fully naked on his back with his big cock fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. Amie kneels between his legs and fondles his balls as she starts kissing and sucking his nipples. She then slowly runs her tongue down his chest and belly as she continues stroking his balls. When her lips get to his penis she lightly runs her tongue up and down its black shaft. She then engulfs the tip in her mouth and sucks him for awhile until she finally positions herself on top of him and lowers her pussy onto his bare black cock. There she was astride his massive dick cowgirl style humping up and down on it. I had a horrible feeling, it wasn't the fact she was getting fucked by a black man as I had encouraged her to do so in the recent past and it was one of the most incredibly sensual things I had ever seen. What bothered me was she was doing it behind my back and to top it off was doing with a man I intensely disliked. Amie was leaning in and kissing him as she thrusts her hips up and down, driving her sweet little pussy onto his cock which was glistening with her love juices. She raises up a bit and he hungrily kisses and bites her pretty tits. After a few moments of this she sits back so he gets a good view of her and he roughly grabs her breasts, pulling on her nipples. She throws her head back and shakes her head back and forth with her long blonde hair flying around. After a bit of her riding him she slides off him and lies on her back. She spread her legs wide for him and he mounts her, driving his big black cock into her with one hard thrust. He sets up a furious pace, pounding her sweet little bare pussy hard as she attempts to reach around him and clutch his ass with her dainty hands, pulling him into her with each stroke. I couldn't see much of her because she had practically disappeared underneath his massive body as he fucked her. I was in a haze, riveted on them fucking furiously like animals when suddenly I became aware of the sound of a door opening and voices. I turned to see an older couple coming out of a room several doors down from where I was. I quickly turned and walked away, hoping they hadn't seen me peering though their motel room. I get into the truck and pull out onto the street and drive around town for about half an hour. I didn't know what to do so I went to a bar for a few drinks. After a shot and a beer I finally calmed down and I nursed a beer for awhile and pondered what to do next. I finally decided to got back to the motel, I didn't really know what I was going to do. Would I confront them? Would I try to spy on them again? It suddenly dawned on me that Amie was not on birth control because we were trying to have a baby. That just put my stomach in knots as I remember watching his bare black cock plunge into her unprotected pussy. I had been gone for over two hours and when I pulled into the motel parking lot I was surprised to see their car was gone. I left and parked up the street and waited to see if they would come back. I sat there for well over an hour and they didn't return. I drove around town a few times and each time I returned they still were gone. I was mystified and after about 3 hours of this I finally decided to go back home. I spent a sleepless night tossing and turning in our bed. Amie didn't return that day and when I drove back to the motel and their vehicle was not there. I was totally freaking out now, practically climbing out of my skin. I went back home and spent another night alone, I called her cell a few times but she didn't answer which just added to my misery. I had to give my friend his truck back so after I did that I just went home to wait. That day I paced the floor and Amie was surprised to see me as I wasn't expected back until the next day. She came into the kitchen and gives me a smile which seemed forced. She comes over and kisses me which I barely returned, I was thinking of her kissing Jackson and sucking his cock and who knows what else with that same mouth. "What's wrong? Why are you home, are you sick?" She inquires. I was silent for few seconds and finally said, "No, I'm not sick. Where have you been?" My wife averts her eyes and stammers, " I, I went to...my friend's house for a visit." "For two nights?" I sharply responded. Amie pulls away from me and still not looking at me, she says, "It was, was Jill I went to see. She having problems with her boyfriend and needed company." "Really? For that long? Why didn't you answer your cell phone?" I asked her. She hesitates and finally says, "I left it off by mistake. I need to go take a shower." I remember thinking she needed to wash Jackson's stink off her. In a minute of so I went into the bathroom as Amie was disrobing. I stood there and gazed at her amazing body, and she gives me a weak smile. I noticed that her arms had red marks and a few bruises on them and her pink nipples seemed to be redder and darker than usual. I could not hold back any more and I blurted out, "I saw you with Jackson!" She stops midway as she she was stepping into the shower. "What?" She responds. "You heard me!" I was now yelling. Tears start streaming down her face and she looks at me with her lips quivering. "What do you mean?" I told her, "I saw everything, I followed you to the motel and I saw you fucking that bastard. How could you do this to me?" I was now also crying. "You know I hate him and I thought I could trust you. Why did you do it?" Amie shuts off the shower and is now facing me, "I don't know, I just couldn't help myself. When you forbid me from being with him I got mad." She is now sobbing and in a bit she continues, "I remember thinking, how dare you and that you don't own me." I then asked her the most important question of all, "What about birth control? We've been trying to make a baby and I know you are not on the pill. What did you do about that? Please don't tell me nothing!" "Every time I've been with Jackson I've taken the morning after pill." She answered. "Have you taken it today?" I asked. Amie pauses and responds, "No, not yet. I have to go to the pharmacy. I have up to 5 days to take it." I couldn't believe she hadn't stopped and bought it on the way home or even better already had it with her when she went to be with him. I know the sooner it's taken, the more effective it is. I told her, "After your shower, we'll go to the store to buy it before you forget." She just stood there staring at the floor and quietly responded, "OK." I glared at her as she stood there in from of me with her arms folded over her breasts. Even now I still found her so beautiful and I ached so much because I love her so much. "What happened to you two? You didn't stay at the motel, where did you go?" I asked. Amie stands there still staring at the floor and finally says, " I don't want to talk about it." "What do you mean? You don't want to talk about it? I think I deserve some answers!" I retorted. "You don't need to know every detail." Amie answers as she turns on the shower again and steps inside. I stood there dumbfounded, I couldn't think of anything to say and didn't know what to do so I turned and went into the living room. As Amie showered I sat there in a confused state and pondered what all this meant to our relationship. I had let her take on black men as sexual playmates so long as I could watch and I really was turned on by what I had witnessed so why was I so angry that she fucked a black man when I was not there? I think it was her dishonesty as well as her choice of lover that seemed so wrong to me. I also worried about her getting pregnant by Jackson, a total nightmare for me. Hopefully the morning after pill will work this time. I then wondered how many times had she been with him and needed to take the day after birth control? Was that why she hadn't gotten pregnant by me? Was she fucking him on a more regular basis than I suspected? Of course she was wrong to sneak abound behind my back but who was I to insist on choosing her lovers for her? Amie was correct that it was her body and she should be able to do what she wants with it and to choose who would fuck her. My mind then went to our marriage vows and what they meant. She had violated them but then again I was the one who encouraged her to give up forsaking all others and allowed strange men to have sex with her. The bottom line was I still loved my beautiful wife and I would do anything to keep her. What that could entail was left open, how much should I compromise and how much should I let her do? One thing was certain, we needed to work this out. Amie and I discussed all this and we both concluded that allowing black men to sleep with her had complicated matters severely and we needed to figure out what to do next. What we decided to do was go to a marriage counselor and try to make sense of what was happening to us. We looked around and decided to go with a female counselor named Mary. She was probably about 45 and seemed nice when we first met with her and we felt comfortable with her. On the day of our first appointment Amie and I sat in her waiting room feeling very nervous, not knowing how this was going to go. With Amie's permission I had installed a voice activated recording app on my cell phone which I had in my pocket with the ringer turned off. We both agreed we wanted to have a recording of our session to review later. We waited impatiently until Mary finally came out and ushered us into her office. We sat in comfortable chairs facing her, no desk or anything, it seemed very informal. Mary was wearing knee length skirt and a rose colored blouse and navy blue jacket. She sat down, crossed her legs and smiled at us and said, "I am here to help you work through problems you are having with your relationship. I want you both to be totally honest with me and bear in mind that what is said in this office stays here. I am not here to judge, just to help. So let's start. Tell me about both of you and why you are here?" Amie and I looked at each other and we both froze, not knowing who should go first. She had that deer in the headlights look so I decide to speak first. "Well," I said as I tried to find out where to start, "Amie and I have been married for 15 years now and until recently have been very happy together. I love her very much and she loves me." I looked at Amie to confirm this last statement and she smiles shyly and nods. I thought for a few moments and continued, "I think of myself as a good provider and Amie makes a pretty good salary also so we are very comfortable financially so money is not the problem." I now sat there not sure how to continue. Mary looks back and forth at Amie and myself and finally says to Amie, "Do you have anything to add? If money is not the problem then why are you here?" Amie blushes and in a few seconds say, "No, money is not the problem... it is, it is sexual." Mary jots something on her notepad and inquires, "What is the nature of the problem? What kind of intimacy problems are there?" We sat there for a bit and finally I said, "The problem is not really our sex life, the sex is great. I, I, I don't really know how to start to explain it" I stammered. I was now regretting this marriage counseling. "Just take your time and when you are ready you can tell me." She gently tells me. Amie and look at each other and suddenly Amie blurts out, "The sex between Bob and I is good, it is just that we have done some experimenting lately and it has caused some problems." Amie just lets that hang there in the air and when it is obvious that she is not going to continue, Mary says with a little smirk, "Go on, I need a little more information if I am going to help you!" In a few moments, Amie responds, "After several years of marriage Bob started sharing me with other men." We are not really swingers, I have sex with strange men and he watches." Mary writes some more and then looks up a us and asks, "You've been married for 15 years and started in this lifestyle how long ago?" "It was about 7 years ago when we started." I responded. "We didn't do it a lot, just every once in awhile for fun. It actually went pretty good for awhile, with few problems." Mary looks out the window for a few seconds and asks, "Usually it is one or the other who initiates this kind of sexual activity, which one of you had the idea first?" Amie looks at me and responds to her question, "It was Bob's idea mostly. I had told him about my sexual experiences I had before I met him. I hadn't really told him much up until several years ago. One night I told him how I had enjoyed the company of several black lovers when I was younger. He got very excited about this and our sex that night was very intense." I appeared to me that Mary was blushing just a bit and she says, "Well, for many women having a black lover is a pretty exciting and in some cases the husband is also turned on by it. What happened after that?" "For several days we made love intensely every day, sometimes more than once and each time Bob kept asking me questions about black men. He wanted to know how good they were in bed, how big their cocks were and what I liked about them." Amie answered. The counselor was busy writing notes as Amie spoke and there was silence for a what seemed forever. Finally, Mary clears her throat and asks Amie, "Why do you think you are so attracted to black men?" Amie glances at me and takes a deep breath and says, "Well, I found myself attracted to them from the time I was a little girl, I thought their dark skin was so beautiful. I was brought up in Alabama and my family is dead set against interracial relationships, especially when it comes to their little girl. I dated both white and black boys in high school but always kept the black men a secret from my parents. To this day they have no idea I have ever had sex with a black man. The first time I had sex with a black man was so incredible. I loved the texture of their skin and their smell and in general most of my black lovers are in great shape with bodies that are better than most of the white men I have had sex with. It didn't hurt that they were great lovers and made me feel like a queen. I was also so turned on my the contrast of my skin against theirs and when I thought about what my family would think if they could see me making love to them...Oh My!" I had heard this stuff before from my wife, she seems to get pretty excited talking about her black lovers. "It looks like part of the attraction is the taboo aspect of interracial sex, especially in some parts of society." Mary says. Amie thinks for a bit and says, "Oh yes, I think that's true. The first time I was with a black lover I felt very guilty and cried. I felt that way for quite awhile but even so I kept being drawn back to black men, mostly as a sexual partner and not as a long term boyfriend. When I went away to college I could have black boyfriends and my family would not have found out. I had several relationships with black lovers but for the most part I had short term flings, lots of one night stands with them. My longer term relationships were with white men." "That's interesting, you've used black men for recreational sex but haven't had a stable relationship with them." Mary observed. "I looks to me you feel you need to do this because of your family and the fact they would never approve of you dating a black man. Obviously you enjoy their company and find them attractive so this must be the reason, do you agree?" Amie thinks for a bit and says, "Yes, that is probably the reason why. I love Bob and my family adores him. I'm not sure my family would ever approve me having an interracial marriage." Mary continues to question Amie about black men, "What else do you like about your black lovers? Give some details, how does your experiences with them compare with your love life with your husband?" I didn't like her questions she was asking, it seemed like she was fishing for sexual details that were irrelevant. It seemed to me she was getting turned on by the answers my wife was giving her. Amie continued to answer her questions, telling of the incredible orgasms she has achieved with them and how much she enjoyed being with them. Amie then said, "As I said before they have great bods and the sex is great...they just know their way around a woman's body." The counselor then turns her attention to me and asks me, "Your wife says it was your idea to share her with black men, can you tell me why this was such an appealing idea to you?" I was at a loss for words and just sat there. I glanced at Amie and back to Mary and finally I gathered my thoughts enough to answer. "I never had these thoughts or desires before Amie told me about her sex life before she met me. I always put her up on a pedestal and considered myself the luckiest man in the world that she was with me. When I first met her I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and never thought she would even consider dating me. I really thought she was out of my league but she seemed to be very nice to me and one thing led to another and before I knew it I had fallen in love with her and her with me. We got married and I knew nothing about her previous sex life until we were married for several years." I hesitated and thought for a bit and continued, "I don't know what it was but when she told me how adventuresome she was sexually and her black lovers it just ignited a spark in me. I just couldn't get the image out of my mind of her with black men. I kept visualizing her on her back with a black man on top of her and the contrast of their skin colors. I had conflicting feelings, both jealousy and very turned on. When she told me how submissive she was with them and that she had engaged in group sex with them I found myself crazy with desire for some reason. I just never thought of her in this way before." Mary then asks me, "How long after she told you about it before you suggested opening your marriage to black men?" "Oh, maybe a few weeks, I kept asking her questions about her experiences and I could not get enough of her telling me about them. I finally worked up the courage to ask her if she would consider having sex with them while I watched." I replied. "What was your reaction?" Mary asked Amie. Amie answered, "At first I was upset and pretty mad at Bob but after thinking about it I got turned on and agreed to do it." Amie and I proceeded tell her about the first experience with Dwayne and his friends. We told of the complications we had when Dwayne falling in love with her and her having strong feelings for him. We also told her of the 8 man interracial gang bang. Mary was writing on her pad and after a few minutes she looks up and asked asked Amie, "How frequently did you sleep with these men?" Amie responds, "With Bob watching and with black men, maybe a several times...yeah. We also did a threesome with one other man, a white man but only that one time." Mary thinks for a moment and says, "Even with the complications it seems like you both enjoyed the experience you had with your black lovers. When did it become a problem for you?" I found myself responding almost immediately, "I always had mixed emotions about all this, I was the one that initially wanted Amie to have sex with black men but when I actually witnessed the act it brought out a jealous streak. Don't get me wrong, I was incredibly turned on seeing her give it up to them, I was just disturbed by how much she was willing to do with them." "Like what?" Mary inquires. I paused for a second and answered, "For instance, the first time was with Dwayne and his 3 friends. I had assumed they would use condoms but none of them did. She also let them do anal sex on her which in all the years we had been together, she had denied me. She had only met them a few hours before so they were basically strangers, you can imagine how this made me feel." Mary looks at Amie and asks her, "Why is this? Why did you do sex acts with these strange men but denied your husband?" Amie bites her lower lip, thinking and responds, "I have always been VERY submissive to my black lovers and have never denied them anything. I don't know why but it turns me on so much to not have anything off limits when it comes to them." "That is interesting, I have seen something like this before. Even with your reservations you continued in this lifestyle for quite awhile. What finally happened to make you feel like you needed counseling?" Mary asked us. We told her about Amie dancing in the strip club and picking up Jackson over my objections. I told her how much I hated him and really did not want him fucking my wife. I found him to be so smug and I felt he was trying to intimidate me the whole time. Even so, I found myself turned on the whole time Amie and Jackson had sex. We also told her about the my wife's risky behavior by the lake with the 2 young black thugs and how I thought we had decided to take a break from Amie taking on black lovers while we started a family. I then told her about the last straw which was Amie having an affair with Jackson. That was what led us to seek counseling. Mary asked, "Amie, why did you do this. You know your husband did not want you to be with Jackson. Why did you betray his trust, especially with that man?" "I don't know. I do know I was very attracted to Jackson, his self confidence and how he seems to be in so strong and in control. I was also angry that Bob forbid me from being with him..." I interrupted, "I don't understand your attraction to him, he's not that good looking and he's an asshole!" "That's your opinion!" Amie hisses. "Now, take it easy. We'll talk this through." Mary interjects. I decided to use this opportunity to find out what happened between Amie and Jackson when they disappeared, Amie has always been so honest with me and this thing really hurt me. I turned to Amie and asked, "What I want to know is what happened when you and Jackson left the motel, where did you two go?" "Do I have to answer that?" Amie asked Mary. "You don't have to but it would be good to be totally honest with your husband." Mary says. Amie is silent for what seemed like an eternity and finally says, "Well, I had gotten together with Jackson three other times before Bob caught us. During the time we spent together I had told him about my fantasies and fetishes. I told him how I was particularly aroused by bondage, being tied up and totally helpless. I told him about the 8 black man gang bang where I started the evening tied spread eagle on the bed and used. He seemed to be very interested in this subject and the day that Bob spied on us something happened." "What was that?" Mary asked. Amie takes a deep breath and continues, "We were making love and Jackson suddenly and gets out of bed. I was begging him to continue but instead he asked me if I trusted him. I thought that was an odd question and told him we didn't need to talk about that and kept pleading with him to continue making love to me. He refused and repeated the question. Finally I asked him why he needed to know if I trusted him. He told me had a treat for me that would fulfill my bondage fantasy." I made a mental note that she twice referred to him "making love" to her. This bothered me, she could have used the term screw or fuck of something but she seemed to think of him as a lover and not just a fuck buddy. Amie pauses and glances at me and continues, "He told me he had a friend that specializes in that kind of thing and was willing to help. Jackson said he was wizard with ropes and it would be a treat for me. I was very surprised but I really wanted to continue making love to Jackson so I told him of course I trusted him, and I begged him to continue! Instead he asked me if I was willing to give up all control and submit to whatever he and his friend would do to me. I was crazy with lust so I told him I was willing. I thought he would continue making love but instead told me to go clean up and get dressed. I did as he instructed even though my body ached for sexual fulfillment. I showered, put on more makeup and got dressed and we got into Jackson's car." After some hesitation, Amie says, "Jackson drove us to a Walmart parking lot and pulled next to an older van that was parked there. We get out and go to the van where Jackson opens the passenger side door and speaks to someone. I asked him what was going on and he tells me to trust him. The rear door slides open and an older black man peers out and and motions us in. Jackson introduces him as Calvin, a an old friend and that he was his trainer when he boxed." Amie then stops talking and looks down, biting her lower lip. Mary tells her to take her time and continue when she was ready. "I get up into the van and stand there not knowing what to do. The van had a raised roof so I was able to stand up but Jackson had to bend down so he quickly sat down in a bucket seat. Calvin sat down on a bench seat that was towards the the back and looks me up and down. It made me feel very nervous." "He then says to Jackson, 'You sure she can handle this?'" Amie pauses then says, "Jackson told him I was ready for it." "Calvin gets up and approached me and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to look me over. He takes off my jacket, and hangs it over the back of a seat. He then orders me to take off all clothes. I hesitate and he says to Jackson, 'I thought you said she was ready for this.'" "Jackson said, 'Trust me, she is!'" "Jackson then glared at me and orders, 'Do as he says!'" "Panicking I looked around and all windows in the van were covered by curtains and they were closed. The only way to see in was through the windshield and the windows by the front seats so it seemed unlikely anyone could see much so I found myself obeying him, I got out of my dress, I hadn't worn a bra and I remember the coolness on my nipples. I then kicked off my shoes and slid my panties down and I was finally totally nude in front of them. Calvin runs his rough hands over my breasts and it makes me gasp as he does. He then takes me by the hand and leads me to the rear of the van. I then noticed coils of rope lying on the seat and some boards of different lengths on the floor, some had some metal hooks on them. Calvin picks up a small coil of rope and turns me around and I remember how rough his hands felt on my skin. He puts my wrists together behind me and I felt him wrap rope around them, it seemed like it took him forever as he tied my arms behind me. He then led me over to a bench seat and sat me on one end. He then kissed each one on my nipples and then stood back and looked me over. I remember noticing how bloodshot his eyes were." Amie then paused for what seemed like forever before she continued, "He then leans over and places a blindfold on me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers to me that they are going to do whatever they want to me and I would be powerless to stop them. I remember trembling with excitement even if I was so scared." Mary then stops her and asks, "I don't recall you mentioning a safe word. Did you discuss a safe word with Jackson or Calvin before you got to this point?" Amie looks down at her hands that she had folded in her lap and after a few seconds replies, "No, we never discussed it. I guess I just trusted Jackson that I would not get hurt." Mary is now shaking her head and tells Amie, "I'm not judging what you did when I tell you that being safe is the first thing you should take into account when participating in alternative sexual practices. You really didn't know Jackson all that well to be doing what you did." I just sat there in stunned silence as Amie recounted her experience. I was not sure if I believed all of it but I know I felt nothing but a seething hatred of Jackson. I kept seeing in my mind's eye his surly and so smug expression I saw in that hotel room when Amie fucked him for the first time. I never liked him anyway and this just just made my blood boil that Amie was so captivated by that asshole. To make matters worse she was willing to give up total control to him and go behind my back to do it. Hell, her and I always had a safe word when we had our interracial adventures and she has known me for many years. I also know that he knows I hate him and it must be particularly satisfying to him that Amie was sneaking around behind my back to be with him. Amie was now turning on the tears and she sobbed, "I know, it was wrong and dangerous and I shouldn't have let them do what they did to me. I just couldn't help myself, I was so turned on and excited and in the heat of the moment I just wanted to totally surrender my body to them, to let them fully dominate me." Mary continues to write notes and tells my wife to tell us what happened after he bound her hands behind her. Amie pauses for a few seconds then continues, "After I was blindfolded I could hear whispering then I heard the sound of someone dialing a cell phone. I heard Jackson tell Calvin that he was going outside and after the door slammed I could hear him talking to someone outside, I assume he was on his phone. I bit later he came back in and I heard his heavy footsteps walking over to me and I sense him standing just in front of me. I could feel the warmth of his body and I could smell him. He then kissed me and run his fingers gently over my breasts and I made me shudder. He then told me I was in for the time of my life and that he had some other men joining them in a little bit to have some fun with me. I felt panic and I asked him what was going to happen to me. He told me to relax and enjoy the experience and he then asked me if I still trusted him. Even though I had serious reservations and was starting to wish I was somewhere else, I told him I did trust him and was willing to do anything for him." Amie continues, "I just sat there for what seemed like forever, wondering what was next. And I was actually felt a little relief when there was a knock on the door and the van rocked a bit as I heard someone come in. I then heard Jackson whisper something and I heard the sound of strange voices talking low. I heard them comment on my tits and something about my cunt...their words not mine. They popped some beers open and I then heard the van start up and move. I remember asking where we were going and Jackson told me to shut up and that they were going some place private so we wouldn't be disturbed by anyone. For some reason I felt reasonably calm considering the situation I was in." Amie pauses and continues, "I was assuming that Calvin was driving and as we went down the road I was occasionally felt up by someone. Some hands felt rough and some smoother and I wished I could see who was there, I also had no idea how many men were there with me." Amie then stops telling us about her experience and after a bit I couldn't help myself and I asked her, "What the hell happened next? Where did you go?" I remember thinking my voice didn't sound like mine and I also felt light headed. Amie continued, "Well, finally it felt like we turned onto a gravel road and the ride was then quite rough and I almost fell onto the floor once but someone caught me and as they did they felt me up. After a few minutes we finally came to a stop and the motor was shut off. I then felt someone grab the blindfold and pull it off me and it was then I was able to look around and in addition to Jackson and Calvin there were two other black men standing in front of me. They were young African American men and one of them was a tall slender handsome man with short hair and the other was tall but very muscular, he had a shaved head and was not very good looking. All four of them were leering at me and my first reaction was to try and cover myself but I couldn't do anything like that because my hands were bound behind me. I felt so embarrassed and helpless." "Calvin told me they were going to do what they want to me and I would be helpless to stop them because we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked around, it was dark out and all I could see out the windows were outlines of trees, we were in the woods somewhere and I felt panic sweep over me. What had I allowed them to do? I had put myself into a strange situation and even though I felt that panic I also felt very aroused with anticipation." Amie then tells us, "Calvin then stood me up and led me to the door and Calvin slid the door open, got out and helped me out of the van. I remember shivering as the cool night air hit my naked body and that added to my feeling of vulnerability. I stepped onto rough gravel which hurt my bare feet until I stepped onto grass. It was a moonlit night so I see a little but with my arms tied behind he I was glad Jackson and Calvin both had an arm and was assisting me so I wouldn't trip and fall on my face. I then saw a house that they were leading me to and when I asked whose house it was Jackson told me it belonged to the owner of the club he works at and it was his hunting camp. He told me his boss let him use it for a few nights." Amie stopped and asked for a drink of water and once she had quenched her thirst she continued, "We walked up to the house and Jackson unlocked the door and we went in. When he clicked the lights on I saw we were in a pretty good sized room that looked pretty rustic with mismatched furniture. They led me over to a couch and sat me down and I saw the two strangers had carried in the boards and rope that were in the van. It was a little chilly in the house and my nipples were very erect and I remember wondering if it was from the chill or that I was excited. It was probably a combination of both and I was glad when Jackson turned the heat up. As the furnace worked to warm up the house Calvin and the two strangers started unwinding coils of rope. Once finished Calvin took a big board and placed it on the floor with a few small blocks of wood under it. He then came over to me and untied my arms I had tied behind me. It felt great being free but that didn't last long because once I had a chance to pee Calvin led me over to the board and laid me down on my back with my shoulders on the board which thankfully had some towels wrapped around it for padding. He then stretched out my arms and started wrapping my arms and wrists to the board with rope. He wrapped the rope several times around my wrists and did the same around my upper arms so my arms and back of my shoulders were tight against the board like I was being crucified. With the help of Jackson he then wrapped rope around one knee and then the other and then ran rope to the board and tied each so both my legs were pulled up and out so they were spread wide open so my pussy was totally exposed to the men in the room. No matter how hard I tried, I could not put my knees together." Amie stopped talking for a moment then continued, "The four men stood back for awhile and just stared at me and I became aware how soft and vulnerable my tits and pussy were and how powerless I was. I was particularly aware of how my nipples felt so cool and tingly, the way they had tied me spread eagle left my unprotected nipples pointing to the ceiling. I was also so turned on by the idea of these black men doing what they wanted to my tits and I could do nothing to cover up or stop them. I don't think I ever felt so naked and exposed in my entire life! It's weird but I remember one of them commenting on how beautiful my blue eyes are, I thought they would be looking at other parts of my body." Silence fell over the office with the only sound being the therapist writing on her pad of paper. In a few moments my wife continues, "All of them except for Calvin took their clothes off and once they were naked Calvin took a big vibrator out of a bag and turned it on. I could hear it humming as it vibrated and Calvin knelt down and placed the vibrating tip on my pussy. It felt like a lightning bolt shot though me when he touched me with it and I immediately felt myself building to an orgasm. The two strange men knelt by me and each one of them started running their hands over my body and then they both started sucking and kissing my tits. The handsome man then got between my legs and started eating me which actually felt too good and I found myself straining against the ropes and I remember begging them to fuck me." Jackson finally told him to get his face out of my pussy and when he got out of the way Jackson placed the head of his cock into me. I could not believe how good it felt, he had left me hanging earlier when we were making love in the motel room. Soon he was deep inside me and in no time at all I was cumming hard on his cock and soon he came inside me. When he was done the muscular black man gets on top of me and plunges his bare cock into my spread open pussy that had been opened up by Jackson. His cock was big but not as big as Jackson's...I don't think anyone could have one bigger than his! Even so this man who I didn't really think was that good looking, I never knew his name, really knew how to use his black cock. I remember him screwing me very hard and I think I came twice before he came inside my pussy like Jackson had." Before Amie could continue, the therapist interrupted her. Mary asked her, "Tell me again how many times have you been with Jackson before that evening?" Amie looked down and her hands folded in her lap and responded, "Since the first time with him when I danced in the club I guess we saw each other three times, I think." "So you hardly know him. In retrospect do you think you would do things differently?" Mary asked Amie. My wife was silent for a bit and then finally answered, "No...well maybe yes...but, but Jackson told me he needed me to trust him and he wanted me to be totally submissive to him and that turned me on so much. It was strange but I agreed to go along, I know I shouldn't have but I just got so excited." Mary looked at her watch and then said, "Well, unfortunately we are out of time and will need to continue this next week. Please keep the dialog open between the two of you until then." With that Amie and I left the office and went to my Jeep. The tension was unbearable as we drove home, Amie knew I was very angry at her, and I wanted her to do some explaining to me. I had forbid her from seeing Jackson and she had gone behind my back and had been fucking him without my knowledge. Finally I broke the ice said to her, "I think you owe me an explanation." She started sobbing as her pretty blue eyes welled up with tears and she responded, "You must be so angry with me, I'm so sorry." "Sorry is one thing, I want to know why you did this with that asshole. I've let you have fun with other men, I just didn't want you to fuck him. Why did you do it?" I asked her. " I really don't know, I just really wanted to be with him and I suppose I was pissed off that you told me to stay away from him." She responded. "You know I don't like being told what to do." "That's a crock of shit. You're one of the most submissive women I have ever seen, I've seen it when you fuck your black men!" I told her. Amie is silent for a bit and then responds, "That's different and you know it." "Yeah, it's different all right. You don't want to do what your husband wants but will do anything a big swinging black cock wants you to do." I snapped at her. She didn't respond and we drove on in silence for what seemed like hours until she blurted out, "You know, Jackson wants to keep seeing me." "Bullshit!, That is not going to happen if I have any say!" I responded. I glanced over at her and she was looking out the window and she says in a quiet voice that I could barely hear, "You know, Jackson taped and photographed me that night. He mailed me a dvd he recorded." I wasn't expecting this so I was totally tongue tied and didn't know what to say. We drove on in silence until I pulled into our driveway and when I shut off the ignition Amie said, "Jackson wants me to show you the video." I had not had a good day so far and this just topped it off. The idea that that black bastard was in possession of a video of my wife being tied up and screwed by him and his friends was upsetting to me. I was also certain I wanted to see it. We went inside and without a word my wife goes over to a bookshelf, reaches behind some books and pulls out a sleeved dvd and hands it to me. I held it in my hand, one part of me was anxious to see it and another dreaded the thought of what was on it. I grabbed my Laptop and placed the dvd into the tray. Amie says to me, "I've already seen it, I'm going in the other room to read." I suppose she was so ashamed that she didn't want to see my reaction to the contents of the movie. I remember taking a deep breath and started playing it. The first thing I saw was Amie on her back on the floor with her arms outstretched and lashed to a wooden plank which she was lying on. It looked like her arms were wrapped dozens of timed with a white rope and her legs were also tied around the knee area with the rope attached to the plank in such a way so her legs were spread wide. There was an older man I had never seen and assumed was Calvin kneeling between her legs and working her pussy with a magic wand vibrator. There were clamps on her nipples and other than them the only thing she was wearing was the rope and her jewelry which consisted of a gold necklace and gold hoop earrings I so love on her and I could see her wedding and engagement ring flashing when she flexed her hands while struggling against her restraints. She was straining against the rope and gasping and moaning the way she does when close to orgasm. I heard Jackson's voice off camera say, "Don't let her cum!" Calvin stops stimulating her pussy and moves away. Amie's body is writhing around, straining against the ropes and she is whimpering, "Please, please!" "Don't you cum bitch! Hold it back! Hold it back!" Jackson commands her. "No! Why? Please! Let me cum! Fuck me!" Amie pleads. Jackson snaps, "I told you to hold it!" I then see Jackson come into the video and kneels above Amie's head. He is naked and his big black cock is erect. He puts his knees on Amie's arms and places his balls at her full lips and commands, "Lick my nuts!" I don't remember her telling us this part, she told Mary and I that Jackson had just screwed her. She also left out other details as you will see. He then grabs the clamp attached to left nipple and starts pulling and twisting it while reaching down and fingering her bare pussy with his right hand. My wife's body is quivering and she is thrusting her pussy onto his big hand. He then tells her "Don't you cum until I let you! Hold it back!" Amie is moaning and she is twisting her body around and she arches her back and cries out, "Please fuck me!" A voice off camera says, "We'll fuck you when we're good 'n ready pig! We'll do what we want to you and when we want." I didn't recognize the voice and this made my blood boil, some asshole stranger talking to her like that just pissed me off somehow. Jackson continues working her clamped tit and pussy until he finally stops and stands up and asks her, "You haven't cum yet have you?" "Noooo." She whimpers and pleads, "Please fuck me and let me cum!" "Sir, it's please sir." Jackson sneers. "Please sir." She responds. Jackson then points to someone off camera and a naked young muscular black man with a shaved head and goatee comes into the scene, I noticed he was not very good looking like Amie had told our counselor. He crouches over her face and she hungrily laps his balls as he tugs on the chains attached to her nipple clamps. As he does this another naked black man I hadn't seen yet gets down between her legs and starts eating her pussy. They both do this for a few minutes until Jackson steps forward and tells them to get out of the way and he positions himself between her legs. As the two men move out of the way, Jackson places his huge hands onto her bound arms like he was holding her down even though she was going nowhere. He eases his bare monster black cock into her sweet pussy and in no time is stroking in and out of her. Amie is straining against her bonds, looking like she is trying to wrap her legs around him but the ropes kept her legs splayed open with her pussy wide open for his pleasure. Soon he picks up the pace and when he does the guy that had eaten my wife's pussy leans in and pulls the clamps off her nipples and she gasps sharply when he does this. He then gets out of the way. Jackson then starts powerfully plunging in and out of her faster and faster. Amie is gasping uncontrollably and staring down at his huge black cock working her pussy. "Let it go! Cum on my cock!" Jackson commands and Amie responds immediately. Her body stiffens and she arches her back and cries out, "Ahhhh! Ooooh!" I am intimately familiar with Amie's orgasms and I could tell this was a crashing one and the pleasure she was experiencing was over the top. This was followed by one nearly as intense orgasm after another. Once she is relieved, Jackson gets down to screwing her intensely with his massive frame now down on top of her with her tits pressed against his broad chest. I could see that his big cock was almost but not entirely going into her. After what seemed like forever he growls, "I'm gonna bust a load inside your cunt!" His whole body then stiffens and his face contorts as he spurts his semen inside my wife. The whole time, Amie's head is lolling back and forth all the while gritting her teeth. His huge sweaty frame is quivering on top of Amie with both of them gasping uncontrollably. They then kiss deeply, with their tongues intertwining and he eventually pulls out of her. Without fanfare the muscular man she whose balls she had been sucking gets between her legs and rudely shoves his big bare black cock into her. When he does he actually moves her and the board she was strapped to a few inches across the floor. Amie lets out a gasp as he does this and though his cock was no wheres near as big as Jackson's monster cock it was still pretty large and it appeared he was driving it into her up to the hilt. I know Amie loves to be fucked hard at times but his assault on her pretty little bare pussy seemed almost violent in its intensity. Even so, my wife seemed to be enjoying it as she was moaning and gasping loudly in the manner she does when having multiple orgasms. She tells me that when she is really enjoying herself during intercourse it feels like the is riding one wave after another of pleasure. From what I could see on the screen, she was having one of those moments. He lasted about 5 minutes before he too tensed up and creamed inside her, adding his juices to Jackson's already deposited there. He kisses her roughly before pulling out of her. The camera then turns away from Amie for the first time and pans to Jackson and the other young black black guy. He was handsome as Amie described him, tall, slender and yet muscular with short black hair. He was naked and was stroking his fat cock, readying himself and Jackson says to him, "What are you waiting for James? That juicy little cunt is waiting for you." He didn't need any more encouragement and the camera follows him as he walks over to where my wife was tied spread eagle on the floor. He gets on top of her and as he leans down to kiss her Amie returns the kiss enthusiastically. He then kisses her neck and works his lips down her neck to her beautiful tits. He suckles one and then the other and then he grabs both sides of her head with his hands and starts pushing his bare black cock into her still eager pussy. Amie is breathing harder as he sets up a regular rhythm. He had the darkest skin of the three and I have to admit the contrast of his and Amie's skin looked incredible as they fucked. His cock was not incredibly long, but was very thick and Amie seemed to be enjoying it. Her fists were clenched and her mouth was wide open as she starts riding the wave to another orgasm. He seemed to be screwing her at a much more easy pace than the guy that went before him and he kept varying the speed of his strokes and he lasted longer than I expected. He finally quickens the intensity of his screwing and grunts loudly as he cums deep inside her. As he is finishing Amie moans loudly which turns into what I can best describe as a howl like she was in pain as she climaxes a final time. His lays on top if her for a few minutes before pulling out. The video then goes black and in a few seconds it comes back on and Jackson is leering at the camera with that smug smirk he seems to have on his face all the time. He really irks me. He is sitting in a recliner and is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. I didn't recognize the room he was in. He says, "Hope you are enjoying our little film we made with your wife as the star. We have enjoyed fucking the shit out your whore and we are not done yet! Amie stayed tied spread out for us and she could do nothin' to stop us from doing anything we wanted to her. Even better, you couldn't stop us either. When I'm done talkin' to you we will go back to the video and you'll see me fuck her ass. Another thing that's gonna happen is I am going to keep on fuckin' Amie in the future. I'm also gonna spread her ass around so my friends can have a taste of her. You will let me do it too or I will spread this video and a shitload of pictures all over the place. Wait til her family and friends see what a nigger lover she is." The screen again went black and when the video came back on I saw Jackson's naked backside and he was blocking everything else. The first thing I heard was Amie cry out and I heard Jackson exclaim, "We're havin' fun with her now!" I remember thinking, "What's happening to Amie? What are they doing to her?" I couldn't see anything but Jackson's ass. Finally he turns around, reaches out to the camera and it jiggles about and finally comes to rest and finally focuses on Amie who was now on her back on a bed. She was still lashed to the board and I wondered how they got her from the floor and up on the bed. I figured they must have carried her there. The two young black men were on the bed with her with the rugged muscular guy biting her right nipple and the other one was fondling her left breast as she licks the bottom of his black penis. Calvin was kneeling in front of her and was working her pussy with a magic wand vibrator. This continued for a few minutes until Calvin moves away and Jackson grabs her and pulls her over to the edge of the bed. He gets on top of her and works his big dick into her. She is struggling against her restraints as she looks down at his bare cock sliding in and out of her. Someone is operating the camera a bit shaky, moving around getting the scene from different angles. Finally Jackson says, "Help me flip her over so I can fuck her ass. You want me to take your ass Amie? You better want it because you're getting' it whether you want it or not." It looked like the camera was put down and all I could see was the corner of the room and after a bit the camera was picked up and when finally focused on my wife I could see she was now released from the board but Amie was now face down with her belly on top of some pillows which were in the middle of the bed. She was tied helpless and spread eagle with her wrists and ankles lashed to the bedposts and her bare ass in the air. Calvin is kneeling behind her pouring lube onto her anus and working it into her ass with his fingers. As he does this she is squirming around and and moaning loudly. Finally Jackson says, "Get the fuck out of the way, I want her ass." He gets behind her on his knees and positions his bare black cock at the opening her now greased anus. He clutches her hips and pulls her towards him as he pushes the head of his cock into her. Amie is breathing heavily and suddenly lets out a sharp gasp as Jackson thrusts deeper into her bowels. "Oh! Oh!" Amie cries out, "Please go slow! It feels good but go slow!" Jackson is gritting his teeth and is sweating profusely with droplets dripping on my wife's shapely bottom. Whoever is operating the camera then focuses on a closeup of his black cock sliding in and out of her ass. I couldn't believe she was able to take Jackson's massive cock up her ass and that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. She kept up a steady stream of comments like. "I love your cock!" and "You like fucking my ass Hon?" I heard someone off camera yell, "Fuck that slut's ass, fuck her hard!" It was then I realized I had become somewhat detached from what I was witnessing on the DVD. I was viewing it like any interracial porn film and not seeing my precious wife willingly tied spread eagle and getting gang fucked by black strangers and that she was sneaking around behind my back to do it. I became aware I had a raging erection and was incredibly turned on as well as very angry at what I was seeing. It was then that the screen went black and the movie abruptly ends. EPILOGUE I had to do a lot of soul searching before sharing this story with you. Initially my wife did not want me to write about what she did with Jackson. She was embarrassed about it and the trouble it caused with our relationship. Amie and I had a lot to work out in our marriage. We needed to decide whether or not to continue sharing her with others. I basically told Jackson to go fuck himself and that my wife was not going to see him again no matter what he threatens. I have been vigilant looking to see if he does spread her video or photos around the internet. I also threatened him with a lawsuit. Almost exclusively my wife has been with black men when she was shared and it has been both very exciting and also terribly difficult to deal with. We continued for a bit with couples therapy and through that we've worked out so much. We have decided that Amie will stop having sex with black men, or any other men for that matter. There are many reasons for this but the last straw was Jackson threatening us with posting her online for all to see. That really scared her and I and brought us back to a grim reality. She is now pregnant and she will give birth soon. Will she be with another black man again? Possibly, but as it stands right now that is off limits to make things easier on our relationship. We still have our memories and what memories they are! The sights, sounds, smells and electricity of seeing her with black lovers will always be very erotic to me. I just will not miss the complicating factors.

"Look, man. I already promised the song to Iggy Azalea. I'd look like a complete fool if I reneged on the deal. Plus it's bad for business!" There I was. In my studio, on the phone with Nicki Minajs' manager. The guy was very persistent to say the least. Calling me at least 5 times a day, begging me to let Nicki use this amazing beat I produced. It was a guaranteed hit record no matter what lyrics you put to it. "Yeah yeah yeah, I get that. But this is Nicki Minaj! You're seriously going to let Iggy take it?" "Ok, I'll say this one more time. Iggy heard it first, and asked for the song first! It's not that I don't want Nicki to have it. Plus, I have other tracks for you to choose from," I replied as I moseyed around my studio. "Yeah I get that too, but I want THIS particular record. It's a perfect fit for what she's trying to make," he shot back, "I know you can work something out man, come on!" We went back and forth for about another 3 minutes before I ended the call. "Damn this guy just doesn't stop!" I said to myself with a laugh, flopping down in my chair in front of my sound engineer board and computer monitors. Producing music is what I loved to do. At 24 years old, I am fortunate enough to make beats for a lot of today's talent, and Iggy Azalea was my newest client at the time. I started out as a rapper in my teens, but somethings are not cut out for everybody. Making beats was just something I was better at. Over the years, there has been a real high demand for my music, seeing how I've helped artists make hit records. Nicki had some hits under her belt, but she didn't have a new one out for a few years. Working with me could of potentially propelled her back onto the airwaves, and her staff knew it. I ended up blocking her manager's phone number, and stopped opening his email messages. I even blocked him on Instagram, seeing the guy was blowing up the comment section under my pictures. I think his job was on the line, for real. Never has anyone harassed me the way this guy has, over a beat! I was a big fan of Nicki and her work, and I mean a big fan. Working with her has always been a goal of mine, but the timing was just off. Rules and contracts just can't be broken, no way. About three weeks had gone past. I sat there in my studio, organizing some mp3 files on my Macbook Pro. I was always a hermit, and I loved working alone with little distraction. I didn't believe in multitasking. Whenever I tried to do it, things just wouldn't go right. I had equipment everywhere, keyboards that I paid top dollar for, a suited up drum kit set up in the corner, and I had crates of old records for days. I approached sampling like an artform. Taking oldies songs, and flipping them into a Hip-Hop or R&B masterpiece. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Huh?" I said, looking at the door with the look of confusion on my face. No one ever comes by without calling or texting first. Sitting up in my chair, I shot up and headed for the door. I paused for a second as my hand slowly grabbed the door handle, trying to figure out who would pop up on me out of no where. With a slow, steady pull, I opened the door and to my surprise, it was Nicki Minaj, fine and curvier than ever. 'Holy shit...' I thought as my jaw slightly dropped. She stood there with her hands on her big hips, wearing a white crop top t-shirt, black spandex shorts and thong flip flops. Her long black hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail too. Fuck she was gorgeous. "Cameron?" She asked with a little smirk on her face, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Um yeah, I'm Cameron," I answered nervously, scanning her up and down. Her hips were larger than I imagined. They almost looked disportionate to her upper body. "Now Cameron, I had to cancel an important appointment just to come here," she said, "My manager suggested I'd see you personally since you've been ignoring him." "Well Nicki, I was not even expecting you. And might I say It's honor to have you here. I'm still trying to process what's going on right now," I replied with a chuckle, nervously rubbing my hand down the top of my head slowly. Lord knows I couldn't keep my eyes off her hips. I could literally see her butt from the front, as the sides of her ass cheeks peeked out from behind her. "Oh, it's cool. It's not everyday someone has Nicki Minaj just pop up at their place of work," she smiled, "So don't feel any kind of way." "Ok...cool, I won't," I said with a deep exhale and shook my head, "Your manager, though. He's like obsessed with this song I made. The guy has been blowing up my phone like some girl I dumped!" She nodded. "That's what I came to talk to you about. Mind letting me in Mr. Cameron?" "Oh...my bad," I stammered, stepping to the side, "Come on in." And then it happened. As she walked passed me, my eyes immediately stuck to her huge, round ass, which bounced and jiggled violently. It was even bigger than before, sitting out like a shelf, and shaped like two basketballs were shoved in her shorts. It was perfectly round, matched with a thick pair of thighs and calves which were lotioned just right. The word "PINK" was printed on the back of her shorts in all caps, stretched and slightly distorted across her wide rear. Her waist was to die for, pinching in and up to meet a very petite torso. "What...the...fuck?" I spelled out with my mouth. Her big, donkey of an ass, wobbled and bounced wildly as she examined my studio equipment, nodding with approval as she checked it out on her own. With the slightest movement, her monstrous booty wiggled as if it had a mind of its own. "Nice studio you have here Mr. Cameron...Cameron...Cameron!?" I was too busy staring at her large ass bouncing before me to even notice she was calling my name. "Sorry!"I said snapping out of it, "Please, I don't mean anything by that. It's ju-," She laughed and cut me off. "Just what? My ass?" "Fuck.." I whispered, shaking my head slowly as I stared at it, "Ye- Yeah." She stopped and placed her hand on the lower part of her back. Her giant ass still jiggled on its own before settling into place as she looked back at me, knowing she had me. She laughed again. "Something told me you were an ass man. I bet you didn't think it was this big, huh?" She reached down and gave one of her big ass cheeks a squeeze, which was too large even for her hand to grasp. I gulped and chuckled. "Actually I didn't. I always knew you had an ass, but yeah it's bigger than I thought," I replied, checking out her huge booty more blatantly, "What are your measurements these days?" "Funny you would ask that. I just had them taken yesterday. 36 - 26 - 56," she smirked. She twirled around and began to walk toward me, her thick thighs jiggled with every slow step. My mouth gaped open again, only this time a little wider. "56?! 56 inches?!" I asked trying to confirm. "Did I stutter, Mr. Cameron?" she replied with a giggle, walking up to me and resting her arms on top of my shoulders, "Yes, it's 56 inches. It's gotten a whole lot bigger since my last album." "I mean damn...56 though?" I just couldn't get over it. I placed my hands on the sides of her tiny waist. She playfully thumped me on the forehead, "Um, yes silly! 56!" she laughed, "The media is always talking about my ass. I figured I'd really give them something to talk about now." 'She made it bigger on purpose? Holy shit' I thought. My hands went for her rear, grabbing and groping her mountainous booty up without regard. It was so loose and bouncy, and I wondered what it was injected with because of the constant rumors of her butt being fake. My fingers sunk into her ass flesh like dough, as her buttocks bulged out from between my fingers. I don't know what scent she was wearing, but God it smelled amazing. The aroma hit my nose just as she pressed into me. She giggled and bit her bottom lip as I explored her huge ass with my hands, giving it little slaps here and there. No way were my hands big enough to grab it all up. It felt like I was handling two huge, round orbs filled with jello, and the weight of it far greater than the average ass you will ever grab in your life. "Well shit, they're going to have a WHOLE LOT to talk about when they see this," I added, bouncing her huge rear, gazing down at it over her shoulder. She shook her head, holding back a smile. "Now...about this song," she whispered in my face, her full lips an inch away from mine. She looked into my eyes, at my lips, and then back to my eyes again. "Oh...umm..." was all I could utter, or better yet moan at that point. I cupped my hands under her large ass, and began juggling each massive ass cheek in an alternating fashion. My dick suddenly awoke from it's limpness, as the girthy bulge in my sweatpants became more and more noticeable. She giggled. "I'll take that as a yes..." She smirked again before pecking me on the lips, and then added some tongue action after a few more. My hands never stopped groping her big, glorious ass as she backed me into the wall, causing her perky breast to squish into me. As we intensely made out, she hooked her thumbs in her little shorts, and with a few stern tugs, they came right down, allowing her big, jiggly behind to bounce out freely, wobbling into it's natural state. Our tongues lapped at each others, sloppily swapping spit as she sucked on mine. Our lips departed, leaving a thick, nasty bridge of saliva between our mouths before we went in again. "Oh my God..." I sighed in between our kissing. Shocked, I grabbed her big, naked ass up in my hands again, bouncing it around playfully as our tongues sloppily wrestled each others. It felt even bigger when it was all out, as if her shorts were holding the gigantic mounds of ass meat back from it's true hugeness. I began clapping her ass cheeks together, gripping each ample cheek securely and smacking them against each other. I was in heaven. "Mmm...I can really tell you're an ass man now," she said detaching our lips, "If all I had to do was let you grab on my ass in order to get the song from you, I've would've done this a long time ago." "Well, te- technically, I st- still can't let the song go," I stammered, my hands still glued to Nicki's massive, bare ass. She squinted her eyes and bit on one side of her bottom lip, letting her dark brown eyes travel down to the impressive bulge snaking down my pants leg. "Oh? I think we can change that," she purred. Then she palm it. "Shit..." I murmured. Her little hand gripped the huge tube of dick running down my leg. She gave it a little wag, amazed by the weight it possessed, covered by thick pair of Nike sweatpants. "Damn, you got a big ass dick," she purred with a hint of excitement. Hooking four fingers inside the waistband of my pants and boxers, she began to slide the front of them down, revealing a good 3 inches of girthy, dick meat, thick enough to put a soda can to shame. With a gasp, she pulled them down further, causing the back of my pants to slide down past my butt. With another gasp, using both of her hands, she yanked the front of my sweats down again, exposing a little more than half of the swelling, veiny shaft I was packing. As she dropped into a squatted stance, a whiff of dick musk emerged from my crotch as it flopped out, slapping and landing on Nicki's forearm, almost matching in size and length. "Fuck..." I moaned, one of my hands holding up my t-shirt. She grasped my cock at the bottom of the base, wagging it around nonchalantly. "Ok, Cameron. Your dick is huge, and I'm not leaving until you hand that song over to me. So here's what we're going to do. You're going to fuck the shit out of me, and then give me that song, got it?" Then she took one long lick up my dick, pecking the helmet with a big, wet kiss. I nodded as if on instinct. With that devilish smirk of hers, she released my cock, causing it fling upward, almost slapping against my stomach. When it settled into it's rigid, erect state, she used it as a crutch to help herself to her feet, gathered the collar of my t-shirt into her clenched fist, and pulled me to my engineer board. My raging hard on slap and kissed up against her big, bubble butt as she bent over my board in front of me, arching her spine and looking at back at me, her palms placed on the edge of the table. "Mmm...fuck me," she moaned. "...Y-You big butt...bitch," I mumbled, grabbing one of her big ass cheeks in one hand, gripping my cock in the other. I pushed her ass cheek forwards, making it more clear to see where her pussy was hiding behind all that ass. Without warning, I pushed my long cock up her pussy, only able to fit about half of it on the first try. "Fuck!" she yelled, looking back at her own ass, which was so large, I doubt she was able to see my stomach because her butt was blocking it. I balled the back of her t-shirt up into my fist, using it as leverage as began thrusting my hips, feeling her wet pussy stretching around my girth as it went deeper and deeper. Developing a rhythm, her big, giant ass began hitting me in the stomach, bouncing and clapping as I dicked her down. "...Shit..." I moaned, picking up the pace, driving my hips into her, Nicki's fat ass ricocheting off my abdomen. Her big booty clapped and flopped around uncontrollably, her ass cheeks wobbled every which possible. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried, as I pounded into harshly, her big ass ferociously slamming against my stomach with every hard stroke. With her back arching even deeper, her booty ballooned out even bigger as my face turned into a grimace. Gritting my teeth, I fucked her as hard as I possibly could, making my groin clash with her wobbling globes with aggressiveness. Seeing what I thought was impossible, I gathered her big ass up in my arms. I pounded into even faster, holding her gigantic ass in a bear hug as my hips moved like a piston. Her big ass sat up higher in my arms. Two big, gelatin filled mounds of ass meat, and I loved every inch of it. Tidal-like waves rippled through her ass cheeks as I rammed into them. This was easily the biggest ass I ever been behind, ever. I suddenly released her big, 56 inch ass from the firm clutch I had it in, letting it collapse into a huge, crazy bounce. I met it with steady strokes, bouncing my pelvis off of the wobbly, bubble of an ass. I felt her body start to become weak, clapping against mine over and over as her legs started to tremble. I held her by the waist, making in my job to completely beat her big ass up. I spanked her large butt as I pounded it. Her two massive globes collided with each other, fighting for position like she had no control over it. Enough was enough. "Ugh! You-fat-assed-bitch!" I growled, emphasising with hard pumps. I yanked my cock from her pussy, and began stroking it between the crevice of her ass. "FUCK!" I shouted, shooting thick ropes of cum past her shoulder onto the wall, her ass, her back and even on the engineer board we were fucking on. Panting for breath, I laid my limp meat between the crack of her ass as she wiggled one cheek at time. I gave her huge ass another slap, watching cum fly off the surface of it, onto the floor, as stood up behind her. My long cock wedged itself between her big buns like a hotdog. "What's your Manager's email and phone number again?" I panted, putting my hands on my hips. She just looked at me, winked and smiled.

_This story involves a young man who is a virgin, and a woman over three times his age. Therefore, this is both a "first time" story and a "mature" tale._ * This wasn't the way that most guys my age want to spend the summer before heading off to college, I recall thinking as I looked out the kitchen window to the tiny yard and the postage stamp lawn that might take me all of a minute to mow tomorrow. The house and the yard had belonged to my grandmother, who had been in and out of the hospital for the last couple of years, and had finally succumbed to a variety of illnesses last week at the ripe old age of 82. While much of the rest of my family had abandoned Grandma, I had continued to visit her in her declining years, which was how I ended up with the dubious honor of going through her stuff and shutting the house down so that it could be sold. It was while I was taking a break from the house cleaning that I saw the woman who had lived next door for as long as I could remember, puttering around in her back yard. All I really knew about her was her name, Anna. She was a tiny woman who lived alone in the modest bungalow at the end of the street, nestled between the woods and my Grandma's place. She looked older than I remembered when I had seen her last year, her black hair now more streaked with grey and pulled back in a bun. When she saw me, she gave a timid wave before heading over to the fence. I went out to meet her. After she expressed her condolences about my grandmother's passing, she asked about what was going to happen to the house. "I don't know," I said. "They just sent me here to try and make sense out of her belongings. My folks and the rest of the vultures will take what they want, and then I guess the place will get sold." "New neighbors," Anna said, shuddering visibly. "Just the thought of that bothers me. I was so used to your grandmother. She was such a nice lady. I guess we got along pretty well because we were alike in many ways. She loved you very much, but you know that. She always said that Tommy was her favorite - the only one that would bother with her." "Oh, I don't know about that," I mused, but had to admit that Anna was right. "It was good that she had someone that cared about her," Anna said softly. "Being alone is..." Anna left the sentence unfinished, but I sensed that she knew what being alone was all about. I had never seen anybody besides her next door, and while I recall Grandma saying something about her being married at one time, I gathered that her husband had passed away. After we chatted for a few more minutes, Anna asked me if she would like to come over for dinner. I had mentioned that I had been depleting Grandma's cupboards during my stay, and when the tiny woman invited me, I realized I had backed myself into a corner and so I accepted. *** Much like my grandmother's house was, Anna's felt like a museum to me, with all of these little nick-knacks and doilies all over the place. I had gotten as dressed up as the limited wardrobe I brought here would allow, and after Anna complimented me on how I looked, she brought me into the kitchen for dinner. Gradually, my nervousness faded as we began conversing. We kept the topics light and avoided talking about my Grandma, and after I helped my hostess with the dishes she brought me into the living room. At that point, I have to admit that I was trying to figure out the most graceful way to end the evening. Anna was very nice and all, but I figured she had to get to bed early like Grandma always did. "Do you have any children?" I asked as we sat on her couch, which was probably older than I was, and found my eyes going to Anna's legs for some reason The pale limbs were very slender, and the fact that they weren't all that bad for a woman her age probably got my attention for longer than they should have, because she caught me looking at her as she answered. "No, I - we couldn't have children," Anna said sadly. "I wanted children so badly. My husband - he did too. That why we - he left me." "Oh," I answered, regretting that I had picked the wrong topic for conversation. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." "Not your fault," Anna replied, patting me on the arm and giving my limb a little squeeze. "Anyway, I suspect that you must be a very responsible young man, seeing as how they left you in charge of gathering everything up and all." "If anybody suspected that Grandma had anything of value, I'm sure the vultures would have swooped in," I opined. "So far, I've found about a dollar in pennies and about a dozen empty bottle of seltzer water." "Don't spend it all in one place," Anna suggested, and I shared in her laughter. Anna had an adorable laugh, as petite as the woman it came out of, and as we talked I found myself getting more attracted to her. I wanted to ask her how old she was, because it was hard to tell from her appearance. I suspected that she could be anywhere from 55 to 75, although the fact that she still worked made me lean toward the lower end of that scale. There weren't very many pictures around, but there was one of Anna when she was very young, probably in her twenties. She was a cute woman back then even if the picture looked like something from the twenties. Even then Anna had her hair in that little bun, which made her look a bit like a spinster. "What grade are you going to be in next fall?" Anna asked when the conversation turned to me, and when I told her that I was going to be a sophomore in college she got flustered. "Oh, I'm sorry," Anna said apologetically when I told her I was going to be 20 next winter. "I know I look like a kid," I offered, knowing that my nerdish appearance made my age tough to figure out. "No, it isn't that," Anna said. "It's just that your grandmother - the way she spoke about you, I always got the impression you were still a child." "I don't think Grandma ever understood that I was getting older," I admitted. "I was always afraid that for Christmas she would give me something like those pink bunny pajamas that Ralphie got in The Christmas Story." Anna started giggling at that, and squeezed my arm as she leaned against me, coming so close that I could smell the ancient perfume she used, a pleasant scent but something that seemed from around era. "As a matter-of-fact," Anna said when she stopped laughing. "The way you act - you're very mature. It's almost like you're older than your years." Anna had a point there, I admitted to her, because I always seemed to relate well to people older than me. "I'm square," I confessed. "Maybe I was born too late, because I don't like the stuff I'm supposed to like. Stuff guys my age are into, like rap music and reality television - things like that. I'd rather watch MASH or The Honeymooners than any of the junk that's on the tube these days." "There's nothing wrong with being square," Anna told me, motioning toward the television that looked as old as me. "I hardly ever turn it on, except for the news. So, do you have a lady friend?" "Me? No," I said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so nosy," Anna said. "I mean, you might not even be..." "Interested in girls?" I said in finishing her thought. "No, I'm very interested in girls." "Good," Anna said blushing. "I mean, whatever you like is fine, but you never know these days." "That's okay. No, I like girls but the feeling is not nearly as mutual as I would like," I confessed. What would she say if she knew that the only memorable relationship I had ever been in was with my science teacher, a woman who had been twice my age. A woman as plain and shy as I was, and she was about to take my virginity when she suddenly felt guilty. Her getting cold feet at the last minute was a crushing blow that I still hadn't gotten over. "I'm sure you'll find the perfect girl someday, Tommy," Anna said softly. "There's still a place for good-hearted and considerate guys, no matter what you might think. Not all of us like the 'bad boys', you know." I happened to look at the clock, and when I asked Anna whether that was the right time, she seemed as surprised as I was that it was just past midnight. "Silly me," Anna said. "I've been babbling away all night, and you've been so sweet to sit there and put up with me." "I've had a great time," I assured Anna, and I wasn't lying, because what I had feared might be torture was instead a fun evening. "Really." "Will you be heading home tomorrow?" Anna asked, and the more I thought about it, the less good that idea sounded. "I think I'll probably be here at least for a couple more days," I said, stretching the truth a bit when I added, "There's a lot of stuff I still haven't gone through yet." "Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night then?" Anna said, and immediately realized how excitedly she had offered the invitation. "I mean, if you'd like to, that is," Anna added. "I promise not to keep you so late tomorrow." "It's a date," I said as I went to the door, and when I opened it I paused, thanking Anna for a great night. "Thank you, Tommy," Anna said, and when I gave her a little hug she not only returned it, but gave me a little peck on the cheek, reaching up as high as her head could reach to press her lips to my cheek. So tiny, I thought as I squeezed her and felt her frail form, although the press of her breasts against my stomach got my attention. When I got back to my grandmother's house I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. There I was, a 19 year old geek not only spending an evening with a woman who, if she hadn't reached senior citizen status yet, could see it from where she was, and not only did I enjoy myself, I even got a hard-on from hugging her. "You're a sick fuck, Tommy Baldwin," I said aloud as I went into the kitchen for a drink of water. After quenching my thirst, I realized that I was not going to get to sleep right away, so I did a little housekeeping, bringing a few empty boxes into the spare bedroom that I always stayed in. On my way in, I happened to glance out of the window that faced Anna's house as I reached for the light switch, and found myself setting the boxes down and not turning on the light. Instead, I moved through the dark room like a cat when I saw the light on in the house next door. The curtains were open, with only the sheers shielding my eyes from an unimpeded view of Anna Hayward's bedroom. *** "Sick sick sick," I heard myself muttered as I looked over at the woman who I had just shared my evening with, and when I first glanced over I saw Anna in the process of putting her nightgown on, which meant that I had arrived just a little bit late. It was a very plain nightgown that revealed little, but with the house less than ten feet away it was almost like being there, with the sheer curtains giving Anna's bedroom the look of an old-time movie. Her china white arms were so slender and pale, yet were surprisingly trim, with little of the sagging of skin that many women get as they age, and I would have seen it since she was busily brushing her hair after freeing it from the bun. Sitting at what looked like a little make-up table, Anna worked the brush through her wiry hair with her right hand as she used her left hand to hold it down. My mother used to brush her hair 100 times each night, and I hoped that Anna did as well. She looked a little like Katherine Hepburn, so fragile and feminine looking despite tiny wisps of dark hair that sprouted from under her arms. The unusual sight of a woman with unshaven armpits did not offend me, and in fact the effect of seeing the little patches of fur was just the opposite as I stood there peeking though the blinds like a pervert while she did what was likely a nightly routine. Five minutes later the light in Anna's bedroom went out, and the sudden darkness seemed to break me out of the trance I was in, leaving me to assess what I would look like had Anna been looking over this way. Nothing unusual here, I thought. Just Tommy Baldwin with his jeans and underwear down around his ankles, his right hand still pulling on his deflating dick while his left hand was filled with the end result of his orgasm. Perfectly normal. Nothing I hadn't done countless times before, except this time the target of my deviant thought was a perfectly charming and innocent mature woman who, if she had ever see what I was doing, would have been just as disgusted with me as I was with myself. *** I ended up at Anna's again the next night, and I found myself having a great deal of trouble looking her in the eye as we ate dinner. Anna asked me if I had a productive day and I lied and said I did. I wonder what she would have thought about me had she known what I did? "Let's see," I could imagine myself saying if I was pumped full of truth serum. "Last night when I got back to my grandmother's house I thanked you for you kindness and hospitality by peeking at you through the blinds as you got ready for bed. Violated your privacy in a way that I'm sure has never been done to you before. I masturbated while watching you brush your hair, and then after I woke up the next morning I was looking out the front windows when you left the house to catch the bus to go to work. Did it again - jerked off I mean - while watching you walk past the house, wishing that your dress was shorter so I could see more of your legs." I could not imagine what this sweet old lady - and there was no denying that Anna Hayward qualified for that word - would think about such a confession. Yet as I finished another nice meal I couldn't at least say something. "Uh - you know Anna," I said as I leaned back from the table. "When my grandmother's house gets sold, you might want to, you know, like in the back..." "I'm sorry Tommy," Anna said after trying to decipher what I was trying to say. "I don't understand." "I mean, your bedroom," I stammered, wishing I hadn't started this but was too far in to stop now. "From the spare room in back, you can see into your bedroom." "Oh dear," Anna said when she finally figured out what I was saying. "The curtains - I leave them open for the sun - oh no!" "I'm sorry," I mumbled when I watched Anna's pale complexion turn crimson. "Just thought you should know, like for the future." "Yes, thank you," Anna said before excusing herself and scurrying out of the room. I knew where she was going. She was running back to her bedroom and closing those curtains after looking out to see exactly what I had seen. So much for the hope, the crazy thought that she had opened those curtains for me to look at her through. "There," Anna said when she returned, trying to act like nothing had happened. "I hope you aren't mad at me," I said. "Mad? Oh my no," Anna said as I helped her clear the table. "Can you imagine what someone just moving in would think? Glancing over at seeing a 63 year old woman prancing around naked?" That answered the question about how old Anna was, but once again I couldn't shut up. "I didn't see you naked," I said. "That's good," Anna sighed. "You wouldn't have come over for dinner if you had." "I wished I had," I blurted out. "Seen you naked I mean. You had just put on your nightgown when I noticed your curtains were open." "Oh." "You sat down at your dressing table and brushed your hair," I continued. "That must have been something to see," Anna said as she dropped a saucer in the sink, clearly confused at what I was saying. "It was. I watched you brush your hair until you got up and turned out the light," I admitted, leaving out the other part. "You looked so beautiful that it looked at I was having a dream." Anna put her hand on the edge of the sink, steadying herself, and she looked as if she was going to faint. "Tommy, you..." she started to say and then stopped. "You're a sweet boy but I know what I look like now. If I was 50 years younger, you might have gotten a more pleasant sight." "I didn't wish you were younger. Maybe I wished I was older," I said, making little sense. "I better go before I make an even bigger fool of myself." "Don't go," Anna said, clutching my forearm with her weathered hand. "I don't - would you sit on the couch with me for a moment?" I nodded and helped her into the living room, sitting next to her on the couch and asking her if I could get her something. "No, just sit with me for a minute," Anna said, our knees touching. The only sound in the room was the ticking of a clock somewhere behind us, and as Anna seemed to regain her composure I got relieved. "I'm really fine," Anna assured me after I asked again. "That was a lot of things to digest at once." "I shouldn't have said anything," I said. "I just felt guilty about spying on you like I did. Even if I didn't set out to do it, I still could have just turned away when I first saw you, but I didn't." "No wonder your grandmother loved you so," Anna said, her eyes watering. "I wish I had met someone like you when I was young. Those things you said, no matter how crazy they sounded, I still loved hearing them. Nobody has said I was beautiful in - I don't know how long ago." "You are beautiful," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Guess you can tell I've got a crush on you." Anna giggled at that, and squeezed my hand with hers as she looked at me. "You're going to make somebody a wonderful husband someday," she said. "I don't think so," I said. "I don't belong here - I don't mean here - I mean in the 21st century. Girls my age just don't do anything for me. Someone like you I can spend hours talking to and listening to, but girls my age? I listen to them babbling about stuff I don't care about for two minutes and I'm tearing my hair out." I went on to tell Anna my entire life story when it came to girls, and because there was so little to tell and the tales were so tame, even Anna didn't flinch. "I was crazy about her," I said of my science teacher and of her last second guilty conscience, and then I told Anna something that I never shared with anyone before or after. I shared with Anna the story of my dating Jill, and how when it finally got to the point that guys dream about, this time it was my fault it didn't happen. "We got naked and when she saw me - my - you know, she giggled," I confessed, the memory still as fresh as if it was last night instead of last year. "I'm - It's kinda small." "That sort of thing doesn't matter," Anna said softly. "Maybe she was just nervous or something." "Yeah, maybe," I agreed, although in my mind I saw it differently. "After she laughed when I tried, I couldn't - you know." "So you're a virgin," Anna concluded, and I nodded. "It's nothing to be ashamed of you know. Even I was one once myself." We laughed at that, but then Anna continued. "I was a child of the 60's," Anna explained. "Back then I was probably just as silly as the girls of today are. Smoking grass and drinking Boone's Farm wine." "You did?" "I did indeed," Anna declared. "I wasn't as crazy as a lot of people my age, but I was no wallflower either. If I told you how I met my husband you would die." "Tell me." "I couldn't," Anna said. "Let's just say that it wasn't something I'm all that proud of now." I kept after her, reminding her that I had just told her every one of my many humiliating experiences with the opposite sex, and finally she gave in. "I went to a concert at the Aerodrome with a girlfriend of mine," Anna explained. "This was in Schenectady, New York, and there was this group that had just came out called Led Zeppelin." "Led Zeppelin?" I said - shouted. "You're kidding!" "No. My friend Peggy was a little older and knew more about music than I did, so I went along with her. Hitchhiked and ended up sitting on the floor of this old bowling alley or whatever it was, about 15 feet away from these really skinny guys with long hair who I had never heard of." "Amazing." "Anyway, the show was over and we had to hitchhike home, but Peggy had been talking to this guy on the way out the door, and she gets us a ride. We're in a VW bus that's more primer than paint with these two guys we didn't know. One thing leads to another, and we end up making out with these guys in the back of the van after they get us buzzed." "That's how you met your husband?" I asked. "That sounds so cool." "Actually, to be honest I didn't end up with the guy I made out with," Anna admitted. "My future ex-husband was the guy Peggy was with. He said that once he looked over at me and saw me... well, never mind." "Saw you what?" I asked, while Anna covered her face with her hands and kept saying no. "Okay," Anna said after she stopped giggling, and then she whispered her secret in my ear. "So there!" Anna said, her face flushed after dropping that bomb on me and watching my reaction when she admitted that her future husband loved the way she was performing fellatio on his friend. "I wasn't always the little old spinster brushing her hair by herself." "I love you," I said, and when that didn't seem to register as Anna stared at me like I had just clubbed her over the head, I repeated it, taking her face in my hands and kissed her. Anna was obviously stunned when I started kissing her, but it wasn't resistance that made it an awkward moment. Necking was something that I hadn't had much practice at, and besides, Anna was on my right side, while in my limited experiences I had always been more comfortable with the girl on my left. Anna finally eased herself away from me, and when I realized how aggressive I had been I braced myself for a well-deserved slap in the face. A slap that didn't come. "Easy Tommy," Anna said, her lightly weathered and gently wrinkled face still there, and her hazel eyes full of understanding. "Easy." Anna took my face in her hands and kissed me, a kiss that was every bit as passionate as my amateur efforts, but so much more erotic. Anna's lips were soft and warm, and when her tongue slipped into my mouth I was startled but responded in kind. My hands went up and down her back as I hugged her, and that kiss hardly ended when the next one began. I was leaning Anna into the back of the couch, with her steadying influence keeping my animal urges in check somewhat. Anna had taken her glasses off at some point, and as we kissed I brought my hand around to her chest. Anna did not protest but only groaned when my hand found her breast through her dress and brassiere. The flesh underneath was very soft and pliant as I groped her breast roughly. I was a bit shocked at the size of her breasts, and it was as if she was pushing herself into my hand as we necked. It was then that I felt Anna's hand on my lap, her fingers clutching as she searched for my dick through my slacks. I was hard as a rock, but it still took her a while to find my boner, which says a lot about the size of it. "Ohh," Anna cooed in my ear when she found my dick, and then her fingers were taking down my zipped and reaching inside the fly of my pants. "Ooh," we said in unison after her fingers slid under my underwear and took hold of my penis and pulled on it as best she could given the snug surroundings. "You're not small, Tommy," Anna sighed into my ear, giving me a sweet lie as she lightly stroked the slender five inches I was blessed with. before reaching lower and rolling my balls in her palm. "Nice to feel a man again. It's been so long." My hands were all over Anna, running my hands all over the petite five foot frame through her clothing. Anna was breathing heavily in my ear all the time, and when I tried to work my hand under her dress she stopped my hand. "Tommy," Anna said, her cheeks flushed as she caught her breath. "Are you sure..." "I want you so bad," I said, hoping that just because my words came out with an excess of emotion that she didn't think I was lying, but it was just a case of me wanting her to know how excited I was. Anna nodded and got up off the couch, taking my hand and leading me down the hall. "Here," Anna said as she led me into her bedroom, a small cube full of knick- knacks and crocheted things of all kinds. "I'll be right back." I stood in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, wondering what I should do. In the end, I took my clothing off, even my socks, and after I folded them and set them aside I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser. "Oh brother," I muttured as my eyes began to adjust the the dim light provided by the moonlight that made it though the drawn curtains. My skinny frame was hardly the kind that women drooled over, and as for the sad spout that stuck out in front of me like a thumb when my eyes went lower, I cringed. Why couldn't I be like those guys in those websites, with their big schlongs waving around while they stood their smugly? No wonder Jill had giggled. I was pretty pathetic. The more I waited for Anna, the more I worried. My erection disappeared and then my dick started to attempt to crawl into my intestines as I thought about every possible thing that could go wrong. Anna? Where did she go? Did she get cold feet like my science teacher had? Then the bedroom door opened, and Anna was in the doorway, the light from the hallway forming an aura around her briefly before she stepped inside and closed the door behind herself. "Tommy?" Anna said, her eyes probably not as adjusted as mine were. "I'm here Anna," I whispered as I stood a few feet in front of her. "I'm scared," Anna said. "You're scared?" I said with a nervous laugh. "I thought you took off on me." "No," Anna said softly, jumping a little when my hands touched her shoulders. Anna had let her hair down, out of that tight little bun, and as I ran my hands through her wiry black and silver locks she eased herself into my body. Anna was wearing a bathrobe, and when I slipped my hands inside the lapels of the garment I could tell she was naked underneath. I gently parted the robe and then it was sliding to the floor behind Anna, exposing her pale and petite body. Anna shuddered as my hands slid down her arms, and I knelt before her as I buried my face between her breasts. Her breasts were larger than I had expected, perhaps because of the way they hung down loosely. They were like baseballs hanging in stretching bags, and as my hands came underneath them and took them in my palms, Anna let out a moan that had a bit of vibrato to it. Banana boobs - that was what my friend Zach called the tits of this girl at school that never wore a bra, and I guess Anna's breasts fit that description. The spongy orbs felt incredible in my hands though, and I could feel her nipples get stiff the more I played with them. We somehow got over to the bed, and as Anna eased onto the bed my hand went between her legs. The hair was sparse down there, and she was very wet when I touched her sex, a sort of oily moisture. "I haven't been - my husband - it was over 20 years ago," Anna said to me as I felt was had to be some kind of lubricant, something she must have applied to combat the dryness that comes with age. I hadn't been born. It struck me that the last time she had sex, I hadn't been born, and probably hadn't even been thought of yet. Now, there I was. "Easy honey," Anna whispered as I climbed between her skinny thighs, with my stiff dick in hand. "No," I muttered as I fumbled around the lubricated opening, and the more I fumbled, the more I thought. The more I thought, the more all the these horrible scenarios came into my mind. "Sorry," I practically cried as I tried to push what had become little more than a peanut into Anna's pussy, and I was on the verge of actually starting to cry when I realized this was going to be just like the time with Jill, only I didn't cry with her because she meant little to me. Not like Anna. "It's okay," Anna was saying, reaching up and running her fingers down the side of my face with her right hand while her left hand went down. "It's okay, Tommy," Anna sighed, taking my limp dick in her hand and pulling on it. "We're both nervous. It's going to be okay. See. You're getting harder already." I didn't think I was, but Anna was so reassuring, and her touch was so sweet, that I started to believe her. This WAS going to be alright, and as my dick really did start to get hard I started to relax. "That's it, Tommy," Anna cooed. "Yes! You're so big and hard!" This time, Anna didn't wait to see if I would screw up, and simply took my dick into her. As I slid into the snug fold, my cock grinding into the tight membrane, Anna cried out loud. So loud, that if my hard-of-hearing Grandma was still next door she would have been calling the police by the time Anna's guttural wail subsided. We were both laughing and crying as I moved in and out of her, the glorious feeling of being inside of a woman even better than my wildest fantasies. Anna was kissing me while squeezing my arms, and I was starting to figure things out okay myself, or at least that was how it seemed. Suddenly, Anna's eyes bugged out wildly, and her already tight grip on my arms became almost savage, with her tiny little fingers seizing me in what seemed like a death grip. The look on her face was so foreign and so erotic that I could not look at her for fear of cumming. As Anna arched her neck and cried out again, her body spasmed, and then my dick got crushed by a series of seizures that made me cum, her muscles almost forcing my orgasm out of me as we came together. When I finally stopped squirting my seed deep into Anna's womb, I looked back down at my little lover, and the look on her face must have mirrored my own, because we embraced each other and held on tight for a long long time. *** It was way past midnight when I woke up from a very light sleep, apparently having drifted off in Anna's arms for a second, and now as I looked down toward the foot of the bed, I was treated to a sight that had to be real because it was far beyond my wildest dreams. Anna was down there, laying across my thigh as she held my erect cock straight up, while her tongue worked along the underside. When she peeked up at me from behind my dick - a dick, by the way, that didn't look so little anymore to me - she giggled and apologized to me for waking me up. "Just in case it takes me another 20 years to lure a man into my boudoir," Anna chirped before breaking into her little giggle. Her tongue played with the tip of my manhood, and then she let her lips slide down slowly, all the way until her nose was in my pubic hair, and then went back up. After a couple more trips up and down, she got up to her knees and lifted her right leg gingerly over my crotch while rubbing my boner up and down the opening of her sex. "Mmm," I said as I enjoyed the sensation, reaching up to brace Anna, holding her under her arms while her worked me into her. Anna giggled when my thumbs stroked the sparse spray of hair nestled deep in the pockets of her moist armpits, fur which she had profusely apologized for earlier but I found as erotic as the rest of her mature little body. "Ah!" Anna sighed as my dick went in her to the hilt, and as she started rocking on me my hands went to the banana boobs which had begun to swing wildly in front of me, morsels too tempting to ignore. "Oh!" Anna said as she grimaced with her movements. "I'm going to regret this in the morning." "It is morning," I reminded her. "Then I guess I was wrong," she cackled as her thrusts become harder. "Because it still feels good!" *** I've gone back to school since that magical summer night, but Anna is still on my mind. When I go home for winter break, I've already invited myself to Anna's house to spend a week or so. Actually, it was Anna that suggested I would be welcome to stop some night when recess came, and when I told her that I thought maybe a week would be nicer, she seemed really excited about the prospect. So excited that she said she was going to take that week off from work, so we could enjoy each other all we could. After I got back to school, I happened to get a date with a girl who worked at the cafe on campus. She invited me to go home with her, and late that night we went to bed. She didn't giggle, and I didn't go limp, and she seemed to cum really well both times we had sex. We see each other from time to time, but to be honest, she's fun and pretty, but she isn't Anna. I told Sandy - that's her name - that I had a girl back home that I was in a relationship with, and she seemed fine with that. I didn't mention that the "girl" was over 40 years older than her. Don't know how she would have taken it, let alone if she knew that a lot of times when we're making love, I'm thinking about Anna. ... _thanks for reading_

Lee had never liked school, and was now counting the days until he could leave and take a job. There was only thing that made school bearable for Lee and the rest of his peers, Miss Slater. A newly qualified PE teacher with shoulder length blonde hair, fit figure and steel blue eyes perfectly set off by a heart shaped face. It was less than two weeks to go before Lee could leave and he attended his final soccer practice in the teeming rain. He had to stay behind to help put the equipment away so missed his lift. With no alternative he started walking back along the main road, he reached halfway when he was distracted by car flashing it's lights and sounding it's horn frantically. As it approached Lee it slowed, never one to pass on a golden opportunity he opened the door and was just about to climb aboard when he stepped back in shock. In front of him was the beautiful figure of Miss Slater in a low-cut, sleeveless T-shirt and shorts that accented her firm, muscular thighs. If anything the rain that had flattened her golden blonde hair made her more sexual as it had caused her nipples to protrude slightly from the confines of her tight top. "Well get in, you're letting the heat out," the ease at which she had started the conversation startled Lee but nevertheless he clambered into the beat-up Fiesta and tightened the seat belt. His mind buzzed with questions, what was she doing in school at this time, especially dressed like that? Was she casting him little furtive glances? Something inside told him not to ask these questions, instead the first thing he said was, "Right at this junction, you can drop me on this corner," The reply was startling; instead of right she turned left and cast him a seductive smile. When his penis rose to attention she smiled on and accelerated. After several more turnings she pulled into an underground car park and pulled up her shorts to reveal all of her muscular thighs and the outline of her panties. Although he was young, Lee was not entirely naïve in these matters and leaned forward to kiss her, he had only brushed her lips when she pushed him away, opened the door and asked him to carry her equipment to her flat. Lee readily agreed and scampered to carry her gear, due to it's cumbersome nature he fell behind, instead of worrying he smiled as he got a perfect view of her magnificent ass as she swayed in front of him. When they had climbed the 10 flights of steps to her flat Lee was exhausted and was sweating from the exertion. Licking her lips Miss Slater said, "I suppose I should invite you in," like I said Lee was never one to pass on an opportunity so he readily stepped into the living room and sat down on the couch. A voice came from the kitchen, "Want a drink?" "A beer if you've got one," Sure enough Miss Slater came back in from the kitchen with a can of Carling in her hand. However Lee didn't notice, her T-shirt was soaking and had tightened to show her gorgeous, firm breasts and her shorts seemed to have tightened around her legs, "Here's your beer" "What…? Oh, right, Thanks" Damm, Lee thought to himself, blown it, she's caught me staring, she's bound to ask me to leave now. Damm, damm, damm. They made small talk for several minutes, he found out her first name was Jackie, Lee was sure she trying to make him leave. It therefore came as a shock when his hostess said, "Look at you you're soaking, I'll get you a towel" with that she left the room. Lee was confused, she must have seen, maybe…? No she doesn't want…? He was so lost in thought he didn't see Jackie enter the room just as he was rubbing his raging hard-on. Instead of reacting hysterically she smiled and licked her full lips. Her steel blue eyes lit up with mischievous glee suddenly she pounced. Throwing the towel at him she took advantage of his loss of vision and jumped on top him, covering his face with passionate kisses. Lee nearly orgasmed on the spot but regained his composure to return the compliment. After several minutes of passionate kissing she started to undress him, first she pulled off his drenched training top to reveal impressive forearms and a bona fide 'six-pack'. Jackie loved developed men and her nipples protruded severely from the cotton confines of her tight T-shirt. As she moved down the youth's body she removed his shorts to release Lee's fully erect penis. At 9 inches long and 2 inches wide Jackie was severely impressed by Lee's member, she couldn't wait to get it inside her. 'Wait,' she told herself, 'wait'. So, instead of enveloping Lee's organ in her pussy she backed off and 'stripped' for him, first she slowly removed her top, revealing a little more off her luscious breasts each time under they were completely free and stood to attention at right-angles to her body. As she seductively removed her shorts to reveal just a pair panties between Lee and every teen's paradise. Just thinking about pushed Lee over the edge and he shot a load of cum over his chest, he managed a wry smile as Jackie licked it off his muscled torso. Slowly Jackie lowered her beautiful body down on to the overly excited Lee who was imagining fondling those absolutely gorgeous breasts so didn't notice as Jackie manoeuvred his dick into her moist pussy. Soon she had wrapped her thighs round Lee's waist and was riding him quickly, screaming periodically as she orgasmed. After 30 minutes and 5 orgasms Lee finally cummed with such force he passed out with ecstasy. Lee awoke to find the prone body of Jackie lying next to him, her golden blonde hair draped across his chest, looking up at the clock, he saw the time click to 11p.m. He was in big trouble. Slowly he tried to move without alerting his bed-partner, as he lifted his back from the cushions she woke, "You're not going anywhere yet" she said as she moved back on to his pelvis and resumed riding him, Lee sat agog at this beautiful women wanting to have sex with him. She must have been very excited as she almost instantly came; she came thrice more before Lee shot his final load. She wasn't finished yet though and kept going until he was on the brink once more when she finally stopped and collapsed on top of him. After dozing for no more than 10 minutes he was woken by Jackie's perfect breast slapping his face, as he opened his eyes he saw her perfect form holding her used panties. He started to protest as she pulled them up his thighs and round his waist till they were tight round his still erect cock. Instead of stopping she brought her finger to her lips as an indication to be quiet until they were finally. "Listen darling" she said brushing his cheek sending shivers through his body, "If you want this to continue, wear this until I come for you, she emphasised the 'come which Lee thought was damm sexy. "One more thing before you go, you can't come except for me, I can tell you know" Lee didn't mind not wanking if this occurred regularly. With that Jackie kissed the end of his dick and told him to go home. Despite the disapproval of his parents he fended off their awkward questions and slept contentedly. The weekend and Monday passed in a dream until he felt it had been a one-night stand and consequently the sensuous panties were removed and Lee returned to wearing established attire. That all changed on Tuesday; after dinner on Tuesday's was Biology, which consisted of Miss Stewart, another new teacher with none of Jackie's appeal, droning on about the gall bladder and stroking the male's arse's when she felt no-one was looking. In a desperate attempt to gain some of Jackie's popularity she had taken to wearing short skirts and low-cut tops. It didn't work, she looked like a slut and just showed off her disgusting figure. She bulged in all the wrong places. Lee, like all his peers dreaded Biology. Today was different; today she was on a course, which meant substitute teachers and therefore a 'free' lesson. Normally the substitute was another Science teacher, today for some reason Miss Slater took over. Few complained, it gave everyone a chance to drink in her beauty. "Right you've been left a sheet, I want silence while you do this" Obediently the class started scribbling. 20 minutes in Lee dropped his pen, in the silence of the room it sounded like a bomb going off. As he picked it up he looked up sheepishly to find Jackie burning holes in him with her stare. He mumbled an apology and sat down; halfway through the hour's lesson the majority of the class had finished the sheet and sat idly. Suddenly a paper aeroplane landed right on the book Miss Slater was reading. "Right Lee Hodges, that's it see me after school" Lee started to protest but soon realised what was in store so instead he humbly asked her where. "4:00 in the Sports Hall, don't be late" Mentally Lee jumped for joy he couldn't wait for tonight. The final two lessons passed in a daze, Lee's entire mind was focused on what this evening would bring. The bell couldn't come quick enough, when it finally shrilled to signify the end of another day Lee dashed over to find a class busy getting changed. He had to wait 5 agonising minutes until he could enter, by now he was full up pent-up sexual tension and began to wish he hadn't removed the panties this morning. When he entered the cavernous hall he saw Miss Slater struggling, trying to carry 3 basketballs with one hand, anxious to please he rushed to help, expecting to carry one maybe two it was a shock when she handed him all three, "Don't dare drop them" came the command as he crossed the huge hall, struggling to keep up, he didn't know what she would do if he dropped one, but he remembered the karate trophies and medals adorning the wall. He decided not o risk it and manfully struggled on. As he so far behind, by the time he reached the cupboard Jackie was already naked, reclining on a crash mat. Eagerly wanting to start, betraying his youth he was halted as he removed his shirt. "Darling, you don't mind giving me a foot massage do you" the reclining beauty drawled. Deflated Lee mumbled "Of course not" and eagerly started work. First he rubbed her toe and arches, then he moved back paying particular attention to the ankles, then at her instigation worked in between her toes. He repeated this process innumerable times over a half-hours period, by which time his penis was rock hard and his hands were tired. Finally Jackie moved forward and locked lips with him in a passionate embrace; fumbling for his belt she finally fixed the catch and removed his trousers to reveal a pair of boxers. "Where are my gorgeous panties?" she demanded. Lee could only smile sheepishly, "You mustn't love me enough to follow simple requests" "But I do" Lee demanded. "Fine, prove it" with that she pushed Lee down on to his back and sat on his face, "I think you know what to do" Desperate to prove his adoration for her, Lee obediently licked furiously, quickly bringing her to four orgasms before she stood, rearranged her clothes, kissed him full on the lips and left. Leaving Lee full of pent-up sexual frustration. Things were going to get worse; some one had been watching this macabre scene, some one who was excited.

_Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story._ * I couldn't believe my luck. I lay there on the queen-sized bed, propped on one hand, looking at the sweet thing laying beside me. She was a beauty with a young, lithe body, long blonde hair that was now swirled around her shoulders, and soft sensitive skin now covered with a fine patina of perspiration. I was running my finger tips over her body, reveling in her youth. I had just rolled off her after spending over 90 minutes in all sorts of contortions, sometimes with my mouth plastered to some part of her body: her generous boobs, her sleek tummy, her puffy pussy, her globular ass or her long lush legs; often with my cock inside her soft mouth or her hot pussy. Six times she had stiffened her body, arched with her cunt pressed hard against whatever part of me was attending to it at the time, and screamed her delight as an orgasm rippled through her being. Now she was holding my flaccid cock in one hand and looking at me with a contented gaze as she told me how good it had been. I just smiled and shook my head, unable to believe my good fortune. Here I lay, tracing little nonsensical geometric designs on her body which had not yet reached its nineteenth birthday. With a 46 year age difference, I realized I could have been not just her father but her grandfather. And yet she had freely given herself to me, not outraged by the age difference, not offended by my less- than-toned body, nor insulted by the words that seemed to have drawn her to me. Our first encounter had happened by such chance that I had often thought I could have missed it entirely. I was a frequent browser on an erotic literature site on the internet and one day was looking curiously through some of the threads that I normally did not view. One caught my eye and I opened it up to read about a guy who was asking other men to seduce his wife. I read a bit but was just about to lose interest in it when I read a comment by a user named "Imahottie." Imahottie said that the guy needed her dad. She said that he was good at seducing women plus he often helped his wife get drunk and watched her get seduced by other men. The only thing was that the guy who originated the thread was from the U.S. while Imahottie (and her mum and dad) were from the U.K. I posted a note to the thread asking Imahottie if her mum enjoyed the screwing or if she was too drunk to know what was going on. She responded that her mum moaned and groaned and seemed to experience frequent orgasms so she guessed that she was enjoying it. I asked if her dad just watched or if he took the opportunity to indulge in some strange pussy while his wife was getting fucked. Imahottie replied that dad liked to watch some of it and then he would go find his own piece of pussy, seducing one of the many women who lived nearby or frequented a local pub. I asked her if she had any problems with her parents' sexual habits. She wrote back and said that she didn't have any problem with it. After all it was their lives and they were entitled to their fun and why should she have any problems with it? I checked her user profile and noticed that she was just a little over 3 months past her 19th birthday. Yes, she seemed very experienced sexually. At one point, she posted a response to another user that said, "there are no limits. I've been with older men and younger ones too as well as women and girls." In another post, she said that she particularly liked being with older men because they taught her so much. I sent her a PM (private message) and said: _"Okay, okay, I know what you said about older men but ... well, you just might balk at SOME disparity in ages. But that doesn't keep me from wanting to ask... Do you like to receive oral? I really love giving oral. Eating pussy is one of my favorite pastimes. I never get enough of it. On more than one occasion, my partner begged me to stop because she had just gotten too sensitive but at least I was lucky enough that she had enjoyed a couple of orgasms at least, and one dear sweet woman had flooded my face nine times (maybe that's not many; I don't really know but she DID seem rather grateful afterwards). I also enjoy a variation of it where I tongue-wash the lady's anal valley and then tongue-fuck her anus. Do you like that? I hope it doesn't turn you off. I know some ladies DON'T like it, usually on general principals rather than because it doesn't feel good but I enjoy it, especially if it makes my partner feel good ... and it usually does. I know I've never been the world's greatest lover nor had the longest cock by any means. It took me many years to learn that, more often than not, length of time was more important than length of cock (although I'm sure ladies appreciate a big one) or speed, so I became a very slow lover. It is wonderful to experience an orgasm, but it can be great to feel the pleasure of "getting there" over a longer time and there are just too many delights in the female body to enjoy them all with a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am approach. Do you like to have your toes sucked? That can be very erotic and I love to do it, especially if my cock is in the lady's pussy at the same time. A tongue or finger tip along the middle of the sole of the foot ... or right under the base of the toes ... can generally be a good feeling for the lady too. You sound like you are already a very experienced young lady but I would love to have the opportunity to broaden your horizons a bit, if I could, or if not, to simply sample your delights. I am equally sure, from reading your posts, that you would be just as delightful to meet even if we only got to talk (though you would probably find it less intriguing than I would). If you care to respond, you can PM me using the name older_texican or if you'd like, you can email me atXXX@XXX.com. Ted"_ Imahottie responded with: _"there are no limits, i want to try it all, (done most of it already), and with as wide a variety of people as possible, and that includes other girls and women as well as boys and men."_ I replied with: _"Yeah, I kind of guessed that. It makes me a little sad, though, because I doubt there is anything in my repertoire that you would find interesting, and that is my loss! You sound like a very fun young woman and there is no doubt that I would find you exciting and sexy and desirable and beautiful and ... all sorts of other fun things. Wish I could have found a woman like you in my younger days. I sure would have loved to spend time with you trying to find new ways to tease you and new ways to please you and ... well, shit, you know! Anything to get in your pants! Okay, okay! I'll just follow your posts and think about "what might have been." And maybe I'll bug you from time to time wherever you post. BTW, any chance of getting any pics of you? Are you going to (or have you) post any? Any chance of getting a personal copy? Hugs & kisses, Ted"_ Her response came back with: _"i'll sort something out and email it love, nothing kinky or nude, but the real me like."_ I was getting really antsy and hot about this imaginary young woman. I replied: _"Thank you. I would appreciate that (although I wouldn't mind kinky or nude either ... lol) Another question about the thread: you and your parents obviously have a very open family relationship, since you are fully aware of mom and dad's sexual events. Have things ever gotten to where you and dad got together? You seem to take everything in stride and seem to enjoy older men as well as younger so I can't see you being all that surprised if he were to invite you to spread your legs for him from time to time. Given some of the situations you've described, I would be more surprised if you and he never fucked. And frankly, that seems super-hot to me. Ted"_ In just a few minutes, I got her reply: _"i'll tell you all about us in an email lover, this isn't private enough, i don't trust them in charge not to be able to nose in here, hell they programmed the place. you got it spot on though, dad and me are at it and have been longer than i'll admit here."_ She eventually sent me a picture of herself, fully dressed, and I knew immediately that I was "in love" with her. Well, okay, maybe I was just "in lust" with her but it felt like love. She told me that, following family tradition, her dad had taken her cherry with her approval as soon as she had turned a legal age and she had been doing it with him fairly frequently since then, although she still found plenty of time to try a number of other lovers _._ After exchanging a few more short PMs, our communications reverted back to whatever we each posted in various threads on the website. I filed everything to do with Imahottie into a mental file marked as "would have been nice but ..." and moved on. Being on a fixed retirement income, I didn't have the kind of money it would take to pick up and flit across the pond just to see a little girl I really didn't know. But then the unexpected happened. A spinster aunt died. So far as I knew she had a ltitle income but was just getting along about like the rest of us ... not too bad off but nothing fancy. But when her estate was probated, it turned out that she had a little nest egg put away and, since my sister and I were her only living descendants, she left it to us to be divided equally. After all was said and done, we both got a nice "little" check. It wouldn't make us rich but it sure did help. It was less than 6 figures but not by a lot. Suddenly I had some "disposable" income. I paid off the few bills that I had outstanding and thought about what I wanted to do. It wasn't a sudden idea, more like a subtle acorn of an idea that took root and began to grow: I could get my passport renewed and take a little trip to Europe or at least to the U.K. I could see some sights I had never had the opportunity to see. And maybe ... just maybe ... I could actually get to meet Imahottie. I sent her a PM asking if she was still around and if she would be interested in meeting with me if I made it over for a "holiday." She didn't respond for a couple of days and then she sent me a note: _Dear Ted, it was great to hear from you. I was delighted to learn that you might be coming over for a visit. Let me tell you that I will be so delighted to see you. If it would work out, I would like to be your guide when you are here.. let me show you around. And if you are still interested, I would love for you to give me some lessons in some of those things you told me you like to do. As soon as you know for sure when you will be here, let me know so I can make sure to keep those dates clear. Luv, I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to meeting you in person and getting to know you better._ _Sloppy kisses,_ _Imahottie_ It wasn't until I began to firm up plans for my trip that I learned that her real name was Ima Blair (no relation to a certain politician). She had enrolled in a university in London although it was many miles from where her parents lived in another suburb of the city. She had suggested that I make reservations at a very nice hotel not too far from the university. She said that she would have plenty of time to show me around and she could even miss a few classes if she decided to. The fateful day finally came when I caught my flight from Dulles in D.C. to Heathrow outside of London. The flight arrived shortly after 10 A.M. It took me an hour to deplane and collect my luggage and another hour to await the hotel shuttle and make the trip. Thankfully I wasn't driving; I'd have killed myself in the first mile driving on the wrong side of the road. The hotel was very majestic ... and old. I was impressed. Yet in spite of its age, it was very up-to-date inside, with all the modern conveniences although decorated with what must have been centuries-old antiques. I unpacked my clothes and settled in, taking pleasure in being in a new city, a new country for the first time. The strange ring of the phone woke me from a jet-lag-induced nap. Ima was calling from the lobby and in just a few minutes, I opened the door to greet the gorgeous, sexy creature. The few pictures she had sent me did not do her justice ... she was even better looking in person. After a quick kiss, she breezed into my room as if she belonged there. I was amused by the breathless young woman who talked a mile-a-minute. She obviously never met strangers ... she got to know everyone in such a short time, it was like she had known them all her life. But she really surprised me when, after being in the room for less than a half-hour, she began to shuck her clothes, never asking about it, not requiring that I ask her to, she just matter-of-factly came out of them. When I stared at her beautiful body, she sat next to me on the bed, rubbed her hand over my expanding crotch, and said, "Luv, we got together because of sex, right? I figured there's not any reason for us to be shy or to waste any time. Let's fuck. I want you to show me how you would lick me like an ice cream cone, just like you described on the computer, huh?" A couple of times when we were chatting, I had told her that my favorite activity was to lick and kiss a lady from head to toe, taking my good old easy time to finish the job. So I shucked my clothes and got between her legs but then sat back and stretched my legs out beside her. Lifting her legs onto mine, I began administering to the soles of her feet, then each toe one at a time, swapping back and forth between legs. Gradually I worked my way up her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs before approaching her pussy. By the time 90 minutes had passed, Ima had cum seven times and was begging me to fuck her, saying that I could finish the job another time. I started out in her saddle so I could kiss her sweet lips while I pumped her pussy but then later turned her over and stroked her from behind while my fingers worked around the top of her slit. When I finally spewed my white-hot cum into her twat, she had cum three more times. Sometimes it is good to be an old man! We didn't leave the hotel for nearly three full days, except to get two meals. The rest of the time we used room service and just screwed our heads off with breaks when we ... usually me .... couldn't go any more. I might have taught her a few new tricks but not much if anything. She was so supple and limber that she twisted and turned her body into contortions I had never dreamed of before but, if she could do it and I could still get my cock into her, we fucked that way. And loved it. Finally on the evening of that third day, I called a halt, saying that I was going to have to take a break for a few hours or my cock would get sensitive and I wouldn't be able to do anything for days while it recovered. Ima agreed that it would be best to take a little time off. So we showered and went out and for the first time I got to see some of the attractions of the city of London. I love seeing new places and looking back on history and London was both to me. Although Ima viewed the sights with a younger person's indifference, nonetheless she was familiar with the sights and sounds of the city and gave me a good tour. We stopped in a nice little pub for some typically British fare and a pint to wash it down. It wasn't exactly what I was used to eating or drinking either but was quite palatable at least. By the time we left, it was getting dark and we hailed one of the horse and buggy liveries that seemed to be everywhere in the downtown area. For an hour we rode snuggled together with a riding blanket that might have been a big bear skin over us as we watched the city lights and listened to the sound of Big Ben. The sight of the Royal Palace, resplendent with its red-garbed guards, was magnificent. Eventually we caught a regular cab back to the hotel. I got out, ready to get some much-needed rest, while Ima took the cab back to her apartment at the university. She promised to meet me at 11 the following morning, after she attended her two morning classes. The next morning Ima knocked on the door a few minutes after 11. When I let her in, she tugged me toward the bedroom, saying, "I've got a lot of sites to show you today but I'm real horny. Let's fuck first and then go out, okay, Luv?" The quickie turned into nearly two hours of delightful sex during which I ate enough pussy that I forgot all about any need for lunch. In the meantime she sucked my cock and balls until I shot one load down her throat, then she got me hard again and pushed me over so she could ride me for a while. I was worried that I couldn't keep up with her and had swallowed a quarter of a little blue pill just to insure that I could stay hard long enough to satisfy her. It sufficed, fortunately, and she seemed quite happy with the outcome. We spent the afternoon sight-seeing and strolling through a wonderful shady park. I thought she might be embarrassed to be seen with such an older man but she appeared to be very comfortable with me, in spite of the difference in our ages. I began to ask her about her parents, since I had never been able to get her story out of my mind. She said that, over the years, her mum had gotten to love the sex so much that the guys really didn't have to get her all that drunk any more to get into her knickers but she did like to drink and still usually drank enough that she was feeling good long before the guys fucked her. She said what usually happened was her dad would have a group of six or seven guys over, usually friends or co-workers or men he met at a pub. They would sit around talking and drinking, maybe playing cards, and her mum would join them. When her dad felt the time was right, he'd signal for one of the guys to help him and he'd strip her clothes off. Then the men would take turns fucking her on the sofa and her dad usually took the last spot. Anyone who wanted to could have sloppy seconds after everyone had their first shot at her. Ima had started coming down from her room and sitting on the stairs and watching the happenings below. Her dad had spotted her one night and came up to sit beside her. He asked if she liked watching her mum get it and she told him that it excited her. He told her that she could watch each time the guys came over if she wanted to. Then after her 18th birthday as they were watching, his hand slid up her leg under her nightgown and he fingered her pussy. She said that it felt great and she couldn't believe how fantastic it was when he made her cum. A few nights later, five guys had screwed mum into oblivion and dad took his usual final turn. When he finished, some of the guys wanted another shot so dad came up the stairs to sit with Ima and watch while they again plowed her sloppy, slurpy pussy. Ima had been giving a lot of thought to what she had been watching and, when she dressed for bed, she left her panties off. While the two of them watched the action below, Ima reached between her dad's legs and fondled his flaccid cock, which didn't remain that way long. Although she had never touched one before, she was intrigued by the shape of the mushroom head, the veins ... especially the big one on the bottom that kept throbbing when she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Dad groaned with pleasure and leaned back to give her easier access. Ima explored his balls, checking the contour and watching his face as her little fingers moved. She felt the juices flowing between her legs, slick and plentiful. She turned to her dad and whispered, "I want to find out what it's like inside. 'K, dad?" He just looked at her and watched silently as she straddled him and lowered her body until his big hard dick touched her wet pussy. She wiggled, feeling the head settle into her opening, and then hesitated. Her dad had hung his head backward, eyes closed in lustful concentration. In one plunge of her body, Ima forced herself down onto her dad's big stiff cock. She felt a quick stinging pain, like a hit from a bee only it didn't last long. Then she sat there, impaled on his penis, feeling full in a place she had never felt full before. After a few moments, dad put his hands under her butt and lifted her up, then dropped her down his shaft, over and over until they both climaxed. Ima said that she knew what was happening because her dad's fingers had made her cum before but this ... this was so much more, especially when she felt her insides flooded with his warm sperm. At that instant, she knew she loved her dad so much more. As time passed, Ima found herself in sexual situations with guys from university, older men including an uncle who showed her new uses for the garden shed, girls from school and a few older ladies. All proved to be fun in their own way but she had developed a thing for older men because they were always teaching her new little things that made her feel good. By the time Ima finished her story, we'd finished a nice leisurely dinner, gone back to my hotel and were laying together naked in my bed. I turned her face down and started my licking routine on her backside, first working down from her neck, across her shoulders, along each arm to her fingers and return, over her back and around her buttocks. I skipped down to her feet and gave her the full treatment: feet calves, knees, thighs and then settled between her legs, washing her anal valley and then tongue-fucked her ass. By then she was squirming so much I had a hard time keeping my tongue in contact with her but managed to do it well enough that she came four times. From there the night turned into a long bout of super-satisfying sexual gymnastics. The following morning, after less than four hours of sleep, Ima jumped out of bed, showered and dressed in a rush. She gave me a big buss on the lips and said she would be back about noon. Then she was off like a whirlwind. I turned over and went back to sleep. I had just finished dressing when Ima came in, as usual almost running. She was starved so we headed downstairs to find a restaurant for lunch. While we were eating, I asked, "What do you have planned for us to do this afternoon?" "Well, I thought we'd go down to the waterfront and arrange for a cruise along the river. Then we can have dinner and after that, I want to take you to meet my mum and dad." "Oh? Do they know you've been with me the last few days?" "Oh, yes, Luv. I've told them all about us. They know what we've been doing. And, Luv ... mummy wants to fuck you." I could see where Ima got her beauty. She and her mom, Marlene, had a great family resemblance, although mom was heavier, had larger boobs and a much broader beam across her bottom. Her hair was a little shorter but the same soft blonde color. She had a few lines on her face that came with age but altogether she was a beautiful woman, particularly for a 41-year-old. Her dad, Robert, was a little older than his wife and very friendly. He made me feel welcome right away, even though I had some apprehension as I entered their house. He pumped my hand and greeted me by my first name as if we were old friends. He called his wife Mare and she called him Robbie. We settled in the living room and he immediately offered a round of drinks to everyone. He asked what I'd like but, being the foreigner in their country, I asked him to choose for me. He pulled open a bottle of a warm brew in a dark bottle and took one for himself, giving his wife and Ima something special he mixed for each of them. It seemed to me that he poured a lot more from one liquor bottle into his wife's glass than he did into Ima's. While we talked, I nursed the bottle I had as Robbie downed his and got another, refilling his wife's glass twice in the process. Ima seemed to be amused by it all and just sipped her drink occasionally but her mum was downing some pretty big swallows of the pale liquid. As the talking continued and an hour passed, Marlene sort of slumped into the cushion of the sofa and it looked like she was having problems keeping her head upright. I wondered if I should offer to leave but Ima kept patting my leg and smiling. Robbie watched his wife for a few seconds, then reached over and began to unbutton her dress. Down from the modest opening at the top, down between her full breasts, down her stomach, past her waist, all the way to the last button just above her knees. Her head lolled toward him, a smirky, silly grin on her face. Her hands hung limply at her sides. Robbie carefully pulled one side of her dress out of the way, then carefully flipped the other side off, revealing his wife's very sexy body. His fingers fumbled with the catch of her bra but it was soon free and he moved it aside, letting her large globes sample the open air. He waved at Ima and he lifted Marlene just enough that Ima could pull her mother's panties down and off her feet. The dress dropped off her shoulders, followed by the loose bra, leaving her naked except for a pair of comfortable, low-heeled shoes. Robbie gently spread his wife's legs wide to the sides, revealing a baby's-butt-bare pussy for my raptured gaze. He looked at me and softly asked, "Isn't that a beautiful pussy?" When I nodded, he asked, "Wouldn't you like to have a nice piece of that?" Again I nodded. Robbie said, "When Ima told her about what you've been doing to her, Mare got so horny she went and shaved herself in hopes that you would do the same things for her. Will you?" I slipped to my knees in front of Marlene. Lifting her feet, I removed her shoes one at a time while she smiled at me drunkenly. Just as I had with Ima, I started on one foot, licking her sole, finding the nerve in the middle that reached right to her pussy. I licked her toes one at a time and sucked on them, then changed feet. Slowly I worked my way up to her knees, gratified to hear her moaning occasionally and seeing her legs or arms twitch as a particularly good feeling coursed through her. Just before I got to her knees, I sensed movement to my left and glanced over. Ima was then sitting on the sofa beside her mum and was just as naked, with her dad between her legs mimicking on his daughter everything I was doing to his wife. I turned my attention back to Marlene and resumed licking around her knees and up her thighs. By the time I buried my tongue into her pussy, she had already cum three times and her pussy was like a volcano: steamy hot and flowing with fresh lava. Greedily I lapped it up and shot my tongue deeper into her in search of more. When I was convinced that I had lapped up all the available treasures for a while, I pushed her legs up high and wide, opening her anal valley. I licked around her buttocks in ever-decreasing circles until I finally dropped into the narrow valley and washed it. When my tongue first touched the center of her puckered little jewel, she jumped as if she'd been shot and then climaxed again, stronger even than before. I went to work seriously with my tongue, probing into her tight bung hole as deep as I could and tongue-fucking her ass for a few minutes, until she muttered, "I'm cumming, sweetie!" I felt my face flooded with her clear sweet cream and went back to clearing it from its source. Deciding to move on, I kissed and licked upward, back and forth, to her belly button, then up to the bottoms of her breasts. One at a time, I lifted the heavy globes and washed under them and then licked all around the soft flesh of her mammaries, finally settling on her swollen nipples and vacuuming them until my jaws hurt. As I licked up over the gentle slopes to her shoulders and then up the sides of her neck, my raging hard-on quested back and forth, looking for a wet hiding place to get warm again. I glanced over at Robbie only to see that he had already slipped his cock into his daughter's hot pussy and was slowly stroking away. Turning my head back to Marlene, her mouth found my ear and she whispered, "Luv, I'm not as drunk as Robbie thinks I am. I want you ... no, I NEED you to fuck me, baby. Please! Put your cock in me now, honey!" One little shift of my hips and my one-eyed-Cyclops found her sheath. She was so wet and slick that one gentle push sent my whole shaft into her up to the hilt. When I turned back to kiss her neck, instead her mouth met mine and our tongues dueled inside our mouths as my cock began moving slowly in and out of her hot vagina. It would have been so easy to end it in a hurry, just slamming into her hard for a few strokes until my balls emptied out into her. But then it would have been over much too soon and I would have missed out on so much of her delights. I forced myself to keep the pace slow and deliberate, nudging her clitty fairly often. I lost track of her climaxes but knew that there was a growing puddle of her juices on the sofa cushion under her, right where my balls kept smacking as my cock made the most delightful slurping noises. Finally I could stand it no longer. Holding her hips, I slammed myself into her hard for several strokes and then, feeling my balls draw up, I pulled myself deep into her and kept us mashed together until my nuts shot their hot liquid into her cunt. Holding myself in Marlene and hoping I didn't slide out of her too soon, I looked over at Robbie. He had already cum in Ima's pussy, which was still wide open and dripping his white cum. He was sitting back watching us with an approving grin on his face. Robbie said, "Hey, Ted. It's too late for you guys to go back across town, not at this time of night. Why don't you take Mare upstairs, first door on the left. Ima and I will bed down in her room. Okay?" When I nodded, he pulled Ima up and patted her on the fanny as she giggled and ran up the stairs. Carefully I picked up Marlene and carried her upstairs, turning into the room as directed. I laid Marlene on the bed and then crawled in behind her, thinking that I'd get some sleep. It wasn't to be ... at least, not for a while. Marlene spun around and began to suck on my cock until I was hard again. We fucked for a while, then rested for a bit and then went at it again. I don't know how long it was before we finally went to sleep but it was well into the morning. I had the impression she was trying to get the same amount of screwing out of me that she usually got from 5, 6 or even 7 men. It just didn't happen but, thanks to the little pill I popped at one point, she didn't seem too displeased with the outcome. The following morning was hectic because Marlene & Robbie had to get up early to head off to work and Ima had to hustle off to the train to get to her classes on time. Marlene woke me and told me that if I wanted a quickie, I'd better climb on because she had to hurry. I pumped my guts our in her willing pussy and hastily followed her into the shower. Somewhat reluctantly I kept pace with Ima until a station where she told me to get off and take a taxi to the hotel, since that would be the shortest route. She promised to see me later. Ima showed up at the hotel just after noon. We went to a little hole-in-the- wall restaurant for lunch and then spent most of the afternoon just strolling and talking. We were back at the hotel by early evening and once again fucked ourselves silly. I could not believe how ... how ... how nymphomanical, to coin a word ... she was. Nor how she could coerce and cajole me into more sex acts that I had ever been involved in over such a short period of time. The rest of my two-week vacation was just like that. Three more times, we went over to her parents' house in the evening and every time ended the same way as my first visit: I screwed Marlene until she finally let me sleep. The greatest variation in the routine was the morning fuck: she turned her ass up in the air and had me fuck her doggy style while she fondled my balls, making me cum quicker. Every other evening was spent with Ima in bed at my hotel. She was virtually insatiable and kept wanting to try new contortions just to see what it felt like. We also spent some afternoons in bed and even fucked two mornings when she had no classes. It was with sadness that I approached the end of my stay, dreading the return trip but knowing that it could not be helped. On the last night, I invited Marlene, Robbie and Ima to be my guests at an exclusive restaurant in downtown. We had agreed to all meet at the restaurant but I was surprised when Marlene met Ima and me and Robbie was no where in sight. "Where's Robbie," I asked. "Well, Luv, we talked it over and decided to change the script a bit. Robbie's gone down to the pub to get a couple of chippies for the night. Ima and I are going to make your last night here one you can't forget." "Oh?" I answered, intrigued. We had a great meal, made all the tastier for me because of the anticipation of having two great lovers in my bed that evening. All through the meal, one of them had a hand on or near my crotch. We took our time getting back to the hotel, letting our meal settle. We were barely inside when the women began stripping me and then hastily shed their own clothing. From that point on, the night was indescribable, with hands and tongues and legs and feet everywhere. With six orifices available, I did a creditable job of screwing each one at least once. By the time I had to get ready to go to the airport in the morning, I knew I would sleep all the way home, because I hadn't slept a wink all night. I almost cried when I left them. I felt so sad, it was like losing a loving family member ... except it was two of them. Still, with the plane arcing out over the crystal blue waters of the ocean, I thought that I had memories I would never forget ... unfortunately, I would never be able to duplicate them either, but for sure I would never forget them. And just think, if I had never had the chance to go "across the pond," look what I would have missed.

Miracle Match (MM) is an on line dating service. But more than that, it has field offices around the country for people who don't have access to the internet. People living in nursing homes, people in prison, and people who are still using 3-party land lines -- those humans living in remote areas or in caves. Andy Aldrich believed everyone should have a partner, that everyone needs love. It's market niche is society's rejects, sometimes known as deplorables. The corporate staff consists of Andy as CEO, his current mistress, Gilda, as secretary, and an ex-con, Lou, with a history of extortion and insider stock trading. Translated, that equates to being a crook. Lou is the treasurer. Andy employs 30 illegals, smuggled in from various countries -- especially the Czech Republic and Canada. Andy advertises on Google, with a monthly budget of $350. His website costs almost nothing, since he dabbles in HTML. Miracle Match has no physical presence. You can't find it in a mall, or in the back of a warehouse. It's located in "The Cloud". For you folks who are not tech savvy, the Cloud theoretically is unlimited memory storage. For example, Google Drive utilizes cloud computing. It has over 1 billion users. Clearly, Andy is not a ghost, and doesn't live in a cloud. He has a small office in his garage in Palo Alto, California. He lives in a $5 million home -- a little above the average home price for a home in Palo Alto. He is married to a lovely woman, an Evangelical who speaks in tongues when she prays. She prays every night after dinner. For an hour. Out loud. That's why Andy works out of his garage. Andy also employs Larry, a contract photographer adept in PhotoPro, for retouching headshots. A second associate, working 30 hours a week without benefits, Dorothy, is a struggling English major; she's hoping to publish her first novel on Amazon. Dorothy's job is to write profiles for subscribers, most of whom can barely read or write English. Many of them are high school dropouts. When a woman like Anna wants to meet a man, her unedited profile would read: " I like to walk on the beach while the sun sets. Or sun rises. My hobbies are gardening, and reading books on philosophy. My favorite author is Friedrich Nietzsche. I am curvy and enjoy playing the harmonica." This would get zero response. After editing, Anna's profile would read: "I am a big breasted woman who don't sleep much. I enjoy having sex all night, and go to bed when the sun rises. I am very open minded, like to suck cock, and masturbate every day ..." This results in hundreds of responses. Obviously constructing a dating service makes little demand on your ingenuity. Or honesty. People are lonely, they're tired of masturbating, and want to meet someone. Maybe anybody. They are willing to fork out $175 annually to become a charter member. Not surprisingly, Andy grossed over $5 million in the first 10 months of operation. It was even more profitable than running a megachurch. Anna was one of MM's first clients. She lives in Cupertino, which is a stone's throw from Palo Alto. Well, OK, a couple of miles. People live in Cupertino because it has a great school system. This means you don't find gang bangers hanging around street corners. Everyone spends all their time studying -- preparing for the SAT's to get into Stanford, or Yale, or MIT. If you want to go to a state college, usually you don't need to prepare much. You can work at Whole Foods and still get admitted. Recently divorced, and horny as hell, Anna needs to find a man. Not any man, because she lived in Cupertino. He had to be earning a six figure salary, be preferably Asian or Indian, and drive a German car not more than two years old. She would be humiliated to be seen in an American made car. Anna herself was originally from a small town in Northern India. I won't mention it here, because it doesn't matter. Really, it doesn't matter... She is a beautiful woman, full breasted, and was tired of ordering vibrators from Amazon. The UPS guy was at her home more than her husband. She didn't know where her husband was, since he travelled a lot. So she divorced him. He was useless. She did get the house -- a 4500 sq. ft. home worth $10.2 million. She claimed he beat her, but since he was always traveling, he had no idea she divorced him. His attorney handled everything. There was a restraining order, but again, he was not aware of it. In essence, he made $350K a year, and didn't give a shit what happened at home. He was your typical Silicon Valley executive, working 16 hours a day. He didn't even know his car was stolen until one day he couldn't find it at the airport. He didn't trust Uber drivers. On his way home one night, he got a call from his attorney. His attorney essentially told him to check into a motel and he would explain later. Since Anna was close to MM's corporate location, she called them and spoke to a rude Asian receptionist. After a few minutes trading insults back and forth with the receptionist, she was finally put through to Andy. They spoke briefly and Andy agreed to meet her at a local Starbucks. Andy brought his photographer, Larry, with him. It was easy to spot Anna, because at Starbucks everyone was either on a laptop or staring at their phones. Anna was reading a romance novel. Written in Hindi. "You must be Anna," Andy said. "Well, hello, Andy. Yes, I'm Anna ..." They stared at each other, Andy eyeing her big boobs, and Anna wondering if this guy was legitimate. Larry stood by, his camera hanging around his neck. You could tell he was a photographer. Photographers use cameras, not cell phones, for photo work. Anna intentionally wore a sweater two sizes too small. She wanted to make a lasting impression. Larry didn't need to be told. He started shooting right away. Click, click, click. "Oh," she said, looking down between her legs. "Why is he down there on his knees?" Referring to Larry, shooting up between her massive boobs. "That's Larry, my photographer," Andy explained, smiling. He didn't want to admit that Larry functioned by conditioned reflex. As soon as he saw big boobs he'd start shooting. "I brought him along in case we'd need some headshots of you ..." "Then why is he down between my legs?" "Larry, get up," Andy told him. "I haven't decided to accept Anna as a client yet." Larry murmured something that sounded like an apology. He reluctantly sat at the next table. Panting. "Larry, take a break ..." Andy told him. Anna spoke. "I'd like to meet someone special -- if you know what I mean. I checked out some dating sites, and they all seem to be the same. Professional men looking for professional women." Andy listened. "I want a Marlboro Man kind of guy -- rough, tough, outdoors type." Obviously they're still smoking a lot in India. "And a heavy smoker?" Andy asked. "I think the Marlboro Man died of lung cancer." "Well, you get my point ..." And, lowering her voice she added, "He has to be a good lover ..." "Any special kind of sex? Oral, anal, BSDM?" "Goodness, no, not anal!" "You've never been fucked up the ass? He blurted. "Pardon my French ..." The dirty language triggered a pussy reflex. She felt a tiny squirt. "Noooooooooo ..." she said, looking ready to cry. "But I could give it a try. I guess that's what everyone's doing these days." She watched a lot of Fox News. Andy figured her perception of the world today was everyone is getting fucked up the ass. Maybe politically, but not on a first date. "Not everyone," he said, correcting her. "Some people liked birching. That's popular in upper class families." He thought, continuing, "You have people who like being strangled, whipped, boiled in oil ..." He corrected himself. "Well, maybe not being boiled in oil." "Oh, dear. I guess I'm out of touch", Anna said. "It's all a matter of preference ..." he said. "Why don't you fill out a personality profile, and within a few weeks, you should have men contacting you." He handed her a blank application. "Are you limiting yourself to men only? We're getting some hot lesbians ...and transsexuals. " She appeared stunned. "Mail it back to me, with a check for $175," he said, smiling. Larry looked disappointed that he wasn't going to do any more photos. Maybe he'd call her to arrange a photo shoot. In her case a simple head shot would not do her justice. Perhaps a few shots in lingerie, or a camisole. Or a wet t-shirt. Certainly not nude. He tried not to stare at her chest, but his hands were beginning to shake. He was losing control. Big breasted women are always in demand. And someone who lives in Cupertino, with big boobs, well ... the mailman is going to be pissed, lugging all those sacks of mail. (Wondering about Anna's photo shoot? Stay tuned in ...)

When Robin was just one year old, I left my husband, Clive. It had all become too much to bear. His bullying, his attempts at psychological manipulation and control, his fantasy desire to watch me being raped and his contempt for me as a woman, sickened me to the point where I would tolerate it no longer. In the years that followed, once Robin started school, I returned to the work for which I had trained as a speech therapist. This is well-paid work, and I was able to choose how many hours that I worked. My main focus was always Robin. I fended off many approaches by men in the years after I left Clive, and as I have been told I am an attractive woman, there was quite a lot of fending off to do. I had my own needs, including my sexual needs, but I wanted no “live in uncles” for Robin, and although when he was still young I had got involved with a few men, it always seemed to end in demands I was not prepared to meet. So it was that apart from masturbating, I lived a life almost as chaste as a nun’s. I tried to make up for a lack of a male role model in Robin’s life, by doing what we came to call, “Adventuring.” If nothing else, this activity kept me very fit. Our adventuring began when Robin was still quite young. We started by simply going out for walks around where we lived. I would point out the different kinds of trees and birds we saw. We progressed from there to hiking in the hills that skirt our city. When Robin entered his teenage years, we discovered that there was a chain of YHA Hostels across the hills that allowed for over a week of hiking along a trail that spanned the hills. At one time I was tempted to buy a caravan so as to extend our range, but instead, settled for a tent. From then on, we were off adventuring whenever we both had free time, and weather permitting. In fact, on occasions we miscalculated the weather and managed to get soaked or our tent nearly blown away. Robin seemed to thrive on our adventures – I think we both did – and he was forever pressing me to undertake yet another one. To begin with, we shared the same double sleeping bag, but on becoming aware of his sexual maturation, I decided that separate bags were necessary. If the nights were warm, we would often get into the sleeping bag naked, and there were times when with his closeness to me, I thought I felt what seemed to be an erection that pressed against me. It was not that I felt any aversion to his sexual arousal, I understood it too well. I hope you can see that at that time, I had not had sexual intercourse for years, and although my renunciation had been voluntary, this did not mean that I no longer desired sexual intimacy, on the contrary. So, I admit to you that it was as much my reaction to Robin’s sexual excitement when in physical contact with me, that led me to sleeping in a separate sleeping bag, and not his erection in itself. The gentle pressure of his manhood against my body had brought about a throbbing in my clitoris and the discharge of vaginal lubricant. I saw the danger and took the steps I thought necessary, but perhaps those steps should have been more radical. I might have suggested separate tents or even stopped the camping entirely, but I failed to do either. The hiking and the sharing had been too much a part of our lives, and to stop this did not then even cross my mind at the time. You see Robin and I were very close. We were secure in each other’s love. I knew that one day, perhaps when he had to go away for work reasons, or when he got serious with a girl and married, we should be apart, but in the mean time I treasured every moment with him. When he was a little boy, he used to sit on my lap and say, “I love you mummy, and when I grow up I’m going to marry you.” When he grew older the signs of his love were still there, and looking back now, one could almost say it was a courtship. Being well remunerated financially, I was able to be liberal as far as his allowance was concerned. When he was at high school, he had a job for a few hours a week. He saved his money and then want to take me out to dinner at an expensive restaurant. I would protest and he would plead. We always ended up going to the restaurant, and often it was a champagne and candle lit dinner. In the following weeks I had to find surreptitious ways to replace the money he had spent. Even when quite young Robin would become quite annoyed if he saw me speaking in a friendly way to a man. I thought this might wear off as he grew older, but on the contrary, he became even more possessive of me. I saw all this and even thought I understood it, but failed to see the real danger that lurked underneath. I told myself that his attachment to me stemmed from his insecurity at having only one parent. He did not even have any living grandparents, and being an only child myself, there was a lack of aunts and uncles. Apart from some friends, we were very much on our own. As I think back now, I can see what ploys I adopted to mislead myself about what was going on. “It’s only a son’s love for his mother.” Even my recognition of his sexual arousal when in contact with me I wrote off as, “Just a growing up phase he’s going through.” The truth was, I did not want to acknowledge that it was more than these things. The crisis came when Robin was two years into his university course. He hoped to follow my example and become a speech therapist. We had even talked of setting up a joint practice when he qualified. It was the university mid term vacation, and we had decided on a trip to an island off the coast. We drove to the ferry and left the car in the ferry car park. Arriving at the island we set off on a hike to Frenchman's Bay that involved a trek from the north side of the island to its south coast. It took us three days to reach the bay, camping in our tent on the way. The bay is rarely visited, the only way in, being on foot, so we had the place to ourselves. Looking along the beach in both directions, not a soul could be seen as far as the eye could see. The weather was superb, and we pitched our tent just behind the bay’s beach. We swam, lazed about on the beach, did some short walks through the bush behind the bay, and tried hand line fishing, with no success. We had brought supplies to last an estimated three days, so our next move was going to be to the one substantial town on the island, Princess Town. It was on the second day that “The event,” as I have since called it, took place. It was a blazing hot day, and we spent a great deal of time swimming, then lying around in whatever shade we could find. We were scantily clad, which was understandable given the heat and out constant dipping into the sea. Throughout the day, I noticed Robin staring at me more than usual. I also saw repeated erections, and the sight of these had their effects on me. The throbbing in my clitoris became almost painful, and the thin piece of cloth that passed over my cleft, became soaked with my lubricant discharge. Part of the reason for my frequent flights into the water was to disguise this sign of my arousal. What I could not so easily hide, was the erection of my nipples as they pushed against the thin material of my bikini top. I was so stimulated that I could barely keep still, which was another reason for my racing into the sea. I could see that Robin was also very restless, and often lay so I could not see his hardened shaft. One of the most studied aspects of humanity has been the reason why we do what we do. We might claim that there is no special reason for certain behaviour, but psychology seems to deny this. However we may hide and deny the cause of our action, it is there and capable of discovery. If therefore, I tell you I do not know why we both went to bed that night, naked, or justify it by saying, “It was the heat of the night,” I am sure you would not be deceived. I suppose we had been lying there on top of our sleeping bags for almost an hour. We were both hopelessly restless, but I had just begun to drift off to sleep, when I was startled awake. I felt my breast being touched – caressed. It had been so long since I had been touched in that way that for almost a minute I let it continue. It was when I felt Robin lean over me and take a nipple into his mouth, that I made my protest. “No, darling, no…please, don’t do that to me Robin...please. Darling, you must stop. You’ll only get me worked up…please…don’t…” The truth was, he didn’t need to get me worked up, since I had been in a sexual frenzy most of the day, and like many things we repress, they only return in even more demanding mode. I tried, I really tried, to stop not only Robin, but also myself. I begged and pleaded, and as he came over me and began to spread my legs, I tried to fight him off. The beautiful and strong body, the physique I had so much admired, his power, was my undoing. I was very fit myself, but I could not match his strength. Robin began his own pleading; “Don’t fight me mother, please…please don’t fight me…I love you and want you.” He forced my leg apart – or did I let him part them? Perhaps I shall never be sure what the answer is to that question. I felt the tip of his penis moving over my cleft, seeking entrance. My vagina felt distended, the lubricant soaking me, and my opening was not difficult for him to find. As he found my entrance and began to slip into me, I made one last plea. I knew I was still very fertile, and we had no contraceptives. “Please, please, my love…don’t…you’ll make me pregnant…you must stop…” It was too late. Almost as soon as his length was in me, he gave a gasp, and his seed fountained into me with what felt like desperate urgency. His need must have been overwhelming. He poured into me and I surrendered to him, giving myself over to the sensation of his hot young sperm flooding me. In that moment I no longer cared about incest or impregnation, it was my love, my longing, and yes, my lust for him, that burst through all the barriers that had held it in check for so long. I wanted him as I had never wanted any man before. I would have had a thousand babies with him rather than to never have him in me at all. He was from me and was part of me again. For the first time in many, many years, I felt a complete woman. With a deep sigh, he ended his discharge into me. He did not withdraw from me, but lay in me; I felt his limbs relax. I was still in a state of tremendous sexual excitement and the mere presence of his shaft in me was enough. My orgasm approached with sweetly agonising vibrations, until my whole body was shaking and the cries of ecstacy, that I at first tried to stifle, were torn from me. All control departed from me. I clung to Robin, tearing at his back with my nails. I smothered his face with saliva wet kisses, ending in digging my teeth into the base of his neck. At the time, I was hardly aware of what I was doing. It was only next morning when I saw the wounds I had inflicted that I realised how violent had been my hunger for him. My screams and cries of love seemed to be coming from someone else. I heard them but they did not seem part of me. Perhaps this was because never in my life had I experienced anything like the sensation my coupling with Robin had produced. When I had calmed down, Robin withdrew from me, but if I thought that was the end of our love making, I was wrong. In the dark of the tent I felt rather than saw, him move down my body. I felt his hands under me to raise my buttocks, then they moved to part the outer lips of my sex organ and something probed into the inner lips and beyond. At first I was unable to identify what it was that was being done to me, then I realised; “It’s his tongue in me.” He moved from penetrating me to licking my clitoris. The mad whirl began again. He grasped my thighs as I began to shake, holding me firmly to him, and the ecstacy was upon me again. I writhed, holding his head tight to me, screaming again, and pleading for him never to stop. I would have paid any price, endured any torture so long as I could suffer the dear torment of his flickering tongue. Again I began to calm, but still he had not finished with me. He kissed his way up my body to finally bring his lips to mine, and open mouthed I tasted his sperm mingled with my own fluids. Once tasting his seed, I hungered for more. I moved down to his once more erect shaft and took the crown into my mouth. I slid slowly down it at first, soaking it with my saliva, then, feeling him give a sudden heave, I speeded up my movements, and the delicious fluid came rampaging out of him. However much I tried to swallow, he gushed into me too rapidly, and the sticky liquid ran from the corners of my mouth. This surplus semen served as the next mouth to mouth exchange and soon our faces were soaked with the juices of our loving. For the moment, we were sated. We were soaked with a mixture of sperm, lubricant, saliva and sweat. We exuded the odour of recent sex, and lay recovering in the heat of the night. “Let’s go and bathe,” I said. We rose, and hand in hand made our way in the dark across the beach to the sea. Still holding hands, we entered the cool water, then commenced washing each other, scouring each other’s genitals. Invigorated, and without bothering to dry ourselves, we returned to the tent. We lay on top of my sleeping bag face to face, trying in the dark to look into each other’s eyes. I moved one leg over him, and drew his penis into me. We lay in this state of exquisite communication, kissing, his hands roaming over my breasts, and reassuring each other of the love, we had for each other. a It was a very sweet and gentle time. The violence of our frustrated craving for each other having now diminished, it was a time for tenderness. Robin barely moved in me, but constantly told me of the beauty of just being in me. After a long time, we came together, this time very quietly and sensitively. It was a moment when we were both trying to give expression to our commitment to each other. After our climax had passed, we still lay together, Robin’s penis inside me, our arms about each other. I began to try to assess what had happened, and what this would mean for the future. Our love had entered upon new territory, and as far as we were concerned, a previously unexplored region. We had crossed over a frontier and our “adventuring” had taken us to where we had no map but our love to guide us. If this had been a “one night stand,” a moment of lust that once satisfied would be no more, then we might have ended it that very night, or at least, after a short period of time. I knew it was more than this. We had entered an Aladdin’s Cave of sexual delights, and the stone had rolled back across the entrance to imprison us within. I felt Robin drift off to sleep, his relaxed manhood still inside me, and I followed his example. I the morning when I woke, I noticed that we had not moved during the night. Amazingly, Robin was still inside me. I lay still, not wanting to part with him. As he woke, I felt his penis harden, and fully awake he began to move inside me forcefully. I clung to him, suiting my own rhythm to his. “He’s going to be a morning person,” I thought. As it turned out, he was a morning, noon and night person. As he said later, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” As with the first time he penetrated me, he came before I did, but unlike all the previous men I had been with, he did not withdraw as soon as he finished. He lay in me, and his mere presence in my tunnel was sufficient to bring me to orgasm. As I climaxed, he stroked me, whispering words of love. The day after our night and early morning love, we were intending to move on to replenish supplies. As it happened, we had just enough to see us through the day and breakfast the next day, so we decided to stay a little longer in the bay. As Robin said, “This is our Wedding Bay.” Ever after, the bay has ceased to be Frenchman’s Bay, and for us became “Wedding Bay.” All that day we were either swimming or making love. Robin seemed to be able to produce an endless supply of semen, and after my long sexual drought of many years, I seemed to be trying to catch up. Then, and ever since, I have reciprocated Robin’s feelings in reverse, “I would never be able to get enough of him.” From fighting myself, and then, however feebly, trying to fend Robin off, I had submitted to him completely. But then, in his way, he also submitted to me. There was nothing we could not do to and with each other. At times, our union was violent, but it only happened that way when we were both desirous that it be so. There seemed to be a spiritual bond between us, each knowing the other’s thoughts, feelings and desires, and ever ready to meet them. I had read of men and women almost becoming one. When apart they were less than their selves; together they were whole beings. Until Robin, I had never come anywhere near that sort of relationship. Now I was almost complete. There was just one more step to go. That step had in fact already been taken. I waited until I had full medical confirmation, then announced my pregnancy to Robin. I was a little doubtful what his response would be. I need not have doubted. He smiled, kissed me and said, “You won’t be able to leave me now, will you?” I began to protest, “But Robin, I never thought of…” He laughed. “I know you haven’t, any more than I’ve thought of leaving you. After all, when I graduate we have that partnership to form.” If I had any thought that the partnership was his real motive in the relationship with me, he quickly proved me wrong, when, after kissing me again, he said, “Thank you”. I was not sure what he was thanking me for, and I said so. “For having a baby with me.” If further proof of his devotion was needed, he gave it to me as he took me to bed, and through what he did with me in bed. As I write, the youngest of our three children has become old enough for us all to go “Adventuring.” Robin and I have decided that a visit to Wedding (sorry I should write Frenchman’s) Bay is in order. “It will give us inspiration for the next twelve years,” he said, “And a break from the practice.” I agree that we need a break from the practice, but neither of us really requires the sort of “inspiration” Robin had in mind. Every day (and night) is proof of that. To put it another way, life with Robin is always an adventure, including sexual adventuring.

**Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract** Comstock Films Directed By Tony Comstock DVD -- 45mins plus trailers "Opposites attract because they are not really opposites, but complementaries." Sydney J.Harris I just saw a love story. One with all the makings of a fine, sweet tale -- you know how it goes -- the handsome young man who spies the pretty woman at a party and smiles, but doesn't think he stands a chance with her. The pretty woman who swoons a little when she sees him walk by, the friend who acts as the conduit for secret messages about the woman's desire to know him and kiss him...want to know how it turns out? Well, so did I -- desperately. It turns out, in this romantic real life story, that Xana and Dax are perfectly suited to each other, they fall deeply in love, they learn what turns each other on and they have hot sex. In teaming up with filmmaker, Tony Comstock, they get to tell us their love story and show us their lovemaking. It's a beautiful and delightfully sexy tale, just like a good love story should be, and exactly the kind of story I love. There's Xana -- all blonde, creamy smooth skin and lovely curves and then there's her handsome, dark haired, Brazilian husband, Dax -- she's a little bold -- he's a little shy -- on the surface they do indeed appear to be opposites, but as we hear their story, we learn just how close and complementary they truly are. When we see them make love, it's confirmed without a doubt. These two enjoy themselves with the unhurried grace of a couple who've come to know each other well, with the assured, confident moves of soul mates who know what it takes to turn each other on and with the ease of real life lovers whose motivation is pure pleasure. Their pleasure quickly becomes ours. In making a film that lets the lovers shine, Tony Comstock allows some of that warmth to spill over onto us. He employs the deceptively simple documentary style interview to introduce the lovers to us -- it's a clever approach that uses the natural chemistry between them to great effect. Xana and Dax are warm, engaging, and candid as they share the intimate details of their attraction to each other. I was completely charmed by these two and loved watching as they smiled and laughed recounting how they met, how they got together and how they stay together. The way Xana and Dax talk about lovemaking isn't just sexy, it also serves to give the film context. The obvious and logical conclusion to which seems to be the move to watching them make love. The format means we can relax into the story very quickly. When Xana talks about her orgasm, then we see it, we can truly enjoy her pleasure, -- we can buy into the action with ease. When we see her lovingly sucking and stroking Dax's cock, we know she really loves the way it looks and feels -- we've heard her say so, and when we see Dax rub his thumb over her clit and pussy lips -- we know he adores her and her body. I'm completely smitten with the look of this film. From the slightly theatrical but simple set, to the beautiful and dramatic lighting, the production speaks of care, attention to detail and an artistic eye. The camera work and editing is exciting, smooth, and lively at the same time. There's almost a sense of luxury about it -- it's got a rich saturated style with lots of lush imagery that has the eye dancing lightly, filling up on the gorgeous sight of the beautiful naked bodies moving before us. The filmmaker seems to indulge the viewer, wanting us to see everything he sees and much more -- it's a generous kind of filmmaking that presents sex in an elegantly explicit but almost defiantly straightforward way. When the lovemaking session begins, we're treated to a series of exquisite closeups as Xana and Dax kiss passionately and undress each other. The cameras spend time picking up all the delicious details -- Xana's lovely breasts spilling out as Dax pulls her top down, her mouth, as she nibbles and tongues Dax's nipples and his gentle kisses to her neck, all fill the screen. The close up style of the opening sequence seems to draw us in quickly, to set the scene for the intimacy that unfolds before our eyes, making us part of the scene before backing away to cover their lovemaking with a seamless blend of close-ups and fullbody shots. Some of the very hottest moments from this very hot film that I love in particular include: Xana and Dax's wonderful kissing, the way they look kneeling up massaging oil into each other, his finger slipping into her as he licks her pussy, the way he holds her hips tightly after she comes, the full- on lip lock kissing toward the end as she rides him with gusto, the brief sequence when Xana hops aboard reverse cowgirl, pussy all exposed, breasts bouncing all over the place and the sequence that shows Dax all stretched out on the white sheets, his face a picture of bliss. I also liked the brief but sexy glimpses of Xana's beautiful feet when she climbs astride Dax cowgirl style and earlier as he massages oil onto her legs and gets her giggling while gently kissing and tickling one of her feet. Xana and Dax look incredible together and make love in a tender, playful, deeply sensuous and erotic way. Their lovemaking includes lots of deep kissing, stroking and caressing all of which has a relaxed leisurely pace that makes the more urgent thrusting moments even more erotic and hot by contrast. As their lovemaking draws to a satisfying conclusion, the final frame of the last scene -- caught me pleasantly off guard. Up until then there is no acknowledgement of the camera's presence. It's a surprise then, when just before the credits roll, the lovers turn and give us a cheeky smile. It's a moment that found me shedding a few happy tears and feeling more than a little choked up. That's a sure sign of a good love story in my book! Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract, from Comstock Films is a great pleasure to watch alone and a joy to share with a lover. It's sex filmed with grace, style and skill, with respect for the lovers and for the viewer. With his distinctive style, Tony Comstock has cleverly combined visual beauty, sexual heat, sympathetic characters and a compelling story into a sexy, beautifully made film that I'm delighted to recommend. The 45 minute feature includes the interview, interspersed with moments of Xana and Dax's lovemaking -- we then get to see the action from beginning to end. The DVD is a very good looking production from the box cover, disc printing, disc titles, the clear, simple and easy to navigate menu to the paragraphs of text that introduce and provide context for the clips that follow. There are four trailers included for Marie & Jack: A Hardcore Love Story, Damon & Hunter: For the Love, Ashley & Kisha: The Right Fit, and Matt & Khym: Better Than Ever. The enticing previews included on this disc have me wanting more and wanting it yesterday. I say encore, encore -- but hurry please! "There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman." Vincent Van Gogh

_Another note from the author:_ _The characters in this story are (loosely) based on The Addams Family television program which originally aired on broadcast television for only two seasons in the mid 1960s. This story begins about the time of the not so memorable made for TV movie in 1977, Halloween with the Addams Family, roughly eleven or twelve years after the final TV episode._ _Please note: **everyone** is over the age of eighteen._ Chapter 1 - The Empty Mansion 0001 Cemetery Lane, Wood Lawn Area, Green Briar, USA Our tale begins with the solitary figure of Gomez Addams standing within the shaded interior of the garret, a small four sided look-out tower which graced the roof of his family's gothic style mansion. His dark hair was disheveled, his face shadowed by three days growth of beard. Addams was dressed in one of his favorite suits though he, most uncharacteristically, wore no tie. His white shirt as well as his black pinstriped suit coat and trousers bore the telltale creases of having been slept in. Several times. His black wingtip shoes had obviously not been polished for several months. The mansion too had seen far better days. Over the centuries the impressive structure's once grand exterior has been allowed to fall victim to the ravages of time. The edifice had stood on this spot, tucked snuggly between the swamp and the long abandoned cemetery since long before the suburban community of Green Briar and its environs sprung up around it. Within the tower, the rough hewn cedar floor measured roughly six foot long by six foot wide, and there was just enough room beneath the rafters supporting its shallow roof for a very tall man to stand comfortably. That very tall man being the family's butler, Lurch, who measured just a few inches short of an impressive seven feet in height. In the shadows between the ancient rafters dozens of bats nested sleepily awaiting the onset of twilight. Located in the center of the wooden floor was a trap door. This allowed access to the garret from the winding staircase below. Each of the four slightly inwardly sloping walls contained one centrally located arched top window. Each of these was equipped with a heavy iron latch on one side and iron hinges on the other so they could be swung open to admit the cool breezes that so often swept in from the ocean. As with the rest of the mansion, several of the windows had cracked over time. Much of the ancient glazing was either broken or missing altogether thus allowing the panes of glass to rattle noisily in their frames given the slightest hint of breeze. Here and there corners of the glass had long since fallen away. The slightest ocean breeze would cause the brittle window glass to rattle within their sashes. The casements also opened to allow access to the narrow widow's walk surrounding the garret. Every one of the windows was tightly latched today. Curtains of spider webs enshrouded the brittle glass, layers of dust and grime partially obscured his view of the street below. Heaving a long and pitiful sigh, Mr. Addams leaned on his telescope and gazed out through the cracked front window. The street below was distorted by the irregularities in the ancient glass but he did not care. He was not really seeing the peaceful scene below. His mind was entirely focused on his troubles. Again and again over the past few months Gomez had found himself ascending the ancient iron staircase that led from the dusty attic to this tiny sanctuary as if drawn by some unknown force. Sometimes, under cover of darkness, he would step out through the open window onto the narrow ledge of the widow's walk. There he would skulk about until the first light of dawn drove him back into the mansion's dank, dark and welcoming interior. Even in happier times, though it was technically part of the butler's private suite, the garret as well as its accompanying widow's walk had always been two of his favorite haunts. This was especially true when Gomez wanted a place of solitude in which to brood, which given his innate good nature was not very often. The lookout tower's best assets were its proximity and easy access to the lightning rod on top. From here, on moonlit nights, Gomez Addams could look far out over the ocean. Like a sailor high up in his crow's nest, Gomez would watch in eager anticipation for the squalls and storms that so frequently blew onto the coast. During thunderstorms he would often scramble up onto the tower's steep roof. As the rain soaked him to the skin he would stand precariously atop slippery slate tiles with his limbs draped about the rusty iron lightning rod. There he would wait in eager anticipation. He came here even more often these days. His heart might be broken but, deep inside, Gomez Addams remained ever hopeful. There was always a chance, no matter how small, that he if he was vigilant and if he was patient he just might be struck by lightning - again. And what could be more pleasant than that? During inclement weather (that is to say when the sun was shining and the weather was warm) Gomez had taken to wandering through the dusty rooms of his now silent mansion. Sometimes he felt like a ghost, haunting his own ancestral home alongside the ghosts of Grandma Squint who haunted the attic and Cousin Blob who preferred the musty cellar. Odd how still and peaceful the old homestead was now. Much too peaceful. The mansion, filled to the brim with a bizarre array of family curiosities, had for so many years teemed with all of the happy sounds of life and of love. Now the badly neglected structure was as quiet and as peaceful as the proverbial tomb. As appealing as that simile might have once sounded to him, Gomez was miserable. Throughout his life, being miserable had been one of his favorite leisure-time pursuits. No longer. His misery brought him little pleasure these days. There had been precious little pleasure in his life since the children had grown and moved out, his son Pugsley to Africa to study medicine under the watchful eyes of a witchdoctor named Mobogo and his daughter Wednesday to the Music Academy to study the flute, and his beautiful wife Morticia whom he loved more than life had withdrawn from him, informing him that she was suffering from some strange malady called _'Empty Nest Syndrome'._ And then, inexplicably, she had decided to become involved in politics _._ Politics _!_ No, these days Gomez found little pleasure in his misery. Grandmamá, too, was gone now. She had left for 'the old country' just before Christmas last year. Now she were somewhere in Old Castile staying with relatives who lived in a medieval castle. Grandmamá was boning up on the lost art of fortune telling as well as the fine arts of spell casting and potion mixing. With Morticia, Grandmamá, and the children gone, even old Uncle Fester had become bored and restless. One day he had simply wondered off, in search, so he said, of the 'meaning of life'. Gomez had other relatives, of course, but they were few now and widely scattered across the globe. Most of the Addams clan lived very far away and, of course, all had their own lives, their own worries, their own problems. Even the perpetual bachelor Cousin Itt had married and now was busy with his growing family. He had little time for Gomez. The patriarch of the western branch of the Addams clan, Gomez tried to be understanding. He knew what it was like to have a wife and a family to look after. Well… he used to know. Turning toward the rear windows of the tower Gomez spun his telescope around on its tripod and peered through the lens across the vast expanse of green lawn. Since Morticia had been away Gomez found it nearly impossible to control the growth of the lush grass in the back yard, so thick now it was literally choking out the lovely thistles, thorns and crabgrass. Even the gnarled and twisted limbs of the ancient trees scattered about their property, trees which until recently had seemed completely devoid of life, were now determined somehow to revive. Even the deadest trees were proudly sprouting bright new yellow-green leaves. _Had the world gone completely mad?_ Gomez could hardly bear to look at them. Across the back of the property was the ancient cemetery. It abutted the property all the way to the swamp. Beneath the canopy of live oak trees, some of which dated back to the turn of the century in which the mansion had been built, the carpet of grass had grown so tall that in places it totally obscured the moss covered grave stones. In happier days, the old cemetery had been a source of great joy for he and his family. When he and Morticia had returned from their honeymoon they had spent their first night in that very cemetery. What a beautiful Halloween that had been. Though the spirits of the dead all arise to walk the earth on All Hallows Eve, they had all made themselves discreetly absent while he and his lovely young bride made love on the ground beneath the leafless trees. Could it really have been twenty-three years ago? It seemed only yesterday. There among the broken headstones which decorated the graves of his dearly departed relatives the happy couple spent the entire night making love, the incredibly romantic scene lit by black wax candles and a huge harvest moon which gazed down at them from just over the treetops. He and his beloved Morticia were so young then, so very much in love. How beautiful his bride had been dressed in a gown of sheer black lace. Was it any wonder that they would choose to live here in his ancestral home and subsequently raise their children in this idyllic spot, in close proximity to the cemetery where so many of his family members already resided. And how many happy hours had his growing children spent within the graveyard's high walled confines, playing hide and boo, digging up their ancestors, or burying their playmates? Like her husband, Morticia adored living in Green Briar. The climate in this part of the country, so near the Northern Pacific coast, was very nearly perfect. Most days the weather was blissfully cool and the skies gray and cloudy. Tucked snuggly between the sea and the mountains it rained nearly every afternoon, and even on those rare occasions when the rain did not fall gloomy gray skies usually held the promise of rain. Morticia's favorite weather brought thunderstorms, Gomez enjoyed them too but what he loved most of all were those rare and special days when a thick blanket of fog enshrouded the mansion, the swamp and the neighboring cemetery. In his imagination their home was a ghost ship adrift in a sea of clouds, the trees were tiny islands and the tombstones were the jagged peaks of coral reefs on which their vessel was about to be smashed to bits. It was all so very romantic. Unfortunately today, as Gomez stood alone in the belvedere, the midsummer sun had managed to break through the gloom and was now shining brightly in an azure sky. Even the Gothic graveyard with its ancient gnarled and twisted trees and broken headstones appeared bright, almost cheerful today. Gomez had never been so depressed. Twisting the telescope on its tripod he aimed it down toward the ghastly scene. He could only gasp in horror when he saw the abundance of rose blossoms, each petal as red as blood. They covered the gnarled rosebushes. What a pity _!_ The blight of flowers almost completely obscured his view of the lovely thorns. Thorns that Morticia loved so dearly that she had taken cuttings from the rosebushes to plant in her own garden during the early years of their marriage. When Gomez could look upon the cheerful sunlit scene no longer he swung the telescope and shifted his attention farther to the right. Peering down into the eyepiece he readied himself for a magnificent close-up view of the swamp. To his dismay, however, the view through the lens seemed fuzzy, out of focus. He could barely make out the detail of the bog's beautiful scummy green surface. When he tried to adjust the focus the telescope he realized what he was actually seeing was a thick cloud of insects hovering just above the algae. That realization brought with it a sudden pang of longing. Oh, how he yearned to be down there, standing naked, knee deep in that stinking, clinging muck while he relished the insects' stinging bites. Gomez sighed deeply. As tempting as it was he knew he would not go. Even that enormous pleasure would not be the same without his beloved _Cada Mia_ to share it with him. Forsaking his telescope Gomez was considering abandoning the tower to the inclement sunshine when, through the grimy rear window, something below happened to capture his attention. He glanced down into his wife's beloved garden. To his horror her garden, too, was a riot of color from the abundant flower blossoms. Blossoms that threatened to overtake the carefully cultured plot. He shook his head. In his misery he had been very neglectful of his Morticia's lovely garden. The familiar 'whoop-whoop-whoop' resounded through the mansion alerting Gomez to the arrival of the daily mail. Thing would retrieve it. He always did. If there was anything of importance his butler Lurch would inform him _._ _But no!_ Gomez had all but forgotten, the butler too was away. When last Gomez had heard Lurch was sailing solo toward South America and a well deserved vacation on Devil's Island. He had been gone now for months. _Bless Lurch's Herophilian heart,_ thought Gomez. Even the family's ever loyal butler had, in the end, been unable to abide Gomez and his broken heart. A moment later the lid lifted on the trapdoor with a creak, and a decidedly masculine hand appeared clutching a small stack of envelopes. Gomez sighed … again … and tried to smile. At least his faithful old childhood friend Thing had not deserted him in his time of heartbreak. Though not much for conversation, the disembodied hand as well as its lovely wife Lady Fingers had been a great comfort to Gomez during this time of suffering. "Thank you, Thing," Gomez said. "I'll read those downstairs in the parlor in a few minutes." Obligingly the hand withdrew beneath the trapdoor taking with it the stack of correspondence. The warmth and bright sunshine finally convinced Gomez to abandon the tower for the remainder of the day and return to the cool darkness that awaited him below. Downstairs in the parlor he could sit in his upholstered leather chair and peruse whatever the daily post had brought. Perhaps there was a letter from Washington in that stack. It had been days since Morticia had written. He could almost smell her perfume on the envelope now. The very thought of her scent aroused his Castilian lust. She had been away so long his passionate blood burned for the smell, the touch, and the taste of her milky white skin. If there was a letter was from her in the mail he would hold the envelope to his nostrils, inhale deeply and imagine she was there in the room with him and perhaps relieve his frustrations by splashing his seed across the living room rug… but, alas, his fist and his imagination was a poor substitute for the genuine flesh and blood of his beautiful Morticia. Besides Bruno's once silky white fur was becoming awfully sticky lately. He hoped for a letter from Morticia. There could be an letter from his daughter Wednesday. Or there might be an exotic Congo stamp affixed to an epistle from Pugsley. Gomez and Morticia were so proud of their son, the witchdoctor. Even a postcard scrawled with Lurch's all but illegible hieroglyphs would be welcome today, even though Wednesday was the only soul in the family who could decipher his scrawl. Gomez sighed yet again. Best not to get his hopes up. If nothing else, there might possibly be a bill… maybe two. Bills, especially past due and threatening ones, had been known to cheer Gomez when he had the blues. And today Gomez Addams definitely had the blues. Gomez slowly made his way down the winding staircase. With each step the rusty iron stairs creaked familiarly under his weight. Perhaps, he thought, if today's mail was a disappointment he might just sit in the parlor and check on the value of his stock holdings. Every day his ticker tape machine still spit out mile upon mile of stock market gains and losses on demand for his viewing pleasure. However even his stock investments had been a great disappointment as of late. The stock market might be volatile but, no matter what he did, the values of his stock holdings kept going up and up. As he continued his descent Gomez consoled himself with the thought that perhaps today there would be some bad news for a change. He was due for some. The taxes on his earnings were draining his bank account. Sometimes it seemed that he could not give his money away _!!_ The third floor attic was lit by the sunshine filtering through the dusty windows. Dust motes caught the light as they slowly drifted in the warm, moist air. With the exception of the butler's room and a small, but pleasantly gloomy guest room, the entire upper floor of the mansion was filled to overflowing with a variety of moth-eaten antiques and family memorabilia, most of which had been displaced over the years from the overcrowded rooms on lower floors. To Gomez this attic was a treasure-trove. How many lovely stormy afternoons had he and Morticia spent rummaging through these precious Addams family heirlooms? Moving to the main staircase, Gomez continued down to the second floor. The first door he passed was Pugsley's bedroom. Or at least the room that had been Pugsley's when the boy still resided within these walls. Deserted now, the room was still filled with all of the accoutrements so necessary to the happiness of a growing boy. Dynamite caps and _DANGER_ signs. Gomez glanced at the faded paintings of baby vultures still painted on the bedroom door and shook his head. He remembered when his bride Morticia, then heavy with child had painted those lovely, graceful birds on the ancient wood. She was always the artistic one. The next room he passed had been his daughter Wednesday's. Inside a maze of spider webs stretched across much of the areas where his young children once played. Gomez paused to gaze inside. A thick layer of dust and a latticework of spider silk festooned even the electric chair in the far corner where Wednesday had so often attempted to execute her older brother. For a moment Gomez immersed himself in those fond memories. In spite of himself, Gomez almost smiled. Almost. Wednesday's pet spiders had certainly been busy since she had been away, he mused. The most artistically spun webs had been created by the descendants of Homer. Wednesday's very first Black Widow. Their butler Lurch had given Wednesday the venomous spider as a pet when the girl was only six. Homer, too, was now no more than a fond memory, though her descendants still thrived. As beautiful as the lacy webs appeared, today even these homey sights could not cheer Gomez. In fact, their beauty only added to his melancholy. Shaking his head, Gomez continued down the corridor. He paused for a moment as he passed the open door to the master bedroom. Puzzled, he frowned. He'd shut that door, hadn't he? He had vowed never to enter that room again until his beloved Morticia returned to him. Stepping into the open doorway he gazed inside. He and his bride had shared this room for throughout the years of their long and happy marriage. _'It had been a happy marriage, hadn't it?'_ The room lay in darkness now, its wooden shutters bolted tight against the intrusive sunlight. Dark, gloomy and inviting. The still air held that faintly musty smell they both so adored. Gomez remembered in vivid detail every single night he and his 'Tish' had spent together in this room. Long, wonderful nights when his _Cara Mia_ lay sleeping by his side. With very few exceptions, every night since they returned from their honeymoon in Death Valley had been spent together in that room. On that enormous bed with its lovely mattress as hard as concrete. Nearly every night of their marriage they had made love on that bed, often filling the night with the chorus of groans from the bed's wooden frame, its ancient springs squeaking in time to the rhythm of their movements, their panting breath, the guttural sounds of their growling and snarling as they nibbled and bit and scratched at one another. Some nights they went at it several times before the dawn brought an end to their frolicking and sex play. Each object, each corner of the room held fond memories. Over the years, he and Morticia had made love on every square inch of that room. On the bed. Under the bed. On the rug on the floor. On the bedside chair. On the bedside table. On the dresser. On the window ledge. On the trunk at the foot of the bed. In the trunk at the foot of the bed. In the wardrobe. Under the wardrobe. On top of the wardrobe. Suspended upside-down from the rod in the closet. Thinking about all of that sexual activity reminded Gomez of their honeymoon. That was certainly a week he would never forget. After their nuptials the happy couple had piled into the roadster and Lurch chauffeured them to Death Valley where they spent a blissful week of love in a dank, bat-filled cave. On his wedding night, as Gomez waited alone in the dark, his beautiful bride had come to him, shyly, her bright eyes downcast. Wearing the traditional sheer black lace nightgown, in her delicate hand she carried a single black candle. How timid, how frightened and uncertain she had seemed. Within the cave a dank breeze tossed her glossy black hair around her narrow shoulders as the candle flame flickered. She had been a maiden when they married, untouched. And he, Gomez had been a man of the world. To his great shame he had been a beast that night, he would be the first to admit it. But it had taken years for him to find the right woman. The instant he laid eyes on her he had known. He had awaited this night for so very long and his prize was his at last. He could contain his passion for her no longer. In his haste to possess her, he had torn away the sheer fabric of her gown. How breathtaking his bride had been. Her deathly-pale skin shown a ghostly white in the glow of the flickering candlelight. Capping each of her small breasts her nipples were as red as her blood-red lips. Her belly flat and smooth and between her slender legs shimmering black hair concealed her virgin womanhood. How naïve she had been. Unlike Gomez who had courted many more worldly women in his youth, Morticia had had no previous experience in the ways of love, yet, she had been ready, even eager, to learn. As the candle burned low, their oldest child Pugsley had been conceived that very first night, lying on the cold hard floor of the cave as the bats fluttered about overhead. Sadly, thinking about that night only served to remind Gomez just how long it had been since he had even seen his beautiful wife, let alone touched her. With their hot Castilian blood, Addams men were ill equipped to live a celibate life. Dejectedly Gomez closed the bedroom door this time making certain this time that the latch caught. If he had to, next time he would nail it shut _!_ He could no longer bear the sight of that room … or that bed. The huge, rock-hard mattress was just too inviting. His back ached from sleeping, night after night, on the soft sofa in the parlor. But he simply could not force himself to sleep in that bed … not alone, not without his _Cara Mia_. Almost since the day they wed that had always been _their_ bed. Though his heart was shattered at the very least Gomez did take some small comfort in his physical pain. Halfway down the mansion's central staircase Gomez nearly slipped and tumbled down the remaining stairs when he stepped into a massive hairball which Kitty Kat had so thoughtfully left behind. _Bless his leonine heart,_ Gomez thought. _Even in his declining years, Kitty is thinking of me and, in my loneliness, is leaving me little gifts. I will have to make sure to put a little something special in his dinner bowl tonight. Perhaps some of that leftover fungus marinated Yak flank steak… oh, yes, and I must make a point of cleaning out his litter box this afternoon! The not so subtle fragrance of ammonia is beginning to permeate the entire structure._ After scraping the sole of his shoe on the edge of the tread, Gomez continued down to the main floor. There he wandered through each adjoining room, gazing forlornly at the scattered remnants of his once happy life. He listened to the deafening silence. The only sound, the ticking of the clock in the parlor and the melancholy echo of his own footsteps on the hardwood floors. In the dining room Gomez paused. Their daughter had been conceived a mere fifteen months after their son Pugsley's birth. Unlike her brother, Wednesday had been conceived here within the Addams' house. She had, in fact, been conceived right here on this dining room table. Gomez smiled at the memory of the mad, all consuming impulse that had driven him to leap from his chair just as the first course of the meal was about to be served, clear the dinner table with one swipe of his forearm and, pulling is wife into his arms, he tore open her gown and lay her exquisite milky white body down upon the oak table's well-worn finish. Then, after hastily tearing away his own clothing, he had ravished her then and there. It had been her own fault, the little vixen _!_ What a mad, impetuous woman _!_ They had been married for several years at that point and she very well knew what effect French had on him, yet recklessly, she had uttered those words all the same. _"Bon appétit."_ Little Pugsley's high chair stood beside the massive table. But as a toddler, the boy had been much too young to eat Mamá Addams' special dragon's blood _olla podrida,_ and, since Uncle Fester was allergic to its exotic spices, Fester and the toddler had spent that particular evening in the back yard tree house, climbing, playing games, and eating salamander sandwiches instead. Pugsley's Grandmamá, on the other hand, had been less than thrilled upon seeing the steaming caldron of dragon's blood stew – an old Addams family delicacy which takes several days to prepare properly - sailing across the room. Yes, Gomez's poor old white-haired Mama could only gape in incomprehension as her spicy _olla podrida_ was spoiled and her priceless heirloom dishes and glassware crashed and shattered onto the hardwood floor at their feet. Lost in his memories Gomez laid a hand on the table's cool oak surface. Like a faithful old family retainer, the massive old table had held up well under the pounding he had given it (and his wife) that evening so long ago, though as he recalled it the table had creaked loudly in protest with each thrust. He had continued to pound into her until, sweating profusely, he began to find it difficult to maintain his grasp on her. Through a haze of lust he had gazed down upon his naked bride in the center of the table, her raven-black hair spread all around her like a fan. A melodic symphony of sounds engulfed the room. The rhythmic resounding slapping of flesh on flesh each time his hips made solid contact with her small but shapely ass. And then, at long last, he had cried out in supreme triumph at the moment of ejaculation as he filled his bride with his semen. At last his thrusting ground to a halt, his lust satiated at last, if only for the moment. Gasping for air, Gomez stood for the longest time and gazed in awe upon his bride as she lay spread out on the table before him. A veritable feast for the eyes. Her long, lean body. Beneath her ashen skin, aglow now after multiple orgasms, taut abdominal muscles quivered. Her long legs spread wide for him, wrapped round his waist, her loins still impaled upon his rapidly softening phallus. Had he not already been winded, his breath would have been taken away by this exquisite creature. He could barely comprehend that this woman belonged to him. His bride. His woman. His wife. The mother of his son. His heart swelled with love. On impulse he had gathered her body up into his arms and smothered her with kisses. He kissed her full red lips, her half-closed eyelids, her forehead. When she threw back her head in invitation he kissed and nibbled on her exquisite white throat. He kissed every inch of her exposed flesh within reach of his lips. In between kisses he tried as best he could, though words seemed woefully inadequate at such a poignant occasion, to express the immeasurable depth of his passion, his complete and utter devotion, as well as his unspeakable good fortune that he alone, of all men, should have won the heart of such a prize as she. What a woman _!_ Finally, with great reluctance he had released his bride, returning her elegant form to the tabletop and slowly withdrawing his now flaccid penis. She lay there but a moment longer, her long elegant legs still splayed as her husband's abundant seed oozed from her loins, anointing the tabletop beneath her shapely derriere. Then Gomez, grinning broadly and exceedingly pleased with himself at his own sexual prowess, set about the daunting task of retrieving his clothing scattered among the shards of broken glass and china. He redressed himself at a leisurely pace, even while continuing to admire his lovely wife's grace and beauty. After taking but a moment to collect herself Morticia rose and, with the utmost poise, removed herself from the tabletop. Her black gown was shredded down the front exposing her heaving breasts and dripping womanhood. She smiled serenely and without a hint of modesty, announced to Mamá and their wide-eyed dinner guests that she would be serving the main course of the repast forthwith. _What a woman!_ Morticia had outdone herself on the gastronomic delights that evening. As Gomez recalled the main course had consisted of brazed hummingbird tongues served on a bed of wilted deadly nightshade leaves and garnished with fresh wolf's bane sprigs. Following the entrée Morticia had served a very special dessert. A little something she had prepared beforehand. The culmination to the scrumptious meal had consisted of colorful individual parfaits fashioned of succulent early-season pond scum, sweetened with red, ripe belladonna berries and adorned with tiny multicolored toadstools. An old Frump family recipe masterfully adapted for the season by her own very talented hands. A ravenous Gomez had found the meal and the dessert nearly as delectable as he had his bride just moments before. It seemed most unfortunate however, that, for some reason which he could not immediately fathom, their dinner guests had been strangely withdrawn during the subsequent dinner courses and throughout the remainder of the evening. Their eyes downcast, they had barely touched their food. It broke his gallant heart to see all of his wife's culinary efforts go utterly unappreciated. His mind on other things, by the time Gomez realized his _faux pas_ , it was far too late to alter his abhorrent behavior or to make amends to their stunned dinner guests. Later, in hindsight, he could only chastise himself for his total lack of self-control. Upon further reflection it should have been glaringly obvious to anyone with eyes that their dining companions had been less than pleased to have missed out on the spicy stew. After all, Mamá's special dragon's blood _olla podrida_ was (and still _is_ ) renowned throughout the known world _!_ \---------- As if in a daze Gomez glanced up from the table top. The silence in the empty house was palpable. In a darkened corner of the dining room Morticia's favorite houseplant moped dejectedly. Though Gomez had been vigilant to take special care to feed and water all of the plants, Cleopatra seemed to have lost a most of her usual luster and energy in Morticia's absence. In the past few days she had even refused to eat. Not even giraffe burgers, her favorite, could tempt her. He would have to make a point of moving her into the conservatory later, Gomez decided. Tonight was the first night of the full moon. Direct moonlight would do her good. "You miss her too, don't you, Cleopatra?" he asked the houseplant. The heartbroken African Strangler just lay there. It did not respond to his words. His palm still on the cool oak tabletop, Gomez gazed around the rest of the room. Over twenty years had passed since that eventful dinner and yet the dining room's ancient wallpaper still bore the unmistakable blue-green stain of dragon's blood. He had been so young and impulsive in those early days. With time, Morticia had become adept at, if not taming, at least reining in her husband's very passionate nature. Gomez stepped to the doorway and gazed out into the conservatory focusing on nothing in particular. Here too, hazy sunlight filtered in through the filthy panes of glass. A stray thought ran through his mind. _Why is it,_ Gomez wondered, _that a quiet house should be a source of such melancholy?_ Was it possible that the grand old house itself was the source of these darkest of dark emotions? Did the house … did its ancient timbers and cracked plaster walls miss the children, the family, the love, the music, the laughter and other sounds of life that once inhabited its nearly uninhabited shell. As another wave of melancholy swept over him Gomez released another exaggerated, heart-broken sigh. Oh, if only the U.S. Representative from their home district had not been killed last spring, struck dead when a lamp post fell on him during the Easter parade downtown. If not for the congressman's misfortune it was possible his _Querida_ would not have gotten the notion into her pretty little head to become involved in politics. **'Morticia Addams for Congress** ' The signs had sprung up like toadstool, first in their own neighborhood, then in front yards and along the highways across half the state. At the time, Gomez had not been overly concerned with Morticia's new hobby. Even when she began wearing bizarre clothing such as high heeled shoes and tweed pant suits, Gomez was behind his wife one hundred and fifty percent. _It's a phase,_ he thought at the time _. Just a phase. Besides,_ he mused, _it will do her good to become involved in something new._ She had not been her usual happy self since the children left home. She'd lost interest in all of her former hobbies, painting, fencing, dancing… All of them. He reasoned that what his wife needed to find a new purpose in her life. It never occurred to him for a moment that she might actually get elected _!_ After all, he himself had worked tirelessly for her campaign and that in itself should have been sufficient to insure its utter failure. But autumn had come, and with it came the scandal. (You might have read about it at the time. It was all over the national news. On television, in the papers. Something about her opponent and some abnormal sexual fetishes, or so the papers had said.) Morticia had been elected to the office by a landslide. Still, even as she had packed for her trip to Washington DC, ever optimistic Gomez had remained convinced that, when the time arrived, his beloved wife would be unable to depart. She would not leave him. And then, even as she climbed into the back seat of their car and Lurch chauffeured her down the driveway and out onto the street, Gomez knew Morticia would be unable to stay away from him for long. Since the night they wed, they had never been apart for more than a few days at a time. Understandably the children were no longer here, but surely she would miss her home, miss her garden. After a marriage of over twenty years, surely she would miss her _Querido!_ But no, alas, it was not to be. Though she might appear delicate his Morticia was a formidable and strong-willed woman. She had been duly elected, she declared, and she was determined do her duty. She would, she added, go to Washington and represent her constituents to the very best of her ability _!_ Gomez was devastated. Throughout the long, cold winter he had continued to console himself with the knowledge that Morticia would be returning to him soon. _Any day now!_ Day after day he held onto a thin thread of hope that, with the coming spring, the warm and sunny weather on the east coast would convince his wife to return home to him. He was certain that as strong-willed as she was, she would not be able to abide the sunshine and those hideous cherry blossoms that blighted Washington's lovely cherry trees each and every spring _!_ In the end, his hopes had been dashed. Even the fates, it seemed, had conspired against Gomez Alonzo Addams, for in the spring a tropical hurricane had spun up the east coast and hit the nation's capital full force. In its zeal the storm had scoured every last flower bud, as well as most of the leaves, from the cherry trees all along the Potomac River. In the storm's aftermath the weather there had remained particularly cold, gray and rainy. Just the type of weather he and Morticia had always so enjoyed. " _Cara Mia,"_ he exclaimed over the telephone just days before. "I shall pack a bag and leave today. If I catch an east-bound passenger train this afternoon can be in Washington with you in mere days." Had it been a figment of his imagination or had there been a long, awkward pause before Morticia replied? "I would love to have you here with me, my pet. But I am so busy right now. There are meetings and committees. You have no idea. I fear I would have no time at all for you. And you would be utterly miserable here in Washington while I'm at work. Even with all of this lovely rain this city is such a dreadfully bright and cheerful place just beneath the gloom. And besides," she added, "with the children gone and everyone else away, there would be no one there to look after our house or to tend my garden. What would become of my Cleopatra? Who would feed Kitty?" Reluctantly Gomez grasped the truth in her words. And no doubt he would be miserable in Washington, but, alas, he was miserable in the mansion as well _!_ If he was going to be miserable he might as well do it in the comfort of his own home. \------------------ Bypassing the parlor and whatever mail the postman might have brought, Gomez headed instead for his study. There he would set up and play with his model trains. Who knew, maybe a truly remarkable explosion would help to bring back his usual congenial mood. The kind of explosion that caused the walls to shake, the plaster fall, and the bats in the attic to scream and fly away in panic. As he entered the study Gomez consoled himself with one thought. As much as he missed his beloved _Cara Mia,_ at least their time apart had not been a complete waste. During this long interval of separation he had made one monumental discovery. It was something that had never occurred to him until now. In his solitude Gomez Addams had discovered that misery is not nearly so pleasant a thing when one must endure it alone. The End _Due to circumstances beyond my control there will be no further installments to this story._ _Maybe it's time for something entirely different. Thanks for stopping by..._

Men!!!! They were so annoying! Angela fumed as she stomped towards the Tube Station. Angela had wanted to go home early and snuggle with Adam, and what did he want? To stay a little longer with his mates in the Pub. She had enough after a while, all they talked about was football, and she got so bored. Adam did not even look up from his pint of Guinness when Angela put on her coat. He was too engrossed in how his team had lost 5-nil the previous Saturday. He must have realised she had gone, as when she slammed the door the Pub went silent. However, looking back, she could not see him coming after her. Sod him then she thought, she was going home, she never wanted to come to Central London to see his mates anyway., she had known she would get bored. Her footsteps echoed on the pavement, as she made her way to the Tube, the street was eerily quiet. She entered the station, listening for Adam’s footfall as she fumbled in her bag for the ticket. She did not however, hear them. She sighed and inserted the ticket in to the slot, which swallowed it and spat it out at the other end. She grabbed it, sliding through the barrier before it closed behind her. It was only 11:30pm, but the station was deserted as she made her way to the escalators, not even any Underground cleaners or staff around. As the escalators swallowed her deeper into the ground, she looked at all the poster and pondered where she would rather be. Iceland looked nice, maybe there. Reaching the bottom, she stepped off and followed the signs to her platform. After a wait of about 10 minutes (5 London Underground ones) a train pulled in, but it was not going to her station, so she let it go. She could have got it and changed when it terminated, but wanted one all the way, so waited for the next one which was due 2 minutes later. The train pulled up and the doors opened, she got into the carriage and sat down in the nearest seat. There were not many people on the train, a couple of old ladies chatting, a girl & her boyfriend sitting making goggley eyes at each other and a youngish guy on his own. It was the guy who caught her eye, she did not normally people watch on the Tube, but found herself doing so with this guy. He had jet-black long hair, hanging loosely around his shoulder, and clothes, which, while looking very Victorian, would not have looked out of place in a Goth club She guessed that he was maybe an actor returning from a film set, wanting to get home, so having no time to change. He noticed her looking at him, and smiled. Oddly she felt a stirring in her loins at his smile. She blushed, and mouthed hi to him… He pointed to the seat next to her, asking if he could come and sit by her. She thought, why not, and nodded. He came and sat next to her and they started to talk. He said that his name was Cain Adamson, and that he had not been in England for long. She looked into his eyes, and felt she could tell him anything. She told him about what had happened with Adam, and he said that he thought she was better without him and that in his country a lady would never be treated in such a way. She heard the doors slide open and realised that the train was in a Station. Everyone else in the carriage seemed to be getting off. Cain asked where she was going to, when she told him that hers was the last stop, he said that was where he was going as well. They chatted about lots of things, as the train went through various stations. She found him to be a very intelligent guy, unlike Adam, who only talked about football and pop. After a while she was resting her head on his chest, she found it strange that she could hear no heart beat from his chest, although it must have been her imagination.. He stroked her hair, which she found very sensual and a big turn on. She looked up at him, and they kissed, his tongue questing into her mouth. She was a little disappointed when the train stopped at their station and they had to get off. She wanted him, she was not usually eager to have sex with a guy the first time, but she did now. She was disappointed when he said that he had to go in the opposite direction from her. She walked towards the alley that she had to go down to get to her street. She had just entered the alley when she heard footsteps behind her. Looking round, she saw Cain coming behind her. She stopped and waited as he came to her, his cape swaying in the slight breeze that had suddenly came up from somewhere. He put his arms around her, pulling her close, and kissed her full on the lips, his tongue forcing her lips apart as he thrust it into her mouth. His cold hands grasped her breasts, cupping them and massaging them. She was getting wet and excited, needing more. Grabbing one of one of his ice- cold hands, she put it between her legs, and he massaged her dampening pussy… His moved his mouth down to her neck licking and kissing it. His fingers were pushing into her and she moved on them, feeling so hot for him. His tongue made its way to the top of her breasts, licking and sucking as she became more aroused. He was licking and sucking at her breast as she was on the verge of having a massive orgasm. As she came onto his hand, she felt a sharp pain in her breast, which made her scream with both pain and pleasure at the same time. Cain looked up at her, smiling, the blood dripping from his fangs, as she said that she needed his vampire cock inside her, she wanted more than just his bite, and she wanted his body as well. She heard a banging in her head, her eyes snapped open and she found that she was sitting the pub toilet, and someone was banging on the door. It took a couple of minutes to get her brain around it, the encounter on the Underground must have been a dream. She must be tired. She shouted that she was coming, and opened the door to her friend Shelley. Shelley asked how she had cut herself, and looking down, she saw what looked like two puncture marks on her breast. An insect had obviously bitten her, and that was what had made her have the waking dream. She followed Shelley back to the bar, where the guys were still talking football. As she looked across the room, she saw a dark haired guy smile at her, putting her hand up to touch the marks on her breast, she thought that he looked familiar, but was unsure why. As he looked at her the marks seemed to throb, but she thought she must have been imagining it. After all they were only insect bites As she sat next to Adam, she heard a strange throbbing in her ears almost like blood pulsing through veins .She also felt a little queasy, and hungry at the same time. She asked Adam if they could go, as she was not feeling too good. He reluctantly agreed, saying good night to his friends, they left the Pub. Angela thought she saw the dark haired guy follow them, but when she looked around he was no-where to be seen. As they walked along the road to the station, the throbbing in her ears became louder, and the hunger grew. She could heard Cain’s voice in her head telling her to feed, but was unsure what he meant. He told her to feed as he had fed on her, then she would be with him. Adam, looked at her, and pulling her close went to kiss her, then she realised what the need in her was. She nuzzled her head against Adam’s neck and sank her fangs deep into his neck, sucking and lapping at the blood flooding into her mouth. It tasted so good, Adam had screamed first, but as his blood drained, he no longer moved. Cain was next to her now, wanting his share, she pushed Adam towards him, letting him finish off, then throwing Adam’s lifeless body to the floor Angela and Cain walked off to the Station, to find a quiet corner, where they could hide and satisfy their lust for each others bodies.

Are you ready for a party? Are you ready for some fun? Would you like to rub elbows with some hot women and men who have as much as a libido as you do? Well, sign up to attend the biggest bash of the year. I'm hoping to collect thousands of attendees to make this the biggest and best party of the sexes ever, bigger than the swingers' party they hold in Vegas. It's been a long, but gratifying year of writing stories. I've never written so many stories in such a short time. As a reward to all those who have read, voted, and commented on my stories, I decided to throw a big bash, a wild party, and a continual celebration where you can rub elbows with all the characters in my stories. This is your chance to meet those characters who appeared in my stories up close and personal. Moreover, anything goes. If you find a consenting woman or man, go for it. If you find a nonconsenting/reluctant woman or man go for it because I have invited all the characters from seventy of my two hundred and fifty stories to celebrate the first year of my participation in Literotica and you are invited, too. So, come one! Come all! Bring your grandmother, your grandfather, your mother, your father, your sister, your brother, your aunts, your uncles, your cousins, and bring your friends. Everyone is invited; only make sure you RSVP so that I know how much booze to buy. There is an open bar filled with your favorite beverage, beer, wine, water, soda, coffee and tea. Don't fill up on the appetizers of crab cakes and Alaskan king crab legs because there is an all you can eat buffet with lobster, filet mignon, and garlic mashed potatoes. For those of you who are vegetarians or vegans, I have plenty of food for you, too. Do you like Chinese stir fry with plenty of veggies without all the meat? Let me tell you, the way that Chef Wan makes it, it is delicious. Champagne is served from an eternal flowing fountain. I hope you like cherries because for desert, there are sumptuous mounds of cherries jubilee. For those who love chocolate, I have black forest cake slathered in rich dark chocolate. If you don't like what's on the menu, have whatever you want. Just grab a waitress, put in your order, and we'll make it special for you. Don't give the cost another thought. It's on me. Everyone is invited to my big bash, especially you, and, yes, even you. Afraid of flying? Don't have the time to drive? Do you have a conflicting schedule? Don't worry about it. The big bash is conveniently located in your home and is available whenever you want to participate in it. Of course, unfortunately, your attendance is limited to only reading about it, but I assure you that it will be well worth the investment of your time to imagine you are here with all who are in attendance. I wanted to give back something now that I have completed my first year writing stories at Literotica. I've had a ball and am continuing to have the time of my life by writing stories. Last year, I was just testing the waters. I only wrote 195 stories. This year, I plan on writing 500. I'd like to thank Literotica for making a free site like this available to amateur writers, such as myself. Thank you, Literotica. Now, this big bash wasn't my idea, no, not at all. It was the idea of my characters, yep, they all rattled around in my head wanting me to give them a party. They are such horny party animals. They are handling all the details, including the guest list, which is quite large. Since they are the people in my stories, they all wanted to meet one another, have a few drinks, have some laughs, and share their stories. Who knows, maybe, they might turn this big bash into an outrageous orgy. I have a funny feeling that this big bash is going to be an excuse for them to have sex with one another. So, if you are like me and like reading about sex, then come along with us because I saved the most comfortable seat for you. Nonetheless, even though it wasn't my idea, I thought the big bash was a good idea and, besides, the bash wouldn't cost me anything. I just have to take the time to write it. Oh, don't get me wrong. There is absolutely no charge to you. It's free. All of it is free, the booze, the food, and who knows, you may even get lucky. Go ahead, look around the room. Do you see anyone who you'd like to get to know a little better? C'mon, don't be shy. The guest list below is comprised of 93 women and 57 men for a total of 150 guests. There are two gay men, four lesbian women, one transsexual, one cross- dresser, a dozen bi-sexual women with another dozen bi-curious women, two bi- sexual men, fifty-one heterosexual men, and sixty-five heterosexual women attending Bostonfictionwriter's Big Bash. And that's not counting you. Aileen from Aileen. Doris, my mother-in-law, from Escalator Stripped My Mother-in-law Naked, Mother-in-laws Accidental Nudity, and Flashing Mother-in-law. Ruth, Doris's transsexual brother from Baby Ruth Cynthia married to my father from Bitch Witch Hitch Stitch Vicky from Can I Watch? Preston Rogers from Cancer Cure Bo Derek, Linda Carter, Farah Fawcett, Cheryl Ladd, Candace Bergman, Loni Anderson, and Shelley Long from Celebrity Ball and from Midnight Celebrities. Patricia and Dave from Coveting My Neighbor's Wife. Sheila Farnsworthy from Crude Oil Revenge. Maureen from Dad Voyeurs Daughter's Sexy Friend. Stuart from Do You Know a Cross-dresser. Emma Charles and Ashleigh from Emma. Katherine from Eternal Love. Tina from Exhibitionistic Man Meets Voyeuristic Woman. Ruthie and Jana from Girls Fight Club. Angelica from Has This Ever Happened To You? Al and Julie from He Was A Real Closet Fan. Gary and Judy from Home Alone For The Holidays Again. Ashleigh from How To Voyeur Women. Audrey from Humper-Sex-X Sleep System. Anna and Lana from Indecent Proposal. IRS Agent Edna Bitterly from IRS Audit. Jack from Jack Was Having A Bad Day. Jason, his mother Sue, his sister Chris, and his cousin Ellen from Jason's Journals. Clarence and Priscilla Pine from Kinky Love. Jessica, Trish, Bob, Shirley, and Grandma from Looking Through Your monitor. June and Larry from Loving Men To Make Ends Meet. Betty and Davis from Beautiful Betty. Linda, Debbie, Phil, and Julie from Married Too Long. Sheila from My Girlfriend Is A Dog. Samantha from Sex With My Sister-in-law Samantha. Angela from My Sister-in-law Angela's Big Tits. Nellie Belle from Nellie Belle. Vinnie, Domenic, and Anthony from Night Vision. Todd and Veronica from Odd Todd. Jimmy and Julie from Omen. David and Julie from Once Upon A Time... Joey and Vito from Online News. Dr. Justice and Stephen from Paid Volunteer Wanted. Jason and Brian from Panty Bandit. Norman and Cynthia from Panty Man. Sandra Bullock, Cameron Diaz, Madonna, Geena Davis, Susan Sarandon, Tim Robbins, Cher, Jamie Lee Curtis, Kelly Preston, John Travolta, Katie Coric, Julie Chen, and Meredith Vieira from Paparazzi. David and Trish from Phantom of Literotica. Cindy, Tony, Jimmy, and Irene from Playing Preying Predators. Angelo from Pocket Tits. Joe, Steve, George, and Priscilla from Priscilla. Gary, Steve, and Julie from Prudish Wife Was The Blowjob Queen. Gabriella, Victoria, and Wade from Psychic Powers of Dr. Freddie. Elizabeth from Sanely Insane. Amanda from School Crossing Guard. Susan from Short On Money, But Not On Love. Elizabeth and Stephen from Son's Incestuous Scheme. Susan from Susan. Gina from Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. Linda from Psychiatrist. Laura, Joe, Bob, Sue, Chad, Crystal, Tiffany, and Giorgio from The Swingers' Dance. Sue from The Widow. Brenda, Peter, and Dr. Nolan from There Is Someone For Everyone. Gino from They Got Away With It. Thomas, Maureen, Irene, and Kathleen from Thomas. Jason from Town Nude Day. Gary, Joey, Billy, and Arthur from Umbrella. Sheila, Mandy, Gina, Angela, Jack, and Brian from Upskirt, Sitting Uppie, Downblouse. Cheryl from Valentine's Gift of Sex. Walter and Edna from Villain of Black Valentine's Day. Brenda from Voyeurism and Exhibitionism. Mary and John from What If The Roles Were Reversed. Michael, Gabriella, and Ralphie from With Help From Michael O'Leary. Myra from X-Men, Angles, Devils Or Aliens? So, sit back and enjoy yourself. Most of the characters wanted to attend. There were, of course, a few reluctant characters, who didn't want to be part of this group. I had to coerce Betty and Davis of Beautiful Betty and twist the arms of Jana and Ruthie of Girls Fight Club. Who knows, we may even see a good catfight. I just need for you to RSVP below with your vote and your comment telling me how many you are taking with you to Bostonfictionwriter's Big Bash. _To be continued..._

(Let me preface this rant by stating that I'm in no way trying to speak for trans men. If I stepped on any toes there, I offer my sincerest apologies. Also, for other trans women, I hope I've done your personal experience some level of justice, and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong about any of this. For everyone else, if I've offended or insulted you in any way... GOOD! I'm pretty damned dysphoric at the moment, my anxiety is ratcheted up off the scale, and I really just don't give a shit, because I'm hoping that, if you bother to read all of this, you may just learn a thing or two.) (Also, if you're offended by the term "cisgender", here's a quick language lesson. "Cis-" is a prefix from Greek meaning "same-", much as "Trans-" means "different" or "opposite". It isn't an insult. Idiot, however, is.) Hello. My name is B, and I'm a fetish object. Or a freak, depending on who you ask. At least, that's how people like me are treated. You see, I'm a transgender woman, and in the eyes of the public at large, people like me tend to fall in two categories: fetish object or freak. Granted, there's many, many subcategories, but by and large, cisgender people (like you!) like to lump people like me (!) into one of these categories, by and large, thus dehumanizing us and enabling the discrimination, hate, and violence we experience on a daily basis, most of which goes unnoticed by cisgender people (like you!). This may sound a bit harsh, maybe even over-the-top, but quite honestly, it's meant to be. I mean, let's face it, trans women in particular are murdered at a far higher rate than women in general, especially trans women of color. There's states where, if we try to use a restroom or locker room of the gender we identify with, we can be arrested for sexual assault. There's states where we can be fired from our jobs, denied housing, denied health care, and denied public assistance, all based on our gender identity. "But this is the twenty-first century!", you say. "How can this be?" Simple. Bigotry is alive and well, as is misinformation, stereotypes, and general transphobia. In fact, let's tackle some of this right now. First of all, we are not "men in dresses", "transvestites", "traps", "shemales", "trannies", or whatever other derogatory term you would like to throw at us. We're women, plain and simple. We think like women, we talk like women, we act like women, we have the same wants, needs, desires, hopes, and fears as any other woman. Some of us have families, some of us have very fulfilling relationships with partners who love us, many of us are highly educated, and many of us have very productive careers, just like any other woman. "Trap", in particular, especially hurts, because it carries the connotation that we intend to trap unsuspecting men and woman into sleeping with us, only to find out later that we're "not who we say we are". This couldn't be farther from the truth, although fully disclosing who we are to a potential romantic partner puts us at a high risk of violence, which is why we tend to not say anything until we're at least somewhat certain that cisperson won't lash out at us, which happens very often. "Shemale" or "he/she" are other problematic phrases, because they give the impression that, if we haven't fully transitioned (had "the surgery", as cispeople like to say), we're somehow still male. This implies that we're strictly defined, as people, by our genitalia. Again, this has been proven false time and again by the very fact that, well, we exist. At this point, some of you are preparing to make the genetics argument, that XX is female and XY is male, as the mythical diety of your choice intended it, so let's have a biology lesson. The truth is, genetics can come in a number of flavors. There can be X(O), XX, XY, XXY, XYY, XX/XY, so on and so forth. If you can think of it, there's a chance it can exist. Also, on the Y chromosome, there's something called the SRY gene that, if it's damaged, missing, or inactive for some reason, will produce a human that appears biologically female even though they're genetically "male". Also, thanks to the exploration of epigenetics, scientists have found something called "epi marks" on genes and chromosomes that help govern their behavior, further muddying the waters of what genetically defines us. "But if so many of you have careers and are so educated and successful, where's the discrimination?", you may ask. That's true for those of us who were fortunate enough to have supportive parents, teachers, and peer groups. For the rest of us, we're not that fortunate. Many of us are shunned by our families and peer groups. Many of us also leave high school before graduating due to bullying, as well as pressure from teachers and administrators due to us being "distractions". Many of us attempt to attend college, only to drop out because of housing issues based on our gender identity. As a result, many of us end up in some sort of sex work, be it stripping, doing porn, or prostitution, putting us at even greater risk of violence. I mean, let's face it, if we're transitioning, we'd look awfully out of place in the men's dorms, but if we haven't had "the surgery", cisgender women won't want us in the women's dorms. Am I wrong? This also implies that our entire identity, our entire being, is tied to what is or isn't dangling between our legs. In fact, so many of the same women who call gender a construct and seek to tear it down are the same women who freak out when they find out a trans woman used the restroom next to them. I mean, seriously, are we all just walking penises and vaginas? Is that really what we are? And in that case, wouldn't that then imply that every other social stereotype about both men and women is true, even though women in particular have fought forever to disprove that? Or does that only apply for trans people? "So why not just have the big surgery?" Have you seen how expensive it is? Never mind the cost of hormone replacement therapy, breast implants (if we need them), facial feminization, vocal coaching (no, hormones don't raise your voice, that's yet another myth), and other surgeries and procedures we get just to look presentable and "blend in", the cost of gender confirming surgery can cost upwards of $30,000 here in the States, and health insurance doesn't cover a single penny. In fact, beyond therapy (and even that can be limited to 26 visits a year) and hormone replacement (if we're lucky), none of it is covered, so we're forced to work multiple jobs, scrape by, and save like mad just to have the privilege of looking presentable. Even then, we're at the mercy of our therapists, who often must sign off on these procedures before we're allowed to have them. It's literally like trying to drive through brick walls in a Honda Civic. Sure, we can go to other countries like Thailand, South Korea, Mexico, Canada, or Indonesia, where many times, these procedures are far less expensive, but they're still not cheap, and the waiting lists are often very long. Also, the conditions are sometimes less than sanitary, raising the risk of infection and death. So I suppose the big question now is, with all this difficulty we face, why do we go through with it? Why do we put ourselves through all of this? Why not just live in the gender we're assigned at birth? Why not just be gay or bi, or even straight for those of us attracted to women? Let's do an exercise. Let's imagine, for a moment, that you're starting life completely over as a baby of the opposite gender, but you're exactly who you are right now mentally, whether that's male, female, agender, gender-fluid, or whatever. Now, let's say that, as you get older, say, around four years old, you start to realize that the girls on the playground at preschool are all wearing skirts (or some other cute outfit) and have their hair in cute ponytails, but you're wearing jeans, boys' gym shoes, and a t-shirt with some sports team logo on it that you could care less about, and to you, that feels completely wrong. So, you go home, and at dinner that night, you ask your mom and dad when you can grow your hair out and dress like other girls. How well do you think that would have gone over with your parents? Let's say you're too afraid to broach the subject because you already know how Mom and Dad would react, so instead, when you're about fourteen years old, your mom finds the stash of makeup, panties, and other "girly" things you have stashed in your closet. Or, when you go to college, you finally get the courage to explore your identity, so after your first semester, you come home two months into hormone therapy you obtained on-campus and declare your newfound identity to your family. How do you think that would have gone? The truth is, we do it because we need to, because we're uncomfortable in our own skin, because who we are inside doesn't reconcile with what we are outside. We do it because this is what we are, and we'll do just about anything to be able to be ourselves, even if it means risking our financial well-being, our relationships, or even our lives, and if you were in our situations, we bet you would too. I've heard people conflate gender identity with "body image issues". These are two completely different things, even though, on the surface, they seem similar. Body image typically involves things like general appearance or weight, caused by various societal pressures, especially for women. Truth be told, trans women face these same pressures, and are often held to an even higher standard, lest we be inadvertently outed and place ourselves at risk. Through counseling and affirmation therapy, however, many times, body image issues can be conquered. The same doesn't hold true for gender identity, which is hard-wired into the brain. No amount of counseling, therapy, or abuse can change a person's gender identity, nor should someone be forced to "live with it". So what's the solution? That's a very, very complex question, but I personally believe there's some very simple answers, and it starts with our families and friends finding the courage to accept and support us when we come out to them. For us, coming out is a huge leap, often rewarded with mental or physical violence. That shouldn't happen. Second, increase access to care. Being transgender it a recognized medical condition. There is literally no reason medical insurance shouldn't cover transition care. Third, stop attacking, raping, injuring, and killing us. If our presence literally makes you so uncomfortable that you fell the need to lash out at us, stop and ask yourself, is the problem our existence in a certain space, or is it that you're emotionally unable to deal with our existence in a certain space. Fourth, stop acting like we're somehow out to get you. When we go to the ladies' room, we aren't trying to grope or rape your mothers, wives, or daughters. We're just there to pee. Seriously. That's all. Stop it. We're also not trying to turn men gay, or turn lesbians straight, or any other of the common tropes. If you're not attracted to us, that's fine, there's enough people that are, and we honestly couldn't care less that you're not. Good for you. And if you are attracted to us, and are willing to give us a chance, you may find out that we're pretty damned cool people. Fifth, just let us live our lives. That may sound like a simplification of things, but in reality, it really is that simple. If we stand next to you, sit next to you, work with you, or somehow find ourselves in your presence, we're probably there for the same reason you are, or at least a similar reason. Now, this being a site that deals with adult content, how does this apply here? To that, I ask, have you looked through the "Transgender and Crossdressers Hub"? Every possible incorrect trope, overy stereotype, every myth, every falsehood, it's all there in all its glory. It's seriously about the single biggest source of misinformation on transgender people I've read on the web. It's awful. I keep coming back, though, because once in a great while, someone writes a story that's actually from the perspective of a trans person, and it's validating and, honestly, comforting. Typically, though, the writer is another trans person, which is well and good, but the vast majority of writers on here aren't; nor do they even remotely bother to try to understand the experience of actually being a trans person. Instead, they rely on tropes, stereotypes, and myths, writing adult stories that ultimately are turn-offs for trans people, or are simply written for cisgender men (and maybe women). Just once, I'd love to see one of these writers make a solid attempt at writing something based in reality, instead of, "Oh, last week, I was Jim, but I put on a dress and some heels and makeup, and now I'm Jane, and no one can tell the difference!". No, make no mistake, everyone who isn't drunk or high (and even most of them) can tell the difference unless you're seriously making an effort. I mean, have any of these authors actually ever met a trans woman in real life, much less spoken with one at any sort of length? Much less slept with one? Let's just say I have my doubts. I know this little rant has pissed off, annoyed, offended, and generally angered some people here. Good. I'm glad. I really hope it has, because through that, I hope you're able to take a step back and see things from my perspective for a moment, and maybe it might shift a few perspectives for the better. I'm also hoping this opens a dialogue for people, so maybe cisgender people can actually take the time to learn about trans people. Thanks.

_This "story" is just that -- a fictional accidental first time encounter between two young (over 18) close friends. I hope you enjoy, and have strived to make it a more "real life" scenario and thus less "action packed". If I receive positive comments I will try to continue the saga._ We had been best friends since middle school. I remember teasing you, pulling your long brown braided twin hair tails that snaked half way down your back. You were always a cute thin tough tomboy, and although not related most of our friends called us brother/sister because we always hung out together, did homework together, helped each other with chores, lived only a block away and were "best" friends. In the summer we used to play sports together, you always held your own in games with the "guys" and we would often go swimming in the old swimming hole, sometimes with others but often by ourselves. I wore my usual baggy swim trunks, you usually wore a simple two-piece suit, although sometimes when no one else was around, at night we would swim in our undies. You would swim in your plain white panties and a T shirt because you never wore a bra with nothing on top to contain. Those were care free fun days. As we grew older we stayed close friends, but never "dated", still did homework together, and helped each other with chores. We were both kind of shy (except around each other), and so we only dated in groups going to dances with friends, but neither of us had an actual boy/girl friend. We shared our secrets told each other who we had a crush on, I had the hots for a cheerleader, you a football star flanker who scored most of the touchdowns. We never considered each other as the opposite sex even though we were both very aware of our differences, but just did not think of each other that way. Even in our senior year, you still were thin flat chested, a small A cup, long dark brown hair, about 5' 6' tall and in good shape, running and swimming with an interest in the arts especially sketching. You had beautiful eyes, a captivating smile, and could always make me laugh. I maintained my nerdy math, computer, and science interests, was thin 5' 10" tall, long blond hair blue eyes and stayed fit, biking, playing sports with friends and of course swimming all summer. Whenever you were down or hurting from a fight with a girlfriend or cramps from your period, I was there for support, sometimes just holding you telling you it was all ok, things would be better, and finally after ribbing you, your lips would curl into that classic impish smile. You were always there for me too, brightening my day when I was in a bad mood, giving me a hug when I won the science fair, and offering advice/support when I had a disagreement with my parents or friends. My name is Eric and for my eighteenth birthday I received a small (350cc) second hand used motorcycle, which for me was a dream come true. For your eighteenth, which followed only three days after mine, you Val, received your dream sketching set. As summer set in we would still frequent our swimming hole, talk about plans for college with you often sketching me in my undies still wet from swimming. This would sometimes make me blush, because of the semi hard on and associated slight tent I would get looking at you in your wet "T shirt" and panty briefs. Even though you had little on top, because you still never wore a bra, I could see your hard nipples peaking through and sometimes see the outline of your volva thru the wet panties. This in turn would make you blush realizing what I could see, and how it affected me, but you would just flash that smile and keep sketching. You further embarrassed me one time, by including my "bulge" in your sketch, with a devilish grin on your face. All though we never discussed it in detail we both knew the impact any semi nude image of the opposite sex had on each other but were almost afraid to think of each other that way, not wanting to spoil the special relationship we had developed, and not sure how the other felt. We also both had a strong faith that kept us from trying to "explore" each other, afraid we would upset or offend each other. This all started to unravel four weeks after I got my motorcycle and only two weeks into the summer. I was on my way back from the store, when I was blind sided by a hit and run car that ran a stop sign, throwing me off my bike tumbling across the road. When I awoke in the hospital, I had two broken arms in casts, one broken leg, a lot of scratches, and a bad headache. My mom was there, my dad at work, and you with tears in your eyes. I was released from the hospital four days latter, but bed ridden for at least a few weeks, fairly helpless to feed bath or even go to the bathroom. My mom and dad worried how they would care for me those first weeks, they both worked, and we could not afford a live in nurse. You of course calmly stated you were free for the summer, and would help without thinking of the compilations this might present. My parents accepted your offer, also without thinking of the potential issues that might arise, because they new and trusted you, and it solved their dilemma. I was still groggy, feeling no pain, happy to be alive and thus also not thinking clearly at the time, and would have spent most of the summer with you anyway. I was transported home by ambulance early Monday morning, with you mom and dad there to welcome me and set me up in my room. Dad and mom then left for work, leaving us alone which under normal circumstances was typical for the summer. You made us lunch and had fun teasing me as you fed me. But soon mother nature called and I had to pee. This led to the first awkward moment. I mumbled that I had to pee and you got red in the face suddenly realizing what you would have to do. We nervously joked about it but then I really had to go and soon, so you got the bed pan, placed it between my spread legs and looking at my crotch pulled my boxers down exposing my cock to you for the first time. I was both embarrassed and excited at the same time, and you just kept looking at my penis and turned a delicate shade of pink. I shook you out of your stare again mumbling that I really had to go and you suddenly realized that you had to touch me, hold me to aim into the bed pan. This was the first real penis you had seen, the first to touch and the first time anyone else (other then the nurses) had touched me. You gently took me in your hand looking all the time at my penis, avoiding eye contact and placed it in the bed pan. You continued to gently hold me as I almost immediately started to pee. You watched intently, the first time you have ever seen a male pee. As the stream slowed and then ended, you looked up wondering what to do next. I offered a nervous smile and mumbled to shake it then carefully remove the pan. You hesitated then shook my penis let out a little girl giggle and then looking into my eyes gave it a gentle squeeze said wow and moved the pan to a table. You then became your smiling mischievous self again, grinning from ear to ear, departed to the bathroom to empty the pan and get a wash cloth a pan of hot water and soap. You come out proclaiming in your little girl voice that it was bath time and that we might as well get used to it soon because we would be together for the next few weeks. I am still laying there (at your mercy) my boxers down my penis exposed, both embarrassed and excited at the same time. You pull off my boxers carefully over my leg cast with me now fully naked and exposed. You start to wash, first my upper body then my lower legs. We make small talk avoiding the awkwardness of the situation for both of us. Soon however you start to wash my upper legs and stomach getting closer to my groin, your eyes darting between my eyes and my exposed cock. I try to keep up the small talk and not think where your hands are but fail, as my cock starts to rise. You show both embarrassment and intrigue as you watch my cock grow, looking back and forth between my eyes and my now rigid cock. I try to offer an apology but you put your finger to my lips, smile, grin and start to wash my groin area, avoiding my rigid cock but washing all around including my balls. You spend way more time "washing" this area then you did the rest of my body "exploring" for your first time. By this time my cock has started to leak, I am past embarrassment and now getting close to cumming even though you have not yet touched me, but the excitement of you looking, and washing all around is almost too much for my young inexperienced body. You soap up your small hands and slowly, tentatively reach for my cock. My emotions are overwhelmed by fear, excitement, and embarrassment, I try to say something, try to stop you but instead explode as soon as you touch me. I groan as long strings of cum shoot into the air with the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, some seamen hitting you on your arm, shirt, and hand. You freeze, holding my ejaculating cock, your eyes wide, mouth open. You knew I was turned on, but are naive did not understand how quickly a young inexperienced man (boy) could cum. You were unprepared, overwhelmed, startled and almost giddy by this first experience. I close my eyes, ashamed, that I could not control my emotions, afraid I may have upset, and/or offended you, and so embarrassed. You are so startled, yet excited at what you have just seen, you just hold my semi hard penis, unconsciously squirm a little in your seat still looking at my member, the seamen on your arm, shirt, hand and the seamen dripping from my cock. You then slowly look up to my closed eyes, not sure what to say, do. I mumble that I am so sorry so ashamed, and suggest that you can leave if you want, my eyes still closed. You are suddenly aware by the quiver in my voice that I am upset, that I think you are upset. You give my penis a gentle squeeze lean in and kiss my cheek, my forehead , and gently tell me that was awesome. With out giving me a chance to say anything you start to, in a fast excited voice tell me you hope I am not upset, that you understand (even though we both know you do not), that you know you should not have done that to me but admit you did not expect it, did not know it would happen but thank me for sharing such an intimate experience with you. You go on almost babbling saying it was your first time seeing it (as we both already know), without thinking saying you would like to see it again, and on and on still holding me, and still looking at my penis, and the cum still covering both of us. Suddenly you realize how silly you must sound, stop babbling and look up into my eyes, now wide open, neither of us sure what to think or say next. I try to defuse the situation by cracking a lame joke about you joining the navy so you can see more sea men. This causes both of us to crack up laughing mostly a release of the built up tension. This also opens the door for more serious conversation on what just happened. As we talk you again state that you enjoyed what happened, hope it will not hurt or change our friendship, and want to continue to help me and my parents. You state that we might as well get comfortable with this part, because it will be a regular part of the next few weeks. I start to again mumble that I am sorry for not being able to control myself. You grin still holding me, and state your glad I came, it was awesome, want us to be comfortable, and then to make me feel better, tell me you are so wet and nod your head down to your crotch, in case I did not get the meaning. I blush and ask "really" (your still holding me, and the talk is not helping my self control)? You blush and nod, then, look at my penis, a smile on your face as it slowly starts to grow again in your hand. Your hand holding me, and our conversation especially hearing your wet , overcomes any self control and soon I am again rock hard. You still hold me eyes wide and darting between my eyes and hard cock, and shyly ask if you caused this and note you did not realize I could get hard again so quickly. You then let go, stand telling me you are getting more warm water to wash up. As you stand I can not help look between your legs. You follow my gaze, and then again in a quiet voice smile and tell me you are so wet and guess we both will need to "clean up" and then walk off to the bathroom. As you walk away you startle me by without thinking lift your seamen covered hand to your mouth and flick out your tongue tasting my seed. To be continued...............................

2:02:13 AM - Armitage: one more to beethoven?? 2:02:52 AM - Armitage: lmao 2:02:53 AM - Sylibus: Sure ;) 2:04:43 AM - Armitage: ok give me a scenario 2:04:55 AM - Armitage: mr. story writer 2:04:57 AM - Armitage: let's hear it 2:05:08 AM - Sylibus: Any particular genre strike your fancy? 2:05:19 AM - Armitage: --something-- 2:05:20 AM - Armitage: lol 2:05:31 AM - Sylibus: OK 2:05:44 AM - Sylibus: Naked 2:05:56 AM - Sylibus: On the floor on hands and knees 2:06:30 AM - Sylibus: Thick heavy rope creating breast bondage and torso bondage 2:07:06 AM - Sylibus: With the crotch rope holding in a massive sculpted ice cock inside you 2:07:10 AM - Sylibus: Filling you completely 2:07:30 AM - Armitage: :$ 2:07:35 AM - Sylibus: And as the ice melts inside you 2:07:36 AM - Armitage: :-O 2:07:50 AM - Sylibus: You crawl toward the coffee table 2:08:04 AM - Sylibus: Drape a leg over the edge 2:08:17 AM - Sylibus: The beveled edge pressed directly against your clitoris 2:08:28 AM - Sylibus: Pressing your chest to the tabletop 2:08:41 AM - Sylibus: And slowly you use the table to masturbate yourself 2:08:49 AM - Sylibus: As the ice continues to slowly melt inside you 2:08:53 AM - Sylibus: Chilling you 2:08:55 AM - Sylibus: Freezing you 2:09:10 AM - Sylibus: The cold water dripping down your thighs 2:09:17 AM - Sylibus: Pooling underneath you on the table 2:09:28 AM - Armitage: uhhh 2:09:32 AM - Sylibus: provindig you with additional lubrication for your use of the table 2:09:45 AM - Sylibus: You find yourself unable to stop your actions 2:09:59 AM - Sylibus: It is as if your body is no longer obeying your commands 2:10:11 AM - Sylibus: Your nipples send electric sparks through your chest 2:10:28 AM - Sylibus: While hotter, brighter, more powerful jolts of electricity radiate from your clit 2:10:49 AM - Sylibus: You continue to press your clit into the edge of the table 2:10:57 AM - Sylibus: And you absently reach for the nearby clamps 2:11:10 AM - Sylibus: Lifting yourself up on one shaky arm 2:11:20 AM - Sylibus: you grab one clamp 2:11:24 AM - Sylibus: Open it wide 2:11:31 AM - Sylibus: bring it to your right breast 2:11:37 AM - Sylibus: close your eyes 2:11:52 AM - Sylibus: and allow its teeth to bite your tender bud 2:12:11 AM - Sylibus: You can barely bite back the cry that wants to rip past your lips 2:12:39 AM - Sylibus: A tear comes to your eye, yet you know that the other clamp needs to be affixed before you can allow your body the pleasure it seeks 2:12:48 AM - Sylibus: Again, you reach 2:12:53 AM - Sylibus: Again, you seize a clamp 2:12:58 AM - Sylibus: Againm you open it wide 2:13:06 AM - Sylibus: You bring it to your left breast 2:13:22 AM - Sylibus: And just as your clit brushes against the edge of the coffeetable 2:13:24 AM - Armitage: more... 2:13:34 AM - Sylibus: The second clamp seizes upon your tender flesh 2:13:41 AM - Sylibus: And this time, you do cry out 2:13:47 AM - Sylibus: You cannot hold back the sound 2:13:51 AM - Sylibus: The dam has crumbled 2:13:57 AM - Sylibus: Slowly 2:14:12 AM - Sylibus: Sounds of pleasure and desire and lust and ecstacy spill from your lips 2:14:23 AM - Sylibus: And you lower your chest back to the table 2:14:42 AM - Sylibus: The impact of clamps upon table sending jarring sensations through your breasts, your chest, your entire being 2:15:03 AM - Sylibus: The pain thwarted and held at bay by the continual movement of your clit across the table's edge 2:15:10 AM - Sylibus: You pant heavily 2:15:13 AM - Sylibus: You mona loudly 2:15:28 AM - Sylibus: The ice continues to chill you and consume you 2:15:37 AM - Sylibus: The melting water continues to leak 2:15:52 AM - Sylibus: And suddenly you feel someone pulling your hair' 2:15:57 AM - Sylibus: But you do not care 2:16:04 AM - Sylibus: It could be anyone seeing you like this 2:16:11 AM - Sylibus: You are too far gone to care 2:16:21 AM - Sylibus: The pain, the cold, the pleasure, it is all coming to a head 2:16:36 AM - Sylibus: And when you feel the long fingernails scraping down your spine 2:16:40 AM - Sylibus: You know it is her 2:16:44 AM - Sylibus: The girl of your dreams 2:16:48 AM - Sylibus: She is the one watching you 2:16:49 AM - Armitage: ;) 2:16:58 AM - Sylibus: She is the one silently cheering you on 2:17:03 AM - Armitage: nah, forget her 2:17:08 AM - Armitage: not really feeling chicks tonight 2:17:09 AM - Armitage: ;) 2:17:13 AM - Armitage: besides, I'm good ;) 2:17:14 AM - Armitage: :) 2:17:19 AM - Sylibus: OK 2:17:32 AM - Armitage: now i'm REALLY hungry tho 2:17:35 AM - Armitage: ::giggles:: 2:17:46 AM - Armitage: actually 2:17:49 AM - Sylibus: I would make a quip here about feeding you some sausage, but I won't 2:17:50 AM - Armitage: there are boys in my hallway 2:17:53 AM - Armitage: and I'm a little suspicious 2:17:58 AM - Sylibus:?? 2:18:06 AM - Sylibus: They may have heard, is that what you mean? 2:18:30 AM - Armitage: lol 2:18:35 AM - Armitage: I think they heard and stuck around 2:18:36 AM - Armitage: honestly 2:18:36 AM - Armitage: lmao 2:18:50 AM - Sylibus: Heck - I probably would ;) 2:18:53 AM - Armitage: ;) 2:19:03 AM - Armitage: thanks 4 the story 2:19:27 AM - Sylibus: Glad to be of assistance 2:19:33 AM - Sylibus: Even if it is only via a screen 2:19:46 AM - Armitage: LMAO

The cool, hard touch of my dining room table fades as your nude spread eagled body lays bound upon it; its surface absorbing the warmth emanating from your hot, lithe form. I stand over you to one side softly singing happy birthday to you in that whispering voice you crave so much. The hot wax from the candles that adorned your cake drips onto your skin, searing points of heat landing upon your nipples and breasts as I slowly wave the candle over them in lazy, random motions keeping you off guard and denying you the ability to anticipate where the next drop will land. I move further down letting the drops land on your stomach and thighs covering you in a constellation of wax stars that at first feel as hot as the sun before slowly cooling to a soft warmth radiating throughout your body. I add to these sensations with my wandering fingers meandering across your skin touching you here and there, softly massaging your sides, rolling and pinching your nipples, flicking your clit and dragging several fingers along your slit teasing you and watching you arch your back and moan softly to my sweet, sensual torture. Candles exhausted, I set the last of them down and pick up my flogger as it is time for you birthday spanking with a twist. I loosen your bonds enough to flip you over onto your stomach and tighten the ropes once again and begin, you hear the sound of the falls swooshing through the air as the first blow lands on your shoulders, the next blow lands on your thighs as I pick random parts of your body to strike. I reach between your thighs and you feel me playing with your clit once more as I continue to flog you. Your soft moans become urgent cries of pleasure as I drive you further into subspace, each blow and each motion of my fingers inside you urging you on towards your climax. I begin to concentrate the blows of the flogger on your ass, giving you the 19 blows plus one to grow on making your ass turn a nice bright shade of pink. Driving you right to the edge I stop and loosen the ropes holding you down and drag you across the table so you are bent over the table with your feet on the floor. You hear me unbuckle and lower my pants as I move to position myself behind you, my raging cock bumping gently at your entrance, I line up and slowly push my cock into your cunt a soft guttural "yessssss" comes from your lips as I bury myself deep within you. Pulling back slowly I begin to fuck you, building up the speed and force at which I pound away at you. My fingers find your clit once more and strum it in time with my thrusts causing you to gasp loudly at each thrust; you turn your head to one side urging me on "Yessss... Please baby... Fuck me like a slut, take me, rape me..." I lean in to whisper harshly in your ear, "Yes, I am going to take you, rape you like the filthy little cum slut you are and I'm going to keep you and rape you whenever it pleases me because that's what you want; for me to use you, take my pleasure in you and make you my little fuck toy." Thrusting in and out hard and fast, I fuck you as roughly as I can, clawing at your body with my hands, slapping and punching you as I drive you towards an earth shattering orgasm. I feel you grip my cock hard and grind against it as you cry out once more cumming hard, causing me to tense up and shoot my cum deep into your pussy... I pause for a moment then pick you up and flip you over, shoving my cock back into you... The animal has taken over and I begin to fuck you again with your legs resting on my shoulders, I pound away furiously making your orgasm roll on and on in waves of sheer bliss. The animal instinct has taken control of you as well as you try to grind yourself on my cock, your muscles gripping and squeezing it with all your might. Your legs lift off my shoulders and wrap themselves around my waist and pull me deeper into you, ankles locking behind my back. We have become trapped by our lust for each other and have become one. I feel myself reaching my peak and with one final thrust, shoot another load of cum deep into your pussy before collapsing on top of you. As we slowly regain our senses, I begin to kiss you softly and run a hand through your hair... I whisper to you "Happy Birthday, my sweet little subbie."

Slamming on the breaks, Sarah cursed herself; she should have filled up with gas back in town but now she was halfway to the middle of nowhere. Surely there must be a gas station somewhere around here? Why had she slammed on the brakes? Now she was grateful she was out in the sticks. Recovering her composure; she inched forward her sleek BMW. It purred its satisfaction at being given its head. Three miles down the road a luminescent white beacon shone out. Hopefully it wasn't a 24 diner or something equally useless As she drew closer she felt a little tingle of elation. Drawing her car in she hoped two things could go right in a row and she had remembered her cards. Phew! They were nestled in the back of her wallet. As she took them out to pay the attendant she noticed a twinkle in his eyes. At first glance he seemed like the typical spotty 18 year old barely-out-of- puberty gas station attendant that provides enough material for 1001 comic stand-up routines but if you bothered to take a second glance he wasn't all that bad. He was possibly older than 18. A few spots freckled an otherwise and smooth face and his eyes were a cutie doe blue offset by stylishly messy jet black hair. Sarah, studying him, caught his eyes wandering to her blouse. Favouring him with a charming but blunt smile she took her receipt and, spinning on her heels, exited the gas station. Back behind the wheel her mind wandered to her goal. Aspen beach was about 30 miles from her home town. She had decided to go on an adventure there last week when she had overheard Gillian telling Sam about the night she had spent there with her new dreamboat Darren Shepherd; as the somewhat dizzy Gillian had propped up the water-cooler and relayed her tale of romance to a allegedly engrossed Sam, Sarah caught a little of the wonderlust. However, no dreamboat for her, she was alone by choice. She prided herself on being in command. At 29 she was successful and relatively well off by dint of her inheritance and self-made success. She had no need for a man. When she needed sex she went out and 9.5 times out of 10 got it but in the morning she was polite but short and exchanges of numbers were rare and only granted to the privileged few that impressed her sufficiently to be useful in the future. The wine and its companion glass chimed in harmony in the back as the BM grappled with the scrub cum car park. She was going to have a midnight liquid picnic, me time as kitsch self help books called it. Laying back and pouring herself a glass of Shiraz she lied down flat on her back and, letting her mind wander, gazed and at the milky black/blue of a moonlit sky. *** His matt black hair was short and spiky. Golden brown eyes sunk inconspicuously into a thick set face and something about his smile was permanently dirty. He announced his presence grinding his body right into hers. Spinning around she ground him back and as she did she felt beneath his jeans a hard cock. Hard enough and big enough to interest her. After an hour of dancing, drinking and mindless chatter she decided to make her move. Her hands raced up the inside of his leg and she whispered: "follow me and I'll give you what you want" *** Laying on her bed naked she was waiting him to do heaven knows what. Her spike of frustration relented as he walked back through the door, completely naked. "Its not polite to keep a lady waiting you know' "But am I not worth waiting for" he said as he winked. *** ...her hand slid under the lip of her jeans as she sunk her fingers into her crimson red panties. She teased herself by stroking her clit with her fingertip... *** A sharp pain shot up his neck as he was backed towards the bed. Resistance was futile. Physically his strength was far greater than hers but right now he was her creature. Her tongue was licking around his nipples teasing him until the moment when she bit down hard. Flinching he put his hand on her shoulders as if making to push her away but she countered by drawing herself into a sitting position. Now her whole body weight was keeping him pinned to the bed. Cock swelling with cum he was caught between the shock of the pain and his growing desire to penetrate her. Sitting on-top of him she just leered and started rhythmically rubbing her moist pussy against his cock. It was hard enough to thrust into her now but she refused to sit on it, instead she continued massaging it. Digging her nails into his exposed flesh she pinned his shoulders to the bed and continued to tease... *** Bored of teasing herself she pressed her finger firmly down on her clit and started rubbing firmly in a circular motion. Her legs were wide open, welcoming. Button after button on her chemise popped open as her free hand craved her supple breasts crowned by erect nipples. The same leer creased her face as she massaged her breast and experienced the satisfaction of that first thrust as her fingers rammed themselves into the waiting hole. Inside herself it was warm as her juices bubbled. She thrust hard and deep making sure she didn't neglect to stroke against the soft roof inside her. Her nails inflicted a pleasurable pain as they jarred against her tender flesh. "Do you need any help there?" She was hit with a splash of cold water. Withdrawing her fingers quickly and fumbling with the buttons on her blouse she substituted words for incoherent mumbles of rejection. "Don't stop. You were obviously enjoying yourself." The voice was deep and masculine. She stopped trying to cover herself and turned to see as much as she could of the man. Set against the moon she could see a bulky silhouette but absolutely no detail of his face or body. Her face was tinted crimson but her grace was saved by pitch black. "You know, it would be a shame to waste this moment." She was speechless. "Well????" He moved closer to her. The moon vanished behind his advancing form. Standing next to her he removed his clothes and tossed them to one side. Like a rabbit trapped caught in headlights she was frozen transfixed as he moved to take her. She could see that his cock was hardening in anticipation and as he straddled her she felt drawn to it. As she rose her blouse fell away. Rather than feast on him straight away she placed her tongue tip at the base of the shaft; slowly she worked her tongue tip upwards enjoying every second. Feeling the rougher flesh of the shaft give way to the head she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth whole; until she could feel it's head pressing against the back of her throat. Having her take him inside of her pleased him immensely however he was going to make her beg; build her up to the point where she was consumed by the need to be penetrated. Pushing her away he pinned her shoulders to the ground. "Now where were you?" Not wanting to waste any time later he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, tossing them into an undignified heap with his clothes. Even this momentary pause frustrated her and she rolled her eyes. Spreading her legs he drew the half empty bottle of Shiraz from the darkness; between her legs was a furnace, cum was seeping from her pussy. As he poured the Shiraz between her legs she flinched. No time was wasted in lapping up the wine and her juices. Against the soft tender flesh of her pussy his tongue felt rough. Rather than plunge his tongue into her he licked the sides teasing her softly and encouraging the cavity to release cum. He wanted her moist and ready for his cock. She was oblivious as he reared up to mount her fully. Her head was pushed right back into the sand: as she lay there he began ravishing her body pinning her arms back again. His teeth bit down hard into the tender flesh of her neck as his pulsating cock sunk deep into her pussy. Pain from his biting teeth was mixed with the pleasure of feeling his flesh inside her. Arms pinned and her body caught in a vice between the earth and his sweating body she was powerless to do anything as he thrust into her slowly at first but always powerfully and always deep into her. The tongue that had prepared her for his cock now licked her neck, shoulders and face. No words were spoken. Faster and faster he thrust into her. She was getting impatient; she wanted him to cum in her now and she limply made to scratch him. Cum was filling his cock but he was determined not to release it. Her efforts to hurry him on only made him draw things out more; rather than thrust he pounded now. He was smirking in the dark, loving every minute of her growing desperation. When he felt he was nearing climax he gently kissed her face and her neck; brushing them with his lips. Then as he knew he could hold himself no more he dived to the nape of her neck and clamped his teeth down hard exactly at the same moment as his cock exploded, pumping cum into her. For a fraction of a second she was shocked then the shock produced a spasm; her body convulsed as she released her cum. Moaning and gasping for breath she was lost for words as he withdrew and begun to dress himself. Not once had she spoken to him. He had given her all that she wanted and words seemed pointless; as he faded into the shadows she slowly came too. Swiftly she re-packed the car and made her way home.

_I want thank meathead96 for his most excellent help in editing this story._ WARNING: This story is not erotic, but is very sexual, a "Sci-Fi/Fantasy" in nature. It contains sexually explicit scenes, language and some other pretty weird stuff too. * My desire to be female has driven me all my life, although I really didn't understand it or want to admit to it at first, but now that I am a girl it's no longer relevant. Cross-dressing and/or gender reassignment surgery had always been out of the question because I viewed it as not only primitive and shallow but inadequate. Put simply, not my idea of being female in any way. No, what I wanted was the real thing, albeit considered unrealistic or even nutty by the current social standards. I was perfectly satisfied to wait until I figured out another way to do it, and I did. This is the story of what ended up happening. Until about ten years ago I had been what most women would describe as Neanderthal: the stereotypical find-em, fuck-em and forget-em kind of guy. Not that they complained too loudly. Why should they? They were Find-em, fuck- em and forget-em kind of women! I was absolutely attracted to women on a physical level; the amazing curves, the detail of Gods finest work in my most humble opinion. However, the rising number of conquests with few new discoveries failed to fulfill, and failed to satisfy. I sought something deeper, something closer, something I had experienced only briefly with a select few. I wanted it, craved it, and fixated on it. As months turned into years, I began to intuitively grasp the inevitability of my own transformation and I proceeded to explore any and all means to get there. The first part of this experience started with my repeated thoughts of being a girl as a child right up to and including the point of transformation. Next was the admission to myself that it was the only 'real' physical crescendo I wanted in my life even though I was a heterosexual male. I ravished females for many years watching and touching every aspect of their physical perspective. I was gaining more and more understanding of exactly what it felt like to be a female physically, socially, emotionally and spiritually. It started with mild orgasmic physical sensations that increased each time I relaxed and nurtured the highly sexual energy by letting it flow through me freely as I imagined being female. Then the dreams started. I had dreams throughout the night of varying levels of sexual intensity and scenarios of myself turning into a girl. Soon the dreams turned into morning orgasms and intense energy spikes that would last most of the day. Then the waves of orgasmic energy came in a smooth constant flow, sometimes lasting several hours. Over the last several months these sensations began to intensify into prolonged full-blown orgasms, repeating over and over, sometimes disabling me in public places. With each new wave of orgasm, there was an increase in subtle but perceptible internal physical change. My body was changing, but into what? My fears would always come to the surface any time I felt pleasure or pain levels rise above my ability to comprehend them. Was I changing into something I wanted or was there something else going on? One day I decided I must know regardless. With a single thought I switched off all of my mental and physical resistance and control, raising my tolerance to any levels of pain or pleasure that would be necessary to initiate my transformation, unreservedly acquiescing at a core level. The following is what happened on that delightful day in June. **** I thought to myself as I stepped off the Borg branded bathroom scale, "I need some new clothes due to the forty-eight pounds I've lost over the past two weeks." Except for the last pair of worn-out Levis I'd saved since the early eighties I had nothing to wear that fit my now scrawny six foot two, one hundred forty pound frame. If I waited another couple of days, even those wouldn't fit me without suspenders. I knew that I would be taking a chance going into a public place. I wasn't sure I could make a clean getaway without the usual trip to the hospital that was called in by well meaning people who didn't understand the symptoms of my highly sexual condition. Over the last several of days, the major "attacks" had subsided and the spasms were happening only about every four hours for 10-20 minutes or so; I knew I could handle those. I decided that I might as well take this opportunity to get out of the apartment. "I am feeling exceptionally well," I thought to myself. And the Mission Mall wasn't far away. I was feeling antsy after being cooped up in the apartment building for over a month so it was time to get out. It was time to smell the roses, coffee, even the smog. Anything but the stale air inside the apartment. Feeling sufficiently justified and throwing caution to the wind, I jumped into my only pair of Levis and left my sixteenth floor apartment. I walked down the long hallway to the elevator and began impatiently pressing the down button several times. One minute, two minutes, three, four.... "What the hell is taking the elevator so damn long?" I thought while pacing back and forth in the hallway. I started feeling another all too familiar surge of warm energy building, then triggering a small spasm in my lower abdomen releasing a focused ping from my abdomen to the tip of my penis. Keep moving, keep moving, I thought to myself. It was my only solution to restraining the smaller more numerous waves of this sensation. I felt a slight relief as it momentarily subsided but the loud sound of an apartment door closing on the same floor came echoing down the long hallway. It startled me, causing the mild spasm to return briefly. Over five minutes passed and the doors finally opened, although it had seemed like hours. As soon as the doors opened, I dove into the elevator and with a perfectly well rehearsed tap on the inside button for the parking garage, I was finally headed down. This was a familiar ride I took every day just to help keep my sanity. The spasms subsided for the moment, but remnants were left behind as a reminder that they could return at anytime to impose their will upon my body. On the way down, at about the twelfth floor, I felt a mild wave of heat bubbling up in my body. Sweat started pouring out of my pores like so many times before. It was a physical overreaction to my condition. It was also the main reason I wouldn't go anywhere outside the apartment complex. "Keep moving; keep moving, relax, relax, relax, I am a girl, I am a girl, no resistance; allow it to flow through you!" I repeated to myself over and over as I circled around in the elevator, rocking it side to side. My constantly moving seemed only to be a short-term fix for my problem. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor, picking up another passenger. I tried to smile and act normal, but the puddle of sweat beginning to pool on the floor in front of me had my attention. He glanced at me briefly with an uncommitted smile then turned and stood facing the doors for the rest of the ride down. My early seventies style tie-dyed t-shirt was drenched, and I started feeling like I might be making a very bad decision. I thought to myself, "I don't have to go anywhere, I can order out for food, even clothes if I need to." "No!" I said to myself, annoyed at the thought, "That just isn't going to happen this time, I have to get out!" I said it under my breath, but I could tell that the passenger heard me. He was shifting his weight from one leg to the other, but he ignored me, probably writing me off as nuts or just another Southern California fruitcake. The elevator doors opened and I bolted past my fellow elevator passenger, drawing a surprised look as I flew by him. I made my way to the Range Rover before I could change my mind about going out beyond the confines of the apartment complex. The Rover was covered with a dusty car cover as the last time I drove it was six weeks ago. I grabbed one of the corners of the elastic edge and with a snap of my wrist and arm it was off, sending a dust cloud into the air that was illuminated by the flickering florescent lights of the cement underground garage. I rolled the car cover up and threw it in the back seat as I jumped in and slammed the door behind me. I sighed with relief as the engine started. I wasn't sure it would turn over after such a long time. I reached over and flipped the A/C switch to high, and pointing all the vents towards me. It was like heaven as the cool air hit my sweaty overheated face. Just before I put it in gear to back up, I was hit with another mild spasm from my abdomen, an overwhelmingly warm feeling of contentment and security washing over me. It wasn't as intense as the one that I had experienced earlier this morning, and it was different in other ways this time. The most noticeable difference was a mild shock of electricity originating from my abdomen resonating up to my scalp, then all the way down to my toes with a prolonged tingling at the very tip of my penis. It made me jump! It lasted about 10 seconds then I felt an orgasm building, but it suddenly stopped. I had so little control of this thing that I was experiencing. I liked it, even craved it, although it had disrupted everything in my life. Just in the middle of that thought, a silence abruptly entered my consciousness. It was a deafening internal silence. There had always been some sort of resonating noise or background sensation of an impending attack, but it had vanished. All signs of the intense spasms I had been experiencing for months were completely gone for some reason. I felt apprehensive yet almost normal. It was a very liberating feeling, so familiar for the first forty years of my life. Life before what I called the "Chronic Orgasm Syndrome" or C.O.S. began ruling it. After sitting for a few minutes and feeling for any sign of the spasms returning, I put the car in reverse and headed toward the mall convincing myself everything would go just fine. Downtown traffic was very light on this typically beautiful Southern California Saturday. The drive to the mall was uneventful; I got there in record time. I pulled into the parking lot and drove straight for the spots closest to the main entrance. Just as I started the routine cruise in search of a closer parking space, a car backed out of a space right in the front row. I pulled into it thinking to myself this was a good sign. I'm going to get in and out. If all goes well, maybe a trip to the beach would be in order (though I was not really convinced that all was well). I walked into the three-story mall and headed up to the third story knowing right where I wanted to go. Pants were first on the agenda. Half way up the third story escalator, I felt a sudden surge of energy ignite throughout my body. The heavy sweating started again, just like what had happened in the elevator, but this time it was back with a vengeance! I felt a warm tingling feeling that was building rapidly, which then turned into a massive wave of exploding ecstasy from my lower abdomen that almost buckled my legs. As the escalator deposited me on the third floor, I barely managed to make it to a cement planter thirty feet away. It held a large imitation palm tree, and was located next to a self-service shoe store. After three or so spasms rocked my body, I managed to pull myself up and sit on the edge of the planter, getting my feet off the ground before I had a chance to fall, and eventually get hauled off to the hospital. It seemed to me that it would be better to pass out on top of a planter, than onto the floor. Another wave of pure pleasure hit me like the one in the garage. There was an electrical pulse, the newest addition to my repertoire of intense sexual sensations. "Was 'it' going to happen now?" I asked myself. Another set of electrical jolts hit, one right after the other pinning me to the planter like a force field. In my ecstasy, I still managed to notice how people were just walking by as if I wasn't even there, people less than four feet away. "What was this?" I wondered, just as I was hit with a brief shock and abdominal spasm, as if to punish me for that particular thought. There I was at the Mission Mall in San Diego; arguably the most crowded public place in the entire city on any given weekend, with nowhere to go before another wave hit. I knew my time was limited and I wasn't going to be able to make it back to the car or walk much further. There were people everywhere, going on about their business and I was right in the middle of it. I needed privacy now, any place where I could lie down and cum for a while. The thought made me grin. Soaked in sweat and looking for a place I could retreat to, somewhere preferably out of sight, I spotted a bench about a hundred feet away that was behind a grouping of plants beside a small fountain. It could offer me some cover and water if I needed it. The surges were crippling. I was thirsty, and I wasn't sure I could make it. I waited for any break in the constant sea of overwhelming sexual sensations, focusing on my destination. Suddenly, just for a moment, there was a slight pause. Jumping off the planter using the base as a starting block, I burst out at a full sprint. I made it about half way before I was slammed again making me veer off course. I managed to stay on my feet, wobbling the rest of the way, and almost running into several people. I fell to the bench, and took hold of it. My knuckles were white as I clutched at the padded cement seat. It felt like it was my only lifeline to something tangible. Looking up, sweat dripping profusely from my face, I realized I was in the heart of the third floor promenade with dozens of people all around me. This was the last place that I wanted to be! The plants only gave me partial cover, but there was a water fountain I hadn't seen earlier. Either way, with the way things were going, this half-ass hideout would have to do. I tried to catch my breath, hoping to make it back to the car or at the very least into a bathroom, but I was simply too weak to move from my new public sanctuary behind a plant display. Wave after wave of sexual energy was coursing through me, overtaking me, like a strong alternating electrical current with exponential increases in intensity amid each new wave. I could feel physical changes happening all over and inside my body like miniature explosions and shifts at the cellular level as they were spreading throughout every centimeter of my body. It felt like my organs and circulatory system was relocating, followed with concentrated bursts of ecstasy. During the brief pauses in this current onslaught of orgasms and dilated pupils, I kept thinking of how much I had wanted this all my life. That is, if what I thought was happening, really was happening. Thoughts that had been repeated all my life began to stream in. "There is so much more to being female in the way that I was experiencing it. A spiritual side that had never been seen, or rarely if ever even conceived of. So overlooked by most girls and by the self-absorbed, sex crazed, pea brain morons, who have on their minds little more than images of wild sex with girls that they could never have. The opportunity to bare children, to experience all that there is about being female. Hell, most females are identical to their male pea-brain counterparts when it comes to having the slightest clue what it's like to be male, so they deserve each other." I managed to get to the water fountain and started drinking non-stop for several minutes. The stale chlorine tasting water was a welcome sensation; I was dehydrated to the point of feeling dizzy on top of everything else. The water slowed the internal dialogue to a slow roll, making it easier to think of nothing. But they continued. They were so rehearsed that I felt like an actor playing his first major roll. "To know what it was like to experience intrinsic female distinctiveness from a purely male perspective, it requires a "depthmensional" level of understanding that no female I have ever met could even comprehend, much less experience. They take their gift for granted, and then bury themselves in the limitations of it. They were limitations that only existed in their own sloppy mind." These familiar thoughts kept echoing through my mind. I could have had orgasms just thinking about it. In fact, I was having orgasms thinking about it. They were causing this whole thing! "I chose to be born a male with the full intent of changing into a female. It's the stuff of science fiction made real or finally a decent XXX plot!" I laughed out loud at the thought. A powerful electrical wave hit me. I felt my bone structure shift all over my body. It felt like a wave of little pinpricks from head to toe followed by sensations of bone stress. Then a series of pops, followed by another disabling wave of pure warm ecstasy knocked me back down to the bench. It was all that I could do not to vocalize the sheer pain then the intense pleasure being exerted on me simultaneously. Another double wave hit. My jawbone popped and my skull shifted with several other muffled pops and snaps. It didn't hurt as much this time, but it felt very strange, like my face was being distorted, as if being molded by some sort of focused magnetic force. It felt much like the feeling of two very strong magnets when forcing identical ends together. I could feel my teeth moving. My hair felt like it was on fire. My whole body felt as malleable as hot clay. I wanted so much to get up and get somewhere private, but I couldn't. Just as I would start to get up, another orgasmic wave of pure ecstasy or a new electrical punishment, more powerful than the last would strike me, planting me right back down on the bench. I couldn't move and the last wave convinced me that I had no choice but to endure it right here behind a fucking planter on a cement bench. Another huge wave of ecstasy and what felt like some sort of weird foreign energy slammed into my body, like a brief shock. Then a spatial shift of some sort occurred, like I was here, yet somewhere else at the same time. As I looked out from behind the planter in front of me, I saw a very strange sight, the number of people doubled then tripled some even on top of themselves, as if I were viewing them in multiple dimensions at once, each person just slightly different than the other. I saw different versions of expression, and/or slightly different positions in space, or even different colored clothes. Sometimes kids would be there, but other versions would not have them. I felt a thud as my hips and pelvic bones shifted, followed by a loud pop, and my attention was slammed back into my reality. I felt something inside me slipping in an upward and outward direction followed by several internal thumps. There was a flash of intense pain, followed again by pure sexual joy in perfect balance. It was exhausting. I could feel changes deep inside me, along with very stiff inward pulls on my penis and testicles. It felt like they were being split apart vertically and diagonally simultaneously. I could feel something that felt like the skin ripping along the full length of my penis, starting six or more inches inside of me. It was on a predetermined path, but unfortunately, it was like poorly manufactured perforated paper. The pain was incomprehensible, residing momentarily just outside of my maximum limit. Then it was instantly receding to the opposite end of the spectrum, turning into a pleasure cycle just as intense, but twice as long in duration. The knowledge that I was changing and totally allowing this to happen with no resistance kept sending solid waves of pleasure pouring through me like a flood of warm electrified water, reaffirming that my intense desire was real and coming true in this very moment. I could feel the soft tissue of my lips, ears and penis being absorbed and/or re-formed, pulled, then folded or tucked. There was a distinct smell of jasmine, but it was mixed with what smelled like ozone and cinnamon. A pool of what looked like a slightly congealed, translucent, pinkish-yellow fluid was pooling on the floor beneath the bench I was sitting on. My clothes were drenched in it, my body was covered in it, as though I had just jumped into a bath of warm Jell-O. I was hit with what I can only describe as a global body orgasm. When I reached down my pants and felt for where my penis used to start at the base, I felt nothing. The very instant I thought my penis was no longer where it was supposed to be and before I could go further for verification, another "burst orgasm" exploded from inside me so hard that I fell to the floor convulsing. I was barraged repeatedly and the attacks continued to increase in intensity. Each time it was new, with little or no memory of the last. It was all happening now, and only right now, in this moment alone. As I recovered from the last onslaught, I reached down my pants out of a brief sense of panic wanting to check to see what was happening down there. I wondered if I was bleeding or something even more serious, but I stopped as I realized that my pants were at least four sizes too big. My arms were thinner and smooth with very fine hair. My hands were smaller with long delicate well- defined fingers. Everything was covered in a pink goo that was oozing from every pore of my body. I stretched out my arms and noticed I could hyper extend them. It felt good to stretch. Another wave hit and I could feel my ribs, shoulders and collarbone pop and bend, combined with momentary bursts of sharp, deep, agonizing pain. It was as though something was crushing me in separate, yet specific areas all over my body. My feet were curled up in some sort of extreme contortionist spasm and I couldn't feel my toes. Just when I felt I was going to pass out, another overwhelmingly convulsive orgasm wave hit and all the pain was instantly absorbed, blended, and then redistributed. I groaned with the doubling intensity of pure pleasure and extreme pain blended in perfect balance, keeping me fully aware and conscious. It was like an extreme form of pleasure and torture. This went on for over an hour, my body began to feel very different yet completely familiar; half numb and half hypersensitive. There were sensations similar to popping vertebra back into position. It was similar to the feeling of freshly relocated bone sockets after an aggressive chiropractic adjustment, except that it was all over my body. It was odd, because even though all the changes where unfamiliar, it felt like I was changing into exactly how I was supposed to be. My eyes felt different, as though they had been moved back. Or like my nose had changed position, improving my peripheral vision somehow. There was a funny taste in my mouth. It was like blood, mixed with a Snickers candy bar and lightly buttered asparagus. Then I noticed that my hair was soaking in the fluid on the floor. It was pulling on my head and straining the muscles in my neck as I tried to sit up. My hair was three feet longer than it was just twenty minutes before! Three feet of very thick gelatin soaked blond hair was not a familiar sensation for me. I sat up briefly to ring it out not even considering the obviously impossible implications of sudden and drastic hair growth. At this point, as with many points over the past eight months, nothing much surprised me. I learned to take it in stride and ignored the loss of any "learned social continuity." I twisted my now very long hair, hearing the plop, plop sound of partially gelatinized liquid impact the floor. I looked at it wondering what this stuff was, not really caring or expecting an answer and too tired to speculate. Thinking I was going to have another convulsive orgasm at any moment, I shoved my hand into my pants again, feeling for my penis. I was moving my hand back and forth feeling, looking, and then realizing it was gone! My balls and all! I pulled my extremely wet and very loose pants out and away from my body so I could get a better look. There, in the crotch of my pants I saw where all the missing parts went. Now detached from my body, if I am remembering my biology correctly, I saw thin strands of what looked like the vas deferens still attached to my now detached and exposed testis. There was also large pieces of shriveled skin and something that looked like parts of the urethra and other parts of the prostate though I couldn't be sure exactly what was what. There was a grayish discoloration to all of it and chunks of clotted blood mixed in. It was like a gelatinous genital salad. I pulled out a soaked handful of the various remains from my pants, examining it very closely. I felt an impulse to squeeze, so I did. I saw a large lump form in the tube strand attached to one of the now unsheathed testis. Impulsively I used the fingers from my other hand to pinch it lightly just behind the lump and slid it down to the end of the strand catching warm sperm in the palm of my hand. It oozed through my fingers and onto the floor. I became memorized by it. Everything I was doing in that moment was moving in slow motion. There was a compete absence of sensitivity or connection to that mass of stuff in my hand or to the fluid dripping onto the floor. However, there was a strong sense of satisfaction in what I was doing at that moment. Feeling a little grossed out when I awoke from my trance-like state realizing exactly what I was doing, I released the mass with both hands, quickly dropping the various parts into the pool of slime on the floor a few feet away, discarding it both physically and emotionally. The clump of male material made a slapping thud sound as it landed on the hard linoleum floor. Just as it landed the one testis I hadn't squeezed flat, rolled like a miniature football several inches away from the main bundle, stopped by the attached strands of vas deferens and some other sort of membrane. It was a very strange feeling to see all of the male substance, separate from me, lying there on the floor, leaking the remaining fluids into the pool of pinkish goo, so eagerly discarded like bio-waste. I felt that my reaction was a bit unexpected because of my complete lack of concern for the discarded genitalia. It was like a momentary burst of comprehension, and then a slow rolling orgasm of joy and relief as all the remaining fear and apprehension drained out of me. The feelings of panic from my earlier reaction of losing something that had been the center of my sexual identity for so long dissipated and I was left with the feeling of satisfaction and a very welcome feeling of deep excitement. Still excited and extremely curious, I looked down then reached back into my pants to remove any remaining material that was no longer attached to my body. On my way down I started feeling around my newly formed body parts. I felt a warm mass of gooey fluid, soaking in a mound of hair and I forgot all about looking for anything detached and started feeling the results of the last hour plus. There I found a distinct divide between my legs of a perfectly formed vulva. Ever so slowly, I slid my fingers between the soaking wet labia all the way down to my anus, methodically experiencing all the new sensations every centimeter along the way. On the return trip I dragged my fingers very slowly, absorbing every nuance of the feeling of a vagina between my legs, dipping into my vaginal opening briefly, then sliding my finger between my labium while lightly impacting my newly formed and very sensitive clitoris. It sent a whole set of new sensations throughout my entire nervous system to my brain; making me hiss and tremble in an orgasmic flash as my vagina contracted like a vise and I felt a spray of liquid discharge into my already soaked pants. I was overwhelmed by all of these new, yet oddly familiar sensations. I was fully experiencing what had just happened over the last eight months with two hours of orgasms, ecstasy waves and electrical pulses. A huge, self- imposed wave of euphoria hit me as I reveled in the discovery of what had just happened. It was what I had always wanted. It was everything that I had longed for, dreamed about and imagined in finely tuned detail for most of my life. Another burst of ecstasy rolled through me as I looked down. In the shiny wet surface of the floor right in front of me, I saw my reflection in the pinkish goo and I was stunned. The sight made me sit back abruptly to consider what I had just seen. I had become a girl, the most stunning female I had ever seen! The reflection I saw was ageless and beautiful beyond imagination; well, at least beyond my imagination. I had become the girl that I always wanted to be. Realizing again the implications and potentials of this revelation, I grabbed my t-shirt, pulled it out and looked down. "Yes!" I thought out loud, immediately clutching, pressing, and then caressing two very sensitive, but very well defined breasts. Another wave poured over me. Moaning quietly, I focused on a slow indulgent examination of both the familiar and unfamiliar feelings of breasts in my hands. Just a little larger than my hands in size, they were perfect. The feeling was sublime and electrifying! I lightly pinched and rolled my faintly pink nipples between my fingers causing me to groan in ecstasy, my head relaxed backwards as I melted into my body. For the first time in my life I felt complete, realizing again that all was exactly as it should have been. In my moment of purely selfish examination, I noticed a small crowd gathering around looking at me as if I had just popped out of nowhere. It was embarrassing to say the least. They were staring at me with a sort of stunned amazement and bewilderment. There I was, a girl in clothes that were clearly not her own. I was sitting in a pool of slightly congealed translucent- pinkish-yellow-muck, soaked from head to toe. I was totally relaxed, with a pile of testicular bio mass laying a few feet away, and I was feeling myself up in the middle of the third floor promenade at the Mission Mall in San Diego. Not something you see everyday. Not sure at what point they started seeing me; I created a very frantic but serious look on my face and groped around for a moment looking for the car keys, finding them in my goo filled front pocket. Then smiling innocently, I stood up, holding my muck soaked pants by a single belt loop in one hand, with the recovered keys in the other, and sloshed my way back to the escalator as if the event were perfectly understandable and unavoidable, leaving a thick, pinkish-yellow slime trail behind me. The onlookers just stood there; locked in a stunned daze as I made my getaway.

Lisa and Jim were smiling uncontrollably as they left the town hall. "I can't believe we are finally married!" expressed Jim as he held the car door open for his new bride. "I know I'm so happy." replied Lisa. Jim and Lisa had been dating for almost two years. Lisa is a nurse and Jim is a cop. They met one night when Jim had to bring a prisoner in for medical attention. There was an instant attraction between the two of them and they hit it off immediately. They almost never fought and seemed to agree on almost everything, except for one thing, which was their sexual relationship. Lisa refused to have sexual intercourse with Jim. She would do just about everything else, but would not fuck him. This was obviously very frustrating for Jim and they would argue often about it. When Jim would ask Lisa why she wouldn't have sex with him her response was, "Because I want to wait until I'm married for that." Although this was very frustrating for Jim, he tolerated it for a few reasons. The first was because he loved her. The second was because she was beautiful, and the third was because she knew how to make Jim cum and cum hard. She gave such mind bending blow jobs that would make him cum so hard it felt like his cock was going to explode. He couldn't help but think to himself that if her blowjobs were this good, imagine what sex would be like. Plus, Jim was mesmerized by Lisa's sweet pussy. Lisa would let Jim eat her pussy for hours, but she would not let him finger fuck her. She expressed to Jim that it was considered penetration and almost the same thing as sex. Not letting Jim fuck her was Lisa's way of gauging what kind of guy Jim really was. Lisa was no virgin like she told Jim she was. She had been fucked many of times by guys and had been in quite a few serious relationships, but Lisa was now looking for a different kind of guy. She was looking for a guy that would submit too her will. A guy that she could dominate! Her past relationships with men weren't very successful. She was cheated on a few times and just couldn't find a man that would just be all about her, and focus on nothing but her. For the past year and half Lisa was evaluating what kind of man Jim really was. Denying Jim sexual intercourse was a way for Lisa to see if she could get Jim to do what she wanted him to do, and her first impression of Jim seemed to be correct. Jim was about 5"11 tall and weighed about 185 lbs. He had a muscular build and on the outside looked like a tough guy. His tough guy appearance also had to do with the fact that he was a cop and that sort of attitude almost goes with the territory. Although Jim had that tough exterior, Lisa could see that there was a hint of submissiveness in Jim that she was all too eager to explore. As Jim and Lisa drove out of the parking lot of town hall Jim looked over at Lisa sitting in the passenger seat and said, "I can't wait for tonight!" "I have been waiting almost two years to fuck your brains out!" "I know baby," replied Lisa. "You will have me soon, I promise." After about two hours of driving Jim and Lisa arrived at their honeymoon destination. Jim had reserved a villa, which was located at the base of a mountain. The villa overlooked a pristine lake with lots of lush vegetation and trees surrounding it. "Wow its beautiful!" expressed Lisa. "I'm glad you like it." Replied Jim "Let's check out the inside." Lisa said as she walked towards the door. "Wow I'm impressed!" replied Lisa. "You did a great job Jim." "Thanks babe." Jim walked over to Lisa from behind and put his arms around her waist. Lisa could feel Jim grinding his erect cock into her backside. "I want you right now!" Jim moaned in Lisa's ear. "I know you do baby, but you will have to wait a little while longer." "How about you make me dinner tonight Jim?" asked Lisa. "Ahhhhh okay," replied Jim in a shocked voice. "But I thought we were going out to dinner?" Lisa walked over to Jim and rubbed his cock through his pants. "Please baby. I think it would be more romantic if you cooked me dinner." "Ummmm....Okay babe, but I will have to go to the grocery store and pick up some groceries because I didn't bring anything to cook with." "That's okay Jim; I will get ready for you in the mean time." Lisa said as she rubbed his cock again through his pants. "Okay I will be back in an hour," replied Jim. Lisa's plan was now in motion. While Jim was gone she was going to prepare what she needed for the rest of the night. Lisa went and got the special bag that she had packed for the occasion. Inside she had two sets of Jim's handcuffs that she had taken from his work bag, a tube of lubricant, a strap-on dildo, a chastity device and a TENS unit. As she laid the devices out on the bed she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. She couldn't wait to get Jim in the bedroom. After an hour Jim returned with the groceries and cooked dinner for the both of them. When they were finished eating Jim walked over to where Lisa was sitting and began to kiss her neck. 'I want you right now!" Jim whispered in her ear. "I know you do Jim, but you haven't washed the dishes yet." Jim looked at his new wife with a look of amazement. "Dishes?" he replied "Yeah you don't want to leave a mess do you Jim?" replied Lisa "Ummmmm yeah I guess your right." Jim walked over into the kitchen and started washing the dishes. Lisa looked over at Jim washing the dishes and smiled. Her plan of dominating Jim was now in effect and he didn't even know it, but he was doing everything she wanted and she loved it. When Jim was finished he eagerly walked over to where Lisa was sitting. "Okay I'm finished." "Can we go upstairs now?" Without saying a word Lisa took Jim by the hand and they walked upstairs together. When they got upstairs Lisa said to Jim, "Why don't you take a shower and get all clean for me. I will be waiting for you." She said as she sucked on his ear lobe. Jim immediately ran into the bathroom and took a shower. The anticipation of fucking Lisa was killing him. When Jim walked out of the bathroom he found Lisa sitting at the edge of the bed. She had turned down the lights and lit a few candles. "Take that robe off for me baby and come over here," Lisa said Jim took off his rob and dropped it on the ground revealing his erect cock. His heart was beating with excitement as he walked over to Lisa. "Now before I give myself to you Jim I have to ask you a few things that are very important to me. Will you answer me honestly?" "Of course I will baby." Replied Jim "Lay down on the bed Jim." asked Lisa. "Do you promise to take care of me and give me whatever I need Jim?" asked Lisa "Of course I will. Why do you ask?" Replied Jim "I just need to know that you will give me anything that I need from you Jim." "Yes, I will do anything for you Lisa." "You sure about that Jim, because sometimes in a marriage it can be hard to give your partner everything they want from you? That's why a lot of marriages end in divorce, because people aren't willing to give themselves to their partners fully." "I will give you anything you want sweetie." Jim said. "I want to believe you Jim, but how do I really know?" 'Trust me baby, anything you want!" "Okay how about we put that to the test then? Are you willing to prove it too me?" "Yes I am, but how do I do that?" "Well I have a few things in mind Jim." "What would that be?" Jim questioned. Lisa rolled over and opened the drawer to the night stand. She took out the two pairs of handcuffs she had taken from Jim's work bag. She straddled Jim with the handcuffs in her hands and said, "Do you trust me?" "Ummmm yes I do, but why the handcuffs?" "It's all about trust Jim." Lisa said as she attached one of his hands to the best post. "See Jim, most guys just don't want to do their part in a marriage." Lisa said a she attached his other hand to the bedpost. "They expect the woman to do everything, cook, clean, take care of the kids." "Your not like that right Jim?" asked Lisa. "No I'm not," replied Jim. "Most guys are like that because their roles in a marriage aren't set from the beginning and they begin to take advantage of their wives. I want to make sure that doesn't happen to us Jim. You understand?" "Uhhhhh I think so." Replied Jim. "That's good Jim, now lets get started." Lisa started to caress Jim's now flaccid cock and it immediately sprang too life. She enveloped Jim's cock into her mouth and slowly started to suck on the head. "Ohhhhh that feels sooooooo good. Don't stop!" moaned Jim. Jim was so horny from thinking about fucking Lisa's pussy all day that a drop of precum already emerged from the tip of his cock. Jim started to buck his hips as his orgasm started to build. Lisa saw that Jim was close to cumming and stopped sucking his cock. "Not yet baby, it's not time for you too cum." Lisa opened the drawer to the night stand again and took out the chastity device that she had purchased. "What the hell is that thing?" asked Jim. "It's a chastity device." replied Lisa. 'When I put this on your cock you won't be able too cum or get your dick hard." "Whaaaaaaa.....Why?' stuttered Jim "Because pleasuring your cock and cumming is a reward you haven't earned yet Jim." "Remember you said you would do anything for me? You aren't going to break your promise to me are you Jim?" "Uhhh...... No I'm not going to break my promise, but you didn't say anything about this type of stuff." "It's all about giving, remember Jim? If you give too me, I will give to you. I promise." "Oooookay." Replied Jim with the sound of uncertainty in his voice. "That's a good boy," replied Lisa as she attached the chastity device to Jim's cock. "There we go. Now, I know you are dying to cum Jim, so I am going to allow you too cum. It's time to drain those balls." Lisa rolled over to the night stand and got the TENS unit and the tube of lubricant from the drawer. "Jim, this is called a TENS unit. It sends mild electrical pulses through the body. I use this at work on patients that have arthritis; it can prevent pain messages from being transmitted to the brain and raises the level of endorphins, which are natural pain killers." "But I don't have arthritis, so what are you going to do with that?" asked Jim. Lisa began to attach the electrodes to the underside of Jim's balls. "Well Jim, I told you that I was going to let you cum right? What I didn't tell you was how I was going to make you cum. Have you ever heard of a prostate massage?" "Ahhhhh yeah I have, but there is no way that you are doing that too me." "UNTIE ME!" "NOW JIM," Lisa said in a stern voice, "Didn't we just discuss this?" "Now, you made a promise too me and I expect that you keep it!" "Understand?" Jim was taken back by the sternness in his wife's voice. She had never raised her voice at him before and he didn't want to upset her. "Yes I understand." Replied Jim "Good, now I am going to give you a nice prostate massage, so that we can milk that cum out of you. Since you have never had anything in your ass before you might feel some discomfort, so what I want to you to do is to concentrate on the pulses from the TENS unit pulsating through your balls. This should take your mind off of what I am doing. Got it Jim?" "Yes, I got it." replied Jim. "Now close your eyes, put your head back on the pillow and spread your legs nice and wide for me Jim and remember, concentrate on the pulses." Lisa turned the TENS unit to the lowest setting and then switched it on. Lisa watched as Jim's balls and cock started to slowly pulsate. After waiting a few minutes for Jim to get used to the sensation, Lisa turned the unit up a notch. Jim's cock and balls now had a nice steady pulse going through them. "How's that baby?" asked Lisa. "uhhhhhhhh okay I guess, it feels kind of weird." "I know it does, but just relax and concentrate on the pulses." Lisa took the tube of lubricant and coated her index finger with it. She then took a generous amount and coated Jim's asshole with it. When Jim felt the cold lubricant touch his asshole he immediately tried to close his legs and move away, but Lisa was sitting in between his legs, so Jim could not close them. "Don't be scared baby," Lisa said in a soft caring voice. "You are going too love it, I promise." When Jim heard Lisa's soft reassuring voice, he relaxed a little and spread his legs. Lisa began to spread the lubricant around Jim's asshole. Slowly she rubbed the outside of his asshole with her index finger, so that he would get used to the sensation. As she rubbed the outside of his asshole she began to slowly apply pressure to her index finger until her finger started to make its way past Jim's tight sphincter. Slowly her finger penetrated deeper and deeper into Jim's asshole until she had the tip of her index finger in Jim's ass. Jim inhaled deeply as she did this. "Shhhhhhh, you are doing great baby." Reassured Lisa. "Just concentrate on the pulses." She said as she sank her finger all the way into Jim's ass. Slowly she withdrew her finger out of Jim's ass until just the tip was in, and then she slowly sank it back all the way in. She could feel Jim tightening up around her finger trying to squeeze out the intruder in his ass. She loved that he was trying to fight it and that there was nothing he could do to stop her. It gave her such a feeling of power. Slowly she finger fucked him like this for a while, so that he could get used to the feeling. After she felt Jim loosen up a little she began to insert another finger. As she did this she could see the expression on Jim's face change and he began to try and wither away. Quickly she put a hand on Jim's chest and began to reassure him. "Almost there baby, just a little more. I promise." "Hang in there for me. We are almost done" As Jim stopped squirming, Lisa began to massage his prostate with both fingers. Lisa was no beginner at this, she had done it before to some of her ex-boyfriends and knew exactly how to milk the cum out of Jim. Slowly she rubbed his prostate gland, varying the pressure each time. After a few minutes Lisa could see some precum forming at the tip of Jim's cock through the clear plastic of Jim's chastity device and gradually began to increase the pressure on Jim's prostate as she rubbed it. Jim began to moan. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh that feels weird." Jim stuttered as cum started to slowly ooze from his cock. "Let that cum out baby!" Lisa cooed Lisa knew that Jim wasn't really feeling much pleasure from the prostate milking, because the real feeling of pleasure comes from the stimulation of a man's cock. The milking was a way to make a man cum without providing a lot of pleasure. It was in fact a way to exert control over a man and Lisa was loving it. Watching the cum ooze out of Jim's cock against his will, while his cock was locked in the chastity device was making Lisa's pussy soaking wet! Lisa continued the prostate massage until every last drop of cum was drained from Jim's balls. Slowly she withdrew her fingers from Jim's ass and turned off the TENS unit. She got up from in between Jim's legs and straddled his chest. "Ohhhhh that made me soooooooo horny!" Lisa whispered in Jim's ear. "Look how wet I am," she said as she grinded her dripping wet pussy on Jim's chest. Jim moaned as he felt his wife grind her drenched pussy on his chest. Her pussy was leaving wet streaks across his chest. "I need you right now!" Jim moaned. "I know you do, and you will have me soon. I promise" "Just as soon as you pass a few more tests for me, you can have my pussy all night!" "More tests?" Jim questioned "What tests?" "For get that right now. Don't you want your reward for being such a good boy tonight?" "Yes I do!" "Good. Then I'm going to give it too you." Lisa undid Jim's handcuffs and started to grind her drenched pussy on his face. "Eat my pussy baby!" Jim eagerly started to lick Lisa's sweet pussy. She was so wet that her pussy juices started to run down Jim's cheeks, and his face was soon drenched with Lisa's sweet nectar. Jim eagerly lapped away at the sweet nectar running down from Lisa's pussy. Jim alternated tongue fucking her and licking her now swollen clit. Lisa was now bucking her hips as her orgasm was building. "Yeah that's it Jim, lick my dirty pussy!" she screamed as she got closer and closer to orgasm. After a few more minutes of Jim's relentless clit licking, Lisa began too cum all over Jim's face. "Ohhhh god that feels so fucking good!" Lisa screamed as cum oozed out of her pussy. Lisa collapsed on the bed on the side of Jim. "That was great baby, I love you." Lisa said as she caressed Jim's face. "Did you enjoy yourself?" asked Lisa. "Ummmmm Yeah I did!" Jim replied. Lisa knew that Jim was probably just telling her what she wanted to hear and he probably didn't derive much pleasure from his milking, but she had the feeling that he took a little pleasure in submitting to her. She would know soon enough if Jim was going to accept his new role or not. "Okay I'm going to take off your chastity device now, so you can go and clean yourself up. You are not to masturbate in the shower. Do you understand?" asked Lisa "I won't, I promise." Replied Jim "Okay good, because if you do I won't give you what you want." "I promise I will be good." Replied Jim Lisa smiled when she heard these words coming out of Jim's mouth. She knew that he was submitting! "Good, that's what I like to hear Jim." "There is also an enema in the bathroom that I bought for you. Please use it." Jim gave her a puzzled look. "It's too clean out the lube that I used on you earlier. I'm a nurse remember. I know what needs to be done." "Yeah, you are probably right." Jim said as he walked into the bathroom. Lisa smiled as Jim disappeared in the bathroom. The enema wasn't too clean out the lube like she had told him; it was to prepare him for what was too come. When Jim emerged from the bathroom Lisa was standing by the bed. "Come here Jim and let me put the chastity back on, so you aren't tempted to play while I'm asleep." Jim walked slowly over to Lisa and Lisa reattached the device. "It's for your own good Jim, trust me." Lisa said as she got into bed. "Will you unpack my bags for me and put my clothes away please. You are the best," she said as she turned to go to sleep. As she turned to her side she listened for Jim's next move. She could feel Jim staring at her back pondering what to do, but after a minute or two she heard Jim go to work unpacking her suite case and putting her clothes away. She smiled and whispered to herself, "He's almost mine!" The next morning she awoke and found Jim sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. "I made you some breakfast." Jim said as he saw his new wife enter the room. "Wow it looks good," replied Lisa. As Lisa sat down and started to eat her breakfast she couldn't help but smile at the whole situation. She had to ask. "So what did you think of last night?' she asked. "It took a little getting used too, but I survived." Jim said as he laughed. "I want to make you happy, so I will do whatever it takes." "Awwww your so sweet Jim," replied Lisa. 'So what "test" do you have planned for me today?" "Anxious to get started are we?" laughed Lisa "Babe, if I don't get too fuck your pussy soon I'm going to lose my mind!" said Jim "I want to finish up these little tests that you have in mind, so I can prove myself to you and get what I want." "Well, let's get started then!" said Lisa She took Jim by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. "Take off your clothes and lay on your stomach for me baby." Lisa said as she caressed the side of his head. Lisa attached Jim's hands to the bedposts with the handcuffs again. "You don't need to handcuff me baby, I'm not going anywhere." "I know you aren't, but I like the handcuffs they are a turn on." replied Lisa. Lisa hadn't originally planned for what she was going to do next, but since Jim was being such a willing slave she figured she would capitalize on the situation. Lisa went over to Jim's dresser and took the belt off of his pants. She went into the bathroom and got the bottle of baby oil that she usually uses to keep her legs soft and moist. She began to apply the baby oil all over Jim's back and ass and started to give him a full body massage. "Oh that feels great," moaned Jim. "I will do as many as these kinds of tests that you want me to do." He said laughing "This isn't one of your tests baby, I'm just getting you ready for the test." Lisa stood up and grabbed the belt she had taken off Jim's pants. She held the belt by the buckle and swung the hard black leather across Jim's back. Whaaaaaaack!! "Owwwwwwwww yelped Jim! What was fuck was that?" he screamed. "Your belt!" replied Lisa. "This is part of your test" She said in a firm voice as she gave Jim another lash across his ass cheek. "That friggin hurts!" Grunted Jim. "Come one Jim, be a tough guy and let's see how many you can take." "Your tough right?" asked Lisa "Yeah I am!" replied Jim "Okay good! Now I want you to try and count how many I give you Okay?" "If you get it right I will you finger fuck my pussy tonight! You want that right Jim?" "Oh god you know I do Lisa!" "Okay good. Now let's get started. Oh and Jim, no talking during this okay?" "If you disobey you won't get your surprise!" Jim nodded his head. "Good boy!" Lisa cooed. "Such a good listener." Lisa wound up and gave Jim some good firm swats across his back. Whackkkkkkkk! Whackkkkkkkkk! Whackkkkkkkkk! Jim had his head buried in the pillow trying to fight the pain. Lisa had spread the baby oil across his back and ass because she knew that the baby oil would help to magnify the pain. Whackkkkkkkkk! Whackkkkkkkkk! Whackkkkkkkkk! She was amazed that Jim was taking her punishment so well, but she didn't want to push him too far too fast, so after about twenty lashes with the belt she stopped and sat next to Jim. Jim picked his head off of the pillow and his eyes were a little watery. "Oh you did so well baby! I'm so proud of you!" Lisa said in a soft voice. "Thh......aaaank You!" Jim managed to spurt out. "You want your reward now?" questioned Lisa. "Yes I do!" replied Jim. Lisa undid Jim's handcuffs, so Jim could sit up on the bed. "You are passing your tests with flying colors Jim; I can't tell you how happy this makes me. By tomorrow night you will have my pussy to fuck!" "We are going to make a great couple right Jim?" "Yes we are baby!" replied Jim Lisa laid down on the bed and said, "Finger fuck my pussy baby!' Jim was so excited to finally be able to finger his wife's cunt! It had been almost two years and he hadn't been able to do ever do this before. Lisa was already soaking wet, so Jim's finger slid effortlessly into her pussy. Lisa let out a long moan "ahhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeahhhhhhh!" Jim rubbed Lisa's clit with one hand and finger fucked her with the other. Jim then slid another finger into Lisa's pussy and she started to buck her hips in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh Yeah just like that Jim! Finger fuck my pussy!" moaned Lisa. After hearing Lisa moan in ecstasy Jim started to really pound her pussy with both fingers. Slamming them in Lisa's now dripping wet cunt. Lisa's pussy was tight and Jim could feel her pussy muscles clenching around his fingers. "Oh god!" "Oh God"! screamed Lisa! Bucking her hips wildly. After a few minutes of Jim pounding Lisa's pussy with his fingers and rubbing her clit at the same time, Lisa started to shudder as her pussy exploded in orgasm! "Oh god that was great!" Lisa muttered as she tried to catch her breath. "Yeah I have been waiting for that for a long time!" replied Jim. "I know you have." "Did you enjoy yourself?" "Oh god you know I did Lisa, but it made me even hornier!" "I need to cum sooooo fucking bad right now it's not even funny!" "Can you please take this chastity off?" "I know you need to cum baby, but you still have one more test to go. Just one more I promise." "Well let's get this damn test over already, so I can fuck your brains out!" "Okay Jim, since you have been such a good boy with all of this I will make you a deal." "What kind of deal?" questioned Jim Lisa went over to the night stand, opened the drawer and took out the strap-on dildo. "What the fuckkkkkkkk!" Jim stuttered. "This is your final test Jim. I want to fuck you in the ass! I want to watch you take it for me!" "Lisa, there is no way I am going to do this! I'm not friggin gay!" Lisa went over and sat next to Jim on the bed. "Jim, this doesn't make you gay! You're either gay or not gay, you don't just turn gay one day. Besides, you love pussy don't you?" "You know I love pussy!" replied Jim. "See then there is nothing to worry about! Besides, you haven't heard the deal yet. There is a chance you won't even have to do this for me." "What's the deal?' asked Jim "Well, I'm going to give you my pussy! If you can last more than five minutes without cumming, you won't have to go through the final test." Jim's eyes were wide open. "Five minutes? Hell yeah I can do that!" Jim blurted out! "So it's a deal?' Asked Lisa? "Hell yeah!" replied Jim. "Okay then, let's take that chastity off of you." Lisa removed Jim's chastity and his cock immediately began too rise. "Looks like somebody is excited huh Jim? Don't get too excited now and finish too soon!" Lisa said with a slight smirk. "Don't worry I got this!" said Jim in a confident voice. Lisa pushed Jim down on the bed and straddled his chest. "You ready for my pussy baby?" Lisa asked and she slid her wet pussy on Jim's cock. "Fuck yeah!" replied Jim Lisa lifted Jim's cock off of his body and slowly slid it in her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh god that feels so fucking good!" moaned Jim as his head fell back on the pillow. Slowly Lisa fucked Jim's swollen rock hard cock. Each time she slid her pussy up and down his cock she could see by Jim's facial expressions that he was trying to fight his impending orgasm. She knew that after almost two years without sex, plus the use of the chastity device that there was no way he was going to last even two minutes, let alone five. After a minute of slowly milking his cock with her pussy she bent down towards Jim's head and started whispering in his ear. "You like how my pussy feels don't you?" "So fucking hot and dripping wet for you! You feel my pussy dripping down your hard cock?" Lisa could see that this was sweet torture for Jim and knew he was ready to explode! She slid Jim's cock all the way out of her pussy so just the sensitive head of his cock was still in, and slowly fucked just the head of Jim's cock with her pussy. This sent Jim into another world and he started to flood Lisa's pussy with hot sticky cum. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Jim grunted as he came in Lisa's pussy. With an evil smirk on her face Lisa climbed off Jim's cock and lay next to him on the bed. "Wow that was great!" expressed Jim "I knew your sweet pussy was worth waiting for!" "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Jim, but you realize you only lasted three minutes right?" Jim looked over at the clock on the night stand. "Oh fuck!" he blurted out! "It's not my fault! I haven't had sex in almost two years!" "You agreed to the deal Jim, so now you have to keep your end of the deal." "I'm sorry." He said in a low almost ashamed voice. "Its okay baby!" replied Lisa as she caressed his back. Lisa walked over to the nightstand and began to secure the straps of the strap-on to her waist. She had purchased a 9" realistic looking dildo for the occasion. She walked back over to where Jim was sitting at the edge of the bed. Jim's facial expression was one of shock. "Buuuu.......tttt that's too big! It's going to hurt!" complained Jim. "You are going to do just fine Jim, don't worry. It will feel good once you get used to it." "Now lay down on your back. I'm going to fuck you missionary style." Jim hesitantly lay on the bed and Lisa attached his hands to the bed posts with the handcuffs that were still dangling there from earlier. Lisa then put two pillows under Jim's back so that she could have better access to his asshole. Lisa picked up the tube of lubricant from the night stand and started to rub it on her cock. As she lubed up her plastic cock she looked directly into Jim's eyes. She could see the fear in his eyes building and she loved it! "Spread your legs nice and wide for me baby." She took a glob of lube and smeared it on Jim's asshole. "Ready baby?" "Ummm... I'm scared." "Its okay baby, just relax your ass and it won't hurt. If you clench up it is going to hurt a lot." Lisa positioned the head of the strap-on at the opening of Jim's asshole and started to firmly apply pressure. Slowly the head of the strap-on started to penetrate Jim's ass and he inhaled sharply as the head disappeared into his ass. Lisa paused for a moment so that Jim could get used to size. "Relax baby, Relax! You're clenching up! I can feel it" "I can't help it! It fucking hurts!" whined Jim. "I know it does, but you want to make me happy don't you Jim?" "Yeahhhhhhhh......I do!" Jim stuttered as he tried to fight the pain in his ass. "I got the head in you Jim, you are doing great. Just eight more inches to go baby!" Lisa put her hands on Jim's inner thighs and slowly, inch-by-inch she slid the strap-on deeper and deeper into Jim's ass. Lisa could feel Jim's legs quivering as she impaled him deeper and deeper. "That's it baby, don't try and fight it. Just let it happen. Open your ass for me." Lisa almost had the whole nine inches buried in Jim's ass and her pussy was dripping down her legs at the sight of her new husband submitting to her! Jim let out a long moan as she drove the rest of the strap-on into his ass. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "There we go baby, it's all the way in now! You are being such a good boy!" "I know it hurts baby, but I'm doing this for your own good. Until you feel what us women have to go through for you men, you won't be able to appreciate us. You understand right?" Lisa questioned as she began to slowly fuck Jim's ass. "Ohhhhh god yes I understand. Please no more." "Shhhhhhhhh Jim, no more talking now. I want you to be quiet. Just lay there and take it. I will stop when you cum, so the sooner you cum the sooner this will be over." Lisa smiled as Jim obediently put his head back down on the pillow. She watched as Jim pulled at his restraints and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head every time she drove the strap-on deep into his ass. She loved the feeling of power that the strap-on gave her! Slowly she began to pick up the pace as she fucked Jim, and as she did she could see a drop of precum forming at the tip of Jim's now half erect cock. "Oh look at the cum oozing from your cock baby!" "That's making me so fucking horny!" Lisa moaned as she continued to relentlessly fuck Jim's ass. "I love watching this cock slide in and out of your tight ass!" "You are taking it so well!" Cum continued to ooze out of Jim's cock until a pool of it had collected under his cock. Satisfied that Jim's balls were now drained of all his cum she slowly pulled the strap-on out of Jim's ass. She loosened Jim's restraints and sat next to him on the bed. "That made me so happy Jim! I love you!" Lisa said as she caressed Jim's head. "I love you too, replied Jim!" Lisa smiled and knew that she had found her perfect man!

Dee picked up the post off the doormat and was intrigued by the hand written envelope addressed to her and her husband. She opened it and was pleasantly surprised to see it was an invitation to a wedding. One of her nieces was getting married and her and husband Andy were invited. Dee's first reaction was what a great excuse to buy a new dress and hat. The wedding was in a couple of months' time and it gave Dee an opportunity to have a nice girly time browsing round the town's dress shops. She opted for a purple figure hugging dress with a fairly low cut top, a lighter purple hat and a white shawl. Although the wedding was being held in Gloucestershire where they lived they decided to stay in the hotel where the reception was being held so that they could have a few drinks and not worry about driving home afterwards. As she and Andy started getting dressed for the wedding she couldn't decide whether she should wear stockings and suspender belt with her white knickers or her sheer waist high tights and no knickers. She opted for the stockings and suspenders particularly as they were staying the night and she thought that she might be able to persuade Andy to have sex there. She was finding that as time went on he didn't want as much sex as she did. As she sat at the dressing room table and put on her make up she admired herself in the mirror. She thought not bad for a 50 year old who's been married for 30 odd years. She put on her deep red lipstick that she knew Andy liked and made her feel more feminine along with her mascara and eye shadow. She brushed her shoulder length brunette hair. Being a hairdresser, as usual her hair looked immaculate. Andy looked smart in his suit and tie and they set off for the wedding. It was quite a while since they had seen many members of the family and they were both looking forward to meeting up with everyone again at such a happy occasion. The wedding was in a village church and afterwards all the guests made their way to a local hotel where the reception was being held and Dee and Andy were staying the night. Andy and Dee spent quite a while chatting to family members they hadn't seen for many years. Soon it was time to eat and Andy and Dee found their places on the table plan. They were seated at a round table of eight people. Some were already seated when they sat down. As Dee sat chatting to another relative, she heard the chair beside her being pulled out. Someone sat down and said, 'Hello Auntie Dee,' Dee turned round and saw a very good looking young lad. She thought for a few moments and then said, 'It's Jason, isn't it, god I haven't seen you since, well I'm not sure when.' 'Just don't say, why you've grown,' he said and laughed. 'They chatted for a while and then Dee said, 'So what are you up to right now,' 'Well right now auntie, I'm admiring your gorgeous big tits,' he said. Dee laughed and said, 'I'm not sure you should be saying that to your auntie.' 'I'm only telling you the truth, you've got great tits from what I can see of them,' he replied. Dee was surprised at his comments but also flattered that someone as good looking and as young as him could think and actually say that to her. Dinner was served and the wine started flowing and everyone was chatting to each other. Suddenly Dee felt Jason's legs against hers. She moved her leg away and carried on chatting. A moment or two later and his leg was again rubbing against hers. She couldn't move any further away so this time she turned round and he just had this cheeky grin on his face. 'Jason what are you doing,' she said. 'I think you're really sexy, I fancy you and want to fuck you,' he replied. Dee was shocked first at what he said and then by the word he used. Even Andy didn't say he wanted to fuck her. 'Jason, you must not talk to me like that, I'm your auntie and old enough to be your mother,' Dee replied. 'I know and I'm old enough to know that I want to fuck you,' he replied. Dee was stunned and didn't know what to say, but secretly she was also flattered that such a good looking lad of his age could say something like that to her. She carried on chatting to the others at the table but found her mind wandering back to what Jason had just said. She thought to herself, this can't be happening to me, I am definitely feeling moist between the legs. Then she felt his hand on her thigh. She let him carry on for a while. It felt as if he was stroking her leg. Dee turned round to Jason but didn't stop him and said, 'What are you doing now?' 'I'm trying to feel if you're wearing suspenders and stockings,' he replied. Dee smiled and said, 'And why's that?' 'Well,' he replied, 'If you're wearing stockings and suspenders when I fuck you all I've got to do is pull your knickers to the side and I'll be able to slip my huge cock inside you, whereas if you're wearing tights I'll have to take them down,' 'Oh Jason, you really are terrible. And have you decided what I am wearing?' Dee said. 'No, but either you can tell me or let me carry on rubbing your leg until I work it out.' he replied. 'I'm wearing stockings and suspenders with white silky knickers, but you'll have to trust I'm telling you the truth because you're never going to see them or fuck me.' Dee replied. This was unusual for Dee because she never used that word. Jason was taken aback but said, 'You don't know what you're missing, have you ever had a 9 inch cock pounding in and out of your pussy and cumming 2 or 3 times,' 'Don't exaggerate,' she replied. 'I'm not exaggerating, I'll show you later,' Jason replied. Everyone finished their meal and listened to the speeches and still Jason stroked his auntie's leg under the table. By now she had drunk a few glasses of wine and was feeling quite mellow and in fact was by now quite enjoying it. Cunningly Jason had managed to lift Dee's dress somewhat and soon was stroking the top of her stocking. He figured that soon he would reach the bare part of her thigh between the stocking top and her knickers. Dee was very aware of what he was doing and made no attempt to stop him. The speeches finished and the DJ started playing music. Suddenly lots of people were on the dance floor. Dee fancied a dance and grabbed Andy's hand and pulled him up to dance. They enjoyed the first dance and then the next one was a slow smoochy one. Dee draped her arms round Andy's neck and pulled him tight to her. The effects of the wine were really getting to her and she whispered in his ear, 'I'm feeling really horny and wearing your favourite stockings and white silky knickers why don't we sneak up to the bedroom and all you've got to do is pull my knickers to one side and slip your cock deep inside my pussy and fuck me,' Andy was taken aback as his wife never said things like that. He said, 'I thought we could do that when we went to bed.' She replied, 'We could do it now and when we go to bed,' 'No, someone will notice we're missing and wonder where we are, anyway since when have I managed to do it twice in such a short space of time,' Andy replied. Dee was really disappointed, she was feeling really horny and Andy turned her down. She took her arms from around his neck and stormed off the dance floor. When she got back to her seat Jason could see she was upset. 'What's the matter auntie?' he asked. 'Your uncle, he's the matter,' Dee replied and grabbed Jason's hand and said, 'You'll dance with me.' She led him to the dance floor and danced in a slow smoochy way although not as close as with Andy. After a couple of minutes she felt Jason's hands on the bum pulling her tightly towards him. She didn't resist and he said, 'Auntie can you feel my hard on pressing against you?' Dee didn't reply as she pushed closer to him. Soon she was rubbing herself against him. She hoped nobody could see but she was so horny that it didn't bother her if they did. The dance finished and they went back to the table. Andy was still engrossed in conversation with a friend. They say down and immediately Jason took his auntie's hand and put it on his trousers where she could feel his erect cock. Dee ran her fingers along the shaft and was astonished at the length of it. She realised then that she wanted it and said, 'Well do you still want to fuck me?' Jason didn't need to reply, his cock throbbing cock spoke for him. Dee said, 'I'm in room 221, give me a few minutes and come up.' Dee turned to Andy and said, 'I think I've had too much wine, I'm just going up to the room for half an hour.' She got up and walked out of the room. Jason's eyes followed her and he couldn't take his eyes of her seemed stockings and high heel shoes. Dee got to the room and was very horny indeed. She went to the bathroom and put on fresh lipstick. She was going to take her knickers off but wanted Jason to do what he said he was going to. As soon as Jason knocked on the door Dee pulled it open. He stepped in the room and she clamped her deep red lips tight against his. His lips parted and her tongue flicked into his mouth. Her hand went straight to his crotch and felt his hard cock. Dee wanted it everywhere and anywhere -- in her cunt, in her mouth and in her ass. If he really could cum three times he could cum in all of those welcoming holes. Jason reached behind his auntie's back and unzipped her expensive purple dress. She let it fall to the ground and stepped out of it. He then bent down and sucked his auntie's erect nipples. 'Bite them,' she pleaded with him as she undid his trousers and pulled down his underpants. She looked down and was astonished at the size of his cock. He was right it was huge. Jason led his auntie to the bed and she lay down. 'Open your legs,' he demanded. Dee did exactly as her nephew wanted. Jason crawled on the bed and started licking his way up her stocking clad legs. Soon he reached the bare part above the stocking top. He could smell his auntie's pussy juices. He looked up and said, 'Auntie, your knickers are very wet.' Dee replied, 'I know, my cunt juices are soaking them, I need to cum, please lick my cunt or fuck me.' Jason edged his face closer to auntie's pussy. Then he was licking her knickers, he licked up and down the while length of her pussy. Dee pulled his head towards her and started grinding her cunt against his face. She knew she was about to cum when suddenly he stopped licking her and pushed his huge cock toward her opening. He did exactly what he said he was going to do. He pushed her knickers to the side and placed his cock at her opening. Dee felt her nephews cock pushing against her wet cunt lips. They parted easily and Jason's cock started sliding in her. Immediately she realised it was a lot thicker then her husband Andy's. She also knew it was lot longer and she wondered how much she could take. She was amazed as he went further and further in and then slowly withdrew and then plunged it right in. Dee shouted out with pleasure as her young nephew continued to fuck her. She loved the way he filled her up. She had never had anything as large as his cock inside her. Even her trusty dildo didn't fill her like Jason's cock did. Soon Dee's orgasm was nearing as she pushed herself up to meet his downward thrust. She managed to stifle a scream as her huge throbbing orgasm crashed through her body. Jason realised his auntie had cum but continued fucking her. He was soon getting to the point of no return and although he had thought about contraception vaguely earlier in the evening he was simply going to shoot his spunk deep inside his auntie. But before Jason could cum, Dee felt her second orgasm nearing and she managed to cum again just before she felt the throb and ejaculation of Jason deep inside her cunt. Jason collapsed on top his auntie and his cock which was still erect was still deep inside her. After a few minutes recovering Jason asked, 'can you cum again because I can.' Dee replied, 'Give me a few minutes and I'm sure I can.' Jason slipped out of his auntie's wet and hot pussy and lay beside her. He felt her hands on his cock slowly rubbing up and down his shaft. He reached over and started playing with his auntie's pussy. Soon they were both aroused and ready for more action. Jason said, 'Auntie I want to fuck you in the ass, I'll be gentle I promise.' Dee enjoyed gentle anal sex but had never experienced anything of his size but was so aroused she would do anything. They stood up and Dee bent over the back of an armchair. She parted her legs and as Jason came up behind her he loved the site of her seemed stockings and high heel shoes. Again he pushed her stained knickers aside and eased his cock towards her auntie's other hole. He eased it gently in and found it very tight but when he rubbed some of her pussy juices and his spunk that was dripping out of her cunt round the opening to lubricate it his cock started to slide in. He was so gentle to start with and he reached round the front of his auntie and fingered her pussy and clit. Dee was getting more and more aroused and she found herself pushing back to meet his thrusts. She didn't know how much of his cock she was taking but with each thrust she was getting more and more aroused. With Jason rubbing her clit she realised that her next orgasm was not far away. Her orgasm, although her third of the night was as intense as the others. The tightness of his auntie's ass soon had Jason cumming deep inside her. He withdrew and Dee was pleased as it was starting to get a little sore. Soon she felt her nephew's cum dribbling out of her arse and onto the back of her legs. Again they relaxed and recovered on the bed. Jason said, 'Auntie can I ask you a really big favour?' 'What is it,' she replied. 'Will you suck me off and let me cum in your mouth,' he replied. 'Sure, just have a wash, I'd love to,' his aunt replied. Jason hurried to the bathroom and washed thoroughly. Dee in the meantime put on some more of her deep red lipstick. As he walked back his erection was clear for Dee to see and she wondered how she had managed to take in her cunt and ass. Dee sat on the edge of the bed and Jason stood in front of his auntie. His erect cock sticking straight out Dee moved her head forward and took his cock in her mouth. She clamped her lipstick covered lips round the head and started sucking. She used one hand to squeeze his balls and the other one gently fingered his ass. Dee loved the cock in her mouth as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. Then she stopped fingering his ass and started wanking his cock. Along with the sucking action of her lips she soon had her nephew ready to shoot his load deep into her mouth. Dee was now wildly sucking and wanking her nephew's cock desperate to taste his cum. Suddenly Jason was calling out, 'Oh auntie, suck me wank me, oh yes its wonderful, I'm cumming, I'm cumming.' As she felt the tell tale throbbing Dee just kept on sucking and soon she felt spurt after spurt of hot spunk hit the back of her throat. She made sure she didn't swallow any as she wanted to savour the taste and texture of it. They lay down again and Dee played with the spunk in her mouth and eventually swallowed it. They decided that should go back to the party and Dee was just about to wash herself and Jason said, 'Let me lick your cunt.' Although Dee had cum three times she couldn't resist Jason's request and she stood in front of him. She held her pussy lips apart and Jason teased her with his tongue by slowing running it up and down the full length of her pussy. Soon Jason found her clit and as he flicked his tongue over the little hard bud Dee felt another orgasm growing. She pulled his head hard against her and ground her pussy against his head. Her orgasm, a little less intense than others still gave her that wonderful feeling that she adored so much. Now it really was time to return to the party. They dressed and Dee could still feel her nephew's cum slowly dribbling out of her two holes onto her white stained panties. Jason went back first and Dee followed shortly afterwards. Andy asked if she felt better and she said that she did. When the party finished Dee and Andy went back to their room. Dee knew that Andy would want sex and she knew she would have to agree but fortunately for her he was too drunk and fell asleep while she was in the bathroom. Dee had a restless night thinking about the pleasure Jason had given her. At breakfast they saw each other and as Andy chatted to someone they exchanged phone numbers and emails. Everyone departed after breakfast but not before Jason and Dee had managed a secretive kiss. Dee thought a lot about what had happened and didn't expect to hear from him again and was surprised when a couple of days later she got he following email. It read: My Dear Slutty Auntie Just wanted to say how much I enjoyed fucking you the other evening and want to do it again. I have booked a hotel room for the afternoon the day after tomorrow. I am already hard thinking about you and although I want to have a wank I will wait until I can cum all over your beautiful face and in your cunt. The room is booked from 1.30, please wear the same slutty white knickers, high heel shoes and suspenders. Yours very horny and hard Jason Dee read with it excitement. She liked being called slutty and the thought of all that pleasure and cum in and on her convinced that this was an appointment she would definitely take. _Read chapter 2 soon where Jason gives Dee so much pleasure that she cannot say no to anything he wants and when he suggests one of his friend join them Dee just agrees to let them do whatever they want to her._

_FOREWORD_ During 2002, Literotica.com challenged volunteer writer's to create stories for as many story categories as possible. This chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before. I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of very erotic reading that will appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for anyone visiting Literotica. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it'll occasionally flirt mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category. Many of these chapters could go into many different Literotica story categories. Many of these chapters could be submitted as First Time, Erotic Couplings, Lesbian, OR Incest. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. Yet the sex comes about in reaction to female induced arousal. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a straight, bi, or gay reader could relate to and enjoy this chapter. Chapters 2~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between sister's. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. LOL Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people. By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes. Thank you. W_S This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * Chapter 1 - Two Young Friends Grow Up Together Both young adults now, Jim and I have been best friends since we were 7-years old. Most of our hanging out has always with each other, though we both had and have a couple other friends. Our being friends is not surprising when you learn our family farms were the only families with kids close enough to each other to walk or bike to for a visit. We lived in a very large Midwest county, filled with very large farms, but very small communities. Our farm was over 500 acres, Jim's family had more than 800. His Dad had added a brother's land when he gave up farming for a factory job near Chicago, and a regular paycheck. Ours was a poor county, but it had little poverty. The rich people were in Battle Creek, Michigan. You know them, the suits who charge you $4 for a box of cereal that's half air. The ones who think the farmer should get pennies per bushel [That's a lot of boxes of cereal by the way!] after the farmer took all the risks and did 95% of the work by buying seed, planting it, fighting bugs and weeds, harvesting it, storing it, then hauling it to the rail head, plus a lot more. What all that means to you, reading this story, is simply this. We always had good food to eat, a nice life, clean air, and pleasant surroundings. Our cars were always older, so our tractor could be newer. We had what we needed, but luxuries were far apart and few in between. How poor was our county? If you turn on Route 6 at the Junction with Route 7, just past the 6 & 7 Diner was a 'Welcome to ****** County' sign. Under that banner, before I was born, it used to read AN ALMOST PERFECT PLACE. Guess someone with a shotgun got a bit drunk one night, and blew a big hole in it. The county government made sure our couple school buildings were always painted and repaired, but they never found the money to fix that sign. So, as far back as I can recall, that sign read A{ }ALMOST PERFECT PLACE. * * * * * I was lucky, I had a friend who lived 'next door', next door being over a half-mile down my road. Still I better off than others, some kids had no one their age for miles around. Today I understand how fortunate I was; Jim and I seemed able to talk about anything and everything with each other. We became confidants early on. We were able to trust each other with secrets, doubts and fears. Around age 8 or 9 we began to wonder about girls together. We'd share stories about seeing up Margie's skirt at school, or rubbing against Suzie during a game of "Pile On". Neither of us was in anyway gay, but we did experience early sexual awaking stuff together. We'd undress before bedtime, or skinny dip at Bennett's pond. Naturally we noticed the changes in each other when puberty arrived for us. For example, mornings after a sleepover, we'd catch each other having 'morning erections'. We discovered masturbation separately. I don't know which of us was able to come first, nor do I recall at what point we understood that we were both able to ejaculate. Still, at some point growing up, we both knew that coming was "IT"! By the time we were 18, we still slept over at each other's house regularly. Being horny-as-hell boys without girlfriends, it wasn't unusual after our conversations that late evening would find us both with raging erections and our stash of hidden Playboy's strewn about. Eventually it got to where we'd masturbate into our underwear, under the covers in each other's presence. Soon our shyness waned. Now and then we'd just drop our drawers, then jack off in plain sight of each other. We were mostly interesting in the dirty pictures, but it was natural to peek at each other. Seeing another dick in action added to the excitement sometimes. Like real boys, we'd even bet who could "shoot his stuff" the farthest occasionally. Jimmy had two older sisters, both were serious foxes. Beth was barely a year older than Jim while Lynn was just a shade over two years his senior. They looked so much alike that many people thought they were twins when they'd wear matching outfits. To this day they remain two of the most beautiful girls I've ever known; both looked soft and adorable in anything they wore, makeup or not, morning or night. Beth and Lynn were like poster girls for country living. One night I recall Jimmy came flying back into his room grinning ear-to-ear, muttering "Holy Shit, Holy Shit!!". He'd left a few minutes earlier to go to the bathroom next to his bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, Jimmy slid his hand into his pants as he started wriggling like a worm on a hook. "What is it? What's going on?" I hissed. "Come on, what's up?" Jimmy slid his pants down. His dick was hard as a fence post; he began pumping himself with his eyes closed while still saying "Holy Shit!" Again I begged to know what the hell was going on. Finally Jimmy opened his eyes, man they were practically glazed. Acting like he was on drugs Jimmy said, "I just spent the last couple minutes looking at Beth naked. Now leave me alone, I just gotta come right now while I can still see her in my head!" But I wanted to hear everything immediately. Thinking more with my dick than my head I made a quick deal. I promised to give him his first hand job, the best he'd ever hoped for, if he would just lay there with his eyes closed and "think out loud." Jim covered his eyes with his hands, then started talking quietly. I grabbed his penis and began to pump him slowly. When he'd left the room, just before going into the bathroom, he noticed Beth's door was open a crack. Jimmy liked to snoop on his sisters. From force of habit, he'd walked a couple extra steps to peek into her room. BETH WAS UNDRESSING. She was changing out of a sweat suit. Just as he first peered into her room, she was taking her top off. His sisters were normally super careful about keeping their doors shut tight, but she'd goofed, so Jimmy had gotten his first good look at a naked girl. He could only see her left breast; it was the size of a juicy, jumbo orange, looking a bit heavy. Jimmy described seeing a long thick nipple that stuck way out. Next she bent at the waist to pull off her bottoms. As she leaned forward, Jimmy described how her teat swung down, how it swayed heavily. Before he had time to fully absorb that sight, her pants were being lowered. Her ass was suddenly before his eyes. Beth is very athletic, apparently her butt was as firm and tight as anything we'd ever seen in Playboy. Beth had stepped out of her pants and stood up. There she was, long legs, firm buns, nice teat, long, light-brown hair; in other words a teen goddess. Beth walked to her table, put down her jewelry, then took a couple more steps to her dresser. The process was reversed as she put on a silky bra, then stepped into her panties. As Jim reached the part about Beth bending over again to step into her panties, his breathing became so ragged that I knew he was ready to shoot. Grabbing a bottle of hand lotion, I squirted some onto the head of his dick. Dropping the bottle, I quickly wrapped my free hand around the top of his shaft like a baseball bat. That did it! Jim started humping into my hands, within seconds he was coming like crazy. His hips went out of control, I could barely hold onto his penis. His warm sperm coated my fingers, it actually felt kinda sexy, like nothing I'd every experienced before. Still panting, Jim kept saying that he'd never come like that, ever; he kept thanking me. While I was sort of in shock, I was also still horny as hell; I hadn't come, but I sure wanted to. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I said "If you're really that grateful then start at the beginning where Beth is undressing, and do for me what I did for you!" Guess Jim's hormones were still raging so strongly that he readily agreed. After I took off my pants, we switched places. Laying back, I closed my eyes. Hesitating for a few seconds, Jim at last grabbed my penis to jerk me off as he again relived watching Beth strip. Taking longer this time, Jim described Beth's left breast as he saw it from the three-quarter view he'd had as she raised, then lowered her arms over her head. Sounding awestruck, he repeated the part about Beth bending over, then pulling down her pants. Again he described, in detail, seeing her butt sticking up into the air, then clearly spotting her slit through her light brown pubic hair. Jim's graphic narrative, combined with someone else's hand being on my dick, pushed me over the edge; I lost it. Groaning, I strained my hips upward. Realizing what was about to happen, Jim clamped his hand over my helmet just as I launched my first spurt. The effect was to bathe my tip in a warm sperm bath. Jim ground his palm around my glans, enabling me to hump my penis into his palm. It was the most amazing, powerful orgasm I'd ever known. * * * * * Back then we lived in a rural area and went to a very small district school. It's hard to get a girlfriend when you only see a very few girls at school, Sunday school, or church social events where adults are always hovering around. Plus, the few females in our county all lived at least several miles away, most much farther. Growing up, there were a few places at our two-room school where you might be able to talk a girl into ducking out of sight with you for a few minutes, but no real privacy. A few times over the years I'd gotten a girl be alone with me, but not very much to further my education. Late one night we were both super-horny. I'd just shared all the glorious details about feeling up Charlene at our school that afternoon. It was a cool day; a bunch of kids had huddled together in an outdoor alcove during recess to get out of the wind. Somehow it turned into a "pack everyone into the corner" game. Happily I was squished up against Charlene. Her perfume was delightful as always. So soft, so cute; I really liked her; she was maybe the cutest girl at school near my age. All of a sudden my hand was right there, right by her pussy! I turned my palm so I was covering up her pussy through her pants. I began rubbing her, clearly feeling her up big time. When she didn't scream or protest I really went for it. I didn't know what I was doing, but I liked it sooooo much that I got an instant boner. Steadily I worked my way closer to her, somewhat in front of her. As I stared into Charlene's eyes; she stared back as she realized it was my hand between her legs. Carefully I placed her hand on my penis. We never spoke, or smiled, or showed any particular reaction, but she began to rub up and down my penis as we simply stared deeply into each other's eyes. We stood there for a couple minutes feeling each other. God, if only we'd been alone somewhere. My heart sank when the bell sounded. The group huddle broke up, so we had to stop. As I described aloud to Jim how soft and warm it was between her legs, our hands slid into our pockets to quietly massage our boners.Like typical boys, we started talking trash about what we'd like to do this girl or that one. Joking around Jim said "Are you sure you can't get your cousin to come for a visit?" My cousin Cheryl used to be the local 'easy' girl. Somehow that joke worked around to wishing we could suck our own cocks since there weren't any girls nearby to do it for us. Pants came down; we had a contest to see who could get the closest to reaching his own dick. Neither of us was particularly close, but we still had boners that wouldn't quit, so out came my porn collection. Somehow just jerking off wasn't quite enough after my day with Charlene. Jim reminding me of my cousin only made it worse! Finally I got brave, and curious too. I wasn't feeling gay; I just wanted to feel my erect penis in a warm, wet place. That night, I was desperate enough to return the favor to get it. Jim was as hormone high as I was, so he agreed. We made a blood oath not to come in each other's mouth, we had to warn the other guy or die. That night I learned for sure that jerking off is good, but there were definitely things that felt better. Since it was my idea, I got Jim to do me first. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I kicked my pants off as I opened a Playboy to a Barbi Benton layout. She was so damned hot, plus she resembled my cute sister, which was a further major turn on for me. Without warning, Jim slid my penis into his mouth, he did me better than I could have ever dreamed. Guess it was a case of "do unto others". We'd broken down a lot barriers over the years, so instead of being awkward, he just non- verbally said "I am so damned horny and here's what I want when it's my turn!" Dear Lord it felt incredible. His hand started pumping my lower shaft as his mouth and tongue worked the upper half of me. It couldn't have been two minutes before I warned him I was about to come. I stared at Barbi's bush, thinking "God, it must feel something like this to put my dick inside her pussy. Geeeez I'm screwing you Barbi... " Jim switched to a two-handed baseball bat grip on my so very slippery dick. Humping his hands like mad, soon gob after gob of sperm spurted from me. My orgasm lasted minutes. After maybe a dozen major spurts, I'd just lay there, though my hips would jump from time to time as another ejaculatory spasm would rack my body. Eventually I collapsed, telling Jim he could let go of my tingling dick. When I was able to move again, Jim had returned from washing his hands. So Jim could sit in my place, I oozed off the bed. He opened some tattered issue to one of his favorite foxes as I moved into position. Grabbing his penis, I slowly stroked him a few times. A few seconds passed as I studied his penis a bit. I hadn't seen him this close before. Both of us had finally grown good- sized cocks. While I had to admit his penis was very soft and warm, now that I'd gotten off, I was having plenty of second thoughts. What was this going to be like? More afraid of seeming chicken, I plunged my mouth down, engulfing his erection. Jim made a sound as if he'd been punched in the gut. For me it was a reasonably pleasant sensation; his cock was rock hard, but the skin was as soft it looked. Being engorged with blood, he was amazingly warm, so his cock felt good against my tongue. Jimmy was producing seminal fluid almost immediately. Maybe because of the mental link to sex in general, he even tasted OK to me. Upon reflection, I wasn't sexually excited, but like giving at Christmas, knowing I was making him feel the mind-blowing sensations I'd just experienced minutes earlier pleased me. Don't know for sure, but I don't think Jim even lasted as long as I did. Before Jim could even warn me, I felt him swell and tense. I double fisted Jim to finish him off the same way he'd serviced me. Mostly our "sex" together was jerking ourselves off to dirty pictures. But thank God we gotten somewhat accepting of occasional boy-boy contact. It turned out to be a doorway leading to my wildest sexual fantasies. * * * * _This saga continues with Chapter 2 - Two Boys See A Lot Of Two Sisters_

She started with the easy part, a title: "White Cougar for Young BBC". She didn't really think of herself as a "cougar". It felt a little insulting to her. But here she was placing this ad, so it was hard to deny it. So, reasonably satisfied with the title, she worked on the ad itself. After several false starts and rewrites, she had something she was happy with: "White female, looking to experience a true BBC. I just turned 40 but stay in great shape and have a strong sex drive. I know men still find me attractive. Have never been with a black man but want to try one. Young guys - find out for yourself why cougars are so good! ;-) Please include at least one picture - I want to see your face and some idea of the size of your package. :-)" Angie took one last look at the text, then nodded her approval and hit "Submit". Still surprised at herself and what she was doing, Angie waited to see if she'd get a response. To her shock, they started coming in almost immediately. The first time she opened her email, she already had over 30 responses!! She ended up with almost a hundred responses. Of course, many of them were false starts - posers, picture-gatherers, guys just getting a thrill by responding, or white guys trying to sway her that way. There were enough real responses, however, that it took a while to sort through them all, especially since she had to do it without her husband's knowledge. She found herself getting wet every time she reviewed a new response and the pictures that were included. It was hard to choose, but she finally decided on a young guy named James, a 21-year-old college athlete. Of course, he could have been lying about being an athlete, but in his pictures he certainly looked the part - a fine, muscular build with a well-defined six-pack. And his cock looked absolutely magnificent. Angie got incredibly excited and wet every time she looked at his pictures. Angie had planned all this to coincide with one of her husband's business trips. He would be gone for three days - plenty of time for her to fit this in without risk of getting caught. And, Angie laughed to herself, plenty of time for her to recover from the experience! She felt a little guilty about the whole thing - she had never cheated on her husband before - but she knew she had to do it. She had been thinking about doing this for quite a while. It started when she curiously browsed the Craigslist ads and discovered the "BBC" ones. The pictures of all those wonderful black cocks, so big and hard, just would not leave her mind. And then she found those videos on-line, of "regular" women, usually "older" women just like her, getting their brains fucked out by hugely hung black guys. She just couldn't get the thoughts out of her head, and she knew if she didn't act now, she would continue to wonder about it for the rest of her life. She consoled herself with the fact that her husband would never know anything about it. Once the day arrived, she had an early appointment to get her hair done in her favorite cut, her blonde hair elegantly trimmed in a soft curve that fell just below her jaw line. Then it took her hours to decide what to wear. She needed something mature but sexy. She knew the age difference appealed to James, but she wanted to look hot, too - older, but sexy. And ready to fuck!! She finally settled on the classic little black dress with sheer black hose, an outfit that always looks good on a blonde and one that made her feel especially appealing. She added her sexiest shoes - black, toeless pumps with thin straps and cutouts that highlighted her delicate feet and accented the lines of her legs. She also wore a garter belt, not pantyhose, feeling sure this young man would find that extra sexy. Just wearing it made her feel hot, and a little slutty. It was a good feeling for what she was about to do. She added some elegant, dangling, silver earrings and she was ready. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she thought, Yes!! She could barely suppress her excitement as she drove to the motel where they agreed to meet. As she paid for the room, she got a funny look from the woman behind the desk. She realized then that she was not dressed as a typical motel customer would be. Oh well, she thought, I'll never be back here again. She went to the room and waited for James to arrive. She had arrived early, so she had a bit of a wait, but after about ten minutes, her phone beeped with a text, "Room #???". She texted back and, looking out the window, watched as a small, somewhat beat-up car pulled in and parked. James stepped out and made his way to the room. She heard a quiet knock and opened the door, trying to put on her most confident smile. She could tell immediately that he was everything she had hoped for. His pictures had represented him well. He was tall - about 6' 2", muscular, fit, and handsome, too. James had told her he was an athlete, and he definitely looked the part. In short, he was the kind of young man who could get any woman he wanted. And today - it was clear by the way he looked at her - he wanted her! She felt a rush of adrenaline and lust as she felt his eyes devouring her. James liked what he saw, too. "Damn, lady, you look good," he said as he took her in. James entered the room and closed the door behind him, then immediately grabbed her and pulled her tight against him. She could tell he was already horny, and she thrilled to the feel of his body against hers. His hands were all over her and she loved it, loved the way they moved possessively, lustily over her hips, her butt, her ribs and her tits. It was obvious how much he wanted her and that was more exciting even than the physical pleasure. It had been a long time since she had felt so desired, and to feel it from this young, handsome black man was incredibly thrilling. Angie slipped her hands under his shirt, then pushed it up to expose his well- muscled torso. She felt her breathing change as she ran her hands over his firm, muscular chest. She leaned forward to place urgently passionate kisses all over the sexy dark skin, then moved up to take his tongue into her eager mouth. James's hands went to her butt, cupping it, squeezing it, delightfully kneading her butt cheeks. As their kiss continued, he pulled her dress up and gave a low grunt as he placed his hands back on her ass, now covered only by the thin, silky fabric of her panties. Angie sighed at his strong touch and his obvious appreciation for her ass. She was so glad she had kept up her exercise routine. She was proud of her ass, still firm and round despite her age. She felt so exquisitely sexy, to be desired by this young stud! Already her panties were soaked with desire and anticipation of what was about to happen. She was going to be taken, possessed. She was going to be exquisitely fucked. Without breaking the kiss, Angie snuck her left hand down between them, eager to feel that huge dick she had seen in his pictures. She was not disappointed. Tracing her hand over the crotch of his jeans she felt the long, obvious bulge of James's cock. She moaned quietly as she rubbed it through the heavy denim, squeezing it gently, amazed at its incredible bulk. She could not resist going further and maneuvered her hand into the top of his jeans, reaching down, inside his boxers, until her hand touched the hot, coiled python that was James's member. Angie let out a brief gasp as she felt the hot flesh, felt for herself how large it really was. James smiled at her reaction and at the sensation of her hand curled around the girth of his dick. They kissed some more, more passionately, their tongues playing together as Angie played in his pants. James traced his fingers along the crack of her ass, teasing her through her panties, then dipping inside them to find the hot, moist slit of her cunt. Angie responded fervently, kissing him with more urgency and rubbing herself shamelessly against his hard body. His finger worked deeper into her, curling and twirling in her wet channel, then moving up to play with the tight ring of her asshole, circling it, then nudging inside. She moaned quietly as he explored her most private parts, inflamed by his boldness. James was loving this. It was obvious now that every part of her body was available for his pleasure. Eager for more, he pushed down insistently on Angie's shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him. His intent was clear, as her head was level with his crotch. She stared at the bulge there as she franticly worked to get his pants off. In seconds, his belt and jeans were open and she was pulling down both his jeans and his boxers, to reveal what she wanted so badly. "Oh my God!" Angie whispered as she finally saw his cock in the flesh. She looked at it in awe. That beautiful hunk of dark meat was at least 10 inches, probably closer to 12. Veins bulged along its length, and it was not just long but thick, so thick that when she tried to put her hand around the base, she could not bring the tips of her fingers together. Just holding it made her even wetter than she already was. She tried to imagine for a moment how that thing would feel inside her - way up inside her! It was simply a magnificent cock, and for today at least, it was all hers! James quickly pulled his shirt over his head and stood before her, completely naked. He held his arms out, palms open, as if to say "Look at me. Worship me!" And Angie did. Angie took his cock in her hand, stroking it, rubbing its hot length over her face, savoring the experience. The monster was still only partially erect, but she was determined to remedy that. Holding it near the head, she lifted it up, exposing the sensitive underside for her oral caresses. She licked adoringly all over his hot, hard flesh, her eyes closing dreamily as she worshipped and enjoyed his magnificent cock. James groaned at the touch of her tongue on his aroused flesh. As she continued to worship him, his rod grew steadily and rose upward, until at last it was fully erect, rock hard and standing up at a sharp angle from James's rippled abs. Enflamed with passion, Angie dropped down to explore his nutsack, taking it in her hand, fondling his balls. She always loved a nice set of balls, and these filled her hand completely. She marveled at their size and weight, at the utter maleness of them. Bending forward, she let her lips and tongue trail over the wrinkled flesh of his sack while her other hand reached up to stroke his erection, up and down. She took his luscious balls into her mouth, sucking first one and then the other as he shuddered with need. Angie shuddered, too, so aroused by what she was doing, by the sheer eroticism of having his manhood in her mouth. Then, releasing his balls, she placed several kisses at the base of his cock, then put her tongue flat against that spot and ran it all the way up the length of his shaft, moving excruciatingly slowly along his bulging cum-tube. He groaned loudly and she suddenly felt both his hands on her head. She thought he might cum right then but he managed to hold on. As her tongue reached the top of his dick, she slowly circled the swollen head, licked wetly several times around the rim, pushed her tongue tip into the slit to taste the salty pre-cum fluid that had gathered there. Then she took the knob between her lips for a slow, tender suck that had James quivering almost out of control. She kept that up until she thought he might blow, then moved back down, taking the same path, kissing and licking his rod as he trembled and moaned and finally cried out, "Oh-h-h- FUCK!!" Suddenly, James felt the need to sit, to relax. Looking behind him, he backed up and dropped onto the sofa, pulling Angie along on her knees. His hands grabbed at her head, rougher now, his fingers twisting in her hair. He wanted to make sure she kept her mouth busy on his throbbing organ, but Angie wasn't going anywhere. She knew he was close and was eager to please him, to finish him, to taste his hot cum as it filled up her mouth. Reaching behind him, she took his well-muscled butt in her hands and moaned shamelessly as he moved in and out of her mouth. She took in as much of his shaft as she could, her lips gripping him softly while her tongue worked franticly back and forth. That quickly pushed James past his limit. He gasped, "Ahhhh!!" and exploded. He heard a muffled shriek below him as a torrent of hot cum hit the back of Angie's throat. Despite her passion, she instinctively started to draw back, but James was having none of that. He held her head firmly in place, grunting and groaning as he pumped gob after gob of hot, creamy goo into her mouth. His hips jerked and he grunted loudly with each spurt - one ... two ... three ... four ... five ... SIX! Angie could hardly believe it. She felt her mouth filling up, whimpered softly at the salty taste and then swallowed, again and again, amazed and thrilled by the size of the load he was producing. A shiver went up her spine and she thought she might cum herself as she felt the copious stream of thick, warm man-juice sliding down her throat. James watched her swallow and let out a final, extended groan as he shot one last spurt into her hungry mouth, his body jerking with the pleasure of feeding her. And Angie loved being fed, loved sucking all the cum out of him. She was so aroused now, she could hardly think straight. Even when he finished, she kept sucking him, hoping for more of his delicious cream. Finally, she released his big knob from her lips and licked lovingly all over its surface, cleaning up the few remnants of cum that she had missed in the initial deluge. Then she took his rod in both hands and squeezed his still erect organ, forcing one last drop out of the tip. She lapped it up and quickly gobbled it down, dreamily muttering, "Mmmmmm." She took the knob back into her mouth and just held it there. It throbbed delightfully as James moaned and held onto her, his legs still shaking with the aftermath of the incredible blowjob she had given him. Angie licked her lips and looked up at him with a lascivious smile. "Did you like that?" she asked seductively. "Your cum tastes wonderful." James could do nothing but smile. His cock was starting to decline in a post- orgasmic lull, but when Angie gave his dickhead another gentle kiss, he trembled briefly in response, and he started to rise again. Now it was Angie's turn to smile. Looking up into his eyes, she began a new round of stimulation, taking the head between her lips and running her tongue slowly, wetly around his super-sensitive dome. James could only sigh in response. But James wanted something else. He nudged her gently away from his cock and pulled her to her feet. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. "Your turn," he said. Angie loved it. She felt like a conquered captive as this young buck easily transported her into his lair. He dropped her onto the bed and positioned her so that her legs were hanging off of one side, then dropped to the floor and spread them wide apart. Angie was trembling with anticipation as James knelt down between her legs. Then she moaned loudly as she felt his mouth descend upon her womanhood. She whimpered quietly as his tongue began to work slowly over her wet cunt. James emitted a low "Mmmmmm" as he tasted her. Angie hadn't expected this. She assumed he'd be more selfish, would want to get right to fucking her, but she definitely liked this little surprise. His tongue felt wonderful on her, and he was good at it, licking slowly and gently all over her aroused flesh. He looked up at her from between her legs, caught her gaze and smiled, reached up to fondle her breasts as he continued to eat her out. Angie knew it wasn't going to take much to get her off. She was thoroughly aroused from sucking him off and was already close to cumming, moaning and writhing on the bed, her hips moving eagerly, grinding her wetness against his pleasure-giving mouth. She cried out as he found her clit, running his tongue over it in full, wonderful strokes. He stayed on it a while, getting her close to the edge, then backing off to lick around her vulva, keeping her close but delaying the ultimate pleasure. Her hands went to his head, holding him there between her legs. He returned to her clittie and licked it feverishly, making her cry out again, "Oh, God!!" and then she was there. Angie's hips bucked and her whole body shook as her orgasm overtook her. James held on and just kept licking as she moaned and groaned with the waves soaring through her. Her legs clamped tightly around his head and held him there as she rode out the storm. Then at last she relaxed and just lay there, panting and whimpering quietly, her stomach rippling and her legs still shaking with pleasure. After a minute, James got up and looked down on her. His penis was rock-hard now, standing up so straight as he stroked and took in the erotic vision before him. Angie looked sexier than ever now, lying there with her chest heaving, her legs splayed open, her cunt swollen and wet between them. He was more aroused than ever at the sight of her like that, and from having just experienced her in the throes of orgasm. He positioned her lengthwise on the bed and hopped on to join her. Angie knew what was next and could not wait to get to it. She brought her knees up and spread her legs wide, opening herself up for her young stud. James moved forward and positioned his cock at her opening, already feeling the heat inside her. He placed his knob at her entrance and pushed in gently, delighting in the hot grip of her cunt lips around his dickhead. He groaned quietly and held it there, savoring the feeling, but hungry for more. Then he moved forward. He watched her face as he entered her, eager to see her reaction to his thick tool sliding up inside her. He was not disappointed. Angie's face was awash in passion, her eyes almost closed, her teeth biting down pathetically on her lower lip. "Mmmmm...Mmmmmm", she whimpered. As he pushed forward, a shiver ran through her and her mouth fell open, her jaw slack, a quiet "ohhhhhh", escaping her lips. That turned into a low, guttural groan as he pushed in deeper, stretching her open. Angie's eyes opened wider and rolled back as she experienced the full extent of her penetration. When James finally reached bottom he just stayed there, savoring the feeling of being completely inside her. Angie's cunt formed a warm, tight sheath all along the length of his shaft, throbbing gently. Her whole body shivered and her breath came in little gasps as her hands gripped franticly at his back, her nails digging into him. "Oh god," she breathed, biting her lip again, "so big." Her hands moved down to his buttocks, running eagerly over his firm, muscular cheeks, then pulling him forward, urging him to somehow go even deeper into her. James gave her what she wanted, a couple of short, hard thrusts, causing Angie to cry out and whimper with each little jab, her hands clutching feverishly at his flexing buttocks, her breath in hot spurts, her whole body trembling as he nailed her. James was really enjoying this, having this woman respond so passionately to his presence inside her. Angie couldn't believe how good it felt. James' cock was stretching her open, gorging her, filling her up to capacity and beyond. This was the feeling that had consumed her imagination over the past few days, and the reality was just as good as she'd anticipated. She squeezed her legs together around his hips to intensify the feeling, and he groaned in response. James was a young guy, obviously very aroused, and it seemed like he might cum at any moment. She certainly didn't want that. She wanted this young stud to fuck her senseless for as long as possible. She wanted to enjoy his youthful virility, to feel him plunging hard and fast into the depths of her womanhood, making her cum and clutch and scream from the experience of being fucked by his giant cock. And so she paused, her hands gripping his buttocks to hold him still with his cock deep inside her, letting the young buck settle down for a second before he screwed her silly. Indeed, James was close, and he didn't want to pop yet either. He wanted to fuck Angie just as long and hard as she wanted. It felt so good inside her and it had taken all his willpower not to explode when she urged him farther in, but he managed to hold himself in check, and now he was back under control. He gazed down at her face, looking oh so pretty now in its mask of need and passion. He kissed her gently on the lips and she pushed her tongue lovingly into his mouth - the calm before the onslaught. He started to pull away but her arms went around his neck and she pulled herself up to whisper meekly, shakily in his ear, "M..m..more... Fuck me more... Just fuck me!" James almost popped again when he heard that, but again he held on, then started his slow withdrawal from the tight grip of her pussy. He pulled out slowly, so slowly, enjoying the delicious slide of Angie's cunt along his rod. Angie felt it too. She moaned and clutched at his back again as she felt the growing emptiness in her core. But that emptiness was temporary. James pulled out, but not completely, pausing with his cockhead just inside her, feeling the tight grip of her opening around the tip of his cock. Then he pushed forward, still not fast, but faster than the first time, in one steady thrust that buried his dick again completely inside her. That drew another intense groan from deep in Angie's throat. "Oh GOD, it's so big!!" she cried. James smiled at that. Yeah, he thought, it's big alright. And you're going to get it all, over and over until I make you scream. He couldn't wait for that, to blow this older woman's mind with the deepest, hardest fucking of her life. And so he started, in and out in a steady, easy rhythm, each time going balls- deep, grinding his hips in a circular motion that made her cry out delightfully. Angie felt impaled, skewered by his hot meat, and it was wonderful. Her legs came up around his waist as her arms encircled his back, engulfing James in her luscious female softness. Angie's warm thighs stroked his hips while her tits pressed into his chest, the nubs of her erect nipples adding a delicious contrast to the soft pillows of her breasts. And all the while her pussy was a tight, wet heat tormenting his cock with pleasure. He pounded into her relentlessly, pausing occasionally to hold off his nut, while Angie mewled and moaned like a wounded animal. She came twice while he pummeled her, clutching frantically at his back and butt as the tremors soared through her body. And yes, she screamed. She couldn't believe how good it was, or how long this young stud was lasting. But he couldn't last much longer. By now he had held off three times and while the stroking felt good in itself, he wanted to finish, to cum and blow his load in this white woman's cunt. He picked up the pace, faster and faster, building up to jackhammer speed. Angie was out of her mind now, feeling that huge pole pounding relentlessly into her, harder and faster than she thought possible. Her moans and cries degenerated into a continuous, wavering wail as she tried to ride it out, holding on for dear life. Then at last it came. James gave her one final, deep thrust, holding it there, in to the hilt, his hips shaking violently as he let out a wild "unnnghhh... AAAAAAAnnnngggh!!" and shot another full, heavy load into her. Angie felt his warm spray bathing her cervix and went over the edge herself, screeching and shimmying through her third orgasm of the night. She came for a long time, twitching and jerking, clutching and whining, until she finally collapsed like a ragdoll, her legs shaking violently with James still embedded in her pussy. At last, his erection began to fade. Angie moaned quietly when he finally slipped his big dick out of her and rolled off to lay beside her, his hands roaming slowly over the soft curves of her body. In their post-orgasmic bliss, James watched Angie, amazed that she continued to respond through the final stages of her climax. She looked so beautiful now. He couldn't believe what a good fuck she was, much better than he'd expected. She came like a wild animal and it was incredible, the way she moved, the sounds she made. All that was extremely exciting to him. It made him feel desired and needed as a man. None of the girls he'd had before were anything close to this. Angie's left hand grazed over his chest while her right hand reached down to gently squeeze his big dick. It was softer now, but it still felt wonderful as it filled her hand. "My god," she purred with a warm smile. "That was so good. I want you to keep fucking me all night." James returned her smile, even warmer. "I can do that," he said confidently. He moaned as her soft little hand moved eagerly over the shaft of his cock, up to the head and down to his balls and back up several times. She squeezed it and he felt himself getting hard once more. Angie smiled to herself as she worked on him yet again. The night is still young, she thought. And so is James.

Thirteen Years Earlier Clia ran along through the woods, her short legs working hard to get over the hills as she chased the woodpecker from tree to tree. It led her further and further into the forest that lay behind her parent's house on the edge of the Pack compound. In the excitement of the chase, she lost her sense of direction. When she finally gave up, it was starting to get dark and she was truly lost. Back home, her mother yelled for her children to come in. David came running home, worn out from playing with the other seven and eight year olds in the Pack. When Clia did not return, she called her husband for help and she started to panic when she didn't answer. "David, run and get the Alpha. Tell him Clia is missing and to organize a search. Your Dad and I are heading west to start looking, since last time we found her by the pond." David ran off as his parents shifted into wolf form and ran off into the woods. Clia started to panic when it got too dark for her to see. If she was a wolf she would have been fine, but you don't shift until your teen years. She started to yell for her mommy, but her screams weren't just heard by her mom. Two rouges followed her voice to her, attracted by her scent. Young girls were often stolen for ransom or into slavery by these outcasts of the Werewolf world. She screamed for help as one of the men threw her over his shoulder and started to run off. They stopped when a furious growl echoed through the trees. Her parents thundered into the clearing, causing the man to drop her while he changed back to his wolf form. She curled into a ball, trying to ignore the sounds of violence and pain around her. She heard a sound like thunder as the men of the Pack arrived, and the rouges were soon dispatched. It was too late for her parents, though. She ran to them, their bodies cooling in the night air as their sightless eyes ignored her. David couldn't even look at her at the funeral, it was all her fault for running into the woods. One Year Ago "Homework for Monday is to read Chapter 12 and write a two page essay on how the author used foreshadowing as a literary device. It's worth 50 points, so put some effort into it." I didn't even look up, I wrote the assignment in my notebook. I kept my head down and let my long blond hair cover my face, my head covered by my hoodie. It was good to stay invisible, too many Pack members were in my classes. Any one of them could get me in trouble with Alpha Mann, and any of them could beat me later. I didn't move as the teacher stopped walking at my chair. "Especially you, Miss Shay," he said in a whisper. "If you can't get your grades up you'll be spending your summer making up my class." The werewolf hearing of the girls in the class didn't miss it, I'd hear that later. He didn't have to remind me, I knew what my grades were. I just didn't care that much. It wasn't like I was going to go off to college and get away from my life. No, I just had to find a way to scrape by until I graduated from high school and I could leave this place. As soon as the bell rang, I was out the door and heading for the parking lot. I had to get home and start getting dinner made or I'd get another beating, and the bruises from this morning still hadn't faded. A full werewolf would have healed within an hour, but I'm not a "real" werewolf as they all remind me. I'm a null. When everyone else changed for the first time at fifteen under the full moon, I did nothing. Now at 18, I'm the lowest ranked member in the Pack. I'm even below the cubs, because they will see their wolves and I'm just a genetic mistake. I'm good for nothing except being their household slave and punching bag. I watched all the popular people heading out to their cars in the student lot for the drive to football practice. Some of the bitch squad threw comments my way in the halls. "Out of my way, you waste." "Hey fatty, you better not eat our food for tonight." "I can't believe we keep around someone who is as stupid, ugly and worthless as you. You should do us all a favor and kill yourself." She didn't know how close she was to being right. When the pain and frustration got to be too much, I would cut myself with a razor in the bathtub. I sometimes wished I would just drift away to death, but I healed faster than a human and the blood would stop too soon. Above all, I was chicken. What if things got better? Would I ever get my wolf, or find my mate? He would take me away from all this, and it was that hope that kept me going until I could escape. Our Pack was rich, and there were lots of nice cars in the lot. My brother drives a McLeran 675LT in white with black racking stripes. He got it as a present when he was selected to be the next Beta of our Pack, the second in command. It was a two seater, and I'd never even been offered a ride since I was such an embarrassment to him. Next to his car is a Ferrari 485GTB in candy apple red with white stripes. It belongs to the Alpha's son Watson, or as his friends call him, Watty. It's a turbocharged beast of a sports car. The insurance on each is more than I will ever be worth. As I unlocked my piece of shit bike I found in someone's garbage pickup, I looked back at David. He was standing with his mate, a perfect little bitch of a wolf named Mandy, his arm around her skinny waist and skinnier jeans. I could see his hand going under her crop top and rubbing those gravity-defying tits of hers. Next to him was Watty, with his slut du jour hanging all over his bulging pecs and six pack abs. He rotated girls in his bed like T-shirts, one night and it was time to get a clean one. I pedaled past, my backpack on and hoodie up, hoping to escape their notice. "CLIA!" I turned and pedaled towards Watson, stopping a few feet away. Respectfully keeping my head lowered, I said, "Yes, Next Alpha, how may I serve you?" "Practice will run late tonight, so have dinner ready at 6:30. With your copious free time, I expect to see the TV room spotless and my room cleaned before I get home." I nodded and left, Fridays were ribeye roast nights and I had to get it in the oven soon to have any chance of it being done on time. There was no one in the Pack House when I got home; the Alpha pair was off at yet another meeting regarding the rouges in the area, and all the younger members had after school activities like sports or cheerleading. I had my chores. I quickly heated up the oven, seasoning the ribeye roast and getting it in the oven before I even changed out of my school clothes. I then raced up to the attic to the storage closet that was my room. I took my jeans and hoodie, I had to keep them clean as they were the only decent clothes I was allowed. David refuses to spend any money on me, so I get whatever hand me downs or rags I can scrounge up. I put on a torn pair of skinny jeans, some beat up Keds and a stained crop top. It doesn't cover the scars on my back and stomach, but it's comfortable. It's not like I'm going to impress anyone, no wolf means no mate, and no one wants to spend time with a null. I quickly finish the chores, working up a good sweat as I finish up. I make Watty's bed with fresh sheets and leave the windows open so the smell of last night's sex doesn't interfere with tonight's conquest. As I take the stained sheets down to the laundry room, I imagine how it would feel to be with him. His dark hair, perfect face, broad shoulders, and those strong hands holding me tight as he pounds me to yet another orgasm. I imagine this a lot, my room is above his and many a night the sounds of his activities keep me awake. He's a hell of a lover, and I'm a frustrated virgin. I'd find a way to relieve my ache, but the smell will linger and I can't afford that. Washing up, I head to the kitchen and start working on the mashed potatoes and gravy to go with the dinner. I hear the laughing voices of the other students as they return home. At six thirty, I have dinner on the table and hide back in the kitchen. I don't eat with them, my brother says I'm not worthy. I just hope they aren't too hungry. All I get to eat is what they leave in the pans, and many nights that is just the burned edges and scraps. It doesn't take long, it never does. "CLIA! Get in here!" I run out and stand between my brother and my Next Alpha. "Clia, how many times to I have to tell you not to put so much SALT in the potatoes. You know I can't stand it!" "Yes sir, I'll do better next time." He stood up, sending his chair back and pushing me to the floor by the door. My head hit the wall, leaving a dent, and I was dizzy already. "I can't eat this slop you make for me!" He threw his plate at my face, I turned my head but still caught it in my ear. Corn, potatoes and gravy splattered onto my hair and the wall behind me. My brother picked up his potatoes in his hand and he didn't miss, he hit me right in the forehead. The others at the table joined in, and soon the dining room and my entire body were covered. They laughed as I cried, wiping the food from my eyes. I got up slowly and went back to the kitchen clean up. I was about to go clean up the mess when my brother burst in. "You're a complete waste of oxygen, Clia." He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up towards his. "You should have died that day. No one would miss you, and if those rouges had paused even a second Mom and Dad would still be alive." He bounced my face off the counter, and everything went black. When I came to, everyone was gone. Tonight was the Full Moon, and all the werewolves were off in the woods howling to Luna and having fun. I pulled myself up, cleaned the blood off my face, and got to work on cleaning up the dining room. Two hours later, you couldn't tell anything had happened. I heard the howling, I could recognize Watty's alpha voice, and I knew it was because he'd just screwed another of his bitches in heat. I turned out the lights and walked onto the deck, raising my eyes to the moon as I cried. "Luna, please, help me. I can't take this anymore. If you can't give me a wolf, just let me die." Nothing. I waited a few minutes, but no answer, so I went back to the door. I had almost reached it when I doubled over in pain. I tried to scream, but I had no control. I could feel and hear my bones breaking and reforming. I felt my face lengthening and watched in agony as fur sprouted over my misshapen limbs. It seemed like the change took forever, even though it was only a few minutes. I slowly stood to my feet and looked at my reflection in the window. I was beautiful. My clear blue eyes remained, but my fur was completely white. My mouth was open in shock. I, Clia Shay, was a white wolf, the rarest of all wolves, which legend had were blessed by Luna with incredible power and strength. In our history lessons we were told that the last White Wolf died over five hundred years ago. Wars had been fought over them, as it was said the Alpha with a white wolf for a mate would never lose in battle. I sprinted to the woods, free for the first time in my pitiful life. I ran the trails, jumping logs and chasing rabbits, until I was by the side of the small lake on our property. The moon had gone down so it was difficult to see. I changed back to my human form, then dove naked into the cool water to cool off. My body felt different, the transformation had permanently changed me from my previous weak and pitiful form. I was now taller and my figure was fuller. I moved my hands up and down my body, feeling the definition of my new muscles. I even smelled different now that I was a wolf. I had just gotten out of the water when the wind brought me the most delicious smell ever. Pine, musk and leather, it called to my very soul. "MATE MATE MATE!" I heard my wolf's voice in my head. "GO TO HIM MAKE HIM OURS!" I walked into the woods, the smell becoming stronger, until I was picked up and crushed to a strong chest by two godly arms of steel. His nose pressed into my neck, breathing deeply as I did the same for him. His smell made me lightheaded and my wolf was jumping with excitement in my mind. His arousal was evident and pressed against my dripping core. I wanted, no I NEEDED him in me and now. I tried to climb my way up his rock hard abs to happiness. His hands moved down to cup my perfect ass and he lifted me slightly, positioning my wet pussy at his tip, before he dropped me down and slammed his hard cock all the way in. "AAAAH!" I screamed with the pain of my lost virginity, but his lips crashed over mine to silence me. He slowly lowered me to the ground while my sex adjusted to him. He withdrew slowly, then pressed forward again. I groaned in pleasure, and his primal claiming of his mate began in earnest. Again and again he thrust into me, claiming me forever as his until his seed exploded into my womb. My dream lover was MINE. My life would be better, I had a hot mate who would love me and hold me and never leave me. Those bitches at school would bow to me now. "Watty, that was incredible. I'm so happy you are my mate!" He moved back from me, trying to get a good look at me for the first time. "Who are you?" "I'm Clia. Clia Shay." He froze, then jumped up. "NO! This can't be. You aren't fit to be my Luna." I started to cry, afraid to look at him. "I, Watson Mann, reject you Clia Shay as my mate and Luna." As soon as the words left his mouth it was like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I screamed in pain and loss as he turned and ran away. When I could move again, I shifted into my wolf. She was pissed off. She was a white wolf, and she was rejected? Screw him, screw this pack, screw her brother, she was out of here. Running east, she reached the border and kept going. Her wolf ran for hours, using tricks she had learned from her Dad to hide her scent and throw off any pursuers. It wasn't like he would want her back, but he would soon figure out that she had not rejected him back. That meant they were still mates, and he could never sire pups with another while she lived. He would come after her, she was sure. She had to get far away. She ran through the day and into the next night. She was completely exhausted when she finally stopped by a creek in mountains a few states away from her old lands. Settling her face on her white paws, she drifted to sleep under the cover of the willow tree. Robert's Story Alpha Robert Kay was running the training exercises for his Pack warriors when he suddenly stopped. Looking at his men, he stood tall. "Warriors! A rouge has dared to trespass on our lands! With me, it will not see the night!" He jumped forward and shifted into a huge black wolf. His men shifted, they were a mix of grey, brown and black, but none near his size or power. He sprinted into the trees, the thundering sound of the Pack behind him as they raced to meet the threat. His border patrol had picked up the scent, it was fresh and it was headed right for the women and children. His pack had no mercy for rouges, he lost his parents and his mate to them when he was seventeen and had never recovered. It only took twenty minutes for them to meet the patrol, which was hot on the scent trail. Bob ordered his warriors to spread out, forming a line a half mile wide. They would push forward as a unit, ensuring the rouge could not escape. The scent was getting stronger, but something was different. It didn't have the wild scent, it actually smelled sweet. He shook his head and continued on until he spotted it. "HALT!" The wolves stopped immediately, senses forward. "By the river, under the willow. Warriors on the ends, cross upstream and downstream and cut off its escape." A few minutes later, they were in place and they started to converge, the circle getting smaller and smaller until they were only a few yards from the tree. "ROGUE! COME OUT NOW!" The wolf under the tree snapped its head up and panicked, running for the river, but the snarls and snapping teeth of dozens of warriors turned her around Her. The rouge was female. And she was WHITE. "NO ONE HURT HER," he thundered over the Pack bond, "but don't let her escape." She ran in a quick circle before realizing she was trapped. She stopped and transformed into a beautiful blond woman. She collapsed to the ground and pulled her knees up to hide her face as she cried. I shifted back to human form and stood in front of her. She looked up, her angelic face streaked with tears. "I'm not a rouge. I hate rouges. My parents were killed by rouges. If I could, I'd go rogue on every rouge I could find." I reached my hand out to help her up. "If you are not a rouge, what pack are you from and why are you on Black Blood territory?" Her scent continued to dance in the front of my mind as my eyes drank in her body. "I don't have a pack. I was in the Crooked Moon pack, but my mate rejected me and I had to leave." "Why leave over a mate?" "He was the Next Alpha. He hates me, he and his friends have abused me for years. I didn't change at fifteen like the others, I just changed a few days ago. He recognized me, he took my virginity but then he rejected me when he realized who I was. I guess he'd rather have his pack whores than me." One of my men tossed us a pair of shirts, and I watched as she put one on. It was like a dress on her, but it was enough to cover her up. I was quickly becoming jealous of anyone else seeing her that way. I found out her name was Clia, and as we walked back to my Pack house I found myself falling in love with her. Me, the meanest Alpha in North America, the man whose name strikes fear into Pack and Rouge alike, was falling in love with a woman I just met. I smelled her again, there was something else. It was faint, but after I had gotten her to shower and come to bed I could smell it as she snuggled close. I moved down until I could smell her sex, and that was when it became clear. She was pregnant. And it wasn't mine. It didn't matter, I would still love her. I brought her back to the Pack house. My sister Emily immediately adopted Clia as her BFF, she took her shopping and made her over until she was, as she would say, "Totes adorbs." She was the first one I loved since my mate was lost, and that crippling void in my soul was now filled. Clia's Story Present Day Running away was the best decision I had made in my life. The pack was great, and Bob was perfect in every way. He had loved and supported me in every way over the past year, despite my pregnancy and the birth of my son John. I shared his bed, we ran the Pack together and he raised John as his own, but there was something we couldn't do. We couldn't have our own baby. In order for us to mate, I had to reject Watty, and I had to do it in person. I would have to face my old Alpha, my old Pack, and my abusive brother in order for us to be free again. Bob had set up a meeting on their land, and we were driving there. John was asleep in the car seat behind us. Bob held my hand, he could tell my anxiety was high as we crossed my old Pack border. We finally pulled up in front of the Pack house. The Alpha and Beta were waiting for me. It was Watty and David. They had assumed power as soon as football season was over, as his parents wanted to travel through Europe and enjoy their lives free of the responsibilities of an Alpha. Bob got out first. I was hidden from them a little as I unbuckled John from the car seat and got out, nestling him against my shoulder as I moved to his side. "MINE!" Watty rushed down the steps towards me, his eyes golden as his wolf was forward. I quickly handed the baby to Bob, and when he was almost to me, I decked him. I put my whole body into it and he flew through the air landing heavily the driveway. He was laying on his back looking up at me in shock. Yes, I was no longer the weak null he used to beat up. I was a Werewolf, a white werewolf, and I had become strong in the past year. I put my foot on his neck. "I, Clia Shay, reject..." "CLIA?" David stared at me. "Is that you? And you have a child?" "Yes, you asshole, it's me. And yes, I have a child. John is strong, he's going to be an Alpha someday." "But Clia, you can only have a child with your mate!" "I know. The sperm may be from you Watty, but he will never be yours." I looked back down at David, who was pale. "I, Clia Shay, reject you, Watty Mann, as my mate." He screamed as he felt the bond being ripped from his chest. "And as for your son, say goodbye as you will never see him. Good luck with your Pack, especially since you'll never sire an Alpha again. That horse has left the barn." Alphas may have multiple children, but only one would be blessed with Alpha powers. I looked at Bob and held out my hand. We were almost back to the car when a Rolls Royce pulled in, the previous Alpha and Luna were here and they were pissed. They had seen what was going on through the Pack bond. He got in our faces as soon as the car was stopped. "How dare you try and leave with our grandson and future Alpha? You have no right!" I glared back at him. "YOU have no right. You let your Pack beat on me and ab mate use me for years. You have no right to a grandchild. He will never know you." I turned to Bob. "I, Clia Shay, accept you Robert Kay as my." Bob smiled. "And I, Robert Kay, accept you, Clia Shay, as my mate and my White Wolf." He kissed me possessively as the Crooken Moon pack struggled to figure out what just happened. David spoke first. "You're a white wolf?" I smiled as I took our son back in my arms. "Yes, and I would have been happy to have been your white wolf, but Luna had a better plan for me." In an instant, the sun was gone and the moon was high in the sky. A beautiful apparition appeared. Her skin was pale, her hair the purest white. She wore a silver gown that floated like gossamer as she moved. Every werewolf went down to a knee, our Goddess Luna was here, and she looked pissed. "Really?" She looked at us with disgust. "What has this genre come to? Cold hearted alphas, abused Lunas, rejected mates and whatever the hell a rouge is. I always thought that was something to apply makeup!" We dared not look up. "And who the hell thought that it was a good idea to turn over leadership of a pack of wolves to some immature little shit who thinks he knows better than his Goddess who his mate is? I wouldn't trust this guy to run a shift at McDonalds, and you have him in charge of people's lives!" Matty tried to stand, but one gesture of her finger had him pinned to the ground in agony. "I think Monty Python was right. I selected Alphas and Lunas, but I would have been better off with a Lady in the Lake tossing swords than this. Surely you can't expect to wield supreme executive power with any moistened bint that shares your bed?" She shook her head. "I can't believe what I am reading anymore. Adults letting kids run things. Teen drama. Sleeping around with any slut who can open her legs. I can't read one more story like this. I'm done. I'm starting over. Maybe next time I'll put my powers into cats instead." She lifted her arms, and they watched in horror as a bright light filled the sky. The moon broke into thousands of pieces and spread across the sky. Within minutes the sky was filled with thousands of shooting stars. Soon the sky was white and the explosions started as huge meteors slammed into the earth. They screamed in horror, but the shock wave destroyed them all. Their Goddess did do wrath, it seemed. The earth was wiped clean for the Gods to start again.

A rambling essay, with no outline plotted out beforehand, with no starting point other than a vague recollection that a constellation of thoughts of some seeming significance flashed through mind's night sky, some fading remembrance of its shape, maybe ought to confess itself as such at the outset. It starts, necessarily, with a title that is a little vague. What is X? "X" is anything. A collage of images: a medieval woman, a mammoth, Newton, Einstein, the Chunnel, a grain field, a minicomputer. In my lifetime there has been hot and cold war, shrinking of the globe, the information explosion, and the introduction not only of a gargantuan national debt, but of the idea that everything is disposable. The newest things, the most outrageous novelties, are clung to for a moment, which sometimes spans a few years. Then, they too become disposable. Diapers, plates, watches, Cadillacs, even mansions and skyscrapers, after a time. What, these days, is not disposable? Certain things proliferate in such numbers that to not consider them disposable — or at least lose-able and forgettable — is ridiculous. Tires. Cans. News. Recordings. Movies and videos. Creative writing. Ah ... creative writing. Time once was, I believe, when poetry, essay, and fiction were seen as not at all disposable, provided the art evinced by such writings met some usually fairly arbitrary standard of "excellence" or "originality." And yet, if sum memory of living persons should be allowed to measure, the greater part of the fine bulk of this "immortal literature" of the past has been disposed of, in terms of having much real effect on the daily life of people. I forget things too. I also lack enough time, and, these days, interest, for studying or remembering literature. I also, like everyone else, do not understand most of the languages of the world. I suppose many writers have long recognized the transitory nature of their work. In the past, I have dwelt on the idea that some sort of Greatness or Permanence is a beacon, which, if it shouldn't control one's work (one's acts of writing), then it probably ought to influence and guide. This permanence/greatness is never possible without publication. Emily Dickinson's poems never saw print during her lifetime, but it's a matter of speculation whether she saw, a space beyond, as she worked, those poems (which she left ready for such publication) printed and broadcast to her audience. But here we are really talking about mass printing, and not publication in the sense of "make public." Publication in that sense may take a number of forms. There is a justifiably hallowed oral tradition, where echo preserves as it is moved — but not forever; and now there are recordings, videos, and computer disks in addition to traditional print media, which in addition to books and magazines, includes letters, newspapers, and — what else? — paper airplanes could be employed. I once wrote a poem in sand on a beach — I have had my moments of clarity. The idea of publishing is a funny one. Almost everyone publishes themselves every day. We also talk to ourselves, silently and aloud. But to write something down is to sift the sand of thought for coin, and if it is not for spending, then what? On the sifting screen may appear copper or gold; or more likely, all coins that shake out will be coated with sediment so that only the wear of use will reveal the metal. And after so much more use, all will have worn away. I can "read" myself all day long in my own mind, but it's not very interesting. What interests me is the same thing that interests the mathematician, the architect, the convenience store clerk: Is this formula useful? Do you like this design? May I help you find something? Do I have a friend? I would tear down the walls that separate us from each other. This giant room isn't square, and I don't understand any very good reason for partitioning ourselves off from one another. But I guess there will always be groups congregating or hiding in corners they have fabricated for themselves, trying their best to discount or ignore those in other corners. If this were the whole image, the room would vanish from itself. I feel like we should be in a room that is more round, and should be moving toward each other, trying to find a more central place. Poetry journals, are, mostly, too damned stuffy. Contributors' notes are superfluous. Journals containing no poetry, or only poetry, are unimaginative. "Schools" of writing are meaningless. "Voice" is bigger ... hungrier (see "Dualism" by Ishmael Reed, made "permanent" in your local library). Revision after revision does not make everything better and better, and the taint accorded self-publication is laughable. X is disposable.

Angela moved in a few doors down from us the summer after I graduated from college. When I first met her she was a little on the chunky side but that soon changed due to her daily morning jog. She was really short, like 5 foot, 5 foot 1 something like that. She had straight, super-blonde hair and surprisingly big tits for her size. When I first saw her I guessed her age to be around 35 but later learned that she was actually 44. Once she lost a few pounds it only made her look even younger, especially with her tiny frame. About a month after she moved in, I overheard my parents discussing our new neighbor. I didn't catch it all, but the words "whore" and "slut" were thrown around with her name in the same sentence. As soon as I came into the room, the conversation stopped, but it wasn't hard to figure out that either they had personal experience that led them to believe this or they heard it through the grapevine. This couldn't have been more out of place for her; I thought it was a little strange because she had a really straight-laced appearance. You would simply not think of her that way when you first met her. She had a passion for gardening and keeping her house nice. That kind of neighbor, not what they were saying. I concluded that my parents had jumped the gun and that their opinion was probably wrong. I didn't drink at bars that often, but one weekend a few friends were in town so we decided to head down to the local saloon. We drove separately because they were staying at a hotel right by the bar. It was probably around 10 when we got there. We did the requisite pool, darts, had a few beers, the normal routine. About 12:30 Angela walked in. She stopped over and said hello and I introduced her to my friends. We talked for a few minutes then she went over to the bar. We started another game of pool, but before we could finish, there she went right out the door with Chet, another one of my neighbors. He was walking sort of strangely, looking around like he was afraid of getting caught. I don't know why because neither he nor Angela were married, but anyway I knew him well enough to know that he was acting awkwardly. Some guy near me winked at him and said, "A-OK, Chet", and sort of chuckled to himself as Chet made his way out the door. I kind of laughed to myself like, hey Chet alright dude. Angela and Chet were a strange match but who am I to ask about someone else's stuff? Chet was like 55+, a little overweight, and sort of a grouch from my experience. It just seemed that she could probably do better. I mean, she was older, too, but she was in really good shape. Anyway, I got back to the pool game, my friends took off and I went home. Just like every other single man in his mid-20's without a Friday night date, I was jacking off before I went to bed. I kept thinking about Angela and I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with her. I was picturing her over my cock, sucking the head with her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft as I shot a big load into her mouth. I was imagining whether she would swallow my come or let it dribble over her chin. I figured her a dribbler, maybe even wincing at the thought of a big load of semen washing over her lips and tongue. It was a great fantasy and it made me come pretty hard. The next day I went for a walk up the street and I could hear some banging around the back of Angela's house. I went around back and she was outside with her tools trying to chip some paint off the back porch. I said hello from a distance so I wouldn't scare her when I got closer. "Hey Jake, what's up? You have fun with your friends last night?" "Yeah, we did the normal thing. You know, shoot some pool have a few pitchers." Naturally, as every other man does when engaged in conversational intercourse, my eyes turned to her tits, which were smaller than a few months prior because she lost a good bit of weight, but still they were really nice. I was guessing they were 38-D's possibly C, but probably D. As an added bonus she had no bra. She walked slowly toward the house and her jugs bounced firmly. I couldn't believe she was that old and her tits stood out like a 20-year-old's. I thought to myself, "That's cool she hooked up with Chet. Maybe they have a thing. Good for them." "Well, you're here right in time, I need someone to hold the ladder for me." "OK, Angela", I replied. "Call me Angie", she said as she looked me right in the eye and smiled with a warm, genuine expression. For the first time, I was really conversing with her and I noticed things about her face. She had laugh lines, delicate lines, around her hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were very thin and a shade or two darker than the hair on her head. "Angie it is. Ready when you are." She started up the ladder and I was loving the fact that she had no bra. I could make out the bottoms of both globes. This was so cool. She looked down and motioned for the scraper. I handed it to her and she looked down again and me and said, "You're not looking up my shirt, are you" and laughed out loud. She said under her breath, "Not like you've never seen tits. I hate bras." As she was scraping the top of the porch I couldn't believe it. As her shorts waved back and forth, I caught frequent, brief glimpses of her tight blonde curls. Every 15 seconds or so she exerted herself enough for her lips to delicately part company then kiss each other once again. I thought my cock was going to explode I was so hard. This was going to be some excellent late night material, I thought. She had a nice, thick mat of hair on her pussy, just like I loved to see it. I was trying to hold the ladder but my mind was clearly elsewhere and it showed because she pushed once too hard and the ladder tilted and she almost fell off. "Hey, you trying to kill me or what?" she laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, I don't want to go to the hospital on such a nice day!" I laughed nervously and about 5 minutes later or so she finished up and came down the ladder into the yard. My heart was still racing from the peepshow I'd enjoyed. As she came down the ladder I caught a faint whiff of pussy smell, a little musky. I think a little bit of semen leaked out against my will. This was too much. "Man is it hot out here", she said. "You want some iced tea?" "Sure, yeah, iced tea would be good." We walked into her house and she poured us a few tall ones. "Well, what do you think, Jakey?" "I'm glad I could give you a hand. It'll look good when you get it all fixed up." "I'm not talking about that", she said as she took a long gulp of tea. "I meant my body. What do you think of my pussy? Is it too hairy for you?" I was so stunned I simply did not know how to reply. I had never heard a woman I barely know be so direct. The feeling was so exciting and so raw it was fantastic. So at this point I was thinking it's safe to say that she wants me to fuck her so I eagerly played along in her explicit verbal game. "No, I love hairy pussy. I love to lick it when it's sweaty, too." I figured what the hell? Either she's going to slap me or she is into it. "You like to lick sweaty pussy? You want to show me?" I could see her lips quiver with excitement as she said that. "What about Chet?", I asked. "Chet? He was just last night's dish, and he won't be back. I picked him up and the fucker wouldn't go down on me so I kicked him out. I don't think he'll be talking to me any time soon. Stop talking. Your tongue needs its energy." She went into the bedroom taking off her clothes along the way. She lay down on the bed, spread eagle and gently nudged her lips apart. "Come on, lick me. I need to come. I missed my nightly session yesterday." Nightly session? Whatever. Her pussy was slick and inviting and I was more than ready to lick her til she screamed. I left my clothes on and went over to the bed. I got in front of her and slipped my hands under her ass cheeks. She moaned in delight and licked her lips in anticipation. "Lick me, lick me, lick me…", she repeated over and over again. She smelled musky and tasted of salt. "Uhhhh, yahhhhh!", she yelled when I brushed my nose against her clit. "Oooh, yeah, you might be a keeper. Yeah, you keep eating me like this and I'm going to have you over here eating me out every fucking day. Lick me. Yeah, that's it, aaaaahhhh, yeah, lick, lick, lick. Oooooo that tongue feels so good, oh, baby you lick me so fucking good. Lick me you fucking pussyeater, yeah, lick my pussy." She emitted a steady stream of filthy suggestions including inserting a digit into her rectum. I did lose a little bit of come in my pants but not enough to reduce my erection. I had a nice healthy supply of come and she was definitely going to get her portion. Her pussy was quite literally dripping, fluid oozing like I had never seen before. I don't know what was more exciting to me…doing what I was doing or knowing that we had yet to so much as shake hands. This was like porno movie stuff. We just could tell I guess that both of us were adventurous and straight up. It's just hard to believe, looking back on it now, that it actually did happen like it did. "Oh, yeah. Get your finger slick and put it up my ass and keep licking me. Don't you stop licking, oh yeah, lick that pussy little boy. Are you my little errand licking pussy boy" her words were no longer coherent or sensible, but that was the least of my focus. I remember having to hold back laughter at some of the crazy stuff she was saying but it was just so cool that she was so open with her thoughts. It was incredibly shocking and exciting. I could hardly wait for what was next. Yeah, aaaaaa, oh, yeah. Move it in and out, a little faster. Faster, yeah just a little faster. Perfect! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm going to rub my clit now and come. Yeah, yeah keep that finger pumping in and out of my ass, you filthy finger fucker. Aaaa!!!" And that was it for little Angie. She came so violently she arched her hips off the bed and almost broke my nose. I put my finger back into her ass as she started to come down from her orgasm. "Aaaah, oh, yeah, you licked me so good, I needed that so badly. Oh, yeah, you aren't afraid of licking a nice sweaty pussy are you? Ooooh, yeah baby it's your turn." I thought, "Oh, yeah this pussy is going to feel so good." I slid out of my shorts and shirt and proudly pumped my cock as I got back onto the bed. "Anal or oral, honey, what's it going to be? Nobody fucks my pussy. Not til I'm in love and I'm not in love with you." She rattled it off so fast it was obvious that this was her line. Wow. OK, decision time. "How about we start with oral and then have anal?" "Nope. You pick a hole and stick with it til you come. That's the rule." "OK, anal then." "I get a lot of that", she smirked. "Get the lube and grease up your cock. You're thick so put lots on. I mean it." I went over and got the KY having almost come after this last exchange of words. I did as instructed and returned to the bed. "You want to fuck my ass with me facing you on my back, fuck my ass doggie style, me on top of you sliding down onto your cock, what do you want? You should feel special…you did such a nice job eating my pussy that I'm actually giving you a choice of positions!" "On your back facing me. I want to fuck your ass with you on your back." "OK, you'll have to hold my legs up. Put it against my ass and let me guide it in. I don't want you ramming it up my ass before I'm ready." Again, I did as I was asked/told and let my head rest against her ass. She looked off to the side as she grabbed my shaft and leaned toward me. "Oooh, it feels good so far. Nice and thick." She looked me in the face and said, "OK, I'm ready. Push a little. Just a little, let it get all the way up my ass nice and slow." I could feel her ass stretching and she moaned as my balls came to rest on the crack of her ass. It felt fantastic. This was my first time with anal. I had always wondered how it would feel, imagining it would feel so tight and different. I was right on both accounts, tight at the ring of her ass, and more loose as my cock went deeper. Slowly I worked it into her and all the way back out again. I put the head against her again and felt it pop back in as she gasped. "Ooohhh, yeah, good ass fucker, you are. Yeah, fuck me in the ass. Kiss me. I want a kiss while you're buried in my ass. Let me kiss your face while you fuck my ass. Move your abs out, I want to rub my clitty. I want to come again while you are in my ass." That was it. I leaned over to kiss her, my cock now thickening as I approached orgasm. I could feel it getting close. "Oh, I am going to come. I am going to pump so much come into your tight ass. I hope you like getting come shot up your ass because that's what you're getting! I'm coming! I'm coming!!!!" , I yelled as I pumped her ass. I could feel spurt after spurt blasting into her tight hole. A few seconds later she began to come, and I could feel her ass quivering with delight. Her tits were surprisingly firm and were jiggling playfully on her chest as she handled my pounding up her ass. "Yeah, yeah!! Up my ass, fuck me up the ass!!" she yelled out as she, too, orgasmed. We kissed almost violently as I packed her ass with my thick member, spurting the final seminal blobs, her anus choking my straining mmber. I kissed her again more passionately before sliding out of her. We both lay on the bed for a few minutes before saying a word. The room had a smell of sweat, come and sex stench that I'll never forget. "When can we do this again?" I asked. "Whenever you want, baby, I'm ready for you. You can lick pussy better than guys twice your age. You're a natural. Any time you want to stick that tongue up my furry slot you are welcome to do so. You want to bang my ass, fuck my face, whatever, as long as you lick my clit and lips my ass is yours. I owe you a blowjob, too. That tongue job was unreal. A-OK Angie says you're A-OK." "A-O, as in anal-oral. There was a guy at the bar last night that said that to Chet as he walked out with you." "That was Fisher. After a few weeks he bored me. It's for the best; he wouldn't fuck my ass anyway. OK, enough talking. I have work to do outside. I'll see you later. It's time for you to go." And just like that I got my stuff and went home. Once there I wondered for a few hours whether it was some sort of masturbatory fantasy or if it really had happened. That was by far the most explicit language I had ever used and I had never heard a woman use such vile and filthy language. It was incredibly exciting and shocking. I could not wait to fuck her again. How would I go back to her house? What was I going to do, walk up to the door and say "Hey you want me to drill your ass?" Apparently that is all I would have to do. As I got into the shower, I had all the reassurance I needed; I could still smell and taste her pussy on my lips and face. It happened, and with any luck it would definitely happen again. _End of Chapter 1_

"I can't believe this is happening to me!!" she moaned. Sophia was pouting. Her delicate features marred by a frown. She had just turned 18; half a girl, half a woman. Still so naïve and self-centered, she was absorbing the terrible news her mother, Eve, had delivered. "Why are you and Roger breaking up? What do you mean we're moving out?!? My party is supposed to be next weekend!" "Honey, please understand..." said her mother, Eve. "No, I don't want to understand. You are ruining MY life!!" Sophia shouted. Eve had dreaded this conversation. Her second husband Roger was wealthy and handsome, yet the marriage had always been rocky. Eve long suspected that Roger had his eye on Sophia. And why not, her little girl had grown to be beautiful. Her dirty blond hair was thick and soft, falling to her shoulders, framing a face with stunning, big, blue eyes. She secretly felt her best feature was her full D cup breasts although she worked hard for her trim athletic waist and toned legs that were perfectly tanned and waxed. Sophia was a bit vain and knew she was an attractive girl. Ever since she was young she could see the affect she had on men. Even much older men would try to strike up conversations with her when she was out. She loved the attention and flirted often. Too often for her mother's liking. That was what had enticed Roger. His leering looks over the years had become more insidious and his 'innocent' comments had grown increasingly overt. The final straw came recently. Eve had just finished sucking Roger's thick 8 inch cock and was swirling her tongue around the head, teasing out every last drop. "I'd like to fuck you and Sophia." said Roger matter-of-factly. Eve was caught mid swallow and choked down the rest of the large load of come that she had in her mouth. She gagged a bit as a line of come dribbled down her chin and sputtered, "What?!?" "I want a threesome. She's legal now and we both know how sexual she's become." "What are you talking about? Are you crazy? My baby is not a sexual toy for your use." They fought. Eve felt she had no choice but to leave immediately with her daughter. That brought them here to Sophia's room while Eve threw together a suitcase. Despite Sophia's protests and snotty behavior she eventually complied with Eve's request to collect her things. She made sure to bring her favorite dildo. She laughed to herself, "A girl can get lonely." As Eve and Sophia hurried to fill the SUV with their bags they didn't even notice the van that had pulled up the long driveway. The men who exited the van were masked and silent. They walked quickly up behind the girls and clamped rags over their faces. The girl's screams were muffled by the chloroform soaked cloth and they quickly lost consciousness. Eyes opened and then shut as if the effort of lifting the lids was too great, Eve struggled to awaken. The light streamed into her squinting eyes and her heavy tongue fought the words, "Whe...Where am I?" "You are in my care," the voice intoned seemingly near her ear although the stranger was standing in the shadowy corner of the room. His face covered in a mask; he stood at least 6'5" and while he was dressed in slacks, dress shirt and cape she could still see that his physique was impressive. Her eyes adjusted to the light of the room and she could see that it was not the brightness of the light that hurt her eyes, in fact it was quite dim, but rather the length of time she had been unconscious. The dingy gray concrete walls had no windows. She saw a camera mounted in each corner of the room and television monitors on the walls. As she tried to move she realized that her hands were cuffed to the side railings of the bed she lied on. Eve rattled the cuffs ever more frantically as she tried to escape. "Relax," said the man in the mask. "You won't escape here. Even if you got out of the cuffs, the door is 9 inches of black steel. After that, you'd need a map to leave the building, trust me," he laughed. The wicked laugh reverberated along the walls of the small concrete room. There was no place to hide. She screamed anyway. Long and loud, her screams went unanswered. Finally, the man strode from the corner and delivered a backhanded slap that left a red mark on her cheek. "Silence!!" he thundered. He turned and clicked on one of the television monitors. The monitor showed an image of Sophia, eyes closed with an angelic expression on her sleeping face. She was dressed in a sheer nightie and Eve could see the outline of her thong panties underneath. "If you do not comply with every request and demand made of you then your daughter will pay the price. The only way to keep your daughter safe is to serve and obey with enthusiasm. Do you understand?" Eve looked up at the man, eyes vacant and uncomprehending. He slapped her again and it brought her out of her stupor. As the man spoke to her, she did not notice the quiet group of men filing in to the room. Seven black warriors, muscles glistening with oil, wearing only briefs. If the bulges in them were any indication then Eve was in for a very long night! The men carried dog leashes, chains and cruel looking nipple clamps. "You may call me the Marquis," said the man in the mask. "I have been tasked with the pleasurable duty of breaking you," he said matter-of-factly. Eve felt a fear she had never known before. Goose bumps arose along the back of her neck. The man swiftly fixed the dog leash around Eve's throat. The suddenness surprised her. She had not even seen one the men hand it to the Marquis. Yanking the chain upward pulled her head up and dispelled any other thoughts in her head. "Look around you," he barked. Eve began to study the black men in the room. Several had removed their underwear. Thick, inky black cocks with dark veins throbbing fixated her. She'd never been with a black man before and the only three-ways she'd had were drunken college romps. It had been exhilarating fun and so easy to fuck one boy doggie style and suck another off. She found herself transfixed by the varying shades of black cocks surrounding her. "I don't think I can do it," she said softly. "Any man you do not satisfy will be released into your daughter's quarters," the man replied bluntly. The dark circle of men closed around her; a cruel coldness in their eyes despite grinning mouths. She gasped as a big, black, bulbous penis head was shoved into her face and pressed against her lips. A light sheen of pre-come was left against her lips as it brushed past. She hesitated, but a strong black hand grabbed her silky, blond hair and rammed her forward. Surprised she opened her mouth and using an old trick she learned in her college sorority, she suppressed her gag reflex and took nearly all the long, dark dong down her throat which bulged at the girth of it. A man positioned himself beneath her, his rippling muscles clearly visible. He began hungrily sucking at her nipples and breasts. The prolonged assault began to create warmth from the bottom of her belly to her clit. Her pussy started get wet while her head was being forced back on forth on the giant black knob in her mouth. "How is this happening?! I am such a slut for letting this turn me on!" A third man had buried his face in her upturned ass. He couldn't resist the sight of her beautiful pink pussy and tight virgin bunghole. He ran his tongue flat from her clit up to her asshole. She'd never had anyone treat her this way! His tongue flicked along the crack, teasing her puckered little hole before diving deep in her asshole while holding her ass cheeks apart. The warmth in her belly continued to grow. Meanwhile, the black man below her pressed the tip of his cock against her wet opening. A wet, slurping sound echoed through the concrete room as he slid the full length of his 9 inch cock into her. She didn't need any lube to take him despite his size and girth. She began to rock back and forth aggressively. She was losing control of her body and her mind would soon follow! He quickly picked up the rhythm. The big, black man continued to rim her while she was fucked mercilessly by the black stud below her. The invading tongue was relentless despite her hips rocking back and forth. He was latched on to her like a giant alien tentacle raping her tight little asshole. She lost her mind as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. "Unnhhhh," she cried out. "Oh yeah, that pretty white ass has been warmed up good. Time to fuck it." A large, black cock head rubbed against her pink, puckered asshole slick with spit. The black boy's face was broken by a sharp, white smile that seemed incongruous with the look in his eye. He spat on her asshole and watched as his friends fucked her pussy and mouth mercilessly. He pushed against her sphincter and felt it initially pull tighter, afraid of his advances. "Relax, sweetie, I'm coming in either way. Let's make it easy on you, baby" Eve could barely think as her pussy and mouth were being violated, but she realized that the third black man was trying to fuck her in the ass! She breathed deeply every time the big black dong left her throat, gasping for air and trying to let her ass relax and accept the big, black monster that was knocking at her back door. His cock slid deeper into her ass with every rhythmic rise of her hips. Soon it was a perfect ballet. Her pussy slammed down on the black cock and then rose up to accept the cock in her ass deeper and deeper. All the while the strong black hand remained clamped on the back of her head, fucking her face and mouth relentlessly. She could feel the cock in her mouth start to twitch and grow. She knew it was only moments until his load filled her mouth. She hoped that it wouldn't choke her. "Aaaaahhhhh," the black man groaned as his balls tightened and released spurt after spurt of come. He pulled head back and aimed for her mouth. His aim was only fifty/fifty and his come shot into her eyes and onto her chin. Blinded by come, she could only helplessly swallow everything she could. She could hear a camera bulb flash and realized that someone was taking pictures of her most vulnerable moment. A signal was made and the men decided to rotate. "You need to clean the cock that was in your ass, sweetheart," a man said. Her head spun as she wanted to resist the demand. However, she was no match for these big, black thugs and a strong, dark hand held the back of her head while she swirled her tongue around the tip of the black cock that had stretched and filled her anus only moments before. She lovingly cleaned he head despite the strong flavor. Then she deep throated it several times quickly moving up and down the entire length of the cock. "Oh shit!" cried the man as the depravity of the scene affected him. His moans came from deeper in his throat as his balls tightened. She felt him tense up and he pulled her mouth back to tip of his cock. Streams of hot, white come flew from the tip of his penis and she caught ropes of come across her tongue and face. She smiled as she thought about how much she had pleased this man. Eve was so engrossed in pleasing the African warrior with her mouth that she barely noticed another eager cockhead at her asshole. By now it was much easier to enter for the man's cock, slicked with spit. He entered her in one swift motion that took her breath away. This man was slightly wider than the last and filled her even more. The man who had been fucking her pussy was now at her mouth while another took his place. Eve carefully cleaned the cock of her fuck juices and began to sensually suck on his balls while stroking his cock. She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and made loud slurping noises as she washed his nuts with her mouth. Eve flicked her tongue along the ridges of his balls and back to his dusky taint. The man turned to accommodate Eve and his breathing quickened as her tongue worked feverishly up and down his crack. The man fucking her ass was blown away by the scene. "This bitch is the craziest ho I've ever fucked," he thought. Unable to last any longer he pulled out and roughly grabbed her hair as he stood alongside her. His come filled her willing and waiting mouth. Eve swallowed every drop and squeezed the shaft from the base to make sure none was wasted. Eve had transformed into a cum hungry whore! As soon as the man was satiated, Eve returned to rimming the black god before her and within moments he was ready to come. Turning around he let fly a drenching load of come into her eyes and mouth. She hungrily lapped it up and spoke almost nonsensically as she begged for more. Eve felt drained and triumphant, barely realizing that three men were still waiting their turn. The men positioned themselves at each hole and began to rotate every few minutes so that Eve was given the honor of cleaning her ass and pussy from each cock in turn. The men could not hold out for long and soon Eve was drenched in another round of come. The men stood around her and admired their handiwork. The camera flashed again and again as the men posed her in different ways. "You have done well," the Marquis said. Eve had not realized the cruel man had left and re-entered the room at some point. "I drained every man to protect my daughter," Eve replied proudly. "You provided quite a show for your daughter. You are an excellent role model. And I will hold up my end of the bargain, your daughter will not be forced to satisfy my henchmen. However, it seems that she may want to do so willingly. Somehow she got the idea that doing so will protect you from harm," the Marquis laughed as he strode out of the room. "Nooooooooo," screamed Eve as the thick black steel door slammed shut behind the cruel man.

**[Please Click Here to Read The Chain Story Introduction& Outline Provided by Judo](http://www.literotica.com/chain/talisman/talisman.htm)** * * * * * He slid a palm over a smooth stone shaped like a woman’s rear. His fingers slipped into the crack and tested the drying mortar. He tensed, shoving into the rock, but felt no give to it. Stepping away, he judged the angle of the wall to be true. He couldn’t keep himself from laying his hands on the stone again. He traced his fingers over the newly created part and stared down the rolling length of wall. It was real, tactile. It was solid and strong. Nothing could breech it. The sense of urgency to complete this wall was briefly replaced with the relief that it existed. “A good day’s work. Dismiss the men, salarius.” He ignored the salarius, a salaried non-commissioned officer, dismissing the men in favor of their completed efforts. Their mad rush to an evening's libation at the fort didn't distract him. Some called it folly. There were whisperings that Hadrian had lost his nerve against the Celtic barbarians. Tallus knew, however, that they were wrong. There was nothing so important as this wall. “Praefectus Ursus.” Glaring, he turned on the man who dared interrupt him. His clerk, an immune, scurried up the hill toward him. Paullus was innured to his moods, the immune had been with him since he'd left Rome. “Praefectus, there is a messenger waiting in your quarters. He has come directly from Rome.” “From Rome? What does Rome want with us?” “I don’t know, but he says that he has come from Caesar.” “ _Caesar? Here?_ “ Tallus pivoted, his red cloak snapping behind him. Another thought, this one more disturbing, struck him. “Where is Brigid?” “Ah, she hasn’t returned from the Brigantes camp yet. Do you wish me to send the guard for her?” “No.” He strode toward his quarters, his mind racing. What would Caesar want with the Sixth Victrix? “Sir. There is something you should know.” “What is it, Paullus?” “The messenger, sir. It’s Gaius.” Tallus froze for a moment, shock icing his nerves. No. It couldn’t be that. The braziers in his rooms had already been attended to. His evening meal was laid among the papers of his desk, enough for two men, and none of the servants were in sight. He cast an eye toward his bedroom, expecting to hear a fiery demand from Brigid, but she was mercifully absent. She was nagging enough without being privy to this. Gaius was leaning against the hearth, brooding into the fire. Tallus paused a moment, then ignored the younger man and crossed to his desk. He poured himself a hefty measure of wine and gnawed on his bread. “Tallus Hostilus Ursus.” The voice was soft and full of hostility. “Legendary Praefectus of the Legio Sextae Victrix. Conqueror of the Germanics and builder of the great wall.” He took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes. “No where in your pedigree does it mention father.” “No, it doesn’t.” Gaius glanced over his shoulder for a moment, his dark eyes shining with hatred in the firelight. “You are quite the warrior, Ursus.” “You didn’t come here to compliment me on my fighting skill.” “Of course not. I came to see what a coward looks like.” Tallus surged to his feet, his hand clamping in the hilt of his sword. The cords on his neck stood out as he forced himself to remain where he was. “I am no coward, boy.” “My father was fat and slow. Yet you refused to fight him.” “I was exiled to the Victrix and well you know it.” “You refused to stay and fight. You let a fat Bacchanalian defeat you without even a whimper.” Tallus hissed a curse under his breath. He should have expected this. “If that is what you wish to believe, then so be it.” Gaius stormed away from the hearth. “What else am I to believe? The man never let me forget that I wasn’t his, that I wasn’t ever his son.” “What else did he tell you?” “Nothing. He would tell me nothing. His secretary told me last winter. I had to find out that my real father was alive and well. That he was a great warrior. That he had left before I was born and never looked back.” Tallus sat down and sighed. “What did your _mother_ tell you?” “She finally told me the truth, old man. She finally told me that you left Rome when she told you that she was pregnant and that you never returned.” “That _bitch!_ “ Tallus wanted to put his fist through the desk. It had been more than twenty years and still the betrayal felt as new as if it had just happened. The blow took him by surprise and his head rocked to the side under the force of it. His body reacted with battle hardened instinct and years of muscle honed by fighting. He sent Gaius flying across the room. His hand went again to the hilt of his sword again, but only the sheer force of will kept him from using it. Gaius picked himself off the floor slowly. He shook his head and rubbed his jaw, new respect dawning in his eyes. “If you have nothing further to say, boy, get out.” “Hadrian is dead.” “I knew that.” “Antonius Caesar has decided that Hadrian’s Wall is not necessary. The Sixth is to move to the river these savages call Clyde.” “No!” Gaius bared his teeth in a mocking grin. “Oh yes. Maybe you’ll have the decency to get yourself killed in glorious battle for the empire. _Father._ “ “Is that all?” Tallus rubbed his temples and felt every one of his years beating on him. Was there never any respite? The boy’s smirk faded, replaced with a momentary fragile confusion, and then his expression hardened again. “The orders are on your desk, Praefectus.” Gaius swept through the door and the long-cherished fantasy of a joyful reunion of father and son finally died a short and painful death. Tallus had thought the betrayal of his long ago lover was the worst thing he would ever endure. This was much worse. He put his palms to his stinging eyes and tried to gather his thoughts. “I did not know you had a son, Beithir.” He jerked, surprised for the second time that night. Brigid leaned against the threshold to his sleeping area. He turned his attention to the paper on his desk. Carefully, he broke the seal and unrolled it. The standard greetings gave way to the specifics. The Sixth were to leave behind a small contingent to guard their bastion at Eboracum and move north to the river Clyde to entrench. There work on a new wall would commence. Hadrian’s Wall was to be abandoned. He ignored the burning knot in his chest and opened a piece of fresh parchment. “Beithir.” He dipped his stylus into the inkpot. “I will not be ignored, Roman.” He wanted to shred the missive from Rome. Perhaps destroy his desk. He felt as if he could single-handedly take all of Britannia. The white of her linen gown nudged into his peripheral vision. His guts roiled with mingled rage and something he couldn’t identify. His stylus skittered across the parchment. “Roman!” He refused to remove his attention from his work. She twined her fingers in his hair and jerked his head back. Her furious eyes clashed with his, making it all that more difficult to keep from hurting her. “I asked you a question, Roman. I expect an answer.” “I owe you nothing. Begone, I have work to do.” “Nothing! I am entitled to--” “You’re my whore, Brigid. You’re entitled to my cock and nothing else. Leave.” “Wh--!” Unlike his son, Brigid hit like a seasoned warrior. Her fist, unexpected as it was, nearly knocked him out of his chair. “I am no man’s whore!” Her bellow echoed through the compound. He caught the trailing edge of her fiery red hair and twisted his fist into it. He kicked the chair back and dragged her into the other room. She grabbed his arm, kicking at his legs. He threw her bodily onto his bed and ripped off his cloak. She bounced up, fists swinging. He ducked one, caught the other on his upper arm, and tore her gown. Legs flying, she fell onto her back with an angry grunt. He planted a hand on her chest and jerked at the stays to his armor. Screaming incoherently, she kicked at him, glancing a few blows off his thighs and one to his belly. By the gods, he’d forgotten how strong she was. She bared her teeth and went for his arm in an echo of their first meeting. This time he didn’t slap her as he had then. Instead, he pinned her down with his body and crushed her mouth with his. She bit at him, beating at his back and shoulders with her fists. He ignored them and forced her legs apart. He shredded the cloth that stood in his way and pressed his cock to her. She curved her fingers into claws and went for his eyes. Grabbing her wrists, he shoved them above her head and thrust himself heavily into her. She trashed under him, bucking like a wild horse. He penetrated her fully, uncaring of his leather armor and her deceptively delicate skin. The throbbing of his heart was as furious as the heat in her tight sex. She jerked an arm free and slammed her fist into his ear. The pain rang through his head and he reared up, roaring. She glared at him, her eyes as enraged as he felt. If he put himself close enough she would sink her teeth into him. He pounded into her, his cock ready to explode. If he could do nothing else, he would master her. Break her. Every muscle in his body tensed under the pressure of forcing his will on her. She quit fighting him then. Her body relaxed, accepting him on top of her. Her eyes, cold as the lights in the far northern sky, finally closed. He shuddered, feeling the power coursing through him to his sac, and emptied his seed into her. The aftermath of orgasm brought with it merciless conscience. Brigid turned her head away from him, denying him as much as was possible considering that they were joined. His cock shriveled and he slowly disengaged from her. He righted his armor and tried to think of what to say, but nothing came to mind. Usually Brigid spoke enough for the both of them while they lay curled together until Somnus took them. This time she didn’t move. Gently, he arranged the ruined linen around her legs. A pent up breath exploded from her and she sucked in a new one, her body shuddering under the force of restraint. He tugged on her chin until he could see her unnaturally pale face. Her reddish lashes were dusted with diamond clear tears while her jaw clenched under his fingers. He let her go to see her jerk her face away from him. She quivered, swallowing another long, shuddery breath. It was like a fist to his gut. “Brigid . . .” She twisted onto her side, giving him her back, and curled into a ball. A whimper escaped her tightly sealed lips. The odd thought struck him. She never cried like the women he knew. They never seemed to mind if he witnessed it; they seemed to relish his guilt. Brigid never wanted him there. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came to mind. He snapped his cloak in place and left her instead. He went to his wall. The wall had never betrayed him, had never been betrayed by him, had never been exposed to emotion enough to choke a man. The wall simply stood, a bastion against the insane forces of an enemy that never fought with honor. Headhunters and assassins, they hid in the trees and attacked the unsuspecting counting any death as an honorable one. This wall kept them at bay, secured his men from sneak attacks, and preserved a measure of peace. He touched the cool stone and waited for the solace it always brought. There was none. Nothing but abandonment and betrayal. His, hers, the wall’s. With a curse, he stormed toward the fort. He skirted the barracks and stomped past the armory. The men had erected a temple to Mars, one to Jupiter, and one to Venus. He stopped at that one. Venus? He hadn’t been informed of this temple. It wasn’t much, just a statue of Venus set into a niche in the outer wall of the fort. There was an awning for cover and a fire next to her feet. His mind flashed to a brief picture of Brigid curled up in his bed, weeping. Rather than move on, he stepped into the tiny temple. Years ago he had walked into the majestic temple of Venus in Rome. It had been full of clean columns, fountains, and people. The central statue had been carved of the purest marble and featured a larger than life Goddess. This one had a crude wooden statue, one candle, and woven grass mat for the supplicant. Then he had prayed for a burning love to last forever. Now, he didn’t quite know what he was doing. He thought again of Brigid. “Do you wish a charm to find a lady’s favor, centurion?” The interloper stepped into the ring of candlelight and placed a small bowl of oil next to the Goddess’s feet. He could see nothing but dark robes and black hair. “Who are you?” “I tend this temple to the Goddess. There is a need for love even here at the ends of the earth.” “You are a Roman?” “I am sworn to the Goddess. Perhaps you have chosen her and would like a token to get your lady love’s regard?” “There is nothing that will return her regard.” “The Goddess may grant you a reprieve. All you must do is ask.” “This is nonsense.” He shook his head to clear it. He was a warrior, not some lovestruck swain. “The only God there is for me is Mars. Under him I find my destiny.” “Destiny is it, Ursus? You have spent too much time attempting to create your own destiny. Fate comes from the Gods, not from machinations of man.” “Machinations. You know nothing of machinations. A man’s destiny is found in his sword arm and in his orders.” The woman dug around in her robes a moment then pressed something warm into his hand. “Take this, then, warrior. Where ever your orders lead you, may the Goddess protect you as she can.” He caught her hand. “I don’t need this.” “Perhaps not, but there are those of us who rely on your strength to keep us safe. If not for yourself, then take it for the ones who need you.” She backed a step, into the shadows. “You don’t come round often enough, centurion. The Goddess is always pleased to see you.” He squeezed the thing in his hand and stared at the darkness the priestess had vanished into. He grunted and looked at the wooden Goddess of Love before inspecting her token. A warm ivory medallion covered a small part of his palm. It was a clear piece of ivory, vaguely colored with age. A female form that he didn’t recognize winked at him. An incarnation of Venus, perhaps, but not like any he’d ever seen. Her eyes were alien and so was her dress. The gold chain spilled along his fingers. He’d never seen the like; it had no links, only woven gold like fine linen. He lifted the necklace to set it onto the shelf by the statue’s feet, but didn’t. Perhaps he could give it to Brigid. Brigid. He twisted the pendant in his palm. There was only one thing she wanted from him. It wasn’t a bauble from a street priestess. He looked off in the direction of his wall. He had sworn to her that he’d never give it to her, what she craved. He slipped the chain over his neck in resignation. Now he would. She was still in his bed when he returned. Her torn gown had been replaced with a fresh one, the one he’d ruined still smoldered in the brazier. Asleep she looked like one of Vesta’s virgins. Pure and innocent. There had been times when he’d done nothing but watch her sleep and found it peaceful. Awake she was anything but. The fire that burnished her hair golden red burned through everything she did. Guilt sliced through him and he couldn’t put it off. “Brigid.” He poured himself a measure of wine. “Brigid, wake up.” “Go away, Roman. I have suffered you enough for one night.” She rolled over and snuggled into the blankets. “Get up, woman. I have a gift for you.” “I don’t want your gifts, Roman.” “You will want this one.” He sat on the corner of his bed and stared at floor. He felt her shifting. “I don’t want your apologies or trinkets either.” “I am giving you your freedom. I will have Paullus see that you get home at first light or as soon as you are ready.” Her laughter, harsh and humorless, wasn’t what he expected. “Too late, Roman.” “I am not asking your forgiveness, woman. I am granting you what you’ve asked for.” “That isn’t what I mean, clod. It is too late. I can‘t go home There is none for me to go back to.” “What? This attack on your people will be--” He surged to his feet and faced her, prepared for battle. “They weren’t attacked, Roman.” “Then what is wrong?” “I am exiled.” Her eyes slanted to meet his. “Like you.” He fought off the urge to wrap himself around her and make tendersweet love to her until she smiled at him. “I will not tolerate this.” “You have no choice.” “I am the law here, Brigid. I will help you.” “I am pregnant, Roman.” She laughed again, this time bitterly. “My father demanded revenge. I would not let him kill you. For this, I was exiled. The jest is on me, isn’t it?” “A child?” He felt as if he’d been through a skirmish. His heart was racing and he couldn’t breathe. “I am to be a father?” “No, you‘re not. My daughter will have a father who loves her or none at all.” “I will be a good father.” “Like you are to your son? I saw how you behaved toward him.” He ground his teeth in frustration. The truth was that he had never been a good father. “I don’t see how you have a choice, Brigid. You have no place else.” “You’re leaving for the north country soon. I am not going with you.” “Of course not, it’s too dangerous. You will come when it is safe for you to be there. I won’t have you or our son hurt.” Protective instincts that he never knew existed rose up inside of him. He could almost see her with their little boy, her stomach expanding with another one. “I’m nothing but your whore, Roman. I will remain here. Perhaps ply my trade.” “No!” His roar took them both by surprise. Clenching his hand on the ivory medallion, he lowered his voice. “No. You aren’t my whore, you’re my woman and mine only. What I said earlier, I should not have. I am sorry.” He shoved both hands through his hair. That wasn’t what he had intended to say. He wanted to snatch the words back, but it was too late. He wasn’t a man who apologized, such things were women’s weakness. He sought the words that would lessen the others, to blunt their sharpness, but nothing came to mind. “Sorry, aye, you’re a sorry man, Beithir.” She sighed an echo of bone weariness. “We will discuss this tomorrow,” he said stonily. She cast her eyes at him obliquely, touching the medallion then measuring him in some witchy Celtic way no doubt. “It is late. Come to bed.” He opened his mouth to tell her exactly who gave the orders, but she pressed her fingers to his lips and he let her silence him. Her fingers worked the stays to his armor, sometimes clashing with his as he helped her. She kissed his naked shoulder in muted acceptance and a tight knot inside of him unwound itself. A little fear, so foreign after twenty years, let itself go. To say anything would be to shame himself, something he had vowed to never do again. Instead, he took her into his arms and held her fiercely. Her heart pounded against his. Between them the ivory medallion burned like Vulcan’s forge. She reached up and touched his face with her long fingers, her eyes full of some female emotion that he refused to identify. He took a deep breath and thought of the wall. His chest hardened comfortably once again, making it a simpler task to close his eyes. The faint, unexpected guilt was easy to ignore. He pressed his lips to hers, to see if she would bite him or relent. She opened her mouth and let him inside. His tongue swept across her teeth to mate with hers. The heat was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It both burned and beguiled him. He sucked at her tongue, drawing it into his mouth, and tasted her inner fire. She arched into him, rubbing her body against his and spreading the blaze through the rest of his body. For the second time he ripped her gown from her body. This time she helped him strip it from her, as if she couldn’t bear to have anything between them either. He tumbled her onto her back, following her into the blankets. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down for another searing kiss. He gave into her mouth, letting her have her way, and sent his fingers down the smooth lines of her body to the fiery wet curls between her legs. She spread her thighs, lifting herself against his hand, and tried to pull him into her. He groaned into her mouth, the urge to penetrate her almost unbearable. The only thing stronger was the need to taste her a little more. She tried to pull him back to her mouth when he licked along her jaw to nibble at her throat. With both hands, he plucked at her nipples. She shivered, gasping. He took one in his mouth, lashing at the hardened nub with his tongue before sucking on it. The musky taste of her sex filled his mouth. He’d never tasted a woman’s juice before, had never desired to. It was an almost unheard of deviance that was looked down upon. She tasted like the smelled, earthy and intoxicating. He dipped his fingers into her nether lips again, then painted the other nipple with it. He licked the wetness off and only wanted more. He rose, spreading her legs wider, and looked down at her. The red hair between her thighs gleamed wetly in the lamplight and the scent of her filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and watched her smile at him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her gently rounded belly, to his child. She slid her hand into his hair, smoothing his scalp with long strokes of her nails. Settling between her legs, he pressed a kiss to the top of her sex. “Beithir! No!” She tugged at his hair. “What are you doing.” “Hush, Brigid.” He licked at her nether lips. “Have you lost your mind, Roman? Stop it at once!” He must have. He could think of no other reason for what he was doing. His tongue glided over her lips again, lapping up her wetness, and he no longer cared. She tasted like burnished fire and he wanted more of it. He parted the lips with his fingers and licked at the source. She gasped, her hips jerking, and nearly jerked out fistfuls of his hair. So she liked this as well as he liked her mouth on him. He ran his tongue over every bit of flesh he could reach, inside and out. He sucked one lip into his mouth, and then the other one. The more he tasted the juicier she got. He pulled back a little and spread her open. He had never actually seen a woman’s vagina this closely. He knew what it was like in general. There was a hole guarded by lips and hair. At the top was the clitoris. Hers was a shiny pink nub no bigger than the blunt end of his stylus. Rubbing it with his finger while he rode her never failed to bring her to climax. She jerked as if struck by lightning when he swiped it with his tongue. He did it again, enjoying the sound of her panting cries. He tested her clitoris with sharp touches, gentle caresses, and varied the speed of his licks. He knew what pleased her most not only by her breathing, but as if someone where whispering it in his ear. Lick her here, like that, harder, faster, gently. He slid two fingers into her while lashing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue and he knew that it would make her body erupt with sensation even before he did it. He pressed upwards and found a spot that he could almost feel within his own body. Coupled with the unrelenting tongue on her clitoris, she couldn’t resist the tide of pleasure. Her hips surged upwards, forcing her sex harder onto his mouth, and her low scream echoed through the room. She pleaded with him, begged for him to take her, but wouldn’t stop pulling his face into her. He couldn’t wait another moment. He threw her ankles over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock to her still throbbing sex. Finding the entrance, he sank inside. She was like hot oil and a tight fist. Her orgasm turned her into a rhythmically clenching sheath, one that sucked at his cock like a mouth. He withdrew and then thrust himself deep inside again, seating himself almost fully. He did it again, and then again until she held all of him. He had been fucking her for nearly two years and he had never felt her this way. She was liquid fire and he would never get enough of it. He pulled back, the head of his cock rasping against the heated walls of her sex made him grit his teeth to keep from shooting his seed. He wasn’t ready for that, he wanted more. His head pounded from the want. Putting his hands on the bed on either side of her, he rocked into the cradle of her hips. The tightness and the heat stole his breath. He knew he wouldn’t last long. “Breithir,” she hissed. He could barely hear her over his own breathing. “Breithir.” Orgasm slammed into him, starting with the tips of his toes and the top of his head, then exploding though him and into her. His eyes rolled into his head and his roar shook the walls. He knew he said something, but he couldn’t grasp the words. He fell down beside her on the bed, her fingers in his sweaty hair, too content to tell where she ended and he began. Asleep before she could speak. Before the sun set the next day, he climbed the hill to the end of the wall. The men were working to cap it, create an end that could stand forever or could be torn down to continue the work on the wall. The salarius acknowledged his presence. He put his hand on the wall, the smooth stone seeping peace into him as it always did. Even though they were leaving it behind, the wall was forever. A brief thought of Brigid and her fire flashed through him, but the wall still remained, still kept safe. “So this is the wall you don’t want to give up, Ursus.” He ignored Gaius and went to inspect the new work. He took his time. “I am speaking to you, Praefectus. I will not be ignored by the likes of you.” “A good day’s work, salarius. Dismiss the men.” The salarius eyed the two men who looked so much alike, but did as bid without comment. Tallus ignored the rustling of the men as they left for the fort. Instead he traced his fingers along the drying mortar. “Why did you leave?” “Ask your mother.” “I did.” “Then why are you here?” “I don--” Gaius cut himself off. “I want your version.” “I was exiled, leave it at that.” Gaius hissed something. “My mother is a fine and noble woman.” “Your mother is a bitch.” “Damn you! She’s my mother!” Tallus took a deep breath and put his hand on the wall. “It’s all very simple, boy. Your mother married a man with wealth and power. A man who never touched her. Not even to have children. She used me to get you. When she was finished with me she had me exiled.” “Why? Why would she do such a thing?” He curled his fingers into the stone and took a steadying breath. “I am not interested in your mother.” “There is talk in the Senate.” “That is all the Senate does. I have work to do.” “Corruption and my grandfather. He has power and some wish to depose him. There is talk of bringing you back to Rome.” Tallus froze. “Is that why you’re here, to bring me back to Rome?” “I want the truth.” “What truth? The truth is that I am as far away from Rome as I can get and I intend to keep it that way.” He gripped a jutting rock and fought for control. “I don’t care what happens in the Senate.” “Did my grandfather do what they say he did?” Tallus eyed the boy who looked so much like himself. “I left that behind when I left Rome.” “But--” “Go home, boy.” He kept his mind firmly on the problem of the edge of the wall. The smooth stone brought him a sense of relief. “I have more important things to do.” He left his son standing by his wall and didn’t look back. Brigid was in the bath when he returned. He sat at his desk and did a little work while waiting for her to finish. He intended to bury himself in her and then go to sleep. What had happened last night was-- It was an aberration that would not happen again. He twisted the ivory medallion in his fingers. Everything had an exactly place in his life and everything would stay that way. She came from the other room and sat in front of the fire, drying her hair. He watched her sway with each stroke of her comb. He had always thought of her as returning to her people after he left the area. He had no interest in common law weddings any more than he had interest in camp followers. Brigid was now in his life forever. That thought didn’t panic him nearly as much as he thought it would. Smiling, she crossed to the doorway to his bed. “It is late, Beithir, come to bed now.” Without a second thought, he followed her. She helped him remove his garments, then reached for the medallion to tug it off. Irritated, he pushed her hand away. “No, leave it.” “What is it?” “A gift from Venus.” “Your goddess of love.” He didn’t care for _that_ tone in her voice. “We’re going north, it’s to keep me safe.” “Oh.” She rolled onto her side, giving him her back. He snuggled against her and nibbled on her neck. She relaxed and let him do what he wanted to. He lifted her leg and slid his fingers into her. She was warm, but only a little moist. Lazily, he played with her, coaxing more and more wetness from within. He was in no hurry, he felt oddly content to simply lay there and tease the skin of her neck and shoulders. Her nether lips parted easily beneath his fingers and the deeper heat drew him farther inside. She moaned and leaned more fully against him, spreading her legs wider. It was odd that he’d never noticed how incredibly gratifying it was to bring her such pleasure. He pulled a wet finger through her clingy, lower lips to her clitoris. Using slow, gentle circles, he drew it out from its hiding spot. He licked her just below the ear and slid his finger inside for more of her juice. She moaned, long and breathy, when he found her erect little clitoris again. Her hips danced with his hand, imitating the circle and sway of his finger. Her sweet butt teased his cock with every brush against him. He sank his teeth delicately into her neck, reached between them, and arranged his cock against her. They both moaned when he pressed forward, his shaft burrowing through her lips to slide just a little inside. He found her clitoris with his fingers again and returned to the slow teasing. Gritting his teeth, he resisted the urge to force his way into her. Every flick of his finger on her clitoris set her hips to writhing with it. The wiggles and jerks worked the very head of his cock across the entrance of her sex. Sometimes she would take him deeper, swallowing nearly half of him, and sometimes he would slide past his own fingers. It was too good to stop and almost too painful to continue. She shifted her body, taking a good portion of him inside. He tugged gently on her clitoris, then rubbed it with his thumb. Her hands went to her own breasts, pulling on the nipples as he’d done last night. His cock throbbed at the sight. She’d never done that before and he intended to see that she did it again. He used his finger again, this time quickly and gently. Somehow he knew exactly what kind of touch she needed. She arched her back, calling out something that sounded like his name. She pleaded in her Celtic gibberish, demanding that he take her. She was as taut as a rope pulling a stone to the top of the wall, on the verge of orgasm, and he wanted nothing more than to drive into her. Instead, he forced himself to keep teasing her with a strength of will he didn’t even know he possessed. She was almost there, ready to climax just for him. She needed something, a little bit more, to push her over the edge. His medallion had somehow gotten in his way, he shoved it aside to get to her throat. He took her earlobe in his teeth then licked behind her ear. “I want to watch you, Brigid. I want to watch you explode.” He had no idea where that came from. To speak was to share more than bodies, so he never spoke. This was an iron clad rule that he never broke. He swallowed to keep the next set of words down, but found that he couldn’t. “I want to see you orgasm with nothing more than the head of my cock in you and my finger on your clitoris.” She almost did, she clawed at the blankets, at him, and howled his name. “I want to feel you orgasm. And then I’m going to fuck you.” He felt her climax with his cock before he saw it in her face. It squeezed at him, milking just the tip. He couldn’t wait another moment. He rolled her onto her belly and thrust into her fully. She screamed, bucking her rump back against him. He grabbed her hips to hold her still, and pounded into her. It only took a few strokes for him to orgasm along with her. Rolling onto his back, he tried to suck in air. His cock flopped wetly against his thigh. Brigid put her head on his shoulder, pressing the long length of her body against his. She idly toyed with the medallion. “When must you leave?” “In three days.” The silence stretched between them. Normally he would have counted it a blessing and gone to sleep. This time it bothered him. “I will come for you as soon as it is safe to do so.” “I feel as if I just found you all over again. I don’t want you to go.” He sighed. This is why soldiers weren’t permitted to marry. “I am a soldier. I obey orders.” “I know. But that does not mean that I have to like it.” She sounded as grumpy about it as he was. He felt ridiculously pleased that she felt that way and it irritated him. He grunted and closed his eyes, determined to end the conversation. “Tell me about your son.” “He isn’t yet born, there isn’t much to tell.” “Gaius. Paullus told me that his name is Gaius. How old his he? Who is his mother?” “I do not wish to discuss it.” “Are you, that is to say, is his, well--” “By the Gods, Brigid, spit it out.” “You don’t have to snap at me. Have you a wife?” “No. I will not speak of it.” “You are as stubborn as a badger. Fine. I shall have to ask Gaius, then.” He rolled on top of her, pinning her arms down. He shoved his face to hers, to make certain that he had her absolute attention. “You will not speak to Gaius or to anyone else of this. It does not concern you.” She lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I will know, Roman. You might as well tell me.” Damned woman. “Leave it be, Brigid.” “He seems to be,” she paused long enough that he thought she’d be silent, “hostile. Have you never gotten along?” “We have never met.” “Never? But why--” “Be _silent!_ “ “I do not understand this at all, Beithir. He seems like a fine man. Was his mother a good woman? It is important that a mother be--” He clamped a hand over her mouth and glared at her furiously. There wasn’t a bit of fear in her eyes and that irked him further. “His mother was the vilest of bitches. Gaius is twenty years and he is not my son. Yes, I sired him, but another man raised him. Enough with your questions.” He rolled onto his side, his back to her, and shut his eyes firmly. He took a deep breath and prepared to sleep. Brigid wasn’t inclined to be wise. “Why does he hate you so?” “I do not know and I do not care. Sleep, Brigid. There is much to be done tomorrow.” “Do you like him?” He thought about Gaius and the earnest face demanding answers to something he was in the middle of through no fault of his own. Not do you want him, but do you like him. Cursed with a handmaiden of Hades for a mother and drunken lecher for a father. He wanted to say he didn’t like Gaius, but the truth was that he simply didn’t know. “Beithir?” He ignored her and thought about Gaius. He thought about the spark of life in Brigid’s belly. A man should have sons, his father had told him. A man should have sons he can be proud of. Gaius’s face, pleading for the truth, flashed in front of his eyes and something inside of him twisted. “Good night, Beithir.” Brigid had been gone with a chattering group of women for the day and had left him a measure of peace. The woman could talk an ear off of a squirrel. He sat behind his desk, making lists of who would remain behind and who would go, what to take, what to leave, and the various other nearly mindless tasks commanders had to do. “Praefectus.” He looked up. Gaius. He made a mental note to replace Paullus. “I am working.” “I am not a man given to begging, but please, I _must_ know.” Brigid’s soft voice, asking him if he liked his own son whispered in his ear. He sighed. “Sit.” Eager, the boy sat in the stool opposite the desk. “What is happening in Rome?” “Will you tell me what I wish to know?” “Perhaps.” Tallus leaned back in his chair. “What is going on in the Senate?” “My father--” The thought of this young man calling that fat, old man father made his stomach sour. “He’s your uncle, boy. He is my mother’s brother.” “Uncle. I never knew. My uncle and my grandfather have become very powerful in the Senate. There are a small group of men who plan to accuse my grandfather of hiring a young recruit twenty years ago. The one that murdered Cispius Kaeso and prevented him from taking control of the Senate. Now there is talk of a witness who will speak against my grandfather and that he had you exiled to the legions because you were the murderer.” Tallus rubbed his face and wished that he’d disappeared into the wilds of Germania long ago when he’d had the chance. He thought of his wall, the long smooth stones, and the security it brought. The thought only brought more turmoil. “They sent a messenger, but he was killed by thieves before he left Rome. I imagine they will dispatch another.” Gaius cleared his throat. “I came because I wish to know the truth. My mother once said of you that you never lie. I believe that was the nicest thing she ever said about you.” “Who knows that you have come?” “Only the Emperor. He has sent me.” “The Emperor has sent you?” “He and I are friends.” Tallus wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Senate and even less to do with the Caeser himself. All he wanted to do was build his wall. “I will not leave Britannia.” “I only want the truth and then I will leave.” He sighed. In the end the decision was easily made. He closed his eyes and thought of the flame in Brigid’s hair. “I met your mother when she wedded my uncle. I had finished my time with the army then and I had planned on joining my father in his business. Everyone knew he married her for power because he prefers male companions. He had never been with a woman and didn’t intend to. I felt sorry for her, I thought she didn’t know. “I look like my uncle. The two of them chose me to father his son when it became apparent that he couldn’t do it himself. I was stupid, all boys are stupid. She told me sad tales of loneliness and I ate them. Once you were conceived, she had her father exile me in my uncle‘s name. She didn’t want me dead, in case she needed more children, and neither did she want me around. I went to the Sixth and haven’t seen Rome since.” “Why did you not try to return? To see if things had changed?” “Because I watched your grandfather murder Cispius with my sword. He has tried to have me killed off several times, but there hasn’t been an attempt in years.” Tallus sighed. “Every father should have a son he can be proud of. I have been a disappointment to mine.” “What about me?” “What about you?” “Are you proud of me?” “I don’t know you.” He moved a piece of paper on his desk and listened to the shuddered breath from the man in front of him. He looked into a reflection of his own face and threw a little caution to the wind. “From what I see, I think that you have grown into a fine man.” “Perhaps I might stay until you leave for the north.” Tallus thought about that. “Perhaps, you might.” “I am sorry, Beithir, I didn’t know you had company.” Brigid swept into the room with a flash of red hair and white linen. “Don’t concern yourself, Brigid. He was just leaving.” Tallus picked up his stylus and tapped it on the paper. The woman had better take the hint or she would regret it. He wanted no interference. She was a dense as a field of heather. She came to stand beside him, her arms clasped in front of her and a smile as bright as her hair pasted on her face. “I am Brigid.” Gaius stood and bowed. “I am Gaius Laurentius.” “I am pleased to meet you, Gaius. Tallus has told me that you are his son.” Gaius looked shocked. “He has?” “Perhaps you would like to--” “No, he would not. Gaius is leaving. Now.” Tallus stood, his voice harsh. Brigid kicked his shin, though Gaius took the hint. “I must be going now. I shall speak with you later, Tallus. And thank you.” The boy had the wit to leave immediately after. Brigid turned on him. “Are you mad? It was the perfect chance for you to get know your son.” “I will see him around camp, Brigid. Go take your bath. I will join you shortly.” “We will discuss this, Roman.” With a last glare in his direction, she went into the other room for her nightly bath. He would have to do something about that woman. This interference in his affairs would not be tolerated. He went back to the plan he was working on and scratched at it for as long as he could. That was it, she had ruined his concentration. He threw down the stylus and stomped to his bed. He threw his armor off and shrugged into his robe. Behind a screen, Brigid splashed water and hummed to herself. The sound wound its way through the room and he found himself smiling. She had a soft voice and a horrible melody. The first thing he noticed when he stepped around the screen was the deep, earthy red color of her wet hair. Beneath it the skin of her back shone like the ivory of Venus’s medallion. It bumped at his chest when he stopped. He wrapped his fingers around it and simply stared. When was the last time he’d seen her in her bath? It had been too long. She stood in the tub and wiggled with each stroke of her scented soap over her skin. Her rump shimmied with the off key humming of some bawdy song she must have picked up in the market. He had appreciated the sight of a woman’s posterior as she walked away, what man hadn’t? But this, this was different. More exciting somehow. She danced just for him, and she was blissfully naked of everything but water. The urge to join her was so strong he took a silent step forward. He froze when she dropped the soap, and then stopped breathing when she bent to pick it up. Her cleft was revealed with a flash of red and then hidden when she straightened. Her cheeks curved upwards, keeping what lay between still secret. It was a secret he suddenly burned to know. He shook himself and backed away before he gave in and touched her. A female ass was for grabbing, to pull her more fully onto a man’s shaft when she rode him. Only men who had a taste for other men were interested in the ass in any other way. Still, he’d heard rumors. Whispers in the barracks of certain whores who would let a man plow her back field and the groanings of pleasure that accompanied such tales. Before he could stop himself, he fetched the small bottle of olive oil that had come with his supper. The medallion slapped his chest with every step, reminding him of her ivory buttocks and what lay between them. Any man would think only of her vagina, but he wasn’t any man. He’d never considered such a thing, didn’t know why he was considering it now, but he knew that he would try it. With her. There would be no loose whore for him, only Brigid. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her. “Beithir?” “Come here.” She knotted the drying sheet firmly around her breasts and came to him immediately. How he loved her utter lack of fear of him. “You are ready to continue our discussion, then.” He pulled the sheet off of her. “No.” “What has gotten into you? Three nights in a row? This is not like you.” “I don’t know and I don’t care.” He reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbing the soft nipples. She slid her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp with her nails. He pressed kisses along her belly, then pulled her into his lap. “Lie down.” Smiling, she eased herself onto her back and spread her legs when he moved to climb between them. He wanted to kiss her, to tease her nipples into full hardness, test the new resilience in her belly, but he had no patience for that. He wanted her mindless enough to seduce her into giving him her ass. Something she had probably never even conceived of. With that end in mind, he went directly for her sex. He slid his hand along her body, following the generous curves of her torso, and palmed one of her breasts again. He used the fingers of his other hand to part her lower lips. She moaned and tilted her hips upward. Only one time and she wanted more. He wormed his tongue into her entrance, the lips wrapping wetly around his mouth. It was like being kissed by the very core of her body. He lapped at her clitoris, pressing two fingers into her. She liked that, he knew. Her sheath sucked at his fingers and her hips moved as if she were mating with his tongue. He eased a little farther back along the bed. He drew one of her lips into his mouth and tasted all of it. His thumb touched the top of her slit and rubbed at her clitoris. He swiped the broad side of his tongue over the full length of her, savoring the taste of her love juice. Lifting his head, he watched his fingers work their magic on her, bringing more wetness to her swollen sex. Just below that he could see the tightly closed hole winking at him. He had thought that such a thing would be revolting, but it was fascinating. Her sheath spasmed around his fingers with a judicious swirl of his thumb, and her forbidden hole winked at him. It was so small, tiny. He had no idea how his cock would fit into it without hurting her; he simply knew, deep within himself, that it was possible. He rolled his tongue through her lips again and then surprised the both of them by running it over her anus. She froze a moment, he could almost feel the arousal leeching out of her, then relaxed when he returned to her sex. Then he did it again. Once could be called an accident, but twice was not. Particularly when his tongue lingered, wiggling against the tiny depression. “Beithir, no, do not--” Her protest ended with a cry when he gave her clitoris quick, light strokes with a finger. He knew it felt too good for her to muster any more protests. He didn’t know how, but he simply _knew._ He kept teasing her backside with his tongue, licking and sliding the tip almost within. Between licks he painted her little hole with the wetness from her pussy, and then licking it up. Rising a bit, he returned his mouth to her clitoris, sucking gently and then laving it. His finger circled her nether hole and then penetrated it. “No!” She wrenched her hips, nearly throwing him off. He clamped an arm over her lower belly and pressed his finger all the way inside. The tightness was incredible. She squeezed his finger like her sheath squeezed his cock, only tighter. The muscles clamped around him, holding him. He redoubled his oral assault on her clitoris, vowing to make her like it. When she relaxed against him, accepting his little intruder, he started to move it. Blindly, he reached for the olive oil beside the bed and doused his hand in it. It sluiced against her buttocks and made a mess around the hole. The slickness made penetration easier and far more pleasurable. She wiggled, testing the sensation of his finger moving inside of her ass. Gently, he introduced another. She squealed, either in pain, pleasure, or both; he couldn’t tell. She didn’t protest. One hand seduced her ass, his lips wrestled with her clitoris, and his other hand worked oil onto the full length of his cock. He matted his pubic hair with it and slathered more of it on her ass. The blankets were covered with it. He pulled his fingers from her backside and grabbed his cock with them. The oily hand went to her sex, spreading it all over her. He touched the tip of his cock to her ass, sliding it into the puckered depression. Holding himself steady, his thumb working her clitoris like mad, he bunched the muscles in his own ass and pushed. Hard. She screamed, and not in pleasure. The head of his cock broke through the tight ring of muscle, but no further. “It hurts,” she whined. An exact echo of what she had done when he broke her hymen. Then, he hadn’t cared for her opinion on the matter, now he wanted her acquiescence. “Do you want me to take it out?” He leaned over, grunting with the effort to hold himself back. The medallion slid down the slope of one of her breasts. She looked into his eyes, her expression tinged with pain and full of trust. “No.” “I will be gentle, Brigid.” She smiled and touched his cheek. “I have never heard of such a thing, a man putting his, his,--” “Cock.” She blushed. “His cock. There.” “I had never considered it until I saw you bend over in the tub.” Her eyes dropped to his chest and her blush deepened. “It does not hurt quite so much now.” “I cannot move yet.” “Are you hurt?” “No, Brigid. If I move I will explode like a boy. You are so tight. Hot. Ahhh, don’t do that.” Her ass squeezed him and his body jerked. She hissed with the new inch of shaft. “Hold still.” He found her clitoris again, gratified to feel her ass flare and then tighten with the touch. He rubbed easy circles one way and then the next. Feathery caresses had her tight, anal passage relaxing enough for him to slowly thrust fully into her. “How does it feel?” “It's different.” “Do you like it?” She blushed again. “Aye. I like it, Roman.” “So do I.” She met his eyes again, bold and shy all at the same time. “Fuck me, Beithir.” The coarse word from her excited him like nothing else she could have said. His hips jerked and he found that it only made her gasp in pleasure. He moved slowly at first, sliding back a little and then pressing all the way in again. He couldn’t resist and leaned back for a look. Her buttocks were tilted upwards enough that he could see his cock sliding in and out of her. There was something about watching himself thrusting into her while her sex remained empty. “Harder!” she ordered. He grabbed her hips, and moved faster. When she begged for more he gave into his own craving and rode her ass as hard as he dared. She was panting and crying beneath him, writhing against him to take more of him. Inside she was hot enough to melt him and tight enough to rasp every portion of his cock with her softness. It was nearly too much, his head was swimming and all he could hear was the roar of his blood and the obscene slap of his thighs against her buttocks. She threw his hand away from her sex and used her own fingers on her own clitoris. He had never seen a woman do that before, had never cared to. Her hips surged, swallowing his cock whole. He threw his head back and roared, shooting deep inside of her. With the last bit of energy he had left, he eased himself beside her and closed his eyes. She tangled her arms and legs with his, and remained mercifully silent. Her deep and even breathing indicated that she’d fallen asleep. He made a mental note of that, when he desired a peaceful sleep, plow her back field. Brigid had insisted on cleaning the bedding herself as soon as she woke to see the oil all over the place. She was appalled to think that someone might discover that she was a lusty woman who enjoyed herself in bed. Amused, he watched her scuttled off with the laundry and sat at his desk. He hadn’t felt this good since, well he couldn’t remember. Paullus trotted through the doorway, out of breath. “Praefectus, Gaius has a message. He requests that you meet him behind the armory. He says that he must speak with you immediately about his grandfather and one of your men.” Assassin flew immediately to mind. He was suddenly terrified for his son’s life. He knew that Lutorius would have no difficulty murdering his own kin. “Find Brigid and stay with her until I return.” The walk to the armory had never taken him longer. He moved around the side of the building, out of sight of the few people around the fort at this time of day. "Gaius?" “Father.” Gaius stepped from the shadows. “One of your men is with my grandfather’s household. I had not seen him until moments ago.” “Calm yourself, Gaius. This is not the first time your grandfather has sent an assassin and it likely won’t be the last. Which man was it?” “This one,” he said, thrusting a short sword directly toward his father‘s belly. Years of battle had given Tallus nearly a sixth sense of sorts. Perhaps it was merely luck or the Fates. He twisted his body, the sword glancing off his armor and slicing through his sword arm. He plucked his own sword from its sheath, instinctively swinging it. Gaius raised his blade and parried the stroke that would have taken off his head. “Why are you doing this?” Tallus roared, blocking a fresh attack. “You have no right to be alive, you bastard. You left me, destroyed my mother, and you have the power to destroy my grandfather.” Tallus backed up, blocking thrusts and swings as he went. Somehow, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to strike down Gaius. His own son. The boy was no fighter, he struck with neither grace nor style. It would be simple to get him into the open and disarmed. Shouts of alarm reached his ears as men came running. A high pitched shriek rent the air. “Beithir!” “Be a man, _father_ , have the decency to finally die.” He swung the sword and stabbed with a short knife. Tallus could only see Brigid running toward him, her hair flashing and all the blood leeched from her face. He blocked the first blow and nearly missed the second. Women make men weak, distracted. “Beithir!” “Die, damn you!” Gaius roared, hacking at him. One of his men caught Brigid before she could throw herself onto Gaius and pulled her to safety. She turned on him, screeching like a madwoman. “When I’m done with you, I’m going to kill your Celtic bitch, too. I want no half breed brothers stirring up trouble, demanding my inheritance.” The thought of Brigid dead was unthinkable. With a roar that matched Brigid’s in sheer ferocity, he swung at Gaius. His first swing was knocked aside, but his next clipped the boy’s shoulder. The final blow took off his head. Tallus stepped back, watching the body slowly slump to the ground. Uncontrolled fury was slowly replaced with uncontrolled guilt. He lost control, a warrior never lost his head in a fight. He took a deep shuddering breath and sought out Brigid. Her eyes, full of fear, held his. He threw his sword onto the ground beside his son and stormed away. Hadrian’s Wall, standing stoically in the heat of the day, greeted him with the smell of grass and the swirl of a breeze. He put his hands on the stone, needing the cool comfort it always brought. All he found was cold stone. “Beithir.” “Go away, Brigid.” “No.” Hesitantly, she sidled up to him. “I am in no mood for your interrogations, woman. Return to our quarters.” “Hush, Roman. You speak too much.” She rested her warm palm on his arm. The gentleness of her touch warmed him, bringing a serenity with it. He took a deep breath and let himself lean on her a little. “I have been meaning to ask. What does beithir mean?” “I like it here.” “Brigid.” She looked down at her feet. “You must promise that you won’t be angry.” “It had better not mean something ridiculous.” “It means wild beast, perhaps a snake, sometimes a bear.” He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “Ah, Brigid, you’re precious.” She snuggled up against him and his wall and smiled. Here was his solace.

Dear Brad, You asked me last weekend, "What would I like to do to you sexually if I were given the opportunity." I have been thinking about this for days and now I believe I know the answer. I also know what measures need be taken to achieve this goal. My fantasy is to dominate you. I really want to tie you up and have my way with you. I want to use my body to drive yours into a sexual frenzy, yet at the same time make sure that you to have no access to my pussy until I release my control back over to you and this will be at my discretion. I would like you to allow me do whatever I want to you...and what I want more than anything is to make you physically submit to me for a change. When you get home from work tonight, I want you to get on our bed. I am going to tie your hands together so that no matter how turned on you get, you cannot touch me until I let you loose. I am going to part your legs as widely as you do mine and tie each one separately to the bottom bed rail. I am going to use the blue nylon cords you own: the ones, which you bought to tie me up but now the tables are to be turned. I want you to experience what this feels like. I desire to make you feel and understand the things I go through when I am under your control. I will use the same fasteners on you as those you use on me when we are together. I am going to secure one of your wrists and bring the other wrist to meet it and entwine the two together. I will bind the ends to the top railing giving you just enough slack to be comfortable...nothing else. I am going to cover your mouth with tape to enhance the effect of your bondage. [Imagine me looking at you. Watching as your erection starts to steeple slowly rising higher each second. I see you lying there erect and needy. I will devour you but at my whim, not yours.] I am wondering how I am ever going to remove your clothing if I tie you up like that. If I untie you to remove your clothing, you may not allow me the opportunity to finish my fantasy...I should make you strip for me first. No, I have a better idea: I will cut your clothes off your body as you lie there. I would begin at your ankles and cut my way up your trouser leg whilst you watch: my long brown hair and copious, braless breasts dangling down in front of you. [However, you will not be able to touch them.] I will slice my way to your inner thigh and stop. I will lean in closer to you...unfasten your zipper and feel inside the opening...gently stroke your engorged rod with my fingertips. It is usually such a hard and eager fellow when I stroke it. You will desire my hand to stroke it more vigorously, possibly take it out of its confinement... put it in my mouth... we will see about that later. What else will I do to you tonight, dear: let me think? I will massage that bulky area between your thighs for just a moment more, and then cut up your other trouser leg until your legs and crutch are exposed to my view. I will then lean forward and kiss the inside of your thigh, almost where your balls meet your leg. In my mind, I see you mumble something through the tape on your mouth. I simply look at you and smile. I will revel in the size of your masculine endowment as I gently cut away the rest of the material. I can imagine you giving me a warning look, which says, "Cut Me, and there will be hell to pay." I will take great pleasure in watching your labored breathing as I step up your erotic torment. I shall part the remaining fabric to glory in your erection. I will cut away your underpants and reveal your manhood to my lustful eyes in all its fullness. I love to see your cock. I always have. I will lean forward at this stage and allow my long brown hair to gently brush backwards and forwards over your groin. Is that a moan I hear coming from your lips. Shall I continue...? I would want to see and feel my hands on your chest. That part of your body has always turned me on. I would push your polo shirt up under your chin. Play with your chest, stroke, and bite your nipples. You will become my own plaything. Cock exposed body ready to fuck at my command: and fuck you I shall. I am going to remove my shirt so that my naked breasts are yours to see but not handle [can you see them lover: large nipples standing erect, soft pink areolas.] I slip out of my panties so that you can see my ripe, ready-to-be- fucked pussy and know that if I choose to straddle you, you will penetrate me. [Can feel my tight pussy clutching at your cock right now? The feeling surrounding your dick as it moves in and out of my tight little hole.] I would now straddle your lower legs, take your weeping cock in my soft hands, and begin to milk it: pulling slowly at first, then as your body begins to twist beneath me I would begin to milk it just that little bit harder...and with a tighter, firmer grip. I would place my thick, wet tongue on the very tip where the moisture is thickest and tickle the end with teasing strokes...manhandle your balls and feel the heavy sac between my splayed fingers. I can envisage you bucking your lower body slightly upwards desirous of a more interior-type contact. However, I will not allow this: not yet. I want to tease you some more so I slide my body a little further up so that my pussy is just touching the base of your cock and I rock on my haunches rubbing my slick juices all over your cock. I turn around and squat. My sodden pussy inches from your face. The sexual scent of female arousal wafts up around you. You will be able to taste me just by the smell. It is sweet and thick in the air surrounding us. You know that scent well, my love. I will lower my pussy to your face and make you pleasure me using the languid swirls and speedy swipes of your tongue, repeatedly flicking my clit and tasting the flowing juices I leak from deep within. I would caress your chest and then pinch your nipples using a combination of gentleness and something akin to a light Chinese burn. I would then return to my attention to your throbbing dick. I would pull and massage your heavy balls, working you up until you are obviously on the verge of coming. My imagination is working overtime now and fantasy forms an image in my mind of the two of us at play. I would lean in and kiss your cock with the same gentleness of a butterfly landing on a rose petal. I would place my mouth around your tip and slowly edge your cock inwards. You have a huge dick and the fit always takes some getting used to. I am always mindful of my teeth possibly getting in the way and open my jaws a little wider to accommodate you. As always, I would use my spit to enhance the lubrication needed to cause the friction needed for your complete satisfaction. I will make you watch as I place my mouth over your engorged cock, have you observe my long, brown, silken-strands of hair falling about your lower body. I would have you watch you as you feel suction on at least two thirds of your cock equivalent to that of a small handheld vacuum cleaner. I will suck on you to my hearts content. The drawing sensation on your cock will be extraordinary. I will make you continually buck your pelvis upwards trying to raise your hips right off the bed, your cock further into my mouth. You will watch as I milk you further and when you finally squirt your come into my mouth, I will swallow every ounce. Only then will I let you re-take control. Hurry home. Love Marie

_This follows on from my previous story "First Time with Nipple Clamps" and while reading that first is not essential it will give you a little bit of background on the relationship between myself and Susan._ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We slept long and soundly after Susan's introduction to nipple clamps. The next morning, we relaxed in bed before deciding that we should head off into the nearest city and explore the local Art Gallery. Having awakened Susan's lust I thought that perhaps there was an opportunity to further explore how far she was ready to go. Some years ago, before Helen had become ill I had bought her a set of Lelo Luna beads, a posh form of ben- wa balls, but she had resolutely refused to even try them out. Now was a chance to put them to good use. I thought that as a starting point a single ball would be sufficient to introduce Susan to the joys of arousal in public. "I would like you to try something for me," I said to Susan, and with that I handed her the ball. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she replied rolling it around in her hand and feeling the way that it moved and vibrated. "It goes in your vagina, it is supposed to help to exercise your internal muscles and also provide you with some erotic stimulation." "Well, I'll try anything once!" "Do you want me to put it in for you or would you rather do it yourself?" "I think it would be more fun for both of us if you did it" I took the ball from her and popped it in my mouth, firstly to warm it up a bit and secondly to moisten it. I guess that Susan would probably be moist enough to not actually need much in the way of lubrication. Susan spread her legs for me and I placed the ball at the entrance to her vagina, at the same time taking the opportunity to gently stroke her clitoris. As she raised her hips to increase the pleasure I pressed on the ball very gently and it slipped straight in. I followed it with a finger just so that I could adjust its position, but it seemed to have positioned itself by Susan's g-spot, so I left it well alone. "How does that feel?" I asked. "It was an interesting sensation as it went in but now all I can feel is a little bit of fullness and pressure inside," she replied. "I don't suppose that it will have much effect while you are laid still in bed." With that she swung her legs out of the bed and stood up with a gasp. She leant forward and grabbed hold of the bedside table. "No more quick movements like that! I will have to take things a bit slowly until I get used to it," she gasped. We got dressed, Susan making sure that she had a tight pair of panties on just in case, had some breakfast and then took the short drive to the city. I noticed that while in the car Susan kept her legs squeezed tightly together like she was trying to prevent the ball moving about. Once we arrived in the city it was only a short walk from the car park to the gallery, but it was a slow one as Susan seemed to move with the utmost caution, clearly still wanting to avoid any unnecessary movement. We decided that we would start at the top floor of the gallery and work our way down. I suggested that it would be good exercise to walk up the stairs, but Susan insisted that we use the lift obviously still not confident with the internal movement of the ball. Once we got to the top gallery we spent half an hour or so admiring the works of art. I kept a discreet eye on Susan and noticed that she gradually went from her careful walking to something more normal. Eventually she seemed to begin to enjoy the feeling inside of her and actually started to walk with a sexy sway of the hips as if she was accentuating the stimulation that she was receiving. Once we had done with the upper gallery I led Susan to the stairs to descend to the next floor. She didn't resist and started to walk down. Now came the biggest change, she suddenly became somewhat flushed and her breathing became laboured. It was clear that taking larger steps down was causing the ball to move around inside her pussy with significant effect. I didn't say anything but continued to admire her heightened state of arousal. Once we were at the next gallery I took her hand and led her, not too slowly to the far end making sure that she had minimal recovery time from walking down the stairs. By the time we had walked the length of the gallery she was clearly aroused, her nipples were pressing against her blouse and she was definitely breathing heavily. I started to admire the art work, but Susan showed little interest. She just tried to remain still and pull herself together, I even noticed a couple of times that her hand would stray towards her crotch so that she could discreetly rub her clitoris through her clothes. I decided to let Susan stew for a little longer but after another 5 minutes or so I ambled over to where she was stood daydreaming. "You don't look like you are that interested in the art in this gallery, perhaps we should find something else to look at," I suggested "Not sure about that," she replied, "That thing inside of me has got me so turned on all I want is for you to take me home and fuck me!" I would never have expected such language and gave Susan a playful smack on the bum. "Language, Language," I replied, "but if that is what you desire we had better head home. Can you manage another flight of stairs?" "Only if we take them nice and slowly," came the reply. By the time we got home Susan had calmed down a little bit, but as soon as we were indoors she dragged me upstairs to the bedroom. She threw off her clothes as quick as she could and jumped on the bed, legs spread wide apart. As I got undressed her hand strayed down to her clitoris and she started to gently caress it but deliberately did not bring herself to that final climax that she desired. Once I was undressed she moaned, "Right, get that thing out of me and then fuck me as hard as you can." I climbed between her legs and slowly inserted a finger into her vagina to retrieve the ball. As I did so I also allowed one finger to press against her clitoris. She took her own finger away and left me to play. I deliberately didn't move my finger too much so that I could keep her on the brink for a bit longer. I got hold of the loop that was attached to the ball and started to pull. I felt her muscles tense, but I didn't know whether this was deliberate or just an involuntary spasm. I slowly pulled the ball out but just as it appeared at her entrance I released my pull on the loop and it slipped straight back in. Susan let a small sigh and raised her hips briefly. When I retrieved the loop for the second time it seemed that the ball had slipped even deeper in than before. Gently I started to pull the ball out again, this time a little further but again I allowed it to slip back inside. Susan's breathing was getting more and more ragged as the combination of the ball moving in and out and my very slight movements against her clitoris brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. At the third attempt I pulled the ball a little further and this time instead of slipping back inside her muscles pushed it out. Susan let out a moan and I wasn't sure whether it was a moan of relief or disappointment. As I started to change position so that I could replace the ball with my now rigid cock I had to take my finger off of Susan's clitoris. Almost as soon as I removed my finger two of hers replaced it stroking and tweaking her clitoris more and more intensely. As quickly as I could I climbed on top of Susan and started to push my cock into her. She was so wet that there was virtually no resistance except for the continuing spasm of her internal muscles. I knew that having made love just last night this time I would last a lot longer and anyway I wanted to delay Susan's orgasm for as long as I could. As slowly as I could I thrust in and out of her, pushing my cock in as deep as it would go and then pulling it all the way back out so that just the very tip was inside her. By now Susan was so desperate she started trying to thrust her hips to try to speed things up. I continued with the long strokes but started to thrust faster. It didn't take long before I felt her whole body tense and then with a cry of relief she had the most intense orgasm that I had ever seen a woman have. The effect on me was to make me cum as well and I plunged deep inside of her as fast as I could to intensify the pleasure for both of us. All too soon we were both over the peak but while I was still hard enough I continued to slowly push in and out of her just extending the pleasure for as long as I could. I am no porn star I am afraid, and it wasn't that long before nature took its course and my cock started to lose the hardness to be able to keep thrusting, so I just rested with my shrinking cock resting just inside her. We kissed. Susan wrapped her arms around me. "So, what do you have planned for me next?" She asked.

Thursday was Todd's Birthday. He had special plans for Ally. Ally was the one to be surprised. Ally was an 18 year old senior in high school. She had gone unnoticed by the guys until she "blossomed" over the summer. Now she was 5'8", 36-24-36, with soft B cup breasts. Her dirty blonde hair was shoulder length and curly. Her all over tan made for an amazing package. Todd immediately recognized this new meat as an opportunity not to be missed. Ally had put up some resistance to his initial advances, but soon caved in. Todd liked a challenge. Ally asked Todd what he wanted to do on his birthday. She knew from past experience that his wishes would involve her pussy. She had given it up to him about a month ago despite feelings of guilt. She didn't want to be a whore. But the pleasure soon overruled her concerns. Todd discovered the key to overcoming her objections was her "magic button". Her clit was the key to getting her to agree to anything. He picked her up and was impressed. Todd had convinced her to shave her pussy, begin nude tanning, and created a new wardrobe for her. Now her clothes were tighter, skirts shorter, and underwear lingerie or absent. Tonight she had followed his wishes. She wore a white wife beater tank top (braless), painfully tight jeans with several tears in the butt and thighs and sandals. At his request, panties were omitted. Ally complained about the lack of underwear but Todd insisted. She was uncomfortably aware that her nipples showed and the feeling of her bare pussy in the tight jeans was distracting. They ate at a nice restaurant. During dinner he mauled her breasts several times and kept grabbing her butt and crotch. She always pushed his hands away from her vulnerable areas, but never got up and left. By the time they left her nipples were rock hard and there was a damp spot in her jeans that didn't go unnoticed. Todd had secured a hotel suite and a bottle of wine from his parent's house. Once in the room, Todd pulled her into the bathroom. He began filling the Jacuzzi tub and opened the wine. Ally allowed him to remove her tank top. He paused to pinch her nipples and then began peeling her jeans off. As she stepped out of the jeans and her shoes, Todd stayed on his knees and began teasing her clit. "Hey, come on, stop" Ally said, uncomfortable standing nude in front of him while he ate her out. Todd ignored her and began working a finger into her moist hole. She sighed and leaned back against the wall. Her reaction told Todd that she was getting ready for his surprise but he kept up the pressure. Continuing to lap at her clit, he now worked a second and third finger into her cunt. Quite a transformation for a girl who was a virgin two months ago! Just when he sensed her climax approaching Todd rose and climbed into the tub. The stunned girl was left panting against the wall, pussy gaping and throbbing. She followed him to the tub hoping for the climax she had been denied. Todd wanted to keep her aroused but desperate to cum. While they sat in the tub working on the wine they kissed and groped each other. Todd rarely wasted time on this type of foreplay once he found how vulnerable her clit was. Tonight he took the time to drive her crazy. Ally was confused. Usually he was inside her very quickly, why was he tormenting her? Abruptly, Todd left the tub and dried off. He held out a towel for her and she followed his lead. Todd took extra care drying her raw nipples and distended clit causing her to writhe and groan in frustration. Her nipples were small and sharp as nails when aroused, her clit stuck out like a pencil eraser. He led the intensely frustrated girl into the bedroom. She hated to use coarse language, but desperation caused her to throw herself on the bed, spread her labia and yell "fuck me!" Todd was pleased! He was on her quickly and in her in one thrust. She screamed "Oh God" and wrapped her legs around his ass pulling him to her need. Before she came he pulled out and rolled her onto her belly. He paused for a minute to enjoy the sight of her dripping pussy and wonderful butt before pulling her hips up and punching into her again with a grunt. She had loosened up from 4 weeks of almost daily fucking and the three finger warm-up in the bathroom. Todd began to tease her anus while slowly fucking her pussy. Ally groaned "stop that" but Todd ignored her and slid his thumb up her ass. She gasped at the intrusion but did nothing else, too consumed with the need to cum. Todd sped up his fucking and replaced the thumb in her corn hole with two then three fingers. Just when her orgasm hit he pulled out both his cock and fingers and jammed his cock up her ass. She screamed, both from the pain and her orgasm. Todd pumped a few more times and then came in her formerly virgin ass. Ally curled up in the fetal position and cried. Todd couldn't believe the view of her gaping pussy and cum-soaked ass. After enjoying the view he lay down with her and calmed her down. Eventually he came in her pussy again and they left on the same terms they started the night on! Only later did she feel the guilt of being an ass whore.

_Hey everyone, I have another request here for you. Contains the usual: futa, celebs, sexiness. Also some large sizes and such. Everyone is over 18, comments and feedback are, of course welcome. Enjoy!_ _***_ *Knock* The sound reverberated through the apartment, causing the occupants to groan. Both of them were firmly in bed, wrapped in layers of blanket and each other. Neither stirred. Both of them prayed that whomever it was got the message and went away. *Knock* It wasn't meant to be. With a groan, Molly Quinn untangled herself from her lover Jang. She rubbed her face and looked at the clock. _3:17 AM._ "Who the hell is coming by at this hour?" "Someone who clearly doesn't care about us." Jang replied. She reached over and squeezed Molly. "Climb back in bed, maybe they'll go away." *Knock* "Ugh. That doesn't seem to be the case." Molly stifled a yawn and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I'll get it." "No let me. I can get dressed faster." Already Jang had squirmed out of bed. The beautiful thai girl pulled on a tank top to match her boxers and left the bedroom. Jang flipped on the lights as she entered the living room. The door once against knocked insistently. Jang grumbled as she approached the door, "I'm coming, I'm coming." Jang peered through the peephole and saw a woman. With a sigh she undid the deadbolt and opened up the door. "Can I ask what you're doing knocking on doors at...Stana?" Stana Katic stood in the doorway, her expressive was a mix between pensive and peeved. "Jang right?" Jang nodded. "Is Molly in? I need a favor." "At 3 in the morning?" Jang asked incredulously. "Honey who's there?" Molly stood in the doorway to the bedroom completely naked. Her pendulous, flaccid cock hung down to her knees. "Oh Molly you're here that's great!" Stana took a half step into the apartment then thought better. "Can I come in?" "Might as well." Molly motioned her inward then plodded off to the kitchen. "I'm going to start some coffee." Jang shut the door behind Stana and lead her into the living room. She couldn't help but notice Stana's eyes follow Molly as she left. "So what brings you here?" Stana sat down, refusing to remove her coat. "I..um...well...this is embarrassing." "Okay?" "I, well...um, need to get laid." The sexy Canadian actress fiddled her fingers. Jang blinked rapidly, the words coming from Stana made no sense, certainly at this hour. "What?" "I need to get laid." Stana said more confidently. "Uh huh." Jan replied. Molly had shuffled back into the room taking a seat next to Jang. "May I ask why?" "Well," She started fidgeting again. "I was out last night..." "This evening." Molly corrected. In Molly's world it was not the next day until she had a night's sleep. "...This evening with my husband, and I love him to death but his performance is just...unsatisfying." "So you come to me." Molly stood up and walked back into the kitchen as the coffee machine as the buzzer went off. She emerged later with 3 steaming cups. "Yes, because of our...history...I thought you'd be the best option." "History?" Jang looked over at her lover. "Stana and I used to have 'therapy sessions.' She'd blow me as we discussed everything in life." Molly informed Jang. "There hasn't been one since we hooked up and Castle ended." Jang nodded, but there was still some hesitation. "I understand. Umm...can you handle something this big?" "I don't know. My husband is 6 inches. I think the biggest I had was 8." "8 inches?!" Jang exclaimed. "Honey I lost both cherries to 12s." "Hey!" the redhead shouted as Jang grabbed Molly's flaccid member and shook it at Stana like it was a stick. "This is 13 inches right now, hard it's over 2 feet." Jang let go and Molly's member flopped free before coming to a rest. Veins pulsated as blood started to engorge the dick. It wasn't going to be 13 inches for long. Molly's girlfriend had woken up the beast. "I know! I heard you the first time and it's been in my head every since. It just looked so..." "Heard us?" Jang stopped her. "Heard us? Did you watch us too? Did you see my tight twat swallow this whole thing?" Molly's dick rose several inches at the thought. Stana was caught. "...Yes. It was so...satisfying.." Jang sat back, a smile plastered across her face. "Molly, fuck this little voyeur." "Are you sure?" "Yes...I will be watching like she watched us." "So...how does this work?" Stana piped up. "Oh, right." Jang nodded. "First strip naked." Stana stood up and pulled open her coat and let it drop to the floor in a puddle. To their amazement she was completely naked. "Like this?" Molly pulled her jaw up off the floor; her cock also rose to nearly full mast. "Yes." In all of their little sessions Stana was always clothed, occasionally she'd be missing her shirt, but Molly never saw her naked until now. Stana's chest was small, but sat high and quite firm on her chest. Each breast was capped but small but quite hard, and suckable, red-brown nipples. Her abs were slightly visible where her body tapered to a narrow waist before flaring out again for her moderately sized rear end. Her snatch was almost entirely shaved save for a small triangle right above her lips. Molly licked her lips; Stana was the complete package. "So what now?" Jang regained her voice. "You and Molly both need to prepare. Sorry to say, but this monster will destroy you if you're not ready. See? Molly's getting prepared." That was true. Molly had both hands around her cock, firmly stroking the full hard, 24 inch monster. Her hands were slick with precum as she lubed herself up. "You'll need a different method. On the couch." Stana sat back down and Jang spread her legs wide. "Bottoms up!" Stana cried out in pleasure as Jang attacked her cunt. She felt the Thai girl's tongue trace along her lips before biting at her clit. Fingers probed her sex before they slipped inside. Her entire body seized for a second as those fingers brushed up against her g spot. "I see someone has ridden this train before." Jang looked up at her partner. "Back...back...in college...can you...?" Stana's eyes were pleading and filled with desire. "Just to get you started." Jang looked back at Molly, "How we doing back there?" "Ready." Molly was sensuously stroking her member; all 24 inches of cock glistened from her self made lube. "Just don't blow too soon now." Jang turned and dove back in. Stana squirmed as Jang nibbled on her labia; tongue sliding in her entrance before coming back out. After several moments and one near orgasm, Jang pulled out satisfied. "She's good and ready now." "Right." Molly came forward, her monster of a cock leading the way, it's large head pointed right at Stana's slick sex. The redhead positioned herself so just the tip was touching Stana. "Are you sure?" "Fuck me." Molly slide forward just an inch. Stana head snapped back as her cunt lips spread wide. "Holy shit!" "You're doing it wrong." Jang tsked. Molly's lover had pulled off her top and teased her own nipples. "Let me help." The Thai woman came over to Stana and started massaging her small breasts. The brunette cooed as she pulled and tugged and each tit; occasionally swooping in with her tongue to give each tit a lashing. "Now we gotta get you loose...that's it relax..." Stana sighed in pleasure and several inches of Molly's cock disappeared inside Stana's tight sex. Molly cooed in delight. "Oh...you weren't lying." Jang jumped off Stana and found a spot to watch. "Tight?" "Virginal." Jang pulled off her shorts and revealed her hairless glistening sex. "Like you're one to talk...you were a virgin til how long ago?" "Shut up and watch." Molly admonished her girlfriend. Stana's belly bulged slightly with every little thrust from the redhead; her cunt slowly expanding to take in the 24 inch member. "Don't mind if I do!" Already Jang was slowly working her fingers around her sex; teasing her honey pot while her other hand played with her thick nipples. "Yeah, fuck that slut." Stana's head was back and her eyes were glued shut as Molly slowly worked her over. A pleasant mix of pleasure and pain coursed through her body. If her brain was a beach, pleasure was an ever increasing tide crashing upon her shores. Through it all she one singular thought danced around, _Oh my god! This is a dick, not just a dick, a cock! Oh what was I missing out on!_ Molly's pace increased slightly as Stana's sex became more accommodating. There was no way the entire length would fit in, but that wasn't going to stop her. Jang for her part was providing a running commentary for their sexual liaison. "Yeah, fuck that slut. Look at her! Look at how much she loves it! Don't you like it Stana? It's a real cock! Not that little tiny thing your husband has. A real dick. 24 inches of girlcock. Don't you like it?" "Yes!!" Stana cried out as her first orgasm reached her. Molly was barely a third of the way in, steadily pumping her meat in and out. Her balls sloshed and shook with every thrust; slapping her thighs with metronome like regularly. "I'm going to cum!" Jang's commentary was rubbing off on Molly. "You want that don't you? Do you want a thick layer of my girlcum?" Stana, clearly experiencing a tidal wave of orgasmic haze, was only able to nod. That was all Molly needed. She pushed herself in as far as she could and released. Her mammoth balls pulled tight against her body before they contracted and launched the two into bliss. Molly's cannon of a cock shot rope after rope into the Castle star. The redhead seized as her brain fogged over from all the pleasure. Yet, Stana clearly had it worse. If the opening orgasm was a tidal wave, this was a tsunami. A deluge of pleasure that overloaded and destroyed anything in it's path. Her back arched as her hands flew to her tits. Stana pawed and her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples, willing her body to push forward and continue its orgasmic onslaught. It felt like her entire body was pulsing in tune with Molly's cum cannon. Jang came as Molly continued spewing her spunk into Stana. The thai girl screamed as Stana's belly inflated as a few hours worth of jizz entered her womb. Stana panted, struggling to breathe as she came down from tsunami of orgasms. "What...the...fuck..." "Mmm you did so well." Jang responded, clearly pleased with how this turned out. She removed her hands for her snatch and licked them clean. "Holy...crap..." The brunette sucked in air. "Now you know what a big cock can do." The redhead slowly pulled out her cock. A loud splort noise followed by a river of cum erupted from Stana's sex. The river trickled down her body and onto the couch. The amount of jizz was staggering; several pints at least escaped her womb, yet that meant a liter had to have still been trapped inside. Molly slowly pumped her softening cock, coaxing it back to life. "Worth it?" Stana found her voice again. "Definitely." "Too bad I can't fuck your boobs. I want to give you the full experience." Molly waxed. Her member was once again a solid piece of meat. Neither Jang nor Stana were particularly endowed, thus making the idea of titfucking Molly a nonstarter. However Jang had an idea. "I got it." Jang mounted up Stana, sliding so they were boob to boob, lip to lip. "Behold. A human cock sleeve!" Molly had to chuckle at that, but she saw what she was getting at. Saddling up with her cock, she slid in between the two ladies. Her mammoth member cruised up their bellies and through their touching tits. Jang and Stana both glanced down as the head emerged between their combined cleavage. "Wow." Jang held on to Stana for dear life as Molly fucked the duo. Her cock was a blur as it pistoned across their bodies; a constant stream of precum pooled between them as Molly went on. "Tighter!" Molly shouted at them. The two struggled to comply. It was difficult to make their sleeve tighter when a massively thick cock was plowing between their bodies. Molly's strokes slowed down but got harder. That was a sign of something that something was about to happen. "Oooh, she's gonna blow now!" Jang announced. She could feel Molly's cock start to rumble between them. The redhead slammed back between the two one last time and let go. Sandwiched between the two lovely ladies her cock erupted like a fountain. A geyser of cum emerging between their breasts. Stana, being on the bottom, got the worst of it. Or best of it really. The first blast took her right in the face; snapping her head back with a moan plastered across her face. The next blast filled that mouth up. Each following shot walked down her chin to her chest. Jang and Stana kissed as Molly came; the cum in the brunette's mouth changing sides several times before they each swallowed a sizeable load. The redhead, her cock wedged between the two, pumped feebly as she tried to coax a little more pleasure out of her orgasm. Her eyes were slammed shut as fireworks went off in her brain. Molly's grip slackened as her orgasm reached crescendo then came crashing down. Molly's member deflated with that last orgasm. It valiantly tried to give one last spurt, but instead a mere trickle came out. The redhead pulled free of the girl sandwich and fell back onto the chair opposite them. Her breathing came in short ragged breaths as she struggled with the afterglow of her 2nd orgasm this evening. "Ooohh...I never did two so quickly..." Molly grabbed her head to stabilize it. "I'm dizzy." "And I'm proud of you." Jang left her perch and sat down next to Molly; kissing her deeply. "Look what you did." Molly finally glanced upon her handiwork. Stana's belly was swollen with Molly's spunk,making her look several months pregnant. Moreover, her body was draped in a layer of cum. Jang swished a finger through before grabbing her ass. "We'll work on this next." *** _Once again we're done. Thank you for all the comments, feedback, support, etc. I have a couple projects coming up for your reading pleasure. Soon I hope. Grobnar_

Kulsoom wanted to strike a full blow at the chubby face of her husband who reached climax on barely his 12th stroke. He was panting hard as he had climbed a mountain. “Was it good?” Nawaz had the balls to ask his wife. “Yes! Very exciting,” she said pushing away his plum body, whose weight now made breathing difficult for her. Nawaz fell on the other side of the bed – panting hard. In less than five minutes he was snoring. But Kulsoom was wide-awake. A fire raged in her body. She was horny as hell. She wanted to kick the ass of her stupid husband who did not know how to fuck. She lay motionless in an attempt to calm her body. Time passed. She curled and turned on the bed – angry and frustrated. The clock struck twice. She wanted a glass of cold water. She was thirsty. She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The entire house seemed asleep. It was a usual hot, oppressive summer night of Lahore. She realized this as she stepped out of her air-conditioned bedroom. The kitchen was on the ground floor – close to the bedroom of Nawaz’s parents. Kulsoom ran down the stairs. Lights of the ground-floor lounge were still on. “Who could be there? Is uncle still reading?” Yes – uncle Zareef was lost in a book. “You still awake dear,” Zareef asked his daughter-in-law as she glided into the lounge on her way to the kitchen. “Just feeling a little thirsty,” she said while opening the fridge in the kitchen. “Is Nawaz awake too?” “No he had been sleep for more than three-hours,” said Kulsoom as she walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of water and a glass. “I see,” said Zareef gazing at her firm, lanky figure, which exposed all the right curves and mounts even under her white crumpled baggy shirt and shalwar – the traditional baggy trousers. “What a fool that he is asleep,” Zareef thought eyeing his daughter-in-law’s elegant figure as she gulped water. Kulsoom’s almond-shaped face seemed to glow amidst the long, thick black hair, scattered over her shoulders. The 23-year-old girl looked stunning. Unaware of the close scrutiny of her body by Zareef’s piercing eyes, Kulsoom poured more water in the glass. This time she drank it a little slowly. “You seem really thirsty,” said Zareef. “Is every thing ok?” “Yeh,” said Kulsoom thinking how she can tell this man that his son does not know how to use his seven-inch long tool. He had failed to give her a single organism during two months of their married life. “It’s really hot,” she said trying to divert her mind from spasms of heat moving between her thighs. “It’s burning,” the experienced 55-year-old man replied. He knew something was wrong. He could read it on her face. But what it was he could not tell. “Take care of yourself child. You are my best friend’s daughter. If you have any problem, never hesitate to come to me. I am your best friend.” Kulsoom was touched by these words. She bent and gave a tender hug to her father-in-law. He stroked her hair with one hand and petted the back with the other. She gave a small kiss on his bearded face. “Thank you uncle,” she said. “I really love you!” “No worries my child,” he said. “Now go and sleep” Kulsoom ran toward the stairs and Zareef shut his book with a bang. “What a lovely girl?” he thought. “How tender are her lips?” He could still feel the nice smell of her hair and imagine the silky smoothness of her skin. “But she does not seem happy. What’s wrong?” In her room, Kulsoom was still wide-awake. She was grateful for the kind words of her father-in-law. She liked him very much. She thought him as a man of good character and good appearance. Zareef had a handsome face. Thanks to the regular walks and careful diet, he has managed to keep his waistline in control – unlike his son Nawaz -- and appeared much younger than his age. His had a trimmed grayish beard, which added to his personality. The next morning, Kulsoom woke up with the shrill bell of the telephone, which kept on ringing. She knew Nawaz had already left for work. So is her mother- in-law. But uncle must be in the house. He now mostly operates his business from the house, giving most responsibilities to his two sons -- Nawaz and Shabeer. “Why is he not picking up the phone extension?” she thought. “Hello,” she shouted over the phone. “Hi! It’s me.” “Hi! When did you return from honeymoon? How was it?” Kusloom said recognizing the voice of her best friend Neelum. “Oh Great,” Neelum said in an excited tone. “We remained locked in the bedroom most of the time.” “And you call it great?” “Of course. He has made me a real woman. Never missed an opportunity to take a ride on me – and that too a long one,” Neelum said. “Give me all the details. Quick,” Kulsoom said giggling. “Wait for the uncensored details until we meet. You tell me. How is your stallion? Is he fucking you well or you need some help from outside?” “What do you mean?” Kulsoom said getting tense. “Listen. I have big secrete to share,” Neelum said. “What?” “I have not one but two good riders. You can share them with me.” Kulsoom was shocked. She knew Neelum was dangerously bold, straightforward and addicted to flirtations. But returning from honeymoon with news that she has two men to fuck her was perhaps too much to expect from a newly wed girl. “You are joking,” Kulsoom said. “No! Not at all, I am a liberated woman now. And I would not have asked you to join us in such a straightforward manner, had I not been told that Nawaz is a pathetic fucker.” “Who told you this?” Kulsoom said in a small voice. “Nasir – my husband’s friend and our partner. He knows Nawaz well. They are college friends and fucked a couple of girls together. Nasir calls Nawaz a man of just a dozen strokes.” “Bullshit,” Kulsoom shouted back feeling a bit humiliated, though she knew that Neelum was telling the truth. “Listen, Nasir saw you at my wedding and is dying to suck your tits, lick your cunt and fuck both your holes.” “Shut-up,” Kulsoom said. “Oh yes I am shutting up because Nasir has already attacked my pussy. Ahhh He is such a good licker. Give yourself time to think. Talk to you later Ahha bye,” said Neelum. Kulsoom stood speechless as she hung up the phone. “Is Neelum gone nuts? Is she joking? Is she really fucking her husband’s friend?” She was pondering on these questions when she heard a soft knock at her bedroom door. “Come in.” Her father-in-law walked in slowly. “Subah bakheir (Good morning) Uncle,” Kusloom said straightening her dress. “I have something important to discuss,” Zareef said in a grave tone. “What is it? What’s the matter?” Kulsoom said observing his stern face. “I accidentally heard your telephone conversation. It was shocking.” “Uncle please” “Is it true Nawaz fails to satisfy you?” Kulsoom was thunder-struck. “No need to feel ashamed, or get afraid. Answer my question in yes or no.?” There was a pause as they both looked at each other. “Is Nawaz doing justice to your pussy?” Zareef said looking into his daughter- in-law’s eyes. Kulsoom was shocked the way uncle used the word pussy. It appeared too coarse the way he said it. She was speechless. “Give me an answer. In yes or no.” “No!” she said and hung her face down blushing with shame. Kulsoom was a virgin when she got married. She and Neelum were both die-hard liberals and bold in their ideas, but barring some innocent flirts they stayed away of practical sex until they got married. But marriage changed Neelum’s life – erasing the gulf in her dreams and reality. For Kulsoom, a good fuck was still a dream. “Tell me, is your pussy hungry for a strong dick? Do you desire a lengthy session of fucking which takes all your heat, all your passion out,” uncle said in a strong whisper. Kulsoom with her dropped head stayed quite. “Tell me. Yes or No?” said Zareef in a menacing tone. “Yes,” slipped out of Kulsoom’s lips, but she did not dare to lift her head. “Listen I am not angry at you. I am your friend. You have a legitimate need,” Zareef said ogling the shape of his daughter’s round, firm breasts hidden under her white shirt. “Elders are there to help the young ones. I am here to help you. I will make sure that Nawaz gets a proper treatment the soonest, the better. But until he gets ready to satisfy you, some one else should take care of your pussy and lovely body. Not many father-in-laws will have such care for their daughter- in-laws.” “Yes,” Kulsoom hissed sensing what he wanted, but was not mentally ready to accept it. “Your caring friend has given you a proposal. She wants you to fuck her husband and their partner. But it will dishonor the family,” Sharif said. “Others will come to know that my daughter-in-law is being fucked outside because there is no man in this house to satisfy her.” “I can never dream doing such a thing,” Kulsoom protested. Zareef smiled. “My child in life often the pussy, not morality leads the way.” “I have an alternative proposal,” he said after a pause. Kulsoom, who was starved for sex, could guess her uncle’s proposal. “I think I can protect the family honor until Nawaz learns to fuck you well.” “What do you mean?” Kulsoom said though she clearly understood the explicit message. Her nipples were already standing erect after so much of sex-talk. The possibility of the fuck has brought moisture in her unused cunt. “My old dick can satisfy you. If it fails, other options are open for you. I will then not stop you.” Kulsoom lifted her head and stood erect before her father-in-law – showing the full bulge of her breasts concealed under her kamiz. “What kind of a man are you? What kind of a father are you? You want to fuck your own daughter-in-law. It’s insane. It’s incest,” she said trying to control her conflicting emotions. “You need it,” the old man said. “You are mad. You are dirty pervert. How can you say such a thing to me? Have you no shame? Have you no honor?” Zareef was shaken by Kulsoom’s tirade. Has he committed a blunder? Has he moved too fast? “Get out of here at once. Nawaz will kill you if he came to know about his father’s proposal.” Zareef hurriedly went out of the room. A smile came on Kulsoom’s lips on seeing her father-in-law hurrying away. “Poor guy! Wanting to help a damsel in distress with his old dick.” After five minutes she dashed into the bathroom to take a bath. Zareef was worried. He made a move, which had misfired. How is he going to face her? She looked so sexy -- he wanted to rip apart her clothes and devour her. But he could never force a woman in to submission. It was not his style. He was pacing up and down in his room when there was a soft knock on the door. The proud figure of Kulsoom walked in – clad in red-color full sleeves kamiz and shalwar and a black dupata (big scarf) rapped around her. After the bath she was looking fresher than ever. Her hair was still wet, giving her a sexier look. “Uncle can we talk?” She asked. “Go ahead,” Zareef said in a shaken voice. “Uncle you know how I respected you. I thought you really care for me. But your proposal – it is so disgusting. Just think of its repercussions. How can you justify it on moral and religious grounds?” Oh she has taken a bath and changed her clothes. And now she is asking for a justification to get a fuck. Zareef saw a chance for himself – a chance to fuck this sexy young girl. His confidence rebounded. “What other justification you want when you have a hungry pussy and there is some one who promises to take good care for it,” he said in an earnest voice. “And in matters of heart, physical needs – there is no, morality, no religion. It’s your body, if you are not hurting any one else – you can do what you like with it.” “Is this enough?” she said looking straight into his eyes. “You are young and you deserve a good fuck,” Zareef said. And what about the repercussions? “Don’t worry about repercussions. Trust me I will handle it all for you. It will be our secret -- our family secret,” he said in a voice now shaking with desire. “You really desire your daughter-in-law so desperately?” she said slowly removing her duppata and throwing it on the floor. “More than anything in world.” She stood erect ready to offer herself to the old man. Zareef slowly moved toward Kulsoom and encircled her narrow waist in his strong arms. They looked into each other’s eyes and then were locked in a deep kiss. Their tongues rolled and explored each other. Like two lovebirds they stayed in this position for minutes. Zareef’s hands were wondering over hips and breasts of his daughter-in-law who felt as her body was on fire. “Nawaz had never kissed me like that. He never touched me like that as you are doing uncle,” Kulsoom said in a husky voice. “You are so much in control. So smooth and professional, while he so tactless.” She was now kissing the neck of her father-in-law, eating his earlobes, driving the man mad with lust. Zareef with one mighty stroke tore open the front buttons of Kulsoom’s kamiz exposing her white milky breast covered in a flimsy black bra. “Suck it jani (dear) suck my nipples,” Kulsoom implored her father-in-law. Zareef’s stuffed a nipple and large portion of breast in his mouth and rubbed the second wildly with his hand, driving Kulsoom crazy. In minutes they were tearing away each other’s clothes. “I love your touch. I love the way you suck. Please don’t stop,” Kusloom shouted as she fell on the double bed. Zareef had now buried his fingers deep inside the pussy of his daughter-in-law and was sucking, biting her nipples. Kulsoom’s shrieks were becoming louder with every new bite, every stroke of fingers. Uncle was an expert. She grabbed his eight-inch steel hard cock. It is bigger than Nawaz -- and Kusloom thanked her stars. She started pumping it and playing with the big balls of her husband’s father. “I hope it won’t leak with the touch of my hand?” she said as she rubbed the cock. “It won’t before it bursts you open,” Zareef said now licking her shaven armpits. “Oh How I want your dick. Please insert it inside my hungry cunt. Show me how a man fucks a woman. Let’s not waste time. The maid will be here shortly. Fuck me now. Fuck your daughter-in-law. Violate the honor of your son’s wife. Please do it,” she said. Kusloom’s dirty talk was making Zareef mad. Zareef shoved his organ inside the dripping pussy of Kulsoom. With one stroke he was deep inside her. A loud aah came out of Kulsoom’s mouth. Sharif lay still for awhile on top of his daughter-in-law with dick buried inside her. Kulsoom felt the throbbing of the organ. She was in bliss. Then slowly, Zareef started to move – masking long slow strokes. Kulsoom counted one, two …. Twelve. Zareef continued the movement. Her legs rose higher, pointing toward the sky and she started matching Zareef’s strokes with the movement of her hips. They both were in heaven, breathing heavily but maintaining their rhythm. “I love it jaan (my life). Go on. Please don’t stop,” Kulsoom shouted. “Daughter I love you,” that’s all Zareef could say. Kulsoom was at the verge of her first organism of her life during a fuck. Ah Ahhh. She released her juices. One wave after another as Zareef pounded her pussy mercilessly. Ah … oh my God. …I am through” Kulsoom screamed clutching to Zareef’s body with full might. It was then Zareef sprayed his seed deep inside his daughter-in-law’s cunt – one burst after another. After the thunderous organisms, the old man and the young woman lay motionless for minutes. “I can never forget this,” Kulsoom whispered. “Thank you.” Zareef smiled. “It is just the beginning. You deserve more and you will have more,” he said planting a kiss on her cheek. ENDS

As a girl, Sue had been a parent. Her father and mother had died young, but now before giving her a baby brother to care for. So, a teenage girl, she'd stepped into the gap. Washed his clothes, done his dishes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches. All while a part of her, and it fluctuated in size every day, saw the other girls who only had to worry about diets and clothes and boy bands; it screamed "Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!" And she couldn't argue with it, not when Johnny got to be a kid and she had to be an adult. She didn't want to take it out on Johnny. He'd lost as much as she ever had. More; at least she had the memories of their parents. He barely had their faces. But still, the frustration piled up, just from Johnny being Johnny, and she... overcompensated. She went for him to go to sleep, at a 9 PM bedtime she was uncommonly strict about, and then she dug into her closet for the clothes he never saw her in. The leather. The red lace. The thin tops. And she went to the kind of clubs that probably shouldn't have let her in and did the kind of things that she shouldn't have done, yet couldn't regret. Boys (bad boys) called her Stormy, and hung off the puffs of smoke from every cigarette she burned. Tobacco or otherwise. She'd danced way too close with other girls' boys, stealing them away, and sometimes stealing both. They weren't called threesomes back then. Just 'partying'. And that was about as gay as Susan had ever been. Last night, she'd eaten out three women. Sue had been under no illusions that 'Stormy' was the real her, anymore than she was 'really' June Cleaver. She was somewhere in-between. She loved both the danger and the safety, the day and the night; male and female (she thought ruefully). Then came Reed, and Ben, and Johnny too, in a way, the way he matured ever so slightly and fit into their little group, the dutiful son with Reed, the annoying little brother with Ben, playing the kind of tricks you never could with a sister. She'd found herself, in a way. And, in another way, the birth of the Fantastic Four was a blessing on that account. Suddenly, she was both sex symbol and scientist, family member and Imaginaut, Susan Storm and the Invisible Woman. Getting married just confirmed it. She could have it all. The danger, the risk, the adventure, all with a home to come back to and a sweet husband and a family that loved her unconditionally. Where had it all gone wrong? Somewhere along the way, with Johnny and Ben forming their own little families and with the birth of her two amazing children—the fantasy had given way to routine. She had to mind Reed— with his dictatorial tendencies, his patrician outlook, the self-assurance that bordered on supremacy—as much as she ever had Johnny. She had to comfort Ben in his heartbreak, because the world just kept breaking the biggest heart she'd ever known. And Johnny... she actually envied Johnny. The way he seemed to dip into responsibility without it ever sticking. He was best friends with that spider fellow, but if it wasn't convenient, that was alright, Peter could just find Daredevil and play with him. It was all so... Something had happened to her, small but infuriating, and it just happened _so much..._ So she'd slipped back into _her_ old routine. She'd been Stormy again, without even realizing it. The old double agent had come back to life as she went out with her friends for a night on the town, no idea what a night it would be. She'd stayed with Janet and Jen as they changed right before her eyes, showing her lusts she never could've imagined them possessing, then holding up a mirror for her to look into. Like the dance of the seven veils, her inhibitions had fallen. She would be present, but not look. She would look, but not stare. She would stare, but not touch. One by one, she had gotten out from under her vow to Reed, and by the time the coke was on her nose and a dildo was up her ass, she'd still thought of herself as Susan Richards. Was she? Had she ever been? She'd gone back home, helped into her clothes by her newfound friends—co- conspirators. They'd washed her up and given her water for her hangover and Emma herself had given Sue a smart pat on the rump to send her on the way. And she, still the dweeb that had never gotten ahead of a single Avenger on the Maxim Hot 100, had taken the taxi humming _I Could've Danced All Night_ to herself like she'd just been romanced by Clark Gable. She'd seen the show's last Broadway revival. What had she been doing getting fucked in the ass by a former supervillain? Then she'd slept without even a moment's insomnia, dead to the world as soon as her head hit the pillow. The night burned the drug out of her system, letting her guilt in. She'd woken up a changed woman, though the change had come the previous day. This was just when she felt it. Frantically, she'd gotten into the shower and scrubbed herself like there might be evidence painted on her skin. The clothes she'd thrown out only because burning was too extreme. She went without make-up and it just made the woman in the mirror harder to recognize. She'd always been a natural beauty, but now there was a terrible light in her reflection. A smile that seemed to persist right through her horror. She'd hadn't just cheated on her husband. She'd loved every second of it. Emma's voice rang in her eyes, as clear and loud as church bells in the distance. "That high is not what this drug is all about. It was developed to destroy old-fashioned feelings of guilt, shame, and taboo.... Susan—this is what you want without fear of remorse, regret, self-loathing... all those emotions designed to keep you in line." The thought leapt to her mind. She could go back. Get more of Emma's 'mutant coke'. Bury this useless guilt again, leaving only her enjoyment of what had happened. But no. She hated the idea. Getting through life self-medicating, not for depression or anxiety, but just to kill her remorse. No, she deserved to feel this way. She deserved to feel worse. Because as awful as she felt, she couldn't bring herself to hate what had happened. She just couldn't let herself _think_ about it. "Sue? Are you awake?" Reed's voice came through the cracked door, followed shortly by his head on an extended neck. Sue looked around, as if checking whether she _was_ awake. After that night, everything felt unreal. She was still in bed, her eyes aimed at the alarm clock without actually acquiring it. She'd slept in one of the guest rooms, and it still smelled vaguely of aftershave and flannel from when they'd had Wolverine over. Sue hadn't expected Reed to notice her absence; it had smelled like another all- nighter in the lab. But apparently not. "I'm up," Sue said. "Just feeling a little under the weather." She turned herself invisible to go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Reed's head, still extended, followed her in. Luckily, he was used to her not wanting to be seen before she put her face on. For a moment, he was distracted by her clothes becoming visible as they were peeled from her body, then by the outline of her in the steam and hot shower spray. "If I did something to offend you, I'd appreciate you letting me know." Reed's body made that balloon-rubbing sound as his body caught up with the rest of him. Apparently this was important enough for him to join her in whole. "I reprogrammed HERBIE to let me know if there's a greater than sixty percent chance of my having angered you, and to order flowers as appropriate, but the system is still in beta..." "We're fine." Sue reassured him by turning her face visible, along with a helping of her upper chest. As she might've expected, he'd rededicated himself to science far too much to be flustered once more. "I just caught a bug and I don't want you to get sick." "Well, let me run you through the scanner suite, just to be sure. You never know when one of these things is a potion of Diablo's..." Sue thought of him picking up the coke in her system. She had to give it time to flush out. If it did flush out. It was some kind of mutant drug, right? What if it would keep showing up on drug tests when she was eighty? "Please, Reed, I can't have every 48-hour bug be treated like something out of Star Trek. Just let me be sick awhile, please? The kids can bring me breakfast in bed, like I did for my parents growing up. It'll be fun." "Alright. You get some rest. If you feel better, the seismology department of NYU either has some extremely faulty Richter scales or New York will soon be experiencing a tectonic event. Either way, the Fantastic Four can lend assistance." "I'll be there. Just some antihistamines and orange juice, and I can deal with whatever the Earth's crust can throw at us." "That I can provide." Dressed in her uniform, and babied slightly by Reed, she felt slightly herself. And moreso with Johnny and Ben quibbling over a videogame, Franklin of all people playing peacemaker. In the time it would've taken her to add two and two, Reed had double-checked the university's findings and concluded there was nothing wrong with the Richter Scale ("Though to be less colloquial, the fault would be in the seismograph, not in the measuring unit itself."). So off they went on the Fantasticar, hovering a half-mile above the adoring masses, supported only by repulsor technology. The fantastical situation had Stormy bored solid. Seismological weirdness. Had to be Mole Man. And it was. He came bursting up through the Port Authority Bus Terminal (he'd been aiming for Times Square) with the usual rejects from Barsoom. The prospect of a fight seemed so... dull. She could even mouth along with ol' Harvey. "Foolish suntanned barbarians! The subterranean world will not tolerate your unchecked aggression! Quake before the terrible vengeance of the Mole Man and his lightless legions!" Then Sue glanced down at the Fantasticar's radar screen and realized they'd double-booked. The Blackbird was on its way as well. Which meant... _Hello, lovely._ _Get out of my head, Frost._ _Very well._ The radio crackled and for a half-second, Sue expected Emma's iced accent to proposition her right before her teammates. Instead, it was Cyclops's commanding tone coming over. "X-Men to Fantastic Four, we're in the neighborhood. Need any help?" "Nope!" Johnny said, while Ben chimed "Nada!" "The more the merrier," Reed said. "I'm always interested to see the X-gene in action." "That you'll get, Dr. Richards. You might want to hang back while we make our entrance—" "Come onnnnn!" Johnny pleaded, picturing Bobby Drake getting more hits than him on the Twitosphere. For once, Reed was with him. "Sorry, friend. The FF doesn't hang back." They leapt into the fray, followed closely by Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Beast, Kitty Pryde, Gambit, Maggott of all people, and of course, Wolverine. Emma had to still be in the Blackbird, piloting. Waiting to make her entrance. No rush. Sue steeled herself against anymore speculation in _that_ direction and focused on the fight. It was alright, as far as fights went. She didn't enjoy violence, but as long as the boys had a good time and no one got hurt—well, it was like a bonding exercise, almost. Much better quality time than playing Monopoly. The Mole Man overreached quickly, and was captured by Wolverine, who was thrown by the Thing. They had a name for the maneuver, which unduly fascinated Reed as he wrapped his arm three times around the snout of a reptile that was trying to wolf him down. Without the Mole Man's guidance, his monsters were just wild animals driven berserk. They could be corralled and tranquilized one by one, Johnny using his flames to trap them, Kitty baiting them with the safety of her intangibility, and Marvel Girl dumping them back down Mole Man's hole after they were out. Still concerned by her 'sickness,' Reed asked Sue to watch Mole Man on a nearby rooftop while they wrapped things up. She was quick to oblige. Despite two near-death experiences and the bitter pain of a claw swipe across her midsection, she couldn't keep her mind off Emma. What was she thinking, as she directed the Blackbird's turrets with only a fraction of that incredible intellect? What was she going to _do_? She got her answer surely. The Blackbird's hatch opened and Emma dropped down like Buttercup at the end of The Princess Bride, her cape and hair flowing so sinuously that they might've been parachutes. Her body was diamond, though, and it cut through the air like an arrow. The light hit it, flowed through it like the sun setting over water, and Sue was in awe. Emma knew it, and she didn't care. It'd been a long time since she'd had wonder. Finding it with Emma seemed at least as legitimate as traveling to another dimension. Emma landed surprisingly lightly. Sue wondered how much diamonds weighted and—"You wound me," Emma said, shaking flakes of concrete off her high-heeled boots. The impact she left was like a star would put down outside Mann's Chinese Theater. Dainty and elegant. "I live in a mansion where red meat is a load-bearing part of the food pyramid and yet I only allow myself Nutella when I'm licking it off someone. If Husk had shifted into diamond, she'd be on the ground floor right now." The Blackbird stayed hovering over them, casting its shadow over the two women and the restrained Mole Man. It happened in the blink of an eye. With no sunlight touching her, Emma's transformation back into flesh was almost imperceptible. And yet, Sue felt the sudden wave of warmth coming off her newly human skin like it was a physical caress. Emma smirked at her speechless facial expression as she turned to the Mole Man. "Oh my. Is this who's been monopolizing your time? I've had some unconventional partners in the past, but still.... Dignity. Always dignity." Tugging on her left glove like she was reminding herself she still had it on, Emma touched her hand to the Mole Man's temple. Perhaps it was a side effect of her ability to make the invisible visible, but Sue had always been able to see psychic powers, after a fashion. When she was staring right at it, it was still as vague as something in the corner of her eye. The heat coming off a grill or a cloud in the night sky. Usually, it just blurred her vision during a psychic attack, seeing the blunt force and invasive thievery used by most telepaths. With Emma, it was like she was sliding crystal scalpels into the man's brain, or moving slides under a microscope. "Oh, rude boy," Emma chided. "The thing he makes those Moloids wear. Your little arch-nemesis saw a documentary on fracking and decided that this time, right would make might. I know a lot of men retreat to basements after they're rejected by enough women, Harvey, but you approach hyperbole. Oh well, at least those boys get to let out some steam without brawling in front of the students, and a little devastation stimulates the economy. Sue dear, have you invested in Damage Control Inc? A very well-run company. Owner's a personal friend. The workforce is fourteen percent mutant and two percent AI. That's better than some Avengers line-ups." "I can't do this," Sue said. She kept her voice blank, her face blank, her mind blank. "Can't?" Emma put the Mole Man to sleep with a hearty prod and wheeled on Sue. "Susan, you've _done_ it. It's part of you now. It always has been and it always will be. You're my bitch." "Don't call me that." "You loved it." "I'm married." "And I killed a horse once. Why are we discussing things with no bearing on our situation?" "It has _every_ bearing on our situation! No, not our situation. Mine!" Sue threw up an invisible forcefield, thick enough to mute their rising conversation for outside ears. "I'm the one with kids, I'm the one with a family, what do you have? Some... eff-buddy!" "Eff-buddy." Emma quirked an eyebrow. "Scott's more of a D-buddy, if you take my meaning." "You're a smart woman, I'm sure you have some masterful way of justifying all this to yourself. But be honest—how would you feel if Scott cheated on you?" "Bored, probably. Slightly surprised, depending on how much she looked like Jean Gray." "Well, Reed's not one of your post-human... hipsters! If he found out about us, it would actually hurt him—" "Would it?" Emma interrupted, barely letting Sue get her last word out before she interjected. "Would it really? Or, as you're so deathly afraid of—would he not even care?" "Quiet, Frost." "Perhaps he'd consider it convenient, sharing you. Pawning off your less... cerebral needs onto a third party. Your children have a nanny. Why can't you have a mistress?" "I'll hurt you," Sue promised. "Not the kind of physicality you're looking for," Emma replied. She walked toward the forcefield, her low-level scan of Sue's mind telling her it was there, and Sue forced herself to lower it so Emma wouldn't run headlong into nothingness. And as Emma stepped out of the shadows, the light let her steal Sue's breath away. She was perfect. Even on a team and a job that seemed to demand physical perfection, she took the _ne plus ultra_ of her costume and her body and wore them with such daring and verve... with an effect that went beyond the psychic and became nigh-physical... with such confidence, to both flaunt and not give a damn how she was perceived at the same time... that Sue could only compare her to the Celestials, the Eternals, the other god-like beings the Fantastic Four had encountered on their travels. In the same way their sheer power and importance seemed to shake the matter of the universe itself, Emma's sexual potency demanded attention, arousal, worship. Her comparatively modest X-Men costume made 'the real Emma Frost' an open secret, a private joke between her and Sue. With her bodice covering her from heart to womb, she easily showed less skin than a lot of superheroines Sue could name. It was the way she stood, the way she walked, the looks she gave that elevated her into a love goddess. Emma didn't touch Sue, though she was within arm's reach. She barely even looked at her. She just held herself the way she did, arms across her chest, hands about her face, inviting Sue to uncover her. Not even showing enough flesh to be a promise, merely a gamble. "We're not having the same conversation. You're talking about truth, justice, the American Way. All the things that make your life worth living—when you're not with me. Me? I _give_ your life meaning. I give you pleasure that justifies your life. I make you come so hard it justifies itself. This isn't about big words like infidelity and faithfulness and trust. This isn't words at all. It's that mindless beast between your legs that knows what it wants and know how to get it. Are you going to let me feed it, Sue darling? Or are we going to pretend that playing Suzy Homemaker gets you off half as good as I do?" Sue was flustered halfway through Emma's speech. By the time Emma was done, she was wet. She tried to deny it, but she couldn't when every minute motion rubbed a warm pussy against sodden panties. And so, desperate to force this impossible contradiction out of her life, her powers activated the same way they would to instinctively stop a gunshot. Emma faded from view. A moment later, her laugh came from nowhere. "Oh, Sue, you're more delightfully fucked up than you let on. You know, you could've just turned my clothes invisible. It'd make a much better show." Sue heard high heels clicking on the pavement between them, that had been between them. "But even I must admit, it wasn't the sight of me that made you come like Old Faithful. It was my touch. It was how I made you _feel_." And to Sue's horror—to her unending relief—she felt Emma's invisible hands run from the sides of her breasts down the curvature of her ribs, all the way down to rest on her hips. Just short of her ass, just short of her _cunt_ —the grip staggeringly intimate and not nearly intimate enough all at once. "Did you know we actually forget things on purpose?" Emma's voice was in Sue's ear now. There was no telling how close she was. Sue could've made her eyes perceive Emma Frost, could've simply uncloaked her, but both options seemed unbearable. She could only stand there, in her lust and her weakness, and be tempted. "It's true. Imagine if every single thing that had ever happened to you could be called up at a moment's notice. It'd be torture, wouldn't it? Sensory overload. For our own sake, we reduce the detritus of our lives to vague blurs, scents and impressions, so we can live in the now instead of being held prisoner to the past. But you, Susan—you try to sandpaper past, present, and future into one smooth slope, sliding down unimpeded from your birth to your death. I'm not offering you memories, dear heart. I'm offering you the here and now. My fingers in your cunt, right now, and my cock up your ass in five minutes. And the only way you could say no—is if you didn't know what you were being offered." Suddenly, Sue felt Emma's hand in her hair, the force of her muscles pulling on her scalp, forcing Sue's face up into Emma's warm breath. It smelled of lilacs. "And we both know you can't pretend that." Emma kissed her and Sue remembered everything. She remembered being face down in a sex club, her best friends arranged in front of her. They were sitting on their hands, not allowed to masturbate, naked from the waists down (at least), but clenching their tights together for the faint pleasure. Janet was even opening her legs extra wide to flash her pink pussy at Sue, either mocking her or promising her something. The reason they weren't allowed to masturbate, and the reason they wanted to, was Emma Frost. She was wearing her White Queen costume, known and feared through the superhero community as the brand of the Hellfire Club. The only bit of color on her was the yellow and blue dildo strapped to her hips, a sardonic tribute to her current beau, Cyclops of the X-Men. And it was buried all the way in Sue's ass. Though she was bent over the table of the private booth all five ladies were crammed in, Sue might as well have been bowing to Emma. "Do you want to go cold turkey and get my cock out of your ass?" Emma was asking, finishing a lengthy extolling of the drug Sue had literally eaten out of Emma's hand. "Or do you want another hit while I fuck you like the bitch you are?" Sue hadn't even hesitated. "Muh-mistress!" Emma took that as the plea it was. She withdrew just enough to get a running start, then _impaled_ Sue with one surge of her hips. The ladies in front of Sue—her friends and colleagues—tightened their thighs together as one. Sue could smell their arousal. She could see it glistening on the seats below them. "Enjoy my cock up your ass," Emma advised, sounding nothing more than solicitous. "It's going to be there quite a bit." Despite her pleasure, Sue felt the fear of a winded animal being pursued. In her panicked, ecstatic state, she couldn't imagine Emma _ever_ stopping. She was powerless, _willingly_ powerless—and that left only the enjoyment. There was nothing she could do to stop the pleasure Emma was giving her and she wouldn't have it any other way. The fear sent adrenaline coursing through her, thicker in her veins than the drugs. It made everything vivid. Once more, Emma held herself deep inside Sue. She took Sue's blond hair in one hand, vanilla blonde, such a small ways away from Emma's own rose gold hair, but so dour in comparison. Emma rubbed it between her fingers before pulling on it, the new pain forcing Sue's attention. "Touch yourself," she ordered. "I'm under no obligation. If you want to come, you're going to have to do it yourself." Sue understood. She parted her legs as much as she could with one of Emma's hands still on her hips, keeping her in place, then she shifted all her weight onto her left hand while her right ran underneath her prone body. She felt her clit and it was like it was hot to the touch, the intensity of the contact was so strong. A nudging push in her mind from Emma. She _groped_ herself, the sharp feeling cutting into the pained pleasure of the dildo in her ass. Mixing but not mixing. Oil and water. Almost immediately, she— (Sue remembered Emma's mind with hers, like they were hand in hand, running their conjoined hand over her sex, her perineum, her clit. Her fingers were soft and nimble, so different from all the callused touches she'd known—that was Emma's thought, not hers—they felt magnificent. And the cool lacquer of her manicure, when Emma pressed her to rake her nails over her cunt despite her fears... It was almost enough to blot out the lingering pain of Emma's penetration, but some always stayed, like spice. Just Emma shifting her weight was like an earthquake: more than enough to finish her off.) "Sorry!" Sue breathed as she came. She had no idea what she was apologizing for. Emma patted her on the back. "That's quite alright, dear. I think you've had enough of Cyclops. He's best in small doses." Emma withdrew a ways, and even that sent burning heat through Sue. It hurt so much more than it pleased, but she loved it and she held still without the slightest nudge from Emma. Emma stopped, neither hilted in Sue nor outside her, and being balanced on that knife's edge snapped Sue's mind. A tear ran down her cheek. When she saw her mascara running later, she wouldn't be able to remember where it was from joy or agony. "Would you like some more coke, my dear? Like they say: it's the pause that refreshes." Sue could only nod. "Slut, time to make yourself useful." Psylocke answered to her codename, bending down—it was an effort for her hands to avoid her pussy—and reaching into her stockings, where a sort of garter belt held more vials of the stuff. She poured one out in front of Sue and Sue went for it, but Emma held her tight by the hair. "Janet, you've been having a profitable quarter. Why don't you give Sue something to keep her from making a mess? A large bill, I should think. As a fashionista, you should know how entwined expense is with enjoyment." Janet had to pry her hands off the bottoms of her thighs, leaving white marks where they'd been clenched, but eventually she reached into her purse and brought out a hundred-dollar bill. "I'd pay ten times this to watch what's going down." "You're not going to _watch_ for much longer," Emma said meaningfully. She took the bill and rolled it up into a tight straw, then handed it to Sue. "You know what to do." "I..." Sue picked up the money. "I..." She put it in her nose. "Oh, Emma." She ran the dollar bill over the cocaine until nothing was left but a faint white smear on the stage. This hit wasn't like before. It went in hard, hitting her in the pool of overwarm pleasure that Emma had made between her legs. It knocked away everything but EmmaemmaEMMA, that look on the back of her neck, those fingernails needled on her hips, that patch of skin where Emma's knee pressed against the back of her leg, the low and almost supportive way Emma's whisper (thoughts?) made it to her ear—" _Come on now, that's it, there we are, good girl, ride it, I know it's rough, you simply must ride it, there, THERE, come down now, dear, you've had your fun, yes, can you orgasm once more? For me? Yes? Good girl, darling girl, such a good student, we're learning so much_." Sue couldn't even think of the dildo up her ass. It wasn't a part of her and it wasn't a part of Emma. It felt bigger than them. The world was darkness and her and Emma, and the feeling of being penetrated was at the center of it. Emma was the boundary, keeping everything tight and confined and cozy. And Sue... Sue was the darkness. Later, her friends would tell her that she came four times, just from Emma swaying her hips with that cock deep inside. Janet would say it was six, but she was prone to exaggeration. They all agreed, and Sue vaguely remembered, that at some point (orgasm three?) her arms gave out and she just collapsed on the stage, her arms and forehead off the edge, her face covered by the hair reaching for the floor. Emma pulled out by degrees, accounting for however other many orgasms Sue felt. By then, her high was finally dying. She just felt a chilly absence and realized she could rest and passed out for what felt like hours, but was really only a few minutes as Emma took off the dildo, had Betsy wipe it down, then put it back in its box, safe and sound. Emma patted Sue on her well-used ass along with a mental nudge, waking her in time to hear "Get her on her feet, ladies. We're taking this party upstairs." Everyone but Emma descended on Sue, eager to grope her as they lifted her up. Jen's hands—large but not mannish, just shockingly long fingers—sunk into her buttocks. Janet's—slender and child-like compared to Jen's—cradled her breast as they supported Sue's back. And Betsy's fingers were rough and callused where they gripped Sue's head, her other hand carrying the box under her arm, but her index finger possessively hooked in Sue's mouth. Sue was glad for the small debasement. Sucking on it gave her something to focus on as the cocaine erupted through her. Making her heart race and shake. She was born aloft behind Emma like the prize from a hunt, club-goers parting before her to observe her degradation from new angles. The lights and music _physically_ crashed down on Sue. Their waves bounced through her blood vessels and left her shaking like a struck cymbal. She thrashed and laughed. Laughed louder when Emma's guests reached out in passing and ripped off pieces of her garments. In only twenty feet she was stripped bare, her naked body glowing with sweat and shaking, hot and cold. She wondered if Emma's nods had anything to do with who was helping her disrobe. Did she nod to them before or after they stripped her? It was hard for Sue to tell. The procession ( _hunting party_ , Sue's mind claimed) swept through the dance floor and up a spiral staircase the size of a redwood. In the rafters, with the sound and fury dimmed, Sue should've felt metal-cold. Instead she could've been in a boiler room. On her bare skin, her friends' bold fingers felt hot as brands. Finally, they ascended to a mahogany door, _tres_ out of place. Through it was Emma's office, which of course connected to a luxurious bedroom. Both were stark white, the office lined on both walls with paintings, each pair dominated by a different primary color. In that room, they looked like windows into other worlds. And despite what was downstairs, none of them were sexual. Flowers, trees, fruits—it could've been a museum exhibit. At the far end of a space the size of a studio apartment, floor-to-ceiling windows of one-way glass looked down on the White Queen's realm. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Emma asked in a rhetorical mood. She sat on her ivory desk with its black drawers as Sue was carried past it, born like a virgin sacrifice to those vast windows. In her mind's eyes, with the vulgar suddenness of a dirty word, Sue imagined a pillory made out of her own forcefields. It was of a special design: a large board in front with three holes for her arms and head to go through, then a neck that swept down and widened so she'd be bent over it at the waist. From there it narrowed straight down into a pole, which crept along the floor to become a second holed board for her legs. Struts projected to either side so the construct wouldn't pitch over with her weight. It looked like a horrible device, bending someone over and locking them in place, something Sue wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. "Yes, mistress," she said, and when they set her down, she projected the forcefields, obediently bending down over its neck and 'strapping' herself in. With the pillory invisible, she looked like she was frozen in ice, bent over an imaginary desk or table. Her ass was on display, as was her pussy underneath. So were her breasts, dangling under her. Sue could see them in the faint reflection of the dark glass. Along with Jen, Janet, and Betsy, growing in the mirror as they circled her. Betsy slid a hand over her ass, while Janet ran her fingernails down Sue's steepled leg. Jen was the most aggressive. She reached right under Sue and grabbed a handful of cleavage like she was inspecting livestock. After a testing squeeze on Sue's buttocks, Betsy's hand slithered down toward where Sue was pink and wet. Emma stopped her with a brisk command. "Slut, bring me Wolverine." Betsy obediently trotted off. She went to the desk, pulling open a wide drawer. Bending over to do it, giving Emma a perfect view of her perfect ass. She put Cyclops's box inside— _Jesus,_ Sue thought, _she really does have Scott's dick in her desk—_ and took out another. Opened it. Inside was exactly what Sue expected, only much larger. Cyclops had just seemed big because of the circumstances and the drugs. Sue guessed it was really only about six and a half inches. This was ten inches, and thicker, its brown and black coloring making it look still more masculine and threatening. Emma clapped her hands together as Betsy fitted the new strap-on to her like a tailor. "This is Wolverine," she said, gesturing to her phallus like she was making introductions. "It's not true to life— Logan's is actually short but thick, rather like the man himself really, but I enjoy thinking of the look on Scott's face were he to discover this." Sue saw Emma clearly in the reflection as she approached, white, gleaming. She was so pale she could've been the moon, her light only blotted out by Sue's body as Emma stepped around her. At her groin, reflection made the strap-on obscenely black. An abyss that Sue lost herself in; when Emma came around, she thrust the dildo in Sue's face, making it dominate her vision. Through Sue's adrenaline rush, it pulsed and throbbed mightily. Emma ran it down Sue's face in a parody of a loving caress, the kind Reed might do from across the room, and it. Was. So. Cold. So refreshingly cold. While Sue burned up, Emma put her out a little. "You haven't had any work done, have you Susan? Such a lovely face. More than the sum of its parts. That simplistic haircut. That weak chin. Those lost cheekbones. Yet it's all so naturalistic that one has to forgive the shortcomings. Yes, you're a veritable winsome beauty. I can't believe I'm going to let someone else fuck that face. But that's Emma Frost, I suppose. Generous to a fault." Perching the Wolverine cockhead on Sue's lips, she faced each of the others in turn. "Alright, poppets, now you get off. But only on our dear Susan's face. I'll leave it to you to sort out the pecking order." Sue pulled at her bonds, but they were inescapable. The sleek, glassy feel of her forcefields was usually so comforting. Now they felt otherworldly enough to be threatening. They were hers, yet she couldn't control them (or herself). Emma _had_ split Sue apart when she'd penetrated her. One half of her was still fearful of this pleasure and anyone who could possibly enjoy it. The other held the rest of her tightly captive, betraying her to the White Queen. Emma circled around Sue to fit the dildo to her ass like a plug in a socket. Despite the stretching Sue had endured just minutes ago, her ass put up a token resistance to Wolverine's entry. Emma made an "mmm" sound and applied a little more pressure, than a little less. Sue clenched and relaxed. A little more pressure, a little less. "You want to see me put this bitch on a spit before we start?" Emma asked the others. They nodded eagerly, Janet letting out a tiny "Yes!" Emma secured Sue's waist in her hands, then her hips— (Sue remembered agonizing pain, sudden, indescribable. That alone she could've endured. She'd been in enough torture chambers and death-traps to stand up to anything. Except that a second after Emma roughly shoved herself into Sue, the pain was wiped away by pleasure. Some secret part of her was exploding and singing, and not because she was getting fucked in the ass. Because a woman was fucking her in the ass, a woman she wasn't married to. A woman that was stronger than her, prettier than her, better than her. And naughtier. So much naughtier.) "Now fuck her face off," Emma commanded, twirling a lock of Sue's hair around her finger. The three heroines swept in all at once, but Jen was easily the victor. She shouldered the other two aside like a linebacker and grabbed Sue by the ears. Her pussy was close enough for Sue to count the many hairs on it (not too many, of course, Jen being Jen, but she was definitely closer to being a meadow than a lawn), though Jen kept a respectful distance. "Sorry about this, Suzie," she said with a chagrinned smile. "But Shulkie want get off!" "That's okay, I completely understand," Sue said. Tried to say. From the second word on, she was muffled by a giant green twat. Not that Sue had much to compare it to, but Jen tasted good. _Exotic,_ strong to the point of unpleasant, an acquired taste to be sure—but good. The gamma radiation must've changed Jennifer's flavor as surely as the rest of her, because her juices left a faintly burning aftertaste like watered-down whiskey. Sue loved it. She licked as best she could, but despite her tongue being feared by every member of the World's Greatest Heroes, it wasn't enough for the sensational She-Hulk. At least, not with her as keyed up as the last half-hour had left her. "Stick out your tongue," Jen ordered, her deep voice rumbling with arousal, and Sue obligingly extended her tongue as far as she could. Not that Jen waited for that. She jerked her hips like a teenage boy at a dance, grinding her cunt into Sue's face until she had Sue's tongue trapped. Then she went faster. Even with Jen holding back—she was, right?—She-Hulk frantically ramming her sex against Sue was like receiving a series of open-handed slaps. The taste filled Sue's mouth, setting her throat aflame. Then Jen stopped bothering with tongue altogether. She simply held Sue's head still and ground herself into it, running her sex over Sue's face in laughing delight. Sue felt her booming, full-throated chuckle as deeply as the rest of her. Jen was as hot as an open match held up to Sue's face, and her wetness marked Sue like war paint. Sue forgot about the pillory, and nearly forgot about Emma, and just—what was Johnny's word for it? Motorboated. "YES YES YES!" Jen was as vocal as her cousin, though far more agreeable. When Sue was able to see past her magnificently thick thighs, it was up at Jen with Janet and Betsy hanging off her, either trying to move her so they could get their turn earlier or trying to leech off of Jen's sexual excitement. Or both. The way they bit and scratched at Jen could not be considered either wholly loving or wholly aggressive. They, and Emma's glorious smile, spurred Jen on. She threaded her hands into Sue's hair and forced her as deep as she could into her needy cunt. It ended up covering both Sue's nose and mouth, instantly cutting off her air. And her vision, for that matter. All Sue could see was the sweet, cuddly pink that had been so incongruously situated in the midst of Jen's jade skin and dark hair. She struggled to breathe, turned her head to try to get away from Jen, but the giantess just went faster. Unapologetically rutting Sue's nose, Jen threw her head back to expose her surprisingly slender neck to her friends' love bites. Her pussy ran like a piece of fruit being squeezed harder and harder, now slathering Sue's face with her cream, filling her lungs with the smell of quim and nothing else. With Sue suffocating, her head turned to the ceiling, her friends teething her neck like twin vampires, and Emma watching, Jennifer Walters dropped her mouth open and roared "YESSSSS! SHE-HULK **COME!"** Emma giggled fitfully. There was one thing she'd give superheroes—their morals may have been stauncher than her usual playmates, but they were _much_ less boring. (Sue remembered how Jen had been exhausted, in both senses of the word, transforming back into the mild attorney she had once been exclusively. It'd been quite a sight, naked. Jen's butt flattened, her breasts shrunk to B-cups, her muscles swam in seas of slack skin, until finally a short, mousy woman was left, naked and giggling with the same joie de vive She-Hulk had possessed. She'd sat down on the couch, then the floor when Emma objected to a sweaty superheroine on her furniture, and Sue hadn't noticed her again) A bolt of psychic force added to her orgasm had Jen stumbling back, freeing a gagging Sue to spit out some of the prodigious come Jen had gifted her with and suck in air. Emma wasn't planning for her to catch her breath, though. Even as Jen's heady juices drip-drip-dripped from Sue's chin (and ears, and hair, and eyelashes), Emma rolled her hips to obscenely sexual effect. Sue gulped down what was left of Jen's appreciation, her eyes rolling back in her head and air no longer seeking refuge in her chest. Wolverine was _huge._ No, no it wasn't—she tried to tell herself, rationally, logically—it wasn't that much bigger than Cyclops, and she'd taken that no problem. But none of that common sense made a difference to her ass, where the dildo felt as big around as Ben's fist and as long as Reed when he needed something back in a room he'd just left. And in the face of that gut feeling, of being _reamed_ , of being _sodomized_ , Sue wondered if she could take even an inch more. "You can," Emma said aloud, and Sue realized belatedly that her thoughts were being read. She might've expected Emma to lean down, whisper in her ear like some of her more gentle lovers had done when taking on the unemotional 'doggy style' position. But no. Emma stayed erect, head held high, dropping her proclamation down on Sue like the Oracle must've done in ancient Rome. "You can, and you will. Your ass is mine, Susan Storm. It's time I enjoy it a bit more." Sue whimpered and closed her eyes, not even bothering to try and break free of the pillory, much less dispel her own forcefields. Emma was adding a few more inches to her conquest and it hurt like hell, if not as much as before. Or maybe it did and she just enjoyed it more. Either way, when Emma finally stopped, Sue was breathing hard and had no idea whether she wanted Emma to keep going or pull out and let her run and hide. Emma, as usual, wasn't doing either. "Very good, Susan. You're taking to buggery much faster than expected. But now that you've had your fun," _MY FUN?_ bounced shrilly through Sue's head, "you'd best remember that to give is better than to receive." Janet was next up. She'd made some deal with Betsy to keep the ninja hanging back, and now that she had Sue mostly to herself, her crystalline wings were fully extended with her arousal, batting in jogging spurts that sent cool breezes through the room and ruffled Emma's hair dazzlingly. Janet took a tissue from a nearby table—her staccato wings nearly ripped it from her hands—and went to wipe Sue's face off. "Don't listen to Emma, you have a lovely face. You're a classical beauty. I mean, that thing your nose does, you know? That's art, honey. Money can't buy it. I would love to put you in some of my clothes. Although right now, I'm obviously enjoying having you out of them so much more!" Sue groaned and gurgled through the one-sided conversation. She was still getting used to the headway Emma had made in her ass, the unrelenting force of the dildo opening her up and holding her open. It was insane. A weight that drilled deeper and deeper into her, but just kept spinning its wheels—the pleasure pressing down on her, but never getting where she needed it. And as Sue had correctly guessed, she would only get Emma's precious ministrations by getting off her friends. She wanted to be degraded by Janet so she could be degraded by Emma. What a fucking world. The OCD case in her satisfied with how presentable Sue was, Janet stood, crooked her hands on her hips, and jutted her sex out for Sue's inspection. She was far more meticulously shaved than Jen, her labia bare except for the landing strip in the shape of the Avengers' famous logo. That explained the cocky grin Janet displayed. It wasn't like Sue had a 4 on her cooch. "Just so you know, I think it's really great that you're doing this!" Janet said hurriedly, with her trademark mile-a-minute flare. "It is so good for your relationship to get in touch with your inner slut. You would not believe how great things were with Hank after I fucked Black Panther. It's not for everyone, that'd just be silly, but I think there are a lot and a lot of people who just really need to fuck around! It's not like we won't have plenty of time to be monogamous once we're old and gray, but right now, we should be getting as much dick and vajayjay as we can! Who knows when we'll end up in one of those one million dystopian futures that keep paying us visits! There's no time for sex when Dr. Doom is making us all build a giant statue of his pet cat or—" Sue licked Janet's cunt. At least her clit wasn't tiny. "Oh!" Janet said, shocked. She tried to carry on the conversation. "Or a-a-a mural of his dead mother, your arch-nemesis is quite the mommy's boy, needs to have a—" (Sue licked Janet again. There was a fruity bouquet to her that had to be intentional, some kind of body wash or, more likely, pussy wash. It was novel, at least. Two bouts of cunnilingus and Sue was becoming a connoisseur.) "That would be pretty good work, actually, painting for a living. I'm quite artistic, really, I've done some portraits. Not enough for an exhibition... do you think I should get back into painting? There are a lot more subjects these days. Why, those Junior X-Men alone would be..." Sue sealed her mouth to Janet and ate voraciously. She usually liked Janet's meaningless babble, but not when it stood in the way of getting the few more inches that would end the burning desire between her legs. "Oooh!" Janet hummed, setting her hands atop Sue's head like a crown. She bunched her fingers in Sue's hair. "Your hair really is lovely, Sue, although have you ever thought of streaks? They make you look so much—MMMMM!" Sue marked that spot to remember later. For now, she wanted to try nibbling on Janet's labia. "Uhh! Uhh!" Janet grunted. "You're good at this! Is it because—" Sue drove her tongue deep into Janet, in and out like a cock, rewarded with grunts and gasps. "OOF! Sue, that's amazing! You're a natural! OH!" Sue went back to That Spot. "OH GOD! YES! PLEASE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FACE! MMM-MM-MMMMFUCK!" Even coming, Janet had a big mouth. She wailed like a banshee, her wings fluttering so hard that it was like going down on a turbofan. She wasn't a squirter like Jen, though Sue did detect a taste of something unlike the passion fruit flavor she'd been getting—the taste indescribable, but quite alright—very Janet van Dyne. Janet sagged back on the balls of her feet, letting her whirring wings keep her up like she was slumping into an invisible beanbag chair. She wiped some drool off her chin. "You're a really good friend, Sue. We should've eaten each other's cunts years ago!" Sue would've said something about how Janet hadn't eaten her at all, and it would probably be more than a few years before she did, but Betsy was done waiting. She walked right over the reclining Janet on those decadently long legs, marching up to Sue and taking her head in her hands. "Enjoy," Betsy said, her gruff voice making it more of a command as she shared minds with Sue, letting her look through Betsy's eyes at Emma. So she could watch Emma as she buried a few more precious inches in Sue's ass, a devilish look in her eye, wearing the open-mouthed smile of a goblin as she opened Sue up forever, stretched her and loosened her and claimed her. Like an echo, Sue heard herself through both her own ears and Betsy's—"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck... goddamn... motherfucker... Emma! Fucking _Emma!_ "—a steady stream of curse words she hadn't used since she was a teenager. That, and gasping, and whimpering, and screaming as Emma stopped just an inch too far to be bearable. "Hurts!" Sue moaned shrilly, the pleasure gone far away, only an insistent fraction left behind to taunt her. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." "Easy, darling. I'll take care of you." Emma's gloved hand ran coolly between Sue's legs. Like ice, it seemed to melt on her burning thighs, her molten sex. "I take such good care of all my students." Sue was crying, Betsy wiping the tears away with her thumbs. The strap-on was like a hot poker in her flesh, and the heat was flaying her cunt. Only Emma's cool fingers and the pleasure they brought made it tolerable. In fact, she thought she could come. Yes, the pain was going away now, beaten back by Emma. She felt her tension pushed to the max, the pressure at its highest, the freedom and release of an orgasm within arm's reach... Emma stopped, marking the occasion with a brisk slap to Sue's buttocks. "That's all for now. Time for some sisterly solidarity. Give Slut her orgasm, then you can have yours." Betsy tugged Sue's face into the tuft of purple hair crowning her slit. "Lick," she ordered brusquely. Sue was still frozen by her impending orgasm. It was so close! She tried to push back against Emma's cock, just get an ounce of friction to finish her off, but the pillory wouldn't let her move that way anymore than she could pull away from Emma. She couldn't even clench her thighs for whatever relief that would bring. She was trapped on the verge of orgasm, and it was worse torture than anything Dr. Doom had ever come up with. Betsy grew impatient with the delay. She straightened the middle and forefinger of her left hand, then nipped them into Sue's neck like she was training a dog. It was nowhere near as painful as the sodomy Sue was undergoing, but still startling enough to be unpleasant. "Lick!" Betsy repeated, her British accent cold enough to freeze fire. Suddenly, Sue felt incredibly nervous. She was sandwiched between two women who were the epitome of seductiveness, each with miles more experience than her, and she was expected to please them? How? She made a few tentative laps at Betsy, hoping it would please her, but all it earned was another painful nip. "Faster!" Betsy ordered. Emma giggled in front of her, covering her mouth with her hand. Sue obeyed, licking and kissing Betsy's slit. To her relief, it tasted much the same as Janet's had when you got past whatever it was Janet bought to give herself the flavor of a Starburst. For a moment, Sue'd been worried that Betsy would taste 'Asian' somehow and make her feel like a racist. "Better," Betsy said, her inscrutable face (now Sue felt like a racist anyway) relaxing into a smile. She returned both hands to Sue's face, subtly massaging it as Sue licked and licked. Her touch had Sue relaxing with each swipe of her tongue, pushing 'getting buggered' to the back of her mind and replacing it with the luxurious feel of Betsy on her tongue. "Mmm-hmmm," Sue moaned unintentionally, lost in all of Betsy's lovely skin. She licked and kissed and sucked, rewarded by the pulsing subconscious thrill spreading from her lips outward. She didn't know if it was all tasting Betsy and being touched by her, or if some of it was subtle telepathy, but she didn't care. She was drifting off, her tongue dancing to the metronome beat of Betsy's demand. All she had to do was keep licking Betsy. It was very soothing. Like sucking on a lollipop, Sue thought with a drugged giggle. All too soon, her ministrations bore fruit. Betsy came to taste headier, stronger somehow, and her hands came away, leaving Sue in the lurch. When the blonde opened her eyes, she saw those deadly hands rolling up Betsy's body, feeling out her own taut skin and sleek musculature, heavy breasts and angular face, fingers cresting the O of her parted lips as she reached completion. "Acceptable," Betsy said with typical sparsity. She stepped away, purple pubic hair dewy with moisture. Sue was still staring at the incredible symmetry of her warrior's body, goggling at how she had brought pleasure to it, when Emma dug her nails into Sue's flanks and pushed forward into Sue's tightest, hottest hole. It hurt so bad, Sue couldn't even scream, just yelp. It was no fair, going from the pleasure of eating Betsy out to this inferno of pain. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks, dripping into her open mouth as her head twisted and turned, "No, Emma, no, Emma please, Emma, _Emma_!" A harsh sob broke through her throat. "It _hurts!_ " Finally, Emma came down off her pedestal, bending down to whisper in Sue's ear. "Suffering is good for the soul," she shared, and drove the final inch of her dildo deep inside. Without warning, Sue boomeranged from the explosion of pain to an implosion of ecstasy, pure pleasure as she came, spurting, her climax running down her legs in rivulets. At the other end of her body, a scream was wrenched from her throat. It echoed through the confines of the office, raining down on the dance floor below, bringing smiles to the faces of Jen and Janet and Betsy. "Still want me to stop?" Emma asked, pulling her dildo out a tiny degree. The relief it brought was absolutely unacceptable. Sue needed the pressure, the pain, the orgasm that came with them. Emma didn't even wait for Sue to put her answer into words, reading it right off of Sue's mind. "That's what I thought." She pulled out anyway, nearly halfway, and Sue sobbed anew. Her crying turned to guttural barks of enjoyment as Emma thrust back into her with short, quick thrusts that sent agony galloping through her. The only way Sue survived was having Emma's hand between her legs, the heel of her hand flush against her cunt, pleasure like an ice cube sizzling on a skillet. She came again, a painful orgasm, a climax that _hurt_ , and she absolutely loved it. Janet knelt in front of her and kissed her hungrily, tasting herself and two other women atop Sue's much-abused lipstick, and Sue loved that too. Emma's thrusts became deeper, longer, slower somehow. In and out, first the painful delve into Sue, then the inexorable and agonizing _lack_ of pulling out, opening Sue up to feel the exquisite pleasure of Emma's fingers diddling her cunt. After what felt like seconds, she came again, sobbing and moaning into Janet's open mouth as her friend kissed her cheeks and forehead, only returning to her lips when Sue had gotten it out of her system. Now they'd attracted Betsy's interest. She sauntered up to the pillory, experimentally testing its invisible borders with outstretched hands, then did a perfect split to sink to the ground. _Damn ninja show-offs_ , Sue thought. But it put Betsy in perfect position to suck on Sue's breasts, left dangling by her compromising position, and that gave Janet the idea to reach underneath Sue and fondle her other tit. All that would've been more than enough to get Sue off, in time, but Emma's words shot her to the finish line like a jet rocket at a footrace. "I hope you're learning something about yourself, Susan. It's important to remember that you are a slut, in general, and a cockslut specifically, and that you can take so very much enjoyment in having your cockslut ass fucked and used to orgasm and filled with come. I trust having your asshole stretched out and gaping will help you remember, as will not being able to take one dainty footstep without thinking of my great big phallus entering you anally. But in case you forget, don't worry, I will be fucking each and every one of your holes more than enough times for you to remember your lesson: You. Are. Mine. And not only are you mine, my young pupil, but you love being mine, my cockslut, my dirty anal whore, my fucking _toy OH_...!" Emma lost herself in a perfect orgasm, sinking once more home into Sue's ass, closing her eyes and tilting her head back and breathing hard for a full minute as she soaked in the psychic pleasure of everyone else in the room. Then her eyes clicked open. "Jen," she said, eying the woman who had been checking her smartphone messages. "You're not participating," Emma chided. "I can't Hulk out," Jen said, blushing. "Not after a really _gangbusters_ orgasm." Sue and Janet turned to look at her. Even Betsy eyed her with her mouth around Sue's teat. "Yeah, I don't advertise that." Emma smiled magnanimously. "I should think even your normal human strength would be enough to hold this whore open for my reaming cock," she said, sweet as sugar. Jen seemed to agree, running over to pull Sue's cheeks apart for Emma. It could've have made much a difference, but suddenly Emma seemed to go even deeper as she pounded Sue's ass as fast and rough as mutantly possible. She stopped fingering Sue, her hand instead tightening around Jen's neck to hold her steady for an equally brutal kiss, but that was alright by Sue. Someone else—Jen or Jan or Betsy—penetrated her with their bare hands, so much warmer than Emma's leather gloves, and it was just the thing to stroke her fire and pour gasoline on the smoldering ashes that her last orgasm had made of her. She came roaring back to life, an inferno, and had an orgasm that she wouldn't be able to tell ended, because Emma kept fucking her and Janet kept kissing her and Betsy kept suckling her and Jen, was it Jen?, kept stroking her with those delicious fingers, so she just kept coming and coming and coming, until Emma let the memory end and Sue was back on that rooftop, in the middle of New York, broad daylight, hanging off Emma like she was on the cover of a romance novel and, oh yes, still coming her brains out. To her annoyance, when Sue's eyes fluttered open, she saw the captive Mole Man had awakened. He was staring at them with a great bulge in his trousers. Emma noticed too, and shut him back off with a wave of her hand. "Don't worry, I'll erase his memories. Most of them. Let him think he's had one hell of a wet dream, the poor bugger doesn't get a smidgen of action as it is." "I want it!" Sue fairly shouted, feeling her hard nipples raking painfully against the confines of her bra. "I want to be your guest, I want to be your whore, I wanna be fucked and come and fuck people and—" Emma laughed, petting Sue's hair. "Easy now! You do run hot and cold. There'll be time enough for that tonight, when you've tucked your kiddies away and come back to my domain. Since you've been so good about accepting my tutelage, I'll arrange a special treat for you. Oh, Susan. I think you could become my favorite student." Sue giggled madly. She felt higher than she'd been on the cocaine. Wild. Tipping over into frenzy. "Want me to bring you an apple, teach?" Emma kissed her cheek. "That would be exquisite. Tonight, my darling. Wait for tonight. For now, I think it's best you attend to certain wardrobe malfunctions." Sue looked down. The crotch of her suit had gone from periwinkle blue to damn near indigo with all the come she'd soaked it with. Grinning, Sue turned herself invisible. That was an easy fix. "See you tonight," Emma said, and gave Sue's transparent cheek an unerring kiss before departing.

_(The first chapter in this story is more of an introduction with limited sexual content. If you only want to read the hardcore sex scenes skip to chapter 2.)_ 'Introduction' My little Jenny had gotten offers for scholarships to every Ivy League school in the country, but she insisted on going to UNLV. My wife, Patty, and I were not very fond of Jenny living at a school on the other side of the country that was located right next to the biggest and dirtiest party town in the US. In fact, she seemed rather honest on why she liked that school so much. She claimed that an Ivy Leaguer would put a lot of pressure on her and the relaxed atmosphere surrounding UNLV would be a welcome change. She also stated that she could easily graduate UNLV at the top of her class rather that struggle to be mid pack at an Ivy Leaguer. Patty and I couldn't disagree more. You see Jenny was the valedictorian of her high school class and the MVP of her championship winning volleyball team three years in a row. That's not to mention being captain of the winter track team her junior and senior years where she won two bronze and one silver medal at the state championship level her senior year. She was also involved with a variety clubs and organizations like Habitat for Humanity and Photo Club. To top it all off, she did it all on her own will to succeed, Patty and I never pushed her. Therefore, you may see why we were surprised and disappointed with her choice. Although Jenny was old enough and mature enough to make her own decisions concerning the college she wanted to attend, therefore Patty and I couldn't force her in to something she didn't want. We spoke on the phone with our daughter regularly, but hearing her voice wasn't enough for Patty and me. We needed a vacation and we missed our daughter, so we planed a family vacation to Las Vegas for Jenny's 19th birthday. We decided not to tell Jenny our plans to visit her because we wanted it to be a surprise. We invited Patty's two sisters, Kelly and Laura, and their husbands, Jack and Alex. My 22-year-old son Johnny also came along with Jenny's older cousins, Jack Jr., Maria, and Nicole. There were other younger cousins and siblings but we didn't let them come because they wouldn't have much to do in the adult playground that Las Vegas is. When we got to Las Vegas, we didn't contact Jenny right away. Many things to do required an age of at least 21. For example drinking and gambling. We wanted to do some of that stuff before Jenny's surprise birthday party. The women desperately wanted to go to 'Chip & Dales' and us guys were to go to the strip club of our own choice. However, we secretly decided instead to go our own separate way and get some hookers. It wasn't hard. There were advertisement fliers for call girls, titled 'After Dark', all along the Vegas strip. Each of us took a flier and went back to our separate rooms knowing that our wives wouldn't be back until dawn. **Chapter 1: 'Jenny's New Job'** When I got to my room I flipped open my flier each page had pictures of gorgeous women posing provocatively nude with little stars over their nipples, pussy and asshole. I quickly wondered if some ugly crack head would show up at my door instead of the super hot porn-star look-alike pictured. Then I turned onto a page that quickly grabbed my attention. It was a black and white photo of my daughter. It is difficult to describe the way I felt. Anger, confusion, fear, jealousy and disbelief were just some of the emotions. I also knew that my in-laws had a copy of the same flier. I prayed to god that they would not recognize her. I couldn't stop staring at the picture as I paced my room. The more I stared, the more I wondered what sort of things she had done. The more I visualized those things the more aroused I became. Before long, I was fantasizing about fucking my own daughter. In the photo, Jenny's svelte 5'8" hour glass frame was standing full frontal nude with those little stars on her nipples and pussy. She had her long wavy light blond hair draped over her shoulders. Her left foot was up on a chair with sexy 6" heels. A spiked dog collar around her neck with a leash attached to it. She was holding the leash taut with her left hand. Her B-cup tits were perky and her long lean legs appetizing. The ad associated with her photo read: 'Kitten' 'Submissive kinky college freshman looking for extra money! $400 an hour! No Agency!' My adrenaline began pumping even harder as I contemplated calling her number. My breath became heavy and staggered. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, as I lightly stroked my cock and I stared at my daughter's naked photo. I pictured myself on top of my lithe Jenny holding her ankles back next to her head and pounding the shit out of her pussy. In my little fantasy Jenny was screaming out, 'Yes daddy! Cum in my pussy! Please make me pregnant daddy!' I envisioned the pretty blue eyed face of my toned athletic daughter as I began to stroke my cock with more purpose. I wanted to impregnate every woman I fantasized about and now it was my own daughter. In my mind I fucked her hard while she screamed and moaned for my impregnating release. I felt my balls brewing a large explosion as I thought of Jenny enjoying her own orgasm. As I was about to cum, I pictured Jenny on all fours with her shoulders low against the bed and her ass high to meet my hips, so that gravity would help keep my cum close to her womb. I shot straight up about two feet, thinking of how deep into Jenny that would go. My cum showered back down onto my lap, bed, the floor and a few drops even landed on the 'After Dark' flier coincidentally soaking the hips and waist portion of Jenny's photo. I looked at the clock; it was still early only 7pm. I grabbed the phone with a swift gutsy motion. Then I hesitated as I was about to dial the number. 'Would she really fuck her own father?' I thought to myself. Then I realized that I should play it off as an angry father sort of thing, which was true to some degree. It depended on how she would react when she found out who I was before I would mention my true intentions. Finally, I dialed the number and at the last second, I tried to disguise my voice. "Hello," she answered. "Yeah hi um... Is this ahh Kitten?" It was definitely her and she put on the most seductive sultry voice I had ever heard from her, "Mmm Yess, did you want to play with me?" "Yes I'd love to play with you!" Suddenly the voice was less seductive as she cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry but you sound exactly like my father." I paused a moment realizing that the voice disguise was unsuccessful. Despite that, I maintained the subtly different voice and asked, "Really, I suppose that's a good thing considering that I was hoping you could do a little Father/Daughter Role play with me?" Her voice suddenly became cuter and younger sounding as she said, "Mmm sounds kinky daddy! I'll just need to know where you are and if you don't mind I'd like to go over a few simple rules." I knew then that Jenny thought I was just some guy who sounded like her father so I kept going along with it, "Sure Kitten, I'm staying at the Mirage room # 8112." "Ok daddy, here are my rules. First, I charge an up-front fee of $400 for the first hour and anything extra I'll take at the end. Second, I work alone meaning no other women or I leave. Third, I don't mind a little pain, but you cannot make me bleed and/or leave bruises. Finally, you must wear a condom at all times, UNLESS, you have recent valid doctors proof that you are 100% disease free. Understand?" "Yes, absolutely!" "Great. Is there anything in particular that you'd like me to wear or maybe I might have a toy that you'd like me to bring?" "Not really, just be yourself." "Sure daddy. Oh and one other thing, I'll need you to meet me in the lobby for my own safety and because security might not let me up to your room with out a room key. So how will I recognize you?" "Ahh well um, I'm wearing beige khaki shorts and a white button down shirt. Although if you look anything like your picture I'm sure I'll recognize you first." "Good enough then, I'll be there in exactly one hour." "Ok buh bye, Kitten." "Bye Daddy." As I hung up the phone, I realized that mentioning the father/daughter role- play was a very bad idea. Jenny would know my exact intentions as soon as she saw me standing in the lobby. I rationalized knowing that she would be just as embarrassed about her so-called occupation. I got myself cleaned up and then made my way down to the Lobby about ten minutes early. As I waited, I became very anxious and nervous. I was just about to chicken out and go back to my room when Jenny came walking through the front doors of the casino. She was stunning. She wore a silky form fitting white gown that showed off her athletic 32B-22-32 curves in a very classy and tasteful manner. She had matching 4" high heels, a pink diamond choker necklace, a diamond anklet, and a diamond ensconced Movado watch. Jenny had her long blond hair pulled half into a bun at the top back portion and half draped down the middle of her back like a movie star. The pale pink lipstick and eye shadow that Jenny wore matched her necklace. She looked nothing like what you would expect a hooker or prostitute to look like. In fact, she looked like a high roller guest at the hotel as she dragged a piece of pale pink luggage behind her. One of the workers attempted to help her with her bag. She said very politely, "No thank you, I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend here in the lobby." Then she scanned the room and as we made eye contact, she nearly tripped over her own feet. Her face turned bright red. I kept a welcoming smile on my face as she realized that I was the man with the beige khaki shorts and white button down shirt. Her mouth gaped open and she turned to look at the doors, obviously contemplating a getaway. However, it was too late since she knew that I knew about her lifestyle. She was obviously very embarrassed. I quickly walked over to her and lovingly placed my hand on her back. I said in a staggered nervous tone, "It's alright Jenny. There's no need to be embarrassed. I'm not here to judge you and I'm not angry." She responded with soft yet surprised tone, "You're not angry?" Then I could tell by the change of the expression on her face that she had a good idea of what I really wanted. She said, "Wow dad, this is really weird now!" "Come on Jenny, lets go up to the room and we can get every thing out in the open." She nodded in agreement and said, "I suppose, considering I'm not the only one with explaining to do." I grabbed her luggage and we made the long and awkward walk up to the room. Jenny towered over me. At 5'6", I was already two inches shorter than my daughter was, and with the extra 4" from her shoes, I suddenly felt slightly diminutive walking next to her. Men were staring at her from all over the casino as we walked through it, not because she looked like a slutty whore but because she looked like a very attractive high-class young woman. I was proud that she was so attractive. As I slid my room key into the door Jenny asked barely above a whisper, "Is mom in there?" I responded sharply, "No Jenny. Mom is out with her sisters paying a bunch of nude men to rub themselves on her." "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't realize." There was an awkward silence as we walked into the room. The 'After Dark' flier was still on the bed open to the page with Jenny's ad partially crusted with dried cum. Jenny picked it up, closing it in the process, and sat down in its place. I sat in a chair directly across from her. The silence grew even more awkward as we just sat there unable to look at each other. I was just about to speak when Jenny stood up and said, "I have to pee." She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear her urine forcefully making contact with the toilet water through the walls of the bathroom. Listening to it actually seemed to calm me down and allow me to collect my thoughts. I heard the toilet flush and then the water running as she washed her hands. When she emerged from the bathroom, we both tried to talk at the same time. I allowed Jenny to begin the conversation. She seemed strangely calm as she said, "So I'm guessing you saw me in that catalog and thought I'd just fuck you like its nothing." I shamefully laid everything on the line with complete honesty, "It's not like that honey, you see at first I was upset, very upset. I was angry, afraid for your safety, and jealous. Though I must admit, it was also arousing all at the same time. Then when I saw you walk into the casino with designer clothes and expensive jewelry, I knew you must be doing well for yourself and I was no longer angry." Her voice more stern this time, "But you're still hoping to fuck me aren't you?" I nodded shamefully and Jenny continued, "Gee's dad, I've met some real perverts doing this job but I think that takes the cake. I'm just not sure I can go through with it. I feel like it has already changed things between us." With mild excitement I asked, "Do you mean to say that you are actually thinking about it." "I don't know dad this is really weird." Then after a moment of silence, she changed the subject, "I'm assuming you and mom came for my birthday?" "Yeah, but it was supposed to be a surprise." "Oh it's a surprise alright" There was a long pause as Jenny got up and walked over to the window. While she was staring out at the city I asked, "So do you like being a call girl?" She was surprisingly honest and open about the subject, "For the most part. It's exciting; the danger element gives me a rush every time I meet a new guy. In addition, the money and tips are just incredible. Although, it can be gross at times, and there are men who like to be very rough." I asked, "What's the grossest thing you've ever done?" "Well up until I was asked to fuck my own father, one of my regulars likes to piss in my mouth and watch me swallow it." I asked with disgust, "Gross, what about diseases?" "He always brings updated proof that he's clean, besides, he gives me a two grand tip on top of the hourly rate." Jenny paused for a few seconds then went on, "There are some really nice guys too. I have another regular, an older gentleman in his early 70's, who pays me to go out with him every Tuesday night. He never does more than put his arm around my waist or holds my hand. One of his favorite things to do is take me shopping. That's how I got all this jewelry." "Wow these guys must be loaded." "Yeah most of them are, but there are always those who try to cut a deal with me." "Have you ever cut any deals?" "Come on now dad, you should know better than that, I'm a business major. Besides, in this business the second you give them an inch they take a mile." My fatherly sense told me she was lying, "So you mean to tell me that you have never changed your price or your rules for anyone?" She looked over at me with a bit of shame and said, "Well I did a couple of stupid things." I kept asking questions out of curiosity, yet at the time, I didn't quite realize that this conversation was a great bonding experience for us. We were opening up to each other like never before, which in turn was helping her open up to my ultimate goal. "Like what?" Jenny was reluctant to continue, but she did after we sat next to each other on the bed, "It was the third time I did this, before I came up with most of my rules. A very wealthy married man took me up to his executive suite in the Bellagio. The man was very polite and seemed very genuine. Then when we got to business, he didn't want to use a condom. Now at the time he seemed very trustworthy and most likely disease free, you know being married, polite and wealthy. However, I adamantly insisted he use a condom mainly because I wasn't on birth control at the time. Then he gave me ten grand in cash and promised that he would pull out. Stupidly I let him do it, he never did pull out and he was unapologetic about it. His excuse was that I could easily get an abortion. Meanwhile I hate abortion. I was so ashamed with myself, but that's not the end. He insisted that I stay the night with him claiming, 'the damage was already done', and stupidly I did. He did it two more times relishing in the fact that he could make me pregnant and not have anything to do with it. In the end, I had to go through with the abortion that I hated so much. Some good came from that experience though; like $15,000 in cash, it toughened me up for some of the rougher and meaner types of clientele, I came up with the doctor's proof requirement for sex with out a condom, and I also got myself birth control along with biweekly checkups." Jenny reached into her pink luggage and pulled out a pink folder. In it, she showed me five months worth of biweekly STD and pregnancy checks, all of which were clear. Unfortunately the birth control halted any fantasy coming true of impregnating my own daughter, at least for now. I was jealous of that wealthy man, although hearing about that experience aroused me. Then she said, "See I require the same type of documentation from customers who don't want condoms and it must be no older than three weeks from the date they were tested, considering it takes about two weeks to be fully cleared. That gives the client one week to contact me after they receive the results of the test." As I was looking through the folder I asked with concern, "You mentioned rougher and meaner types of clients, how rough and mean do they get?" "Do you really want to hear about that?" She questioned. I became slightly nervous and feared for her safety yet again, "YES!" Jenny rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, "Remember when I said that the danger element excites me?" I nodded tentatively. She continued hesitantly, "Well... being with a guy whose rough... and spitting out mean comments... I suppose the unpredictability of those types gets me excited." She paused and we were both quiet for a moment before she shamefully looked me in the eye and admitted barely above a whisper, "It gets me off dad." "Really!" I said, "Enlighten me." She smiled at me sinfully. Then as she kicked off her shoes and pulled her feet up on to my lap, with her diamond anklet shimmering she said, "Rub my feet and I'll tell you anything you want."

Belinda had lived with Darren for about a year. They were only flat mates, but she loved to masturbate in her room late at night because she knew he would listen in. The sexual tension between them was so strong. Belinda knew that Darren had seen her when she was doing nude cooking late at night. he had never mentioned it, but when she could feel his piercing eyes on her it made her pussy saturated. She never actually slept with Darren until 3 months after they had gone their separate ways into new houses. It was a quick and easy fuck, which at the time Belinda needed. She couldn't help but be horny 24 hours a day. They were good mates and so after that instance just went back to a plutonic relationship. One day Belinda went over to his new house and met his cousin Alan who was just up from Melbourne after being transferred through his work. Straight away Belinda could feel Alan was attracted to her and it made her horny to think that Darren was slightly jealous. The three hung out together from going to the movies, to going to clubs to drinking at home together. One night someone come up with the idea that they should have a threesome. It was all a joke, but over the next couple of weeks it kept getting mentioned more and more. Belinda was an adventurous person and it exited her to try something new. On the day in question they hung out all morning. At lunch time they went to get something to eat and later on came home to watch a movie. They all got mattresses out from the room so as to lay on the floor and be more comfortable. Darren suggested to put a porno on and so the fun began. Alan volunteered to give Belinda a massage and she accepted. Every now and again she would feel Alan's hand move further down her legs to the opening of her pussy. His strokes becoming more firm and lingering at her opening. Eventually he leaned down and kissed her on her back. Belinda started to feel another set of hands over her body. She started to buzz with ecstasy as she realised she had two males giving her all the attention. Alan flipped her over and started to eat out her pussy. Darren moved up her body and was licking and sucking her nipples. She was moaning and groaning and trying to control herself as much as she could. She buried Alan's face into her cunt even further by pushing his head into it. Darren was kissing Belinda on the mouth and eventually unzipped his pants. He produced his cock and put it into her mouth, every now and again removing it and dangling it in front of her. Belinda was in heaven right at that moment. She had a tongue up her pussy and a cock in her hand. Hands were going every where and the attention was truly and honestly only on her. Alan came up from down under and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She started to suck all her pussy juice from his tongue. She tasted so sweet. Darren went down to her pussy and started to finger her. Slowly and gently at first and then hard and fast. Belinda lost her breath for a second. She couldn't understand as to how this situation had even come about, but she was pleased. Darren grabbed out a condom and placed it on his cock. He slowly eased himself into her every now and again thrusting hard. Belinda laid back and let Alan kiss her whole body while she got fucked by Darren. All of a sudden she felt him surge forward and with the look on his face sent her Cumming all over his cock. Alan was all the time moaning as well at seeing the pleasure she was having. Alan then got his condom out and Belinda helped to put it on. Darren moved slightly up her side while Alan flipped Belinda over and fucked her doggy. She was leaning back on his cock and letting him dig deep into her pussy with his cock. All of a sudden she felt Darren's fingers rubbing her clit and it sent her Cumming again. This time she could feel it dripping down her thighs. Alan began to cum also and he leant over her as he let it all out into the condom. All three of them continued kissing and playing the night out. They were exhausted by morning, but that didn't stop Belinda playing. This time though only her and Alan played alone. She had found which cousin was the best fuck and was going to stick with the top class shag.

It is about 8 PM. It has gotten very dark outside, but the air is still slightly warm. I walk out onto the front porch in my green running shorts and a white tank top, do a few stretches, and then jog down the driveway. I am listening to my Ipod so I cannot hear anything except the music and the thump of my feet on the pavement. I think back to the fight we just had. I did not really mean to say that you were boring in bed; I only tried to say it would be nice to change things up and to add a little spice. I am really getting into my run, burning off my anger, when a tall figure steps out of the darkness to grab me by the waist and throw me to the ground. My knees hit the ground first as the breath is knocked out of me. I am too shocked to struggle and it is too dark to see who has caught me. My abductor roughly ties me up and puts on a blindfold; he then kisses me passionately on the lips. Despite the fact that my head is telling me to fight I feel my resolve lessening. I start to melt into the kiss when suddenly I feel myself being yanked up and thrown into the cab of a truck. I sense my captor as he climbs in and the truck starts to speed off. I roll around a little with the movement of the truck, trying to get my hands untied or the blindfold off. As I do, my shirt gets twisted. It starts to ride up and one of my breasts pops out of the bottom. I feel a strong rough hand reach down and rub my exposed breast, gently tugging my nipple. Finally the truck stops and I hear the door open. I can tell my captor got out of the truck, and after what seems like forever the door on my side of the truck opens. I feel huge hands around me, hoisting me up. My securely tied arms around are placed around a very masculine neck. I can feel the hot breath on my neck and cleavage as well as the huge bulge in my abductor's pants grinding against my hip. I am carried in to a dark room, and then laid gently on a bed. I feel the same strong hands take my small tied up hands and attach them tightly to the headboard. The room is so quiet I hear footsteps moving away from the bed and then the lock on the door being turned. I can sense the person moving around the room and I begin to smell burning matches. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears. After a few minutes I feel someone sit down beside me on the bed. Cold hands reach up and take off my blind fold. For the first time since I was grabbed me off the side of the road I realize it is you. I start to tell you how much you frightened me, and how relieved I am that it was you who snatched me off in the darkness, but did you really have to be so rough? You press your hand against my lips to stop me mid sentence and then you quickly stuff the blind fold in my mouth to keep me quiet. With wide eyes I watch you walk down to the end of the bed and take off my running shoes and socks one at a time; kissing and rubbing my feet and legs all the way up to the waist band of my running shorts. You slowly pull my shorts down over my hips and thighs, past my calves and off; your fingers and the fabric teasing my skin every inch of the way down. You push my shirt up over my head. Since my arms are tied up you use your pocket knife to cut the straps on the shirt and sports bra. I try to protest but with the blind fold in my mouth I only succeed in gagging myself a little. As soon as the cold air hits my nipples they harden. It causes a tingling sensation to run down my spine, settling in my lower stomach. I watch you in the candle light. You throw my clothes onto the floor and start undressing yourself. First to go is your t-shirt and then your pants and socks join my clothes. Finally your boxers are removed and tossed into the pile on the floor. You climb back up on to the bed beside me and start rubbing my hips and thighs and stomach. You run your fingers lightly on my bare skin, intentionally avoiding my damp pussy. I wiggle around on the bed, trying to get as much contact with your body as possible. You lean in to kiss my erect nipples. I feel your tongue and teeth lightly pressing on them. The pain is almost too much but it still feels absolutely wonderful. With your free hand you start massaging the breast that was not getting any attention from your mouth. You press the nipple between your finger and your thumb. I arch my back and moan your name into the gag. Then your free hand slides down my flat stomach past my pierced belly button and lower to my freshly waxed pussy. You start rubbing your hand up and down along the moist slit. I slide my feet up closer to my ass so that my knees are bent, slightly raising my hips off the bed opening myself fully to you. You continue rubbing my pussy lips occasionally dipping a finger inside my hot pussy and teasing me by slowly pulling it back out. Your thumb presses down onto my clit, moving in a circular motion. I close my eyes and focus on the waves pleasure that your hand and mouth are creating. I start to mumble my protest when your take your mouth away from my taut nipple. You look at me and grin, then slide down the bed kissing and sucking every inch of my body. When you reach my hips I can feel your warm breath between my thighs. My legs tremble with anticipation. You start kissing me, licking and sucking on my clit. You continue teasing my pussy with your fingers. I moan and buck my hips. I twist around and try to free my arms of their bindings, but my hands are tied too tightly. You continue to apply pressure to my clit with your mouth, licking deeply. It feels so good. My muscles start to tremble. I can feel my orgasm building. My muscles start to contract against your mouth. You can taste my love juices. You get up on your knees and walk towards the head of the bed. You slide a pillow under my head. You look down and smile as you pull the blind fold out of my mouth. You lean in and kiss me deeply on the mouth, your tongue exploring its depths. I can taste myself on your lips. You pull back from my mouth and then move your hips closer to my pillow. I open my mouth as you push your cock between my trembling lips. You slide your cock in and out of my mouth slowly at first then picking up speed, fucking my mouth; cramming it as deep as you can. I gag a little and continue to swallow and take more of you into my mouth. Back and forth you pull almost completely out of my mouth then slide it all the way back in. I am moaning and writhing on the bed unable to move much with my arms still tied. I can taste some of the precum dribbling down my throat. You pull out of my mouth spilling some juice on my breast. You take your finger and wipe up the little mess then slide that finger into my mouth. I suck on your finger like I had been sucking on your cock. You smile at my eagerness to clean up. I twist my hips around as you climb between my legs. You raise my legs over your shoulders. I feel your cock so close to my hot pussy. You slide it up to the slit with the intention of rubbing it against me, teasing me mercilessly but I am so hot and wet and I keep wiggling around so you slide in easily. You glide in, pumping hard and fast into my wet pussy. You push so deep I can feel your balls slapping against my ass. I moan and yell louder as I get close to my second orgasm. You groan a little as you continue to fuck me harder. And then I feel it. You start to cum. I feel the hot liquid squirting up into me. After you finish you sink down onto the bed resting beside me. You untie my arms and we cuddle for a little while. I lay with my head on your chest running my fingers on your stomach, while you lightly run your fingers over my back and down to playfully grab my ass. I kiss you and slowly get up. I walk into the bathroom to turn on the hot shower. As the room begins to steam up I step into the shower and begin washing away the sore muscles in my back and arms from being tied up for so long. As I start lathering up my body I notice you have been watching me the whole time through the sheer shower curtain. I pull back the curtain a little and reach out to get your hand, pulling you into the steamy shower. You step between me and the falling water and begin to help me lather up my body, and then I return the favor. We take turns washing each other off. You wrap your arms around my body kissing my neck and shoulders, then push me against the cold shower wall and continue kissing me and rubbing my sides from my hip to my shoulders and back down. The combination of the hot water and the cold tiles as cause my nipples to harden again. You look down and smile when you see me. You continue kissing my neck and breasts. I push you back a little as I turn us around in the small shower. I get down on my knees in the hot falling water. You take your left leg and prop it up on the side of the tub and use your right hand to hold onto the shower curtain. You close your eyes as I start to suck you off. I lick up and down the shaft, wrapping my lips around the head. I use my left hand to start rubbing your balls and my right hand to massage your thigh. I hear you moaning and mumbling my name, I feel you running your hand through my wet hair pulling my head closer. I slide your cock in and out of my mouth. I lick your shaft and balls alternating then return my attention to taking as much of you in my mouth as I can. I push you in as deeply as possible...swallowing several times to allow more room to take in more of you. I cram as much of your cock as possible into the back of my throat. I can feel you starting to cum. As you are shooting down my throat again I continue to swallow everything that I can. When you finish I pull back and look up at you for approval. You help me stand up and you begin to kiss me again as the hot water starts to turn cold. We turn off the water and step out. We use an impossibly small hotel towel to dry each other off and start to get dressed, when I realize you ruined my shirt. You laugh and toss me an extra shirt that you had thoughtfully brought. We blow out the candles and leave the hotel room hand in hand. You drive me the few blocks back to my house. As I walk up the steps toward my door you ask "Same time tomorrow?"

The smell of a dead mouse and a dead rat is the same. The rat is bigger so the smell lingers longer as the body mortifies. The smell of dead critter was in the boat shop. Most people when entering the shop would comment on the woody smell. The reason is we heat with wood, plus the added attraction we have wood products everywhere. An industrial orange Woodmizer lumber mill rests in the side lot waiting to produce more woody products. Our customers were not commenting on the good smell of dead mouse. I started a dead critter sniff search. The smell seemed to permeate from around the stacked canoes and kayaks, next to the area I had wedged in a two inch thick 18 inch wide red oak board I called a desk. Maybe one of those four legged nocturnal critters had climbed in a kayak and couldn't get out. Death would have been caused by the repetitious boredom of listening to me trying to sell a new boat to a customer with no money. My jaded olfactory sensory system could not determine where the epicenter of the foul smell was coming from. I decided to seek help. I asked the associate salesmen that took his naps and day dreams about red heads with big knockers. "Hey, Rick the Dick. Do you smell anything evil around here?" "No, the place smells great to me. It sure is rough on my diet. Makes me hungry. Now that you mention it, sort of smells like my ex-wife, the red head with huge knockers." Rick the Dick has a lot to say-if you are willing to listen or stupid enough to engage him in conversation. I was searching for a Rat. I continued my search as Rick the Dick started up with his mundane droning of adventures. When I couldn't take anymore I fired up the DVD player. It is loaded to counterbalance Rick the Dick rambling verbiage. The selection process required hitting the play button. "Full Metal Jacket" resumed play. What luck, the part where the Marine DI had Private Pyle choke himself was coming up. Private Pyle earned his name by being the main screw up in the platoon. Rick the Dick and Private Pyle have the same stupid smile. "Fucking up everything they touch makes them happy." If the gentle reader has not heard words like this before, it's not my fault. You have not been around people like Rick the Dick or Private Pyle. I will attempt to explain why there are people like Ricky the Dickey. Ricky is lazy and average. But he doesn't think that he is average. He thinks that he is lazy and smart. His master plan is to; fuck up everything that he touches. So if you ask him to do anything that requires him moving from chair "number three" (He broke the first two) he will immediately "fuck it up." You will not ask Ricky the Slicky to work again. I shall present the gentle reader with one sample day in the life of Rick the Dick. Rick the Dick had to carry in some car fenders. For reasons no one will ever understand he decided to place them in the maintenance area. This requires that you open the garage door. Rick the Dick is not allowed to open the garage door, because he can't figure it out. It's a simple on/off switch. Push it and if the door is closed it opens. If the door is open it closes. When I saw Rick the Dickhead open the door. I knew a major "Fuck up" was being generated. I placed myself under the door and made every effort possible to keep Ricky-boy from killing my door. "Ricky, do not move. Do not do anything unless I tell you." I went over and opened the door where the switch was so that I could watch Ricky dick up the door. Ricky had on his best "shit" grin. The door cost $150 to repair. Prior to breaking the door, Rick the Rat was told to arrange the cars in the lot so that they were not all blocking each other. Our chief mechanic had been working on a Dodge Dakota that needed a radiator, fender and bumper. (Ricky Dickey had just carried them to the wrong place and broke the door.) The chief mechanic happened to see Ricky dicking up the arrangement in the lot. Since he was taking two cars to the auction he advised Slicky /Ricky to not block them in. He also told him. "Do not touch the Dodge Dakota- the radiator is out." Our chief mechanic is new to the job he did not know, that Rick the chief Dick was wearing his "Fuck you face." Ricky kept smiling as he fired up the dodge. He kept smiling as all of the radiator coolent fluid pumped out of the engine block. His shit grin faced the squirt gun effect as the transmission fluid curved out his path of destruction. He completed his multiple orgasms by parking at the top of the road around the building. Result: We pulled the truck out of the way with the tractor. Dodge products require special fluid, $54 worth. The transmission dipstick registers full but the little metal chips are a sad distraction. I never found the dead mouse. I gave up. I bought the largest size bottle of pine oil I could find. In the Boy Scouts we used pine oil to clean outdoor latrines. I started spraying pine oil on everything that wasn't moving. This included the apples of Rick the Snitch. Rick the Lick had decided to go on a diet. His family weekend outing was to drive to the local grain elevator and weight themselves on the grain scales. Sticky/Ricky was close to 500 pounds of human tissue. Rick the Dick wanted to become Rick the Stick. He went on the apple diet. "Eat eight apples a day. "Watch the fat melt away." I was spraying everything in sight. We brought in a large ionizer, to suck in and purify the air. The dead mouse smell lingered in the boathouse. "Must be a rat, to smell this bad this long." "Dale, do you have any idea what smells so bad up here?" Dale resides in the lower level of the build. The boat shop is on the second floor. Dale walked around sniffing, he didn't say too much. Later he stated that, "It's probably Ricky/Ratface." The grin of the rat was revealed. Ricky because of his diet was radiating ketones which give the human body bad breathe and body odor. His body was being emaciated as it devoured itself in self defense against starvation, plus the added attraction he was shitting in his pants with great regularity. My pine oil apple spraying began to work. I noticed that stinky/Ricky didn't seem to smell like a dead rat. He was developing a dead wood rat smell. It seemed like a cross between an apple orchard and a pine forest.

I. What Matters to Me and Why: Logos and Eros What matters to me most is what makes us human and what is at the core of the humanities: our capacity for language and our capacity for love, or what the Greeks called logos and eros. The realm of the word and the realm of the erotic: Both are creations of the mind and the imagination. For me the real world is not just the world of GNP and GPA, or whatever we read about in the Wall Street Journal, but the world of the imagination and the bonds of union we create with our words and our hearts. Our need for communion by the word-for verbal intercourse, for the sharing of stories, for the give and take of talking and listening-is as vital to us, if not more so, than our libidinal need for sexual intercourse. It's the power of logos and eros that fascinates. "The perfect writer," Walt Whitman claims, "can make words sing, dance, do the male and female act, bear, weep, bleed, rage, steal, fire cannon, steer ships, sack cities, charge with cavalry or infantry, or do any thing that man or woman or the natural powers can do." Words can make war; words can make love. Words can divide us; words can create more perfect unions. I love to celebrate this capacity of words to bond us together, to link us together, to do the male and female act, to create communion. Here are some reflections of mine about the reciprocity of logos and eros. II. On Eros I love the sex that combines the erotic and the romantic, the playful and the passionate: the sex that makes us so thankful that we are not just creatures of biology, driven by scent to reproduce, or just creatures of lust, driven by impulse to fuck fast with no feeling, but creatures of play and curiosity, inspired by the erotic. Henry James writes beautifully about language in an essay entitled "The Question of Our Speech" (1906). Here's an excerpt: "All life therefore comes back to the question of our speech, the medium through which we communicate with each other. These relations are made possible, are registered, are verily constituted, by our speech, and are successful...in proportion as our speech is worthy of its great human and social function; is developed, delicate, flexible, rich-an adequate accomplished fact. The more it suggests and expresses the more we live by it- the more it promotes and enhances life. Its quality, its authenticity, its security, are hence supremely important for the general multifold opportunity, for the dignity and integrity, of our existence." For me, so much of life comes back to questions of our speech and its relationship to eros. Can we extend, explore, and advance the language of eros, making it more beautiful, more nuanced, more expressive? III. Reflections on the Reciprocity of Logos and Eros, or Metaphors We Fuck By Desire-even primal sexual desire-can be shaped by words; this is what distinguishes us from the animals; this is what makes possible the erotic. Animals are driven by a scent; their coupling is chemical. Fortunately, humans are not so constrained: our fantasies can inflame desire; our words can seduce. We live by language and we are governed by metaphors, say linguists and literary theorists. So then what are the metaphors that we should fuck by? For me, erotic sex can be like a great jazz combo improvising together, performing a music that transcends the limits of a solo or duet: it can be a man and a woman playing together, taking turns, combining, making music that lasts far beyond midnight as we strum every string of the bass, as we riff up and down our bodies with our tongues, as we finger every key of our bodies as if it were a saxophone, making us wail and bleat in the orgasmic crescendos of a Charlie Parker hitting over and over again the highest and most soulful notes on his sax. [See below, sections VII and VIII, for literary and film metaphors for sex and orgasms] IV. Love Me Three Times: The Before, During and After of Logos and Eros, Word and Act Researchers studying relationships and marriages say that one of the most significant keys to whether couples have a satisfying sex life together is the degree to which they feel open and free to talk about it honestly. One advantage of a long-distance relationship is that a couple will probably spend more time sharing about sex in a reflective way. Words lubricate and moisten the mind and imagination. We all know how visualization and verbalization of sex before lovemaking can act as the most potent foreplay, enhancing our longing and anticipation of it. Here I want to stress the significance of sharing words about sex not just in foreplay but afterplay: Yes, take me with words before, and talk to me during, but also love me three times by writing about it in retrospect A writer, they say, always lives an experience twice: the first time in action and the second time through words. As something of a historian, I love considering the significance of talking about the past and trying to learn from it. This concern was heightened for me in my desire to reflect on the end of a long marriage, which is also when I first began making contributions to Literotica. In my first marriage, we seldom talked sex before, during or afterwards. Sadly, we just did it. In the relationships that followed, I made up for my stupidity and shyness. I talked about sex a lot: before, during, and afterwards (aided and abetted by the internet). It was sex that thrived on new relationship energy, but it also thrived on us writing about sex as foreplay and afterplay. It was like being taken two or three times: the sharing of words as preface and afterword. So love me three times: Imagine it before as a poet or novelist, talk to me during it, and write to me afterwards as a historian V. The Philology of the Orgasm: How to Come in Different Languages Curiosity has me biting into the apple to see what we can learn about orgasms- and about differences of culture-by considering the word or phrase used for it in the various languages of the world. Might such a philological investigation offer us some different angles of vision on this fascinating subject? In English we talk about "coming" to describe an orgasm and many prefer to give advanced notice: "I'm going to come." The most common Chinese term for female orgasm is gao-chao, literally 'high tide,' a poetic image that evokes the metaphorical association of orgasm with the ocean and waves. In Spanish, I'm told, the word "correr" (literally "to run") describes the orgasmic release. In Latin, it's the infinitive "festinare" (to hurry), which comes close to the Spanish verb "correr." The French colloquial description of the orgasm as "la petite mort" seems most disturbing in its suggestion that each orgasm takes a little bit of life out of people. The Russian language emphasizes the finality of coming: The infinitive "kahnchat," which means "to end," is the term used. (What effect would it have upon those not fluent in Russian if, in the midst of sex, the woman cried out, "I want to end"?) I welcome corrections and supplements to my philological investigations, my preliminary studies in the comparative linguistics of sex. I'm also curious about how different language translate or express the expression: "I'm so horny." I've been told that in Chinese, the expressions are: "I'm green" or "I'm ripe." VI. From the divine Anais Nin on "The Gong of Orgasm" "The entire mystery of pleasure in a woman's body lies in the intensity of the pulsation just before the orgasm. Sometimes it is slow, one-two-three, three palpitations which then project a fiery and icy liqueur through the body. If the palpitation is feeble, muted, the pleasure is like a gentler wave. The pocket seed of ecstasy bursts with more or less energy, when it is richest it touches every portion of the body, vibrating through every nerve and cell. If the palpitation is intense, the rhythm and beat of it is slower and the pleasure more lasting. Electric flesh-arrows, a second wave of pleasure falls over the first, a third which touches every nerve end, and now the third like an electric current traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm. There are times when a woman feels her body but lightly played on. Others when it reaches such a climax it seems it can never surpass. So many climaxes. Some caused by tenderness, some by desire, some by a word or an image seen during the day. There are times when the day itself demands a climax, days of which do not end in a climax, when the body is asleep or dreaming other dreams. There are days when the climax is not pleasure but pain, jealousy, terror, anxiety. And there are days when the climax takes place in creation, a white climax. Revolution is another climax. Sainthood another." I love the way Nin gives us climaxes of creation...her prose-poem creations such as the paragraph above. VII. Literary Metaphors for Orgasms Which is the best metaphor for orgasm? What other images might you use to describe your favorite orgasms? "Liquid light." "Coming out of a long dark tunnel into the noon sun." "A tuning fork in the sky struck by a double rainbow." "Popcorn popping inside you." "Honey flowing up into the combs all over inside you.' "1,000 butterflies fluttering." "The taste of a wild strawberry." "Jimi Hendrix at Monterey Pop, 67'" "Cognac on a cold night." "Champagne at a wedding." "Saxophone followed by flamenco guitar followed by lute music" "Bodysurfing the perfect wave." "The iridescent fire of the black opal." "Shakespeare's Midsummer Nights Dream" "The Song of Solomon" VIII. Film Metaphors for Orgasms: What is your favorite allegorical or indirect representation of an orgasm in a film? The beach scene in "From Here to Eternity" (waves washing over lovers) The spontaneous combustion of the 'interior' candles at the end of "Like Water for Chocolate" The blowing of the trumpet by Clark Gable in "It Happened One Night" The look on Scarlett O'Hara's face the morning after Rhett sweeps her upstairs The lighting up of Manhattan from a blackout at the end of "Shortbus" The bomber planes "copulating" at the beginning of "Dr. Strangelove" Lara's theme in "Dr. Zhivago" The deep octave voice of Dr. Love (Genevieve Bujold) in "Choose Me" after a memorable night. Meg Ryan faking it in "When Harry Met Sally" Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway smoking cigarettes in bed in "Chinatown" Cher's hairdo in "Moonstruck" after she begins her relationship with the Nicholas Cage character. IX. Confession: I have had a long love affair with language and storytelling and the potency of words. My thanks to any reader who has gotten this far.

I must admit, this is something I really haven't thought a lot about, but after reading a book review in a blog at the Bookslut website, I was quickly forced to think about how someone might achieve sluthood. The book reviewer was disappointed in Kerry Cohen's book: Loose Girl: A Memoir of Promiscuity because the subject of the book was, quite frankly, not slutty enough. Apparently sluttiness has its standards and to become notable enough as a slut to be in a book of this type, you need to be very slutty. Once I read the review I took some time to think about sluttiness and wondered what it would take for a woman to become a slut. Now of course there is good sluttiness and bad sluttiness, I mean if some guy comes home from work and sees his wife in a slutty outfit ready for action, that is good sluttiness whereas, if you are reading stories in the Loving Wives category at Lit and discover you are reading about your wife, well in most cases that is bad sluttiness. Now, while in high school (after my 18th birthday of course) and college, I listened to the talk as women and a few guys classified this woman or that a slut. When I asked why they called her that the basic answer was, "Well she'll fuck (suck, sleep with, mess around with) any guy who asks her out." While that sounded simple enough, I quickly learned this simply was untrue, because after asking every woman I heard classified a slut, if discovered they did not do that with every guy who asked them out. Hell, they wouldn't even go out with the guy who asked them, that guy being me.. Quickly learning that a slutty woman might be an unobtainable goal for me, I basically figured that the women most people considered sluts basically either dressed or acted odd enough that someone thought they most likely fucked (sucked, slept with, messed around with) any guy who asked them out. The term slut apparently was a very subjective thing, which makes it very difficult to tell anyone how to be a slut. Wearing crotchless panties during an intimate evening might be considered slutty by one person, while another person wouldn't think that was slutty unless they were worn to church, who can say? Fortunately, in the review at Bookslut, the reviewer provided a basic formula in determining if you are a slut or not. The formula is quite simple, you are a slut if: _"# of Total Men > Your Age x 1.5"_ , (1) The formula seems to make sense, as the reviewer says: _"Having slept with 40 men by the time you're in your late 30s does not make you a slut."_ (1) Think about it, a woman who has sex with two different men a year from the time she was eighteen until she was forty would have had sex with forty-four men, much less than 40 x 1.5 (60) so she would not be considered a slut. Of course if you consider a woman who loses her virginity at 12:01 am on her eighteenth birthday can still have sex with twenty five more men and still not be considered a slut if you follow the formula above. Perhaps we need to revise the formula a bit, how about: # of Total Men > (Your Age -- 18) x 1.5 That formula would allow a woman to have a man and a half on her eighteenth birthday and still avoid being considered a slut. The forty year old woman could have 33 different men and still not be a slut, something that I think a lot of people can live with. Of course, for the person who wants to be a slut, well hell, two or three men a year is all it takes. So there you have it, a simple formula that you can use if you want to become a bonafide slut. For those of you long time married women out there who need to get very busy in the next few months I am happy to say there are still a lot of men out there ready, willing and able to help you in your quest, and hey, you might come up with some wild material for some of those Loving Wives stories. Once you do finally achieve bonafide sluthood keep in mind that you need to keep up your slutty ways to maintain that slutty status. Just consider the 90 year old slut will have been with over a hundred men. Of course by that time it does get easy, I mean what red blooded man wouldn't want to have sex with a 90 year old slut. Hmmm, where is that Viagra? 1.) Crispin, Jessica Blog of a Bookslut

Janis and I were married just over four years when we moved into the apartment on Oak street. It was a one bedroom on the second floor. It was a three floor old building with three apartments per floor. Six months later we knew none of the people who lived in our building. Then a young man moved into one of the units upstairs. He actually spoke to both of us if we met going or coming. He had an unusual accent and was brown skinned, but very nice. We both liked him from the little contact we had. He usually had something to say if he met either one of us when we saw him. Jan learned his name was Henri when he had been here about three months. and he was from Yemen. And yes he was muslim, not Christian. Now I wasn't exactly sure of the difference. Over the next few months I knew Jan got to know him much better and mostly because of the difference in our work hours. I was not sure how much they hung out bet some. Henri was nice looking but not handsome, with an average body. Brown eyes and hair with a scruffy beard. Average height and weight. The one thing Henri and I did sometimes do at the same time was to go to the gym at the same time. We did meet in the shower several time and I can say one thing about Henri. He does have a huge cock. After the first time I did tell Jan how deformed Henri is. She looked at me funny and had to explain and once I had she broke out with a huge laugh. My wife is a very unusual person. She was a virgin on our wedding night. Which is unheard of now days. She is petite, barely 5' and no more than 115lbs. Her legs and hips are as nearly perfect as can be. Her breasts are 36c and match her hips nicely. Jan has red hair and blue eyes. And freckles all over. Janice is cute, pretty, and also beautiful. But she is also purely fun and loving. Slowly I learned Henri was muslim and had the woke idea of were women were in the order of things. A friend told me he had over heard him talking with others of his beliefs and women not of their beliefs were purely sexual objects. They not of the belief were no better than cattle and were to become sex slaves. My friend ask if Henri didn't live in our building. "I thought he did. He was talking about a girl in his building that he is friends with and he is slowly in the act of becoming her lover. He has not gotten there yet but he said he was very close." "Really, I don't know many people in our building. Is she on his floor?" "No I think he said one floor below him. He said she is small but with a great body." "Is he dating her?" "No I heard him say she is married but her husband works odd hours from her so he spends lots of time with her." "So she is spending lots of time in his apartment with him?" "No he said in her apartment and he plans to breed her in her bed." "So how close is he getting to breeding her?" "Must be very close. He says she sits with out her top most nights with her beautiful freckle splatted tits bare. He just hasn't gotten her panties off yet." My heart had picked up and my pulse quickened I suddenly knew he was talking about Jan. "How long has he gotten her top off?" "I think he said he'd been kissing her for a couple weeks and she'd let him feel them on the outside, but he got them out and maybe last night he got her topless and chewed on them. She loves that. He said he felt tonight was his night to fuck her the first time." My cock was suddenly hard very hard. I quickly looked at my watch. Jan was home from work and had been for a couple hours. I wondered if her breasts were bare for him now? I still had 3 hours to work. I decided to give him his chance if he could do it. "So we probably will never know?" "Oh, about ten minutes after we get off I will know. He is meeting me at Mel's for a beer. And he'll tell me. Want me to call you so you know?" "Would you I am dying to know if he nails her?" "Sure I will let you know." The clock seemed to creep. So I had lots of time to think about it. I still was very excited. My cock was very hard. Did I want Jan's tits out for him? I did! I hoped her breasts were bare for him. So did I hope he was fucking her? I wasn't sure? Finally ten came and I knew I would get the call very soon. I had put my stuff away and just gotten to my car when my phone rang. It was my friend Marvin. "Hello." "He isn't here yet Dave. So he must be cutting it close. My guess is he has gotten his dick wet. Oh, wait here he comes now. Yep, he has a shit eating grin on his face so my guess is he nailed her, I am going to act like I hung up. But I will Leave it open so you can hear him." I heard Marv ask him if he had got his cock in the girl. "Fuck yes she is a great fuck man. I put some wicked marks on her titties. Not sure how she will explain them to her old man. but in a few weeks I will have her fucking my muslim friends." So Henri had fucked his married girl friend tonight. Maybe it wasn't Janis at all. I knew he was friends with her. But I had no idea they were more than just talking. So I headed home. When I got there Jan was asleep in bed which was not unusual. I ate a bite and watched TV for a couple hours then off to bed. I used the bathroom and left the light on as I returned to bed. Jan lay facing the open bathroom door and was sound asleep. I eased the sheet out from under her arm and then slowly pulled it back off of her. I stared at her beautiful bare breasts. I stood looking at her seeing exactly what I had hoped to see and expected to see. Henri had left beautiful suck marks on my wife's breasts as he had fucked her earlier in the evening. Jan had given him her breasts completely as I was sure she had her pussy. She was gone to work when I got up the next morning And things moved toward my own work day. I saw Marvin about an hour after I got to work that day. When we went on break I ask Marvin about Henri and his girl friend. "Oh ya he had her naked by the time we were talking last night." "Does he plan to see her again tonight?" "He said she gets home before 5 pm and she told him she would be naked by 5pm for him. She wants his cock in her before 5pm if he can be there." "So she has agreed to do it again tonight?" "He says he told her he wants her down in his apartment next week. He told her he wants his friends to see her. He said she ask what he wanted his friends to see?" "What did he tell her?" "He told her he wants them to see how beautiful she is. And she ask if he wanted them to see her naked? And he said he does." "What did she say to that?" "He thinks she will let them fuck her." I was still surprised at how excited I was that Henri was going to fuck my wife again tonight. I wanted him with her again. At a few minutes after ten my phone rang again. I answered it. It was Marv. "Hey Dave, he fucked her again tonight. He says she is the wildest bitch he has ever had." My cock got even harder. "How soon is he planning to begin to slut her for others?" "He says he thinks she'd do it tomorrow night if he'd push her, but maybe real soon?" I was more excited than I have ever been in my life and I wanted this to continue. I loved Henri fucking Janis. He had her again the following night and I couldn't wait to see if he tried to get her naked for others. I wanted other men to see my wife naked too. And yes to fuck her too. I was home shortly after ten the next night but Jan was not home. Marvin had said Henri would have her in his apartment tonight. So I slipped down a floor to his door. I listened but heard nothing. We have a fire escape out side our bedroom window and I was sure it went by his below us. So I circled back up and down it. As I neared his window I found it open and could hear them talking inside. "Janis open your mouth and suck him. That's it now spread wider so he can slap your pussy. Hold her up so we can slap her tits." I eased up beside the window and peaked inside. My wife was naked with seven men who also were nude. And they were doing things to her I had never even thought about doing to a woman. I began to understand how Henri had gotten my wife into our bed. I had no idea Janis was excited by being dominated. Henri had found her turn on. My wife became sexually excited by being abused. Listening to them slapping her breasts and her scream with passion was totally unexpected. They were slamming cocks into her as hard as they could and she thrust her pussy back to them. These men totally owned my wife and she was submitting completely. I sat outside the window for three hours and listened to her beg for the things they were doing to her. They all fucked her repeatedly and she begged for their cocks more and more. They told her vile things they wanted to do to her and she begged them to do them all. Henri told her of a black friend he was hooking her up with who would turn her into a BBC whore for blacks to fuck. And she begged him to do it to her. "Tomorrow night you will meet him and I will give you to him to begin your trip to being a BBC whore. You will dance naked for them before they rape you." My wife was gone I knew it. But at 4am she stumbled into our apartment. I bathed her and took her to our bed and loved her. We talked of our love. Her desires and of my support for her needs and the lust I felt for her and seeing her being a slut. And the adventure we could share as a couple.

It was an amazing bright and sunny Friday morning, as I checked the clock hanging on the office wall, 11:00am, my pocket began to Vibrate, my phone. It was Mike; another young successful go getter in life. A big smile beamed on my face as he suggested a lunch time beer outside a cafe on the busy city street. “I will meet you in five minutes at the end of the street” I said looking forward to a fantastic afternoon in the sun. I quickly rang my wife to be, letting her know I was going for a drink and would speak to her later in the afternoon. As I walked down the steep sloping hill, I could see Mike in the distance waving. He had a big smile on his face and I just knew this afternoon was going to be entertaining. We both work in offices, so we were both fully suited, looked and smelt like a million bucks, nothing could have felt better than looking ahead to a fun afternoon drinking beer with my pal Mike. We waved down a taxi and in no time we were there. To our surprise, neither of us had any cash in our wallets, so Mike said "run into that pub and get some coins". I got to the door and a man was behind the bar but the door was locked, he looked up and walked towards the door. I asked him for some change so I could pay for a taxi and he said he hadn't opened the till yet. “No problem” I said “thanks anyway” To my surprise he handed me 10 dollars out of his own pocket and said “ Here use this, you can bring it back to me later” I was astounded at this mans generosity and instantly thought what a trusting man. I said to him directly, “Open the bar now and I will make it worth your while” He laughed and said “what beer do you guys want I will get it now but it may take 10 minutes to get the till ready” I smiled back at him and as I turned to run towards the cab and said "6 Tequilas, 6 black Sambucas and 3 Red bull and Vodkas please” As I ran I could hear him laughing outside. Mike and I spent over $500 between us by 1Pm. We were tanked, and we had a great time with the man that turned out to be the owner. We ended up choosing music and even pouring our own beers from behind the bar. Out of nowhere an attractive lady walked into the bar followed by her son. She needed to use the phone and we over heard her conversation, obviously to her husband and her short sharp conversation highlighted her disappointment in her husbands reliability. I estimated she was about 35 maybe 36. Mike turned to her son who turned out to be 10, "Hey little fella, want a game of pool?” I looked over at this mature lady and the first thing that stood out was her incredible bottom. It was so small, tight, curved and would have been any 18-year-olds envy! Instantly I felt my penis tingle. The thin silky black dress clung to her amazing figure as she turned her back to me, and as she was talking she revealed something that sent tingles down the back of my head and spine. Her ass was so small and shapely, you could see a gap between the top of inside both her thighs and her amazing ass. Breath takingly I could see through the thin black material as she stood with the sunlight revealing the silhouette of a small mound between her legs.... HOOLLLYYYYY SHHIIITTTT!!!!!!!! I was 22 at the time and was completely mesmerised by this mature mother with such a sensational figure. She looked middle age, immaculately groomed, well dressed and had a lovely tanned face and arms. She had straight dark shoulder length hair, combined with what I had seen expelling the most sexual energy I had experienced. She was wearing a black tight-ish top that had straps over the shoulders and complimenting her skirt was long elegant high heels. It was like an eclectic field of sexual energy that made me want to look at every inch of this stranger, imagine the soft, clean and tanned skin and how it felt against my tongue. I couldn't stop looking at that amazing ass, seeing that bulge had me day dreaming about her bending over for me naked. The fact she was older, married and had a young son and looked like that was captivating. The thought crossed my mind of me standing behind her pushing deep into her belly, her small waist expanding to accommodate my passion. I looked up gob smacked, she was looking directly at me and she hung up the phone. I felt a rush of embarrassment as I knew she caught me gazing directly at her fantastic long toned legs and sculptured bottom. As Mike started and broke, The lady walked over and thanked the owner of the bar for the use of his phone and casually looked over at her son who had made some new friends. I smiled and said to her “ You look like you need a drink” she smiled and replied “ that sounds like a fantastic idea, Thanks” I ordered a bottle of Moet. She smiled as she sipped her Champagne and said “ a young man with impeccable taste” I smiled back. “I'm Mary and this is Brad" she said as she extended her arm. “Hi I'm Rick, very nice to meet you two” I replied. as I completed the handshake.. Normally as I am engaged to be married, I would not even make eye contact or flirt with another woman. Today I couldn't help myself. I never thought of older women as sexually attractive, but this lady made my entire body tingle with curiosity. My erotic mind combined with the lethal amount of alcohol I had consumed had my body and mind drawn to her like a magnet. I was now very intoxicated and cheerfully ordered more rounds of shots with the exception of a lemonade for our new friends son. Very quickly, with the combination of Champagne and shots of tequila, Mary was very tipsy and laughing out loud with us. Mike ended up asking Brad if he wanted to play pin ball , as he looked across at them maybe 10 ft along the wall. He looked up at his mother for approval and she quickly nodded and said “sure”. It was my good fortune that as she turned to her son, her legs separated as she swung around slightly. Wow, a rush of blood was sent hurtling through my body as the sight before me was breath taking. Between her legs the silky fabric of her panties tightly hugged the gentle peachy curvature of this lady's vagina. The fabric pulled tight and legs parted revealed a sight that will never leave my mind. As I looked down, my mind instantly pictured what her genitals looked like naked, then the flashing thought that this young man wondering off with Mike had obviously came out of this married woman, then simultaneously the thought of her husband ejaculating inside this older woman and her back arched so wanting of his seed.... Then I saw a wet patch clearly in her white panties............OMG Awoken by the words “what would you like to taste next?” I looked up at her surprised and feeling uncomfortable that I had been caught now twice staring mesmerised at her body. I stood up and cleared my throat, my heart beating fast. “same again thanks” I replied as I looked into this lady's eyes, she didn't even flinch or close her legs as the feeling of her looking directly back at me. Mary's legs parted further, the damn fabric pulled tight and her seducing smile as she bit her lip and opened her legs slightly wider. I looked back stunned into her eyes. Mental images of her panties tightly pulled against her seemingly open pleasure spots with the fabric of her panties disappearing between her bum, and I assume the fabric gently caressing her anus. I panicked. As a sales manager its not often I have nothing to say back to someone... The 5 second silence seemed like an eternity, “Excuse me for a second” I said as I felt my cheeks blush, the sight of her slightly biting her lip and the legs parted, offering me the image that was sworn to her husband many years ago. As I took my first step, the fabric of my suit pants highlighted the look and feeling of my young erection that was on the verge of becoming completely obvious to every patron in the establishment. My penis was at the stage where the blood was rushing so fast to inflate, it was now thick and probably about 50% extended. The soft silky fabric of my suit pants strained as my boxers did little to conceal my growing admission of sexual intentions towards Mary’s sexual energy. My heart kept pounding and my face glowed as I knew there was no way Mary could have not seen my enthusiastic body react as I hurried towards the men's room. I shut the men's room door and let out a large gasp of air and let my hand caress my engorged penis through the fabric of my suit pants. Could this really be happening? I was feeling very drunk, had I made this up in my mind? Had I read too much into what happened? My mind raced. I turned on the cold tap and rubbed water over my face and through my shortish brown hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself it might be time to go home. It almost 4 o'clock and Jodi my fiancée would be leaving work soon to spend the weekend. We planned to make a bed in the lounge and sleep and watch TV all weekend, the plan was to do absolutely nothing and rest. The images rushed into my head of opening the door, kissing her passionately, and embracing her tightly before initiating her to my favourite oral position.... Her bent over the couch and my eyes taking in the sight of her young private openings, her hands reaching back pulling her cheeks apart, exposing her anus and inviting me to pleasure her most intimate hole before drinking from her very wet fountain of lust, which almost always not only coated my entire face with appreciation but also seeped into the fabric of the neck rest of our sofa. Only after she climaxed on my face would she return the oral favour, as a considerate husband to be I would always lick the wet patches from the couch as she looked up at me. The first time I did this, she looked up from between my legs and said it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen before opening her throat and slamming her face down on my erection forcing her to gag. She knows how turned on I get at the contractions of her throat followed by the loud gagging sound as if she was dry retching. This is followed by my penis being pulled out of her mouth while i witness the reflux and saliva spill from her mouth down her chin and young size b cup breasts, resembling my sperm which often dripped from her lips. Reality struck as I heard the toilet door open. I wiped my hands and face with paper towels and dried my hands. By now it all seemed like a fantasy in my head with a few moments of luck seeing her bottom and between her legs, add a son and welcome to my world and erotica! I walked toward Mary with a smile on my face and feeling much calmer and collected. After my mental pictures of Jody, I planed to finish my drink and get a taxi to relive my sexual attack on x receptionists (Jody was my receptionist from another city previous to the engagement) lovely bottom. Mike and Brad approached Mary at the same time; they were laughing saying it was a draw 10 each. Mary laughed out loud and gave Brad $20 and said better make it first to 5 to find a champion, Brad immediately Brad yelled: "Yayyy” out loud and Mike looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I sat back on the stool as Mike and Brad went back over the Pinball machine. I picked up my Red bull and Vodka as I heard the words “Can I ask you a personal question”, I gulped down my mouthful, “why sure” Before you left for the toilet... Ummmm, did you see my panties? Wham, my heart started its previous rhythm of pounding inside my chest. I was speechless but this time I didn't choke, I replied "did you see me poke you in the eye"? hahahahahah we both laughed out loud. She said “I was about to apologise for embarrassing you” You see, I saw you looking at me when I was on the phone to my husband, Its our anniversary today and he was meant to treat me to a candle light dinner and pampering. He travels 3 weeks out of the month, so the time I do have with him, I make sure I feed my built up frustrations when I can. “I'm sorry” she said again, I was angry and terribly horny, I saw your sitting there staring at my body. "I'm a very loyal wife, you have to believe me, I'm 41, and have been married for 14 years, I have never had adulterous thoughts. Trust me I have learnt how to please myself over the years” she said as we both laughed. "It made me feel naughty when I separated my legs so you could see the light through this dress, I guess it was like a way of me getting back at him, and very erotic, did you see how wet my panties were.... OMG, I sound like a slut. I was standing there thinking my son was 10 feet away from me and I was enjoying the erotic excitement of a man who could be my child looking sexually at me, whilst on the phone to the only man to have me in 14 years. That's when I could feel myself start to drip, which made my friskiness much, much worse". I looked down at her with focused eyes filled with passion and alcohol, “I want to see you bend over in those panties, I'm sorry but I want to see both your holes”, I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. She smiled and said “ can I touch myself at the same time?” The intensity of the conversation intensified. Mary stood up and moved closer to me, hidden from her son from just below her breasts by the bar. Her hand moved forward to grip my penis through my pants. I was so excited, generally depending on if I'm masturbating myself or how excited I am at the time by Jodi's performance, my girth would be between (4 & 5 cm) and my length between (6.5 and 8 inches) “Mary, can we ditch Brad here with Mike for half an hour and go for a walk? I want to buy you some panties, then I want to bend you over in the changing rooms when we find another pair and force myself inside you, then I want to come inside you so you can wear those panties home thinking of what your husband missed out on! “I'm so horny” she gasped, “I'm so wet thinking of your sperm inside me, no condom right?” Mary said as she nodded for my approval. We both couldn't believe what was happening, but tonight our long-term partners would have our bodies second. My phone started to ring, I quickly grabbed it, and it was Jody. OMG I answered and she asked me how far away I was, “I'll call you back" I said as I hung up the phone. My penis was fully erect; Mary was rubbing and squeezing it. She looked at me with lust filled eyes, then looked down at my pants. A mix of passion and embarrassment came over me as she was rubbing her thumb over the head of my cock, a wet patch the size of an orange was clearly visible, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the tip. I thought I was going to die of frustration when she lifted her arm sucking her thumb into her mouth and slowly running her thumb over her lips lustfully gazing into my eyes. Our brains drowned in alcohol, our hormones firing, she said “follow me” and quickly walked toward the bath room doors with my hands trying to hide my pre- cum stained pants which were conjured up, by a frustrated housewife with ambitions to get her husband back by swallowing a young mans sperm, in a bathroom of a pub, with her 10 year old son in the bar playing with this young studs powerful extension..... To be continued, this is where things really heat up!

I am the famous superheroine Mega Girl, though now I'm mostly retired. This story of my adventures is the beginning of my semi-retirement. I still fight crime on those rare occasions when the Super Team needs me. Everyone knows me and I still have fans. This is how my story begins... When I was 15 years old, I learned I had superpowers after a car accident with my father. He was driving me to my best friend's house. A reckless driver was in a hurry and did not pay attention to stop at a stop sign. My heart raced the moment when I saw this guy speeding. He rammed into us. Everything flashed before my eyes. After the impact, I noticed dad's bloody face. He was unconscious. I pushed the door apart from dad's car and carried him. Ambulances could be heard a few blocks from us. The paramedics rushed to my father and the other driver. A paramedic said, "We are stabilizing your father. Good thing, you were near the accident to help your father." I thought his comment was odd. I was in the car with my dad so course I was near the accident. I said, "I was in the car with my father." The paramedic did not believe me. A few minutes later, an officer arrived to scene. He also did not believe I was in the car with dad. He wrote tickets for dad and the driver because he believed there were no witnesses. He could not determine who was at fault. I looked down in frustration, and saw my arms without any bruises. That was when I noticed I was unharmed, and carried dad without any effort. My father recovered from the accident, and the other driver died two days later. I tested my strength by lifting heavy objects such as dad's new car, furniture, and a random light pole. Shortly afterwards, I discovered I could fly. My life would never be the same. The Super Team is a league of heroines. I joined the team shortly after learning my powers. My superpowers are flying and super strength. My strength was ranked third in the Super Team. Only Mrs. Justice and Victory Girl were stronger than me in terms of strength. I never had any time to date or hook up with guys my age. I was too busy working and fighting crime. I was not shy about being a virgin. Everyone on the Super Team knew I was as pure as an angel. Life was just too busy for love when the world needed a heroine. Seven years later, I was a young 22-year-old graduate fresh from college. Even though I had no experience, it did not take me long to find a job. I was hired as a paralegal at an attorney's office. I worked under Ricky Thompson, the most popular attorney in town. Everyone knew him from his large billboards and over the top commercials. We had a great professional relationship. I enjoyed my time at work. It was rewarding. At night, my true persona arises from my heart. Mega Girl is ready to stop crime. I followed the same ritual every night. First, I would go home from work to eat a quick dinner with a glass of sweet tea. Next, I put on my original costume. My costume was a black and white crop-top, a blue min-skirt with a utility belt with an emblem MG on it, and white boots. There had been robberies in the area for two weeks. I finally had a chance to check out the district after tackling super villains for a few weeks. I flew on top of a roof to keep watch. Then, my wristband started to vibrate its silent alarm. A robbery was taking place at 1st Bank. I flew to the scene of the crime. A security guard was unconscious on the ground. He looked like he would be okay so I entered the bank. I went to the vault. A criminal would most likely go there to grab as much cash as possible. There I saw her. A tall, blond, and busty woman in a latex costume and black mask was in the vault. She was probably around 5'10. She held two large bags of money. I said, "Put the bags down now and your hands in the air. Mega Girl is here to stop your crime spree." The woman dropped the bags, but she prepared for a fight. She took a stance. I charged with my right fist of justice. She blocked it with her forearm. She expressed some pain from the punch. She did not go down as I expected. No ordinary man or woman ever withstood my fist of justice. She did not superpowers, but she had combat skills. Her costume was made of a strong material. We traded punches. My punches did some damage, but did not knock her out. Any other person would be knocked out. I figured her costume was enhancing her abilities. I decided to overpower her. I backed her to a wall. I said, "Make this easy on yourself. I will not hurt you if you surrender." I was just inches away from her. She smirked at me, and that's when it happened. She surprised me with a kiss. Her soft lips pressed against mines. Her tongue was in my mouth. She tasted so sweet. I found myself kissing her back. A woman had never made me feel this way. I was seduced by a single kiss. She knew her moment to strike was now. I could not break away from her sweet kissing. Her hand slowly went up my skirt, and she was rubbing my pussy through my underwear. I moaned and grasped. That is when I finally woke up from her seductive kiss. I backed away from this woman. I couldn't believe I just made out with a villain. The mysterious woman said, "Someone is very horny tonight. You taste so sweet." She sucked her fingers with my juices on them. "I am Mega Girl, and not some whore." I told her. I was humiliated and wanted to put her in her place. I could not go near her. If I did, she may kiss me again. If she kissed me again, then who knows what may happen. I have superpowers, and I also have gadgets to help me out of tight situations. I threw my smoke bomb on the ground. Smoke covered the vault. My super vision allows me to see through smoke. I snuck up behind her. I held her in a full nelson. My plan was to knock her out fast. Just when I was going to knock her out, she swiftly kicked me between my shin. Oh boy did that hurt. The mysterious woman said, "Looks like I hurt your pussy. Let me make your feel better." I could not do anything. She hit me at my weak spot, and I was on the ground holding my crotch. Then, she moved my hands away from my crotch and started licking my panties. I could not do anything about it. Her tongue felt so good against my panties and pussy. The pain started to subside. Even when the pain was gone, I could not fight back. My virgin pussy did not want this to end. The women started to talk dirty to me. She said, "Cum for me." I yelled, "I'm going to cum. I'm cumming!" I soaked my panties from just this woman licking my panties. I stood on my feet, a little shaky after cumming. I said, "You won't get away with this." I tried to punch her, but I did not have any strength in me. She easily grabbed my fist, and pulled me in for a kiss. Then, she smothered me between her natural breast. They felt so soft and warm. She finally released me from her heavenly breasts. I said, "What happen to my superpowers?" The woman said, "I've fought superheroines before and the best way to defeat them is with an orgasm. An orgasm temporary suppresses your powers." I never knew I had this weakness. After all, I am a virgin or was one before she licked my pussy through my panties. I was thought my only weakness was pain to my pussy, but it appears any feelings towards my pussy weakens me. This woman started to have her way with me. She backed me to the same wall where I backed her to. She started to kiss me again, and I was shamefully enjoying it. Our tongues rubbed one another. She turned me around and pulled down my panties. She started to directly lick my pussy. Her tongue was amazing. I experienced my second orgasm. I wanted to taste my sweetness, and I lend in to kiss her. The woman said, "I turned you into a super slut. You young superheroines are the easiest heroines to corrupt for a night of passion." She unzipped her pants and forced me to lick her pussy. I wanted to say no, but she tasted so good. I could not stop. Her juices flowed down my mouth and face. The smell of her pussy put me under a spell. I became her bitch. She grounded her pussy on my face until she came on me. The woman said, "I have one more pleasure attack for you." She revealed a strap-on from her utility belt. She bent me over and started to fuck me. I loved every minute of it. She owned me as her personal sex toy for the night. I said, "Fuck me harder. Oh fuck me!" Then, she was fucking me in missionary and I was enjoying every moment of it. She leaned in towards my face for we can kiss again. It was more passionate than our other kisses. My mind was melting. My moans could be heard in our kisses. I was cumming again. I said, "I love you" as I had another orgasm, and she said "I love you too, mega slut." She took her fake cock out of me. I felt even weaker than I felt earlier after my first orgasm. She said, "Your powers are drained for a good three days. Enjoy your time off. Maybe we will meet again babe." She kissed me one last time before she left me in the vault with two bags of money. My eyes focused on her lovely ass instead of trying to stop her. She walked out of the vault and locked the door behind her. I was now trapped in the vault with my cum drenched on my costume. I was too weak to get up. It was going to be a while before the police would come. I was still shamefully horny and in heat, and I started to rub my pussy. I heard my juices as I fingered my cunt. I just needed to release one more orgasm. I pictured the mysterious woman in my mind until I came again knowing the consequences of not being able to use my powers for another day. I was powerless and humiliated. The police found me. A short officer with a slight tummy said, "Mega Girl was defeated?" No one has ever seen me this in position. An officer tried to help me up, but I smacked his hand away. I was so embarrassed. I quickly ran away. Part of me hopes to never see this woman again, and another part of me wants her to fuck me again...

Lady Laerinia spent most of the time at her court, but occasionally she ventured into her lands beyond the walls. It was a truly ill luck that during one such excursion her friend Lady Seraphinia decided to pay her a visit. Fortunately Aeriella was present and she had proven many times that she can play the role of the host. Lady Seraphinia arrived at the head of a column of two dozen riders, she herself was riding a beautiful pale stallion with an impressive black mane, she effortlessly dismounted and approached Aeriella who came down to the courtyard. The noblewoman was a tall amazon-like beauty in her mid-twenties, in her high-heeled riding boots she was as tall as the elf in her heels and that was a rare feat for a woman, she had a flurry of long fiery red hair. There was no doubt that she was a warrior, not a pampered countess, she wore a riding outfit consisting of tight breeches and short tunic. The clothes underlined her strong thighs, thin waist and broad shoulders, but she did not have a manly built, her hips were wide and round, and her breasts nice and firm. Her physique and demeanor screamed strength and confidence. "Greetings, my Lady. It is a pleasure to host you, my name is Aeriella. Lady Laerinia is temporarily absent" the elf said as she curtsied. Herself she wore her customary revealing little black dress, sheer black pantyhose and a pair of golden strappy sandals on thirteen centimetre heels. "She usually is when it's necessary to be present" the words sounded harsh, but Seraphinia smiled as she said them, so the apprentice considered them a jest "so you're the fabulous Aeriella. It's good to see with one's own eye that the tales have not be exaggerated." "Whose tale, if I may inquire?" "Our common friend, Dariush the artifact merchant. I'm sure he hid many details, he always does, but still told me enough to paint a vivid picture of you in my mind. But don't worry, he doesn't go shouting it from the rooftops." "I hope so. Please, come in, Lady and enjoy our hospitality. You're men will be taken care of as well." "First of all, I need a bath. I feel, like I'm made of the dirt that covers the highway we travelled. It would be nice, if you joined me, I have had enough of male company. "Of course, Lady Seraphinia. We can go straight to the baths." "Don't call me Lady, when we're in private. You may be only an apprentice, but you're already enough of a lady yourself and most likely older than I. My name's Serra. Do I recall correctly, that Laer calls you Aerie?" "You do. " "In that case, nice to meet you, Aerie." "Nice to meet you too, Serra." The women shook hands and headed for the baths, were the water was always warm and ready. "I'm exhausted by the travel" expressed Seraphinia "could you help me get rid of all these drags." Aeriella was good at undressing, although she seldom did that to other women. She began with the knee-high riding boots, the noblewoman gave a sigh of relief once they were off. Her tunic followed and the elf could notice that her guest was not wearing a bra. The sorceress gently dabbed the nipples, when she pulled the tunic over Seraphinia's head, the noblewoman's breasts were not as big as Aeriella's, but still bigger than could be expected from a warrior. Finally came off the breeches which had to be unbuckled first. When taking off the panties the elf took care to do it slowly and caress the other woman's long strong legs, since she sensed that was what her guest desired. Seraphinia clearly enjoyed being undressed by the apprentice, she also returned the favour. Undressing Aeriella was easier, but the warrior did not take easy nor obvious routes, after she took the elf's shoes off, came the time for her little black dress. Instead of grabbing the hem and pulling it over sorceress' head, Serra grabbed her thighs just below the dress and "peeled" it upwards with both hands. That way she could grope the elf's every curve, especially passing two big obstacles in form of breasts turned out to be very time consuming. After the dress came the pantyhose, the noblewoman used a similar method. She tightly gripped Aeriella's hips and peeled the hose down, there were no obstacles on this way, but still Serra took her time. With panties she acted differently, simply taking them off with one swift motion. The two women, now both naked, walked down the few wide stairs into the spacious bath. The warrior was the first to be washed, just by Aeriella's soaped hands of course. The elf started at the woman's feet, the cleaning was thorough and little ticklish as she rubbed the soles and cleaned the spaces between the toes. The apprentice did not stop at cleaning Serra's feet though, she washed the soap off her hands and gave the warrior a long relaxing foot massage. "Aerie, you couldn't have done it better, if you were reading my mind. If you ever want to abandon magical career and become a squire, I'll be happy to take you under my wing." The elf's only answer was continuation of the massage, she was a true mistress at it indeed, she could do wonders with her palms. But the feet were just the beginning, the rest of Serra's body was still "dirty" and needed to be washed. Aeriella soaped her palms and started cleaning one of noblewoman's calf with both hands, she massaged it a little as well. But it was the muscled thigh she was aiming at, a lot of flesh awaited to be washed there. Aeriella took great care not to omit a single centimetre above the knee, but she also never touched the warrior's crotch. It was only the thigh she was caressing with her soaped palms, but it was enough to cause Serra to moan quietly. When the elf was satisfied with one of noblewoman's leg she moved to the other and repeated the entire process there. After the apprentice was done with the legs, the warrior was moaning openly; Aeriella did not give her the chance to stop and proceeded to her torso, the belly was first. Serra had an amazingly thin waist and her abdomen was flat, but also firmly muscled, the apprentice was glad to notice that all tension was gone from these muscles and if they clenched now it was purely from excitement. After the belly came the back and noblewoman had to change her position to allow the elf to access it, but she did not regret breaking her comfortable stillness. Aeriella not only washed her back, but also gave massage to her neck and shoulders; within minutes all the tension from those muscles disappeared as well. The elf proceeded with washing the warrior's chest, Serra's breasts were not as big as Aeriella's, but there was still enough for the elf's delicate hands. She began with caressing them with the tips of her fingers, then she softly pressed her digits on the skin, followed by sensitive groping of the breasts. Sorceress also paid attention to the noblewoman's nipples, first she drew circles around them with her fingers, then fondled them for a while and in the end pinched them gently; she repeated the whole process with breasts and nipples twice. By the end Serra was moaning loudly, Aeriella quieted the moans with a kiss. Serra was surprised at first, but quickly returned the kiss, she was incredibly passionate, all the excitement built-up by elf's caress tried to manifest itself in that kiss. The warrior grabbed the elf's head with one hand and a buttock with another. She pressed the two of them closer and pushed her tongue inside sorceress' mouth, Aeriella's own tongue responded immediately and the two fought for supremacy in their joined mouths. When their lips eventually parted, both women were breathless and the excitement built up inside them ever higher. "I leave my home for a short while and return to such a mischief happening in my baths" Lady Laerinia's soft voice rang in the humid air. "You're late for the party as usual, Laer" it was Seraphinia who answered "but it's good you came since you owe me a proper licking." "I might owe it to Aeriella, I admit, but if I recall correctly, it was you who was indebted to me." "Maybe you're right. Now strip your dark ass and join us here. You look like you need a thorough bath. Won't you agree, Aerie?" "Well, there may be few 'dirty' spots." The drow took her clothes off by herself, since both other ladies were already wet. When Laerinia entered the pool, the first thing Seraphinia did was to kiss her, it was as long and passionate as the one with Aeriella moments before. The drow was not surprised and matched the noblewoman's passion, the elf caressed their bodies while they were occupied with each other. "It's been a while, Laer" said the warrior when she eventually caught her breath. "We'll make up for it." "You bet we will. But first we have to clean you up, you dirty drow." Both elf and the noblewoman soaped their palms and began the caress-wash process, it was significantly quicker, since there were the two of them to do it and they have been in the water for quite some time now and wanted to go someplace drier. They began with Laerinia's feet, without the massage this time though, then followed the calves and thighs. Both women knew that the drow loved to have that part of her body smooched, so they fulfilled her desires, the sorceress sat back with her legs raised and spread in a V, while her friend and apprentice caused her moans to grow louder. When the legs were "cleaned" the women moved to Laerinia's upper body, her back received just a quick brush, but her big firm breasts were "washed" thoroughly. Four hands were working diligently on them as well as on the nipples. But Laerinia had to pause her moans, which got even more audible to stand up, so the women could "clean" her buttocks and crotch. Aeriella took care of the former, while Seraphinia was the cause of resumed moans. The bath was meant only as a foreplay to the foreplay, so it ended relatively quickly. There was still the elf, that needed to be cleaned. The apprentice was washed in the same pattern, as her mistress. The three women came out of the bath, dried each other with big soft and warm towels, put on robes, all of it prepared by the servants, and headed towards Laerinia's bedchamber. Once they reached the spacious canopy bed, Seraphinia kissed the hostess on the lips just like she did in the baths. At the same time Aeriella kissed... the warriors other pair of lips. The noblewoman was lying on her back, with her upper body slightly twisted so she could reach her friend, while her long strong legs were spread wide to give the elf access to her clitoris. The apprentice did not know what Dariush told about her, but she did her best to surpass the reputation, she used all her talents and available tools, that is lips, tongue and fingers. Laerinia and Seraphinia eventually broke their kiss and the drow moved to the warrior's breasts, she was smooching one with her hand, while sucking the nipple of another; Aeriella was still focused on the one objective. The excitement built up in the baths and current double stimulation was too much for Seraphinia, within few minutes her breathing became heavier and moans louder. When she reached the climax she tightened her strong thighs around the elf's head, the apprentice kept licking despite difficult conditions. Laerinia leaned back and observed her friend, but never stopped playing with her nipples. Finally the warrior calmed down and released Aeriella from the grip. "I'm sorry for that, Aerie. You did such a magnificent work, I just couldn't control myself. Dariush wasn't even close to the truth." "I don't mind a little force used from time to time. Yet I believe we can find a way, to make up for any inconvenience that might've occurred" saying that the elf laid back and spread her own legs. That prompt was more than enough for Seraphinia, she quickly made use of her lips. Laerinia wanted to taste her apprentice's talents as well, so she knelt over the elf's face, the drow positioned herself so that she could caress Aeriella's body while being satisfied. The apprentice could not use her arms in that position, so was limited to her lips and tongue, she still could work wonders with it. Her Mistress was not the one who only took from others, she tried to return the pleasure, again by caressing the breasts and the belly. She had amazingly gentle and sensitive fingers, but her stimulation was not the main source of excitement for the elf. Seraphinia was not as gentle as the other women, her fingers were stronger and her moves more decisive, even aggressive at times. But she knew well how to make love, she licked and sucked Aeriella's clitoris, occasionally bit it playfully and inserted fingers into her vagina. Soon the elf's body was trembling, her moans were muffled by Laerinia, but were still audible despite the fact, that the apprentice never stopped licking her mistress. The bond between the two elves and their mutual experience in lovemaking where the reason that they both orgasmed in the same time. It was only then that Aeriella ceased the cunnilingus, she laid her head back, arched her back and cried loudly. Her whole body was trembling while her mistress was having a similarly forceful orgasm still kneeling over her face; Seraphinia watched the two women, as she caressed the elf's thighs. After the passion subsided all three women laid back, they kissed, caressed and played with each other's bodies interchangeably. The noblewoman kissed softly with the apprentice, while the sorceress fondled their bodies, laying an occasional kiss wherever she liked. Then it was Laerinia who was kissing Aeriella over Seraphinia's body, while the warrior caressed their thighs and buttocks. They parted their mouths and the drow leaned towards the noblewoman face while the elf moved to her legs. They all moved slowly, randomly changing the person and the part of her body that was the object of smooches. They kissed, played with each other's breasts, caressed the skin of their bellies, thighs, buttocks and every other part of their bodies; the excitement was building up again. It was Seraphinia, who went for Aeriella's clitoris first, this time Laerinia left the apprentice's face alone and instead got between noblewoman's legs. That round of lovemaking was even more passionate than the first one, lips and tongues were used only in the beginning, soon to be replaced with fingers and eventually hands. The warrior was gently inserting her whole palm into the elf's vagina, her hands were bigger than average woman, because she wielded swords and shields; that was why she started delicately. The drow was not as subtle, she knew what her friend was capable of taking and how to give her the most pleasure. Quickly she was fisting Serra's vagina, but the noblewoman, once realizing that there was no threat of harm to be done to the elf swiftly picked up the tempo and soon was fisting Aeriella in rhythm with Laerinia. Moans and grunts filled the room and the bed would shook, if it was not so solid and stable. Gradually the pace quickened and the shoves became deeper, the moans got louder and grunts turned into cries. This time the women also reached their climax simultaneously, Aeriella clenched her vaginal muscles tightly around Serra's palm. Despite that the noblewoman kept pushing it in making the elf's orgasm even more intense. Her own body also shook violently as Laerina's hand was being shoved into her vagina even faster now. Eventually Seraphinia collapsed on the bed next to the apprentice, both their bodies still softly trembling, their breaths short and heavy. The drow was kneeling in front of them, caressing their long legs, she was waiting for them to regain their strength, because it was her turn to be the center of attention. The two women knew that as well and they looked on the drow's ebony body with lust as their breaths got calmer and steadier. Laerinia was laid on her back, her hips were risen, her feet spread wide and put at the height of her head. This way she was completely exposed and vulnerable, but this position had another purpose, the women wanted to have access to drow's both holes at the same time. Seraphinia was the one playing with the sorceress' anus, so she put some lubricant there as well as on her fingers. The drow's vagina was already soaking wet, so there was no need for Aeriella to use additional lubricant. They both began with one finger per hole each, but that quickly turned into two finger, three and eventually a whole palm. They picked up the tempo equally swiftly, each shove was also deeper than the previous one. The noblewoman and the elf got a nice rhythm, where one was pushing her hand in while the other was pulling out; they were both going deep way beyond their wrists. Laerinia was soon breathing hard and moaning loudly, she was wriggling and grasping the sheets; she reached the orgasm within minutes. The drow clenched her fists and cried aloud while her whole body shook, both women kept pumping their hands into the tightening holes. Finally the sorceress calmed down, her lovers withdrew their hands and let her lay down comfortably. They both leaned towards her and had a three-way kiss, it was passionate and chaotic, the drow did not even manage to regain her breath and there were already lips and tongues to be kissed and tasted. Eventually the whole trio collapsed on the huge bed, they were breathing hard, the remains of their passion and excitement evaporating from every centimetre of their bodies. They lied next to each other and lazily caressed their bodies for a long time, the silence was disturbed only by their now calmed breaths. Laerinia was the first to break it: "I hope you're not going to leave tomorrow, Serra." "This visit wasn't even planned. There are two dozen men awaiting action..." "We can find an occupation for your band. And I could tie you up to the bedpost and make Aeriella force and oath from you. You'd swear to stay here for a fortnight." "In that case, I'm leaving tomorrow. I want Aerie to force that oath out of me." "Deal!" It was a very pleasurable fortnight. Some female company was found for the soldiers. The three women enjoyed each other's company, but also were joined by the four drow from Laerinia's personal guard. But that is a story for another time.

_As always: Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what prevents this story from being mindless drivel._ ***** "And now you are a dog!" Marvelous Merlin the Magnificent Hypnotist declared. The crowd roared out in laughter as the beautiful blonde woman fell to her hands and knees. She was wearing a tight red dress that hugged her hourglass figure delicately which made it that more difficult for her to make the transition. It also made it even funnier. For the life of him, David Pearson had no idea why his wife, Grace, was subjecting herself to this. It was his surprise 40th birthday party and she had booked a banquet room at the Dunesbury Hotel - on a Monday no less. Family, friends, and relatives all showed up to celebrate. He hated parties, especially if they were for him, but he pretended to enjoy himself. After dinner was served, she had leaned in and said, "I got you something you've wanted to see for a long time." She had smiled and went up to the front and announced that Marvelous Merlin the Magnificent Hypnotist was present and looking for volunteers. She had stayed up there to be his first. After thirteen years of marriage, this stunned David more than if he had woken up one morning and realized he had turned into a dog himself. He had no idea what would make her think that he had ever wanted to see a hypnotist act. He hated the idea of hypnotism. No, that wasn't correct. He hated the idea of not being in control. In business, he always portrayed the shrewd, confident man and as a head executive with Arden Acquisitions, it was a great personal asset to have. At home, he was quite different. He wouldn't have minded the absurdity, but now his wife was making a fool of herself for all his employees to see and he didn't like it. David leaned into Alyssa, his secretary of three years, and the only person he opened up to at work about any and everything. She knew everything about the man sitting next to her left, even in which leg his penis hung. Not that she saw it personally, David would never cheat, but she has seen him subtly adjust it from time to time. She leaned her slender form into his in anticipation to what her boss was going to say. "I know she talked to you about setting this up, otherwise half these people wouldn't be here. So be honest, did she mention why I might enjoy seeing her demean herself in front of everyone." "No." Alyssa lied. "She didn't mention what kind of entertainment she booked. If she had, I certainly would have objected. I know how much your reputation at the office means to you." She couldn't help the sly smile that appeared on her face. Her plan was in full swing and she knew that soon she would have the man she was desperately in love with, David Pearson. Alyssa fell for David the very first day she was assigned to be his secretary. She was a failure at college, dropping out after one year due to her poor grades. It was too much of the party scene and not enough studying. She tried desperately to find a job that didn't require her to say, "Do you want fries with that" but was unsuccessful in all her interviews. It was only dumb luck, her accidentally hitting the wrong key on the computer when she happened across the listing that Arden Acquisitions was hiring for secretaries. That and the fact the company was so desperate, the human resource director didn't even check her fake references. And so, she was the new secretary of David Pearson. She felt fortunate because if it was anyone else, she would have certainly been fired before the first day was even over. At first, it was just lust for Alyssa. David's rugged good looks and toned body made for a handsome man. It didn't matter that he was seventeen years older than her - nine if you went by her fake resume. It became love after he showed compassion. Not knowing what she was doing, her day was a disaster. She was having trouble keeping up and it wasn't even noon yet. The last straw was when the copier jammed and the page that was stuck became shredded. She was nearly in tears when she stood in front of his desk with the unfortunate news. David just laughed saying, "That damn copier got you too, huh?" He then stood up, told her "Not to worry about it" and even took her to lunch. And not one of those fast food places or little diners either. He wined and dined her at Giovanni's, the expensive Italian restaurant in town. Mostly they talked about business; David's expectations and what Alyssa's responsibilities would be. But he also let his guard down and talked about his life as well. Alyssa loved everything he said until he mentioned he thought he had the perfect marriage. She knew she was falling hard for her boss and that statement felt like a dagger to the heart. Over the next year, Alyssa tried to ignore her feelings; tried to be the good employee. But David made it difficult. He always seemed to be complimenting her work even though she knew it was subpar. What was worse is she could hear in his voice that it was genuine. The second year, Alyssa tried to seduce him. It was in vain. She did everything except post a 'Fuck Me' sign to her body. The third year, she began to plot. And that led her here. She gave Grace the surprise 40th birthday party idea and even revealed she had heard David mention that he would like to see a hypnotist act and implied she should be one of the volunteers so he would know it wasn't fraudulent. She even gave her the phone number for a hypnotist that was so good as he had performed in Las Vegas. The Las Vegas part wasn't true, but the lie worked enough for Grace to call Alyssa's best friend, Dustin who went by Marvelous Merlin the Magnificent Hypnotist since they were in High School together. Hypnotism was more of a hobby for him as he actually was working as a bus boy to earn his way through college. "Now I want you to speak!" Dustin commanded. "Woof, woof." Grace then panted. "Woof, woof." "Oh, what are you doing?" Grace tilted her head to one side at the hypnotist's response. "You are a small French Poodle, not some big German Shepard. Be yourself and don't try to act all big and tough." David let his frustration go for a moment and inwardly smiled. If anybody knew how true that statement was in terms of their sex life, everyone would have been laughing harder than they were. He wished Grace would be a little more aggressive in the sack, but no, she was like a French Poodle in that regard. "I'll be right back, I need to use the ladies room," Alyssa interrupted David's thoughts and he nodded to show that he heard her. Alyssa stood and made her way to the nearest exit. "Arf, arf, arf," Grace barked from the stage. "All right; now like all bitches do, you are now in heat." Grace rubbed up against the hypnotist's leg. David was furious. No one called his wife a bitch. And no one for damn sure was going to get away with making her nuzzle up against another man's leg. He stood, not caring about anything but ending this party and punching the hypnotist unconscious. He took two steps toward the stage and the fire alarm went off. The sprinklers opened up and water fell on all the guests. Dustin leaned down to Grace, "Remember, you are merely a dog in heat until I say otherwise. Alyssa is your Master and all dogs obey their Masters. Every instance you are treated like a dog, your trance will deepen with all prior memories disappearing. It will become your reality. It is what you are and you are happy." He petted her now wet golden locks and scratched behind her ear. "Good girl," he added before scampering for the nearest exit. As soon as he left, Grace tried desperately to hide under a chair from the falling water, only getting her head and arms to be covered. David hurried to the stage, threw the chair out of the way and picked up his petrified wife. She whined like a dog in his arms and he carried her outside. Alyssa watched in amusement from the exit doors. She ran outside right after she had pulled the fire alarm so she could see the effects of Dustin's work on David's wife. He assured her it would be permanent but the degree in which the suggestion would take hold depended on how much she was treated like a dog. She saw her boss and ran over to him. "I'm glad you two are all right." Alyssa glanced at Grace and felt elated that she was still under. "What happened to Grace?" "She thinks she's still a dog and I can't find the hypnotist anywhere," David's head was on a swivel, looking in all directions at once. "In this commotion, it will be hard to find him. Besides, with there being a fire, he probably took off already. I know I was going to but I wanted to make sure you two were safe." Alyssa's head moved from side to side. She wasn't looking but wanted it to appear that she was. "I can see if I can track him down in the morning." "Arf. Arf." Grace happily licked at Alyssa's cheek when David had turned slightly, allowing her to do so. David rolled his eyes at his wife's outburst. Alyssa pushed a tendril of hair behind Grace's ear. "Do you need me to come with you tonight to help with her, Boss?" "No, I'll be fine. I'll just get her to bed and see if a good night's sleep will do the trick." David gave a halfhearted smile. "Thanks anyway." "I'll come by your house in the morning and start tracking down the whack job that did this. If I find him, maybe he could do something for Grace over the phone. Like a secret word or something." "Sounds good." David started walking away, "See you tomorrow." After just a couple steps, Grace couldn't keep still. She was barking and squirming in her husband's arms. She wanted to be with her Master. "Stop it Grace," David demanded. Grace growled at him in response. "Everything all right, Boss." Alyssa came to his side and Grace was a jovial little dog again, panting and trying to lick Alyssa. "I think she likes me." She patted at Grace's head. "Not funny Alyssa," David admonished. "Sorry Sir." David shook his head. "You sure it wouldn't be a bother to stay at my home tonight?" "I'd be happy to help." "We'll put Grace in your car, since you seem to be the only one she wants to go with, and you can follow me back to my place." "Sounds like a plan." Alyssa did her best not to show how thrilled she was that her scheme was working. It was two very different car rides to the Pearson home. David, in his black Mercedes was full of emotions. He was worried for his wife. He was angered at the hypnotist. He, at one point, convinced himself it was all a dream and he would wake up soon. The blaring horn of the car he almost side swiped ended that idea. In the green Saturn following him, Alyssa was all talk. "You were such a good girl today," Alyssa's voice was high pitched and squeaky and it caused Grace to become excited. "Mommy sure was proud of you." She put a gummy bear in Grace's mouth and she lapped at it enthusiastically. "If you're good, you'll get a lot more of those yummy nom noms." Alyssa finalized it with a pat to her head. When they arrived at the large home, David carried Grace inside and to the master bedroom. She had only allowed him to do so if Alyssa was right there. He laid her on the bed and easily stripped her of the slinky red dress and matching underwear. He carefully put a light blue nightie on her and draped the comforter over her body. She fell asleep almost immediately. David let out a frustrated sigh, "Thanks for your help. You can wear something of Grace's tonight and stay in the bedroom across the hall. It's pretty big and has an attached bathroom." "No problem Boss. But the clothes won't be necessary. I keep an overnight bag in my car for when I babysit my sister's kids." Alyssa lied. She was prepared for tonight and was ready to get started. "We're not at the office, Alyssa. You can call me David." Alyssa blushed. "Okay, David." Alyssa went to her car and grabbed her bag. When she came back in David had already slipped out of his suit and was wearing a navy blue robe. He had brought out a bottle of wine with two glasses. She could have jumped him right then and there if she knew she could get away with it. But alas, patience is a virtue. "Would you like one," David asked already pouring the second glass. "I need one after tonight." "Not the birthday you were hoping for, huh David." "You can definitely say that." "Let me change and I'll join you." Alyssa hurried upstairs and opened her bag. She slipped out of her conservative dress and into a white tank top that exposed her midriff and some yellow short shorts. She thought about the purple baby doll nightie and matching thong, but thought that might be moving too fast for him. She bounded down the stairs and paused to catch her breath before turning the corner into the living room where her man was waiting patiently. She smiled realizing he was waiting in his robe for her and not his wife. "That was fast," David commented before he looked up. It was the most skin he had ever seen his secretary display and he appreciated the view before sipping his wine. "Nice pajamas. The navel piercing is cute too." "Thanks." Alyssa grabbed her glass and sat next to David, her leg almost touching his. The two made small talk until their respective glasses were empty, neither too interested in the conversation as David was beaten down from the day and Alyssa was ready to pounce on her prey. "Well, I'm heading to bed," David yawned as he stood. "It's been a long day and tomorrow doesn't look to be that much better." "Wait, I'll walk with you," Alyssa quickly stood up as well. "I'm tired too." Alyssa watched David's ass the whole way up the stairs. When she reached the top step, she tripped over it and landed with a loud thud. "Ow." It was all part of the plan. David turned quickly, "Are you okay?" "Yeah," Alyssa rubbed her knee. "I'll be fine." The noise woke Grace up and she came running on all fours to Alyssa's side. "Sorry David." David ran a hand through his hair. "It's all right. Come on Grace, back to bed." He made an underhanded swooping motion with his arm. He immediately felt guilty. He just treated his wife like a dog. Alyssa inwardly smiled and went into the spare bedroom. "Good night." David went to pick his wife up, but she was crawling to Alyssa's room. "C'mon Honey, let's go to bed." He wrapped his arms around her waist but Grace started fighting him back. "She can stay with me tonight," Alyssa offered in a low tone. David looked up at his secretary. His grip loosened and Grace frantically crawled behind Alyssa. "I guess I have no choice." With his head held low, he headed into his room. As he shut the door he mumbled, "I'm going to miss her warm body next to mine." Alyssa wanted to shout after him, 'I'll be the warm body next to you,' but instead she looked at her new dog and smiled, "Time for obedience training," and she shut the door. Alyssa sat on the bed and patted the space next to her. Grace eagerly came over and sat by her side, which she did with much enthusiasm. "First, I don't like the name Grace. Your new name is going to be what you are, Bitch. You only answer to the name your Master gives you. Understand, Bitch?" Grace licked Alyssa's cheek in response. Alyssa dug through her duffle bag and pulled out a collar and a leash. As she went to attach the collar, Grace shied away. "No," Alyssa scolded and then smacked her ass twice with hard slaps, leaving a pair of red palm prints. Grace held her head up and allowed Alyssa to collar her. She then grabbed the collar and pulled her face close to hers. "Why are you wearing clothes, Bitch? Dogs don't wear clothes." Grace looked down and began to nudge with her nose at the straps of the nightie. She struggled before looking up at Alyssa with the saddest pair of eyes imaginable. Alyssa was undeterred. "Don't look at me. You let someone other than your Master dress you and now you better take it off." She held up her hand, threatening to spank her again. Grace attacked the nightie with abandon, this time using her teeth and rocking her head from side to side. After a minute, it produced the desired result and the strap ripped at the seam. She immediately went to the other one and didn't stop until that one snapped in two. She rolled on the bed until the offending fabric was finally off her body. She crawled up to Alyssa and looked at her with pride. "Well done Bitch," Alyssa smiled and gave her new pet another gummy bear. Grace shook her ass excitedly at her Master's praise. Alyssa then attached the leash to the collar, "On the floor, Bitch." Grace immediately complied. Alyssa began to walk in a circle and when the leash tightened, Grace yelped but then started to move. She caught up to her Master just to keep the leash from tightening again. Alyssa then stopped and tugged the leash, hard. Grace stopped. "Good girl, I'm glad to see you learn quickly." She gave Grace another treat and patted her head. Grace then spun around, her head darting in every direction before settling in one, the opening to the bathroom. "What is it Bitch?" Grace glanced up to Alyssa with her puppy dog eyes and then back to the bathroom. "Do you have to go outside?" Grace looked up in confusion before sticking out her tongue and panting, her head shaking in anticipation. "You better hold it. We're in for the night," Alyssa sternly admonished. "You should have thought of that before we came into the house, Bitch. And if you even think about shitting or pissing inside the house," Alyssa held up her hand to make her point. Grace whined. "Now here, just so you know I still love you, you can use this for a doggy bed tonight." Alyssa laid down the tattered nightie on the floor next to her bed. Grace curled up on the shredded fabric and Alyssa reached down and removed the collar. "Next time this is put on you, it will be permanent." Grace sat up on her knees, put her arms to Alyssa's shoulders, and began licking her face. "I love you too, Bitch," Alyssa chuckled. "You know to truly express to your Master that you love her, your licking the wrong spot." Grace looked at Alyssa with confusion as her Master stood and slid off her shorts. Alyssa sat back down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. "Here," she pointed to her pussy. "That is where you need to give me kisses." Grace tentatively stuck out her tongue and moved in closer. She hesitated for a brief moment before flicking her tongue at the desired location. "Good girl. Keep going," Alyssa smiled. "If you do well, I'll give you another treat." Grace smiled and began lapping at her quim with reckless abandon. Alyssa never thought in a million years she would have David's wife eating her out but here she was doing just that. She reveled in the control she had over this woman. Despite Grace's enthusiasm, she wasn't doing much except licking her labia. "Let me help you, Bitch." Alyssa pulled Grace's head hard into her crotch, her tongue finally slicing through her folds and into her canal. "Now lick." Grace was worried she wouldn't be able to follow through on that command. She really couldn't lick, but she did manage to wiggle her tongue to the best of her ability. Alyssa slid her free hand to massage her clit. Her breathing became labored. "Yes, Bitch. That's it. Keep doing that." The new encouragement spurred on Grace. Alyssa fell back onto the bed, her fingers on her clit matching the breakneck speed in which Grace's tongue was delving into her depths. She pushed Grace's head even further into her body, her face mashed into the black curls of her landing strip while her legs clamped around the sides of her face. She was on the brink. Grace was scared, but she kept going for fear of punishment. Alyssa's eyes clenched shut and her head thrashed around. "Oh my God, Bitch. I'm so close. So close. So..." That was it for the intelligible words as her climax swept through her body. Her legs relaxed and her hands slumped to her sides. Grace sat back on her knees and waited for the verdict. She wanted her treat. Alyssa's breathing returned to normal and her eyes squinted open. She sat up and smiled, "Good girl." She gave Grace two gummy bears and then pulled out a shiny purple vibrator. "I know you're in heat too, so let me show you what you can earn." She put the vibrator to Grace's pussy and lightly massaged her womanhood. Grace got excited and began rocking into the new sensation. Now that Alyssa had her attention, she moved the tip to her clit and turned the vibrator to half speed. Grace let out a little squeal and desperately began to try to impale herself on the new toy in which her Master was pleasuring her. Alyssa smiled, "That's all you get for tonight." She pulled the vibrator away and threw it in her duffle bag. Grace gave a look of desperate sadness. Alyssa petted her. "That is your toy, but you have to earn the right to be played with that toy." Grace looked up, full of hope. She'd do anything to be able to play with that toy. "All you have to do Bitch, is get that man you saw earlier to love me. Rub up against him. Lick his crotch. Get him excited. But don't let him touch you or you'll never see that toy again." Grace sat up and licked Alyssa's cheek. She knew she wouldn't disappoint her Master. "Good girl. Now go to sleep." Grace fell onto all fours, crawled in a circle around the frayed nightie before curling up and went to sleep. Alyssa pulled up her shorts and then laid down as well, but sleep was hard to come by. She absolutely loved what she was doing to the love of her life's wife. She couldn't wait for David to finally be hers. She just needed patience. She needed him to come to her. David had a fitful night of rest. Not only was the day strenuous, tomorrow didn't appear to be that much better. But what was worse was after thirteen years of sleeping next to the woman he loved, the loneliness took its toll. Add to that, it seemed Grace didn't even want anything to do with him, her husband, and only wanted to be with Alyssa, a person she barely knew. It was all very confusing. He forced himself to stay in bed until the alarm sounded at five in the morning. When it did, he rushed to the spare bedroom. He silently opened the door, not wanting to wake Alyssa. After all her help, she deserved her sleep. He noticed Grace had stirred to the slight creek of the door opening and was staring at him. She always was a light sleeper. "Grace?" David asked hopefully. No response. "Grace, are you back Honey?" He took a step into the room and Grace went on all fours and showed her teeth, almost daring him to take one more step closer to her Master. It was then he realized she was nude. "Why are you naked?" David asked, not intending it to be said aloud. Alyssa had been awake the entire time; how could she have possibly slept? She was too anxious for the day. "Good morning," she tried to sound sleepy as she stretched. "What was it that you were saying?" She reached over and turned on the desk lamp. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." There was sincerity in his statement, but the concern for his wife was also evident in his voice. "It's not a problem. So what happened? Is she back to normal?" "Ah, no." David ran a hand through his hair. "I was curious why she was naked and on the floor." "Well, I tried to get her to sleep on the bed, but she refused to stay and as for the clothes," Alyssa reached down to grab the nightie and Grace obliged by shifting her weight so her Master could grab the fabric. "Wow, she really did a number on this. It's ripped in a couple of places. She must not like to wear clothes." Grace began whining as her bathroom urges had only gained in strength through the night. "What is it Grace?" David knelt to one knee. Grace crawled a couple of feet before turning her head back to face Alyssa. She was waiting for her Master. "All right, all right, I'm coming." Alyssa stood and Grace went toward the door. David thought it was for him and went to hug her. "Arf. Arf." Alyssa saw the tears forming in David's eyes at his wife's rejection to being held by him. He really had expected her to be back to normal but she seemed worse. At least yesterday, he could be her knight in shining armor and hold her in his arms. "David, maybe you shouldn't carry her. After all, neither of us really knows what she wants right now," Alyssa tried to console. "Better let her lead us." "I suppose you're right." David backed away from the door, defeated. It killed him to see his wife, a proud woman in her own right, reduced to that of a dog. Alyssa was ready to burst with joy. She wanted David to start reacting to his wife as he would a dog and letting her crawl around was the first step. Grace led everyone downstairs until she reached the sliding patio door. She then whined while scratching at the glass. "Maybe she heard something outside?" Alyssa already knew what she wanted, but decided to play ignorant. "Perhaps we should check it out?" She slid the door open and Grace quickly scurried off the deck. David watched in disbelief and Alyssa with joy as Grace first lifted her leg to pee and then squatted to take a shit. Grace held her head high as she came back into the house, proud she obeyed her Master. David buried his head in his hands, "How can I leave her alone if she needs to be let outside?" Alyssa took this opportunity to break the affectionate touch barrier. She pressed her body into his back and wrapped her arms around him in a reassuring way. "Why don't I stay with her? Besides, if you don't go to work, you'll blow a ten million dollar deal. Remember, you have that meeting with Mr. Gustafson to discuss him being a client at 12:30. Let me take care of her for you. It'll give me the time to make some phone calls too." David put his hands on Alyssa's. "Thanks." He glanced at the clock, "Damn, I have to hurry." "I'll call the office and have them assign Janine to you. Her boss just got shipped to San Francisco and she's good." "All right," David hollered back as he ran upstairs. "Just promise to take care of Grace." "I will." Alyssa finally let her jubilation appear with a big smile. "You did well Bitch." Alyssa wetted a handful of paper towels and cleaned up Grace. "There has got to be a better way to do this," She mumbled. When she was done she reached for a gummy bear. "There you go," Alyssa tossed it at her pet. Grace stood hunched on her knees, a proud expression on her face as she caught the treat in her mouth. "Nice catch. Just remember what you have to do to earn your new toy." Grace nearly forgot, as her need to go to the bathroom was too great. She darted immediately in the direction the man had gone. She was on a mission. She wanted her new shiny purple toy. David was almost ready for work. He had forgone his typical morning shower in lieu of the unforeseen delay that he encountered, but it couldn't be helped. He had just finished buttoning his white dress shirt and was tying his tie when Grace crawled in. He saw the look of determination in her eyes. "Grace, are what's the matter?" Grace upturned her nose when she heard that name. Master didn't like it so she didn't either. David let out a huff. He just finished his Windsor knot when Grace had started to rub her naked body against his thigh, her head nuzzling against his groin. His manhood reacted to the touch of his wife. He didn't know what to do. He was late, yes, but that wasn't on his mind. Could he really have sex with his wife while she was in this condition? His mind found clarity when she began licking his bulge through his pants. He unbuckled his belt and reached for Grace, intent on pulling her up and kissing her. She resisted and ran back downstairs. David stood there, confused as ever. Alyssa was on the phone with the head of the secretarial division at Arden Acquisitions. She informed him that David had an emergency that he needed her to take care of and she was hoping Janine could fill in for her for a short while. She specifically asked for Janine because she knew she was not only good, but she wouldn't try to go after David herself. She knew the secretaries very well and after all the work she was putting into this, she didn't want some floozy screwing it all up. Grace came in and laid by her feet and David came in soon after, still looking confused. Alyssa hung up the phone, "Okay, it's all set. Janine should be there when you arrive. Trust me when I say she's almost as good as me." David wasn't listening. "That was odd." He filled his insulated cup with coffee. "What was that?" Alyssa was eager to find out what her pet did, knowing she ran off to find him and came back a minute before he arrived. "Grace came into the bedroom and scoffed when I said her name. But the truly strange part was she seemed to be attacking me. Sexually I mean. When I went to reciprocate, she resisted and then frantically left." Alyssa glanced at David's pants. He was hard and his shaft was outlined in saliva. "Don't worry about it. I recall the last thing the hypnotist said was to make her think she was in heat. Maybe she just wanted to hump your leg." "You don't understand," David shook his head. "I almost fucked my wife while she thought she was a dog." He started crying. Alyssa embraced David. "It's not something to be upset about. Your reaction was a natural one. We all have primal urges and yours kicked in when a naked woman was molesting you." She kissed his cheek. "Now get going before you're really late. That wouldn't look good considering all your employees saw you drinking at the party last night." David allowed a small smile, "You know I couldn't do this without you. Thanks." When he left, Alyssa turned to Grace, "You know I couldn't do this without you. Thanks." She patted her head. For David, the day was chock full of worry. He still almost lost the Gustafson account due to the fact his mind wasn't into it. Luckily, Alyssa was right about Janine and she salvaged the problem. For Alyssa, the day was chock full of more obedience training, most notably was teaching Grace to go to the hose after going to the bathroom, let the water wet her, and then drag her ass on the ground to clean herself. She did not want to clean up shit again. It took some time, but with some hard spanks, she accomplished it. David rushed home to find Alyssa had just finished setting the table, a roast sitting at its center. Grace was not around. "David, so good to see you are home," Alyssa beamed a smile at him. "Come sit down and we'll talk." David obliged, his head looking around the room for Grace. "How was the Gustafson account? Did it go well?" Alyssa sat next to him, putting her hand atop his, immensely enjoying her portrayal of the happy housewife. "Fine. Janine was a big help. Where's Grace? Any change in her personality?" "First, allow me to say congratulations with the account. I know that was a big success for you. Grace is resting in the living room. Now let me tell you about my day." Alyssa gripped his hand tighter. "I spent most of it on the phone. I couldn't track down the Merlin guy at all. He's not listed, he doesn't have a website, and he's not affiliated with any entertainment agency in a fifty mile radius from here. I checked them all. I then contacted other hypnotists and they said there was nothing they could do without the 'trigger' word and they wouldn't be able to extract it." David was becoming fearful. Would his wife ever get back to normal? "But I still didn't give up," Alyssa continued her lie. "I called nearly every shrink in three counties. I finally got someone to help me, a Dr. Respert, and he told me that more than likely, it will wear off. That sometime in her past, she had a bad experience with a dog, the hypnotist triggered the memory, and this was somehow her retribution. He said we need to let it get out of her system and that could take some time. I also informed him about the 'heat' problem. He said if you act when she does it, you could scar her more." David put his head in his hands, "So she's acting like a dog because she wants to?" He shook his head. "I don't believe it. That doesn't make any sense." Alyssa stood and hugged David from behind, "Baby, don't get upset. He's an expert and we should trust him. Believe me, I checked out all his credentials. He graduated from Harvard." Alyssa smiled when he didn't object to her calling him 'Baby.' She knew he was too distraught to care, but it was all about planting the seed. "I didn't believe it either. I tried to get her to do something human. Something simple. I tried to get her to sit down and watch T.V. with me, but she wouldn't do it. She just curled up by my feet." She had to hide her smile as she thought about what really happened. She was watching T.V. with his wife's head buried her legs. "But don't worry. I'll stay here until she comes out of it. I want to help as much as I can." Alyssa then grabbed the large utensil fork and stabbed a piece of meat. "Here, have some roast. I had taken a culinary class when I was still in high school but I couldn't handle the speed of the kitchen. I go at my own pace to ensure everything tastes outstanding, so now you benefit from it." She put some of the beef on his plate followed by a scoop of potatoes. David just sat and enjoyed dinner, his wife was never this good of a cook, but what he appreciated most was Alyssa. She was putting her life on hold for him. She even found a capable replacement for her at the office. "You deserve a bonus." David said between bites. "I'm just glad I can help, so no thanks to the bonus," Alyssa laughed. Internally, she thought 'You're the only bonus I need.' "What kind of person would I be if I didn't help you in this unusual circumstance?" "I can never thank you enough for this." "You don't have to. I'm happy to help." David chuckled, "Okay, since you'll be helping me, I'm going to give you money to run the household and enough to supplement the income you'll be losing while you take a leave of absence. Deal?" "Deal." Alyssa sipped her wine. "By the way, I found out what Grace likes to be called." "What? How did you? What is it?" David was enthusiastic at the thought of possible communication with his wife. Alyssa put a fresh piece of roast on her empty plate. "Bitch, your dinner is ready." She then placed the plate on the floor. David stared dumbfounded, no way believing Grace would respond to that, but sure enough, moments later she came crawling into the dining room and began attacking the meat with just her mouth. "I tried every name I could think of after I spoke with the psychologist; Fido, Spot, Lassie. Nothing worked. Then I remembered the hypnotist. He never called her Grace, but he did refer to her as Bitch." "I'm not calling my wife that!" David exasperated. "I'm sorry David. I know this is hard for you, but she won't answer to anything else. That's the name she has given herself." David looked down at his wife. "Grace." Nothing. "Grace Anne Pearson." Nothing. "Honey," there was an almost pleading tone to his voice but still, nothing. "Bitch?" His heart sunk when Grace's head twisted up to look at him. "Seriously?" He let out a frustrated sigh. "Just remember," Alyssa comforted. "The doctor said to play along - for her sake. This is what she wants and if you let her, she'll come back to you." Life at the Pearson residence fell into a routine. For Alyssa, it was two things: the continuation of her plan and the degradation of Grace. The first required patience. The second she did constantly. She fed her dog food for breakfast, lunch, and whenever else David wasn't around. She bought her the largest size pet bed she could find for her to sleep in. She also had her pet pleasure her daily and then used the purple vibrator on her until she was about to cum and then stop; reminding her that she gets what she wants when David relents. She used the money and kept the household in perfect order and spent her money on provocative clothing and would sunbathe in the nude to enhance her body to entice David . Every so often, she would buy a squeaky toy for Grace and find amusement that she would play with it obsessively. But through all of that, she really was beginning to love her pet. She was always obedient. There was one odd encounter at the pet store when the shop clerk told her they were having a special on spaying and asked what breed of dog she had. Alyssa wondered how everyone would react if she brought her pet in. For David, the routine was difficult. He had a hard time coming to grips with calling his wife 'Bitch,' let alone treating her like a dog. But like a good soldier, he obeyed. The doctor that Alyssa spoke to had to know what he was talking about, he was a Harvard graduate after all. What was also hard was the fact his wife was constantly in heat. She never let up. Every chance she could, she mashed her nude body into his thigh or licked his dick through his pants. When he was able to get away from her, he would run into Alyssa wearing something either too small, too short, or too thin. He settled for masturbation sessions when he knew everyone was asleep, but even that started not to work as Grace would come in from time to time just crawling around, interrupting him. For Grace, all she wanted was release and didn't understand why that man was so stubborn. All he hed to do was please her Master. Alyssa was a good Master and she was trying like a mad dog to give her what she wanted. Stupid human; making her wait to enjoy her shiny purple toy. Over time, David began to change. He started to pet and play with Bitch. He would put his plate on the floor so she could lick it. He also took notice of Alyssa. Her youthful look, the way her black hair cascaded down to her shoulders, her athletic appearance. And her smile - wow- he loved that when he came home she was there affectionately smiling and was sincerely concerned about his day. And he absolutely loved the way she called him "Baby." It was a stark contrast to what his wife was. It wasn't better or worse, but he was able to appreciate the differences. He thought he had the perfect marriage, but he began to think 'could there be something more?' Alyssa knew David was teetering on the brink. He had even started calling her "Sweetie." But she was certain when he finally came home one day and didn't ask if there was any change in Grace. He seemed more upbeat as he ate dinner and had a wonderful conversation with her as he petted Bitch why she did her usual routine of rubbing and licking. At the end of the evening, when David said his usual goodnight to Alyssa, he reached up and cupped her face, his finger lightly making a small circle on her cheek. She looked up expectantly and he knew. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers and she eagerly reciprocated. Alyssa was overwhelmed with happiness. It was happening. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. As soon as she did, David's tongue went on the prowl, combing over every part of her mouth with precision. It was her first kiss with the man she loved for three years and she savored it. When they at last pulled away, both were smiling. "What do you say to staying in my room tonight?" David asked, his voice deep and full of want. Alyssa didn't hesitate, "How about forever?" David stood paralyzed for a moment. He glanced down to Bitch and blinked before smiling back at Alyssa. "Just promise me you won't get turned into a cat," He half chuckled out. "Promise." Alyssa pecked him on the lips. David took hold of Alyssa's hand and took a step toward the master bedroom but Alyssa didn't move. "I wanted you to know I bought something for Bitch." "Are you sure this can't wait?" David hinted in his tone he was beyond ready for something else. "It's something I need you to do before I go in there. It'll only take a second." "All right, what is it?" David let out an amused sigh. Alyssa hurried into her room and pulled out the collar. Only this time there was an engraved pendant of a little poodle that said 'Bitch' as well as the house phone number. She came back and handed it to him. David stared at it. He understood what Alyssa needed. She needed to know it was over with Grace. He took a deep breath and approached Bitch. When he wrapped the collar around her throat, he whispered, more to himself than anyone, "Sorry Honey. I just can't wait for you any longer." He snapped it tight. He then reached down and took her wedding ring from her finger. Grace licked his cheek. David stood and faced Alyssa, "I'm not sure how I can get a divorce with her in that state of mind, but would you do me the honor of always being by my side? I love you, Sweetie." Alyssa held out her left hand and David slipped the ring on her finger. Tears of joy stormed down Alyssa's cheeks. She jumped in his arms and mauled him with quick kisses. "I love you too and that's a yes just in case you didn't realize." She kissed him again, this time with passion. "Let's celebrate in the bedroom, Baby." David carried Alyssa to the room. With each step, with an almost maniacal need after months of torment, he tore an article of clothing off her. Alyssa was over giddy in her own right, not relinquishing his lips with hers. As he set her down on the bed, she saw his erection, still down the left leg. She licked her lips in anticipation. After all this time, she was getting what she desired. Her hands went to his belt buckle, unclasping it in a fit of lust. David swiftly got rid of his tie. He then began unbuttoning his white shirt as his eyes looked over the young woman before him. She had a hard body, a nice tan, and her tits were pert - and she was attacking him with gusto. By the time he slid his shirt off, she had all his lower garments pooled at his feet. He went to push her down on the bed. "No," Alyssa responded to his nonverbal request. "I waited too long not to try this." Alyssa's head went forward, her lips encasing the head of her now former boss's cock, her tongue lightly coating it with saliva. She began nuzzling it in her cheek and then let it out with a pop. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft, playfully teasing every square inch. She pulled back with a smile, "Now this is a good piece of meat." Her head immediately went back to task. With her mouth open, she lunged forward, getting half way down his rigid pole. In a quick movement, she bobbed again, going even further. Her cheeks began to hollow as she put an airtight seal around his stiff rod and kept going up and down; further, harder, faster, and ultimately down her throat. David was in a state of bliss. Grace never deep throated him. She rarely even 'kissed it' as she had called it. But here was Alyssa giving him a blowjob like a professional. His hips involuntarily started to rock forward, meeting her movements with precision. After eight months with just his hand, he was about ready to blow. He looked down at the sight of this wanton woman and he realized he wanted more than this. It was to be their first time together and he wanted it to be memorable for her as well. David pushed Alyssa back and this time she didn't stop him. He crawled up her body, kissing and licking along the way; feet, legs, thighs were all covered with small pecks. He came to her pussy and he inhaled. The scent was intoxicating. He let out a small breath and her body gave a small shudder, causing him to smile. He momentary paused for anticipation before he licked from top to bottom to get acquainted. He then began a detailed assault, his tongue started at the lips, grazing over each, before slowly inserting further, swirling as it went. He was meticulous in his devouring, not a speck of her channel untouched by his actions. His hands, not to be outdone, assisted as well, with one moving to her breasts and the other finding a home on her mons, allowing access for his thumb to graze her special pearl. Alyssa was writhing. All this time, she just knew David would be the considerate lover she never had and here he was proving as such. Any of her boyfriend's prior never would have done this without her insistence and then it was only a halfhearted attempt. But this... he was taking his time, working her up to a frenzy and she needed an outlet - Now. Alyssa wrapped her legs around David, rocking twice before she had enough of him to flip him over. She quickly straddled her confused man, soon to be lover. "I need you inside me." Alyssa grabbed hold of his cock and put it right at her entrance. He didn't hesitate and thrust his hips upward as she slid down. "Oh fuck yeah, David. Fuck me!" That was something else David wasn't used to - dirty talk. But he knew he could definitely get used to it. It spurred him on even more and he grunted his response as his forceful insertions became more frequent. "Holy fuck, your cock just fills me up. I love it!" Alyssa was bouncing at a fervent pace, meeting each thrust with a sense of purpose. She also pulled out all of her tricks. First, she added a quick grinding movement with each impalement. She then moved forward and back with each plummet. But when she twisted her frame atop his cock, screwing him like a corkscrew, they both lost it. David let out a long guttural moan of satisfaction while Alyssa wailed something fierce, panting as she collapsed on top of David's muscular physique. David enveloped Alyssa in his arms, his fingers playfully entangling in her hair. "So what should we do with Bitch when we go on our honeymoon?" Bitch went into the spare bedroom and grabbed hold of her oversized doggy bed with her teeth. She dragged it into the master bedroom and placed it by the foot of the bed. She gazed happily at Alyssa, her Master, at finally getting her man. She curled up into her bed with dreams of tomorrow. She was sure she would get to play with her shiny purple toy for as long as she wanted. That and the fact there was no happier life than hers.

_©2011 1946EW_ Gregg Owens was smiling broadly as he reached under the table and brought out the 2 X 4. As he held the polished 3 ft. hickory slab, most of the other party goers of his firm also begin smiling, most with shit-eating grins. Eyes flitted from Maude Roukema, the sexagenarian bookkeeper, to Rodney Skelton, the 19-year old office boy. Rod was not sure what was going on. In the eight months he had worked for Owens, Owens, and Owens, he had realized that many of the office activities were not exactly kosher. Not illegal or shady, just that there was a looseness in the ambiance of this office that he had not expected, and with which he was not too comfortable. This office party was a perfect example of that ambiance. It was the Christmas party. Or should that be New Year's party. It was held annually on the Friday between Christmas and New Year's Day. Given the variety of religious beliefs of the staff of Tri-O, as the staff called the company, a Christmas party was not exactly right, but a seasonal party was, so Gertrude Owens, of the founding generation of Owens, had settled on that inter-day Friday. It also was usually the last day of the year. Except when New Years or Christmas occurred on a Friday or Saturday. Then the party was moved to the preceding Thursday, which also would be the last work day of the year. Tri-O was closed on both New Years' Eve and New Years' Day. Like the other parties Tri-O held each month, this was a combination potluck and company sponsored affair. Any staffer who wanted to bring something could, but was not required to do so. The company paid for a catered spread which suited every taste, and the booze was also on the company. Rod had noticed that there were certain relationships between various staffers of an amorous nature ... relationships of all kinds. Black/white, white/Latino, Latino/Asian, married/married, but not to each other, young/old. He noticed that there seemed to be a special preference for older women with younger men, but since none of the relationships seemed to be exclusive ... or intense ... he thought that he may be reading into the interplay and camaraderie of co- workers something that wasn't there. But he couldn't mistaken the quite familiar way the hands of the older women moved against his body when he danced with them. And they all insisted that he dance with them! Gregg was looking at Maude, who was beaming back at him. "Well, Maude," he smirked, "You get the 2 X 4 again." "That's four years running, girl," Connie Morella shrieked. "Why don't you retire so I can have a go?" Maude smiled sweetly at Connie, then advanced to the head table and took the lumber from Gregg. She looked over her co-workers as all eyes turned to Rod. Rod looked around nervously. "Skelton," Owens barked in his official I-am-the-boss voice that Rod usually heard. "We have a tradition here at Owen, Owen and Owen. It was started by my grandmother. At the end of the year, at the company's last party for the year, the oldest woman in the firm gets to take the youngest male in the firm home. That woman is Maude, that man is you." Rod's mouth dropped. He had never considered having sex with any of the women at the firm, the youngest of which was at least ten years his senior. Before he could respond, Tyrone Washington stepped up to his side, placing his big black hand on his shoulder, looking at their boss. "Gregg, you still can't help being abrupt." Tyrone squeezed Rod's shoulder and looked at him. "You don't have to go home with Maude if you don't want to, Rodney. It's a tradition here, but it's not mandatory." He looked at Maude. "Maude, could you bring the stud over here." Rodney was confused, thinking Tyrone was talking about a person. Maude walked over to the pair, carrying the 2 x 4 like a baseball bat. Reaching the two, she handed the lumber to Tyrone. Tyrone held the wood up for Rodney to see. There was a row of little brass plaques down one of the 4 inch sides of the stud, 3 inches by one inch, with a woman's name, a man's name, and a year. Tyrone smiled at the young man. "At the top you see the name Jane Owens. That's Gregg's grandmother. When she ran this company—it was Owens, Inc. then—she took a fancy to one of the younger employees. That's his name below hers. He's moved on to other pastures, grateful for his time here. Well, she asked him to drive her home, saying she was too drunk to drive. From what I hear of her, there's not enough scotch in the world to get her that drunk." Tyrone smiled at Gregg, who smiled back wanly. "Well, she got the young man into her condo then had her way with him. For a whole weekend. When they came into the office the following Monday, together, there were lots of smirks and gossip. When the men went out to lunch together, one of them asked if ..." Tyrone looked at the 2 x 4 closely. "Scotty had to tie a two by four to his ask to keep from falling in. Scotty flattened the guy. Well, Rodney, you know what a gossip mill this place is. Word got back to Jane about what was said and Scotty's reaction. That Friday, at close of business, Jane brought out this 2 x 4, with that first plaque. She handed it to Scotty and told him she expected him to put it to good use. She then looped her arm in his and walked toward the door. Just before leaving, she turned to the jokester and told him to clean out his desk. Then the two sauntered out. Or that's the way I've been told the story." All the time Tyrone was talking, Maude was beaming at Rodney, the lust unmistakable in her eyes. Tyrone took the stick from her, and held it up so that the last few plaques were at Rodney's eyes. "As you can see, the last three plaques have Maude's name on them. You see whose name is also on the last two?" Rodney leaned forward to read the small engraving. Then he turned in shock to Tyrone. "You!" Tyrone nodded. "Yeah, buddy. If you pass Maude up, then I'm the next youngest. And you don't have to do this. Gregg is not going to fire you, and most of us will treat you as we always had ... whether you like it or not." Tyrone chuckled at this. Rodney looked from the lumber to Maude to Tyrone then around the room. All eyes were on him. He noticed the men's gazes were smirky, while the women's were apprehensive, but he couldn't determine why. Tyrone squeezed his shoulder again. "Give it a try, Rod." He looked at the old woman. "I did, and I went back the next year. And I'm ready this year." Maude looked at the tall Black man, tears of gratitude welling in her eyes. She turned back to Rodney. "If the young man finds me undesirable, I understand." She looked at Tyrone. "Looks like you're back in the saddle, Ty." "Uh ... uh ..." Rodney stammered. All eyes were on him again. "It's ... it's not that ... I mean ... This is something I've never done before." Maude smiled at him. "What have you not done before? Have sex with a woman old enough to be your grandmother? Have sex with a co-worker? Or have sex?" Rodney looked down. "Uh ... uh ... all of that." Maude smiled devilishly. "You mean ... you're a virgin?" The room resounded with hoots, howls, chuckles and giggles as Rodney shook his head affirmatively. "Oh brother, a virgin!" "I can't believe it!" "Maude, you've got to throw him back!" Tyrone looked at Maude. "Well?" Maude looked at Tyrone, then Rodney. "Wait here." She turned and left, returning with both her coat and Rodney's. She laid his over the back of a chair, handing her to him, then turning her back. Rodney took the hint and held it for her. She turned to face him, picked up his coat and returned the favor. Tyrone handed the 2 x 4 to him, while Maude looped her arm in his free one. As the passed the liquor table, she grabbed an unopened bottle of champagne. She stopped just before the outer door, turned and held up the bottle with one hand, then Rodney's arm with the hand holding the 2 x 4. To the applause of their boss and co-workers, they walked out into the December night.

The phone rang as they laid in bed relaxing. Sex had been good that morning and neither of them felt like getting up yet. She answered the phone. "Hello," she said. "Hi! It's Nella," replied the voice on the phone. "Hey Nella. How are you?" she asked. "I'm doing fine. Did I catch you in bed?" Nella asked. "Yeah, you did. We're just laying here in the afterglow," she giggled. "Oh wow! I wondered. Your voice had that whole sexy tone to it. It's about 9:30am there isn't it?" "Yeah Nella. It is so good to hear from you. I missed you last time because of the laundry," she said. "I remember that, which is why I called early. How's life?" Nella asked. "Busy. That's why today is a flake out and sleep in day," she said. "And playtime day," Nella teased. "Definitely," she said. He laughed too, because he could hear Nella too. "How's your Sir? Did he pass his tests?" she asked. "Yup, The big do or die test is done. He has two others left. I get to see him in a couple of weeks," Nella said. "It's been so long, it will be like we just met! I am so horny. He calls and I'm all wet. Oh, and he asked who you were 'cause I mentioned you in that one blog post. I explained that we've known each other for nearly 17 years." "Yeah, we were both on the homeschooling list way back in '93 or '94," she said. "Yup and I'm still homeschooling. Damn! How's life at your house?" Nella asked. "Good. He's keeping busy. Our housemate is a sweetie and the ex's... are ex's. I see mine as little as possible," she said. He giggled again in the background, and started tickling her ribs ever so lightly. "I've been reading your blog. Haven't commented much, but I enjoy the stories," Nella said. "Good. I read your's too. Oh my some of those are... um... Hot." she said. "You need power tools if you two keep reading and writing those stories," he said. "Yeah, we will," she replied. "What did he say?" asked Nella. "He said if we keep writing and reading, we'll need power tools," she said. "He's insinuating that we are two horny women." "He's got that right. Sir said I'm hornier than most 20 year olds," said Nella. "Damn right we are. You on the East cost and me in the mountains," she said. "If we ever get together, it could be a real blaze," she giggled. He stood up out of the bed and went to the dresser. Opening a box, he pulled out her vibrator, a lovely new toy. The rabbit. Walking back to the bed, he waited until he had her attention and then waved it at her. "No!" she mouthed at him. He smiled and crawled back onto the bed. Clicking it to the first vibrating setting, he started to run it over her skin. "What's going on?" asked Nella. "He went and grabbed power tools, and is teasing me with it," she said. "Power tools?" Nella asked. "My rabbit vibrator," she said, having a little trouble concentrating on speaking as he was moving the vibrator around to the best advantage. "He has this game he plays... we play. Whenever the phone interrupts playtime, if we have to answer it, the one on the phone gets picked on by the other. Usually it's my Dad or my one son that calls. I started it one time when Dad wanted to talk to him, and kept giving him a blow job. Ever since... th..then, it has been open season," she finally finished. "That gives a whole new meaning to phone sex!" said Nella. "Ohhh, yeah," she said, trying not to gasp as he picked up the pace on the vibrator. "He realizes that we write about everything, especially on our blogs, doesn't he?" Nella asked. "Ohhhh.... y..yeah," she gasped. "He knows! And I am sooo.... so... writing about this!" she said. "I'm counting on that," he said and started laughing. "Did I hear him right?" asked Nella. "Yup!" she said and started laughing. All of them started laughing. "Are you gonna te..tell your Sir about our little game?" she gasped out between giggles and the building orgasm. "Oh yeah. Although I'm not allowed to answer the phone when we are together," Nella said. "Mmmaybe you two can mm..ake an exception, and call me," she said. "Yes, and the two men can both be brats," said Nella. All three of them laughed, as he could hear the phone conversation too. "Well, I'd better get going, I've got to finish up lunch and then deal with the last two hours of work," said Nella. "Oh kay,"she said. "It was so good to talk to you! Are you calling next Saturday?" "Yup! Have fun you two!" said Nella. "Bye!" "Bye Nella!" they said together. "Now that was fun," he said as he turned up the vibrator. "Yyyyou are... a ...brat!" she said a she put the phone down. "Don't go telling me you didn't like this?" he said as he moved the vibrator to a better position, watching her stiffen as the orgasm that had been building began to wash over her. "Oh... no! I love it. Jjjjust that it is soo... so.. so... hard to talk on the phone," she moaned. "Oh I don't know. I didn't have any problems," he said. "You weren't the one being played with this time!" she said. "Nope!" he said as he grinned. "Any bets she had to head to the bathroom to take care of an itch?" he asked. "No, Poor dear, having to sit there all horny. Her Sir usually calls her too on Ssssaturdays," she said. He turned up the vibrator again and wiggled it just right. She stopped talking as the orgasm washed over her. "Oh!" was all she could say. "You know, I love the way you wiggle your hips and scream," he said moving the vibrator to one side and crawling between her legs. She was soaked, and felt so good as he entered. It wasn't long before they both shuddered with orgasms. They collapsed to the bed to recover. An hour or so later, they got up and showered. She had a smile on her face, and he wondered what that was all about. "Hon, what you smiling about?" he asked. "Oh, Great sex, and a story to write," she said. "You wouldn't!" he said. "Oh yes, I am," she said and went out to make tea. She had a very sweet story to write.

Ring; Sarah heard something soft interrupt her sweet dream. Ring; there it is again, she opens her eyes slightly as she moves toward consciousness. Ring; she snaps awake and grabs the phone quickly before the machine can answer it. She hears the metallic voice and her spirits rise immediately. Please, please, let it be Claremont. She thinks. Sarah is a 23 year old substitute teacher with big dreams. She just graduated from college last spring and now was trying desperately to get her foot in someone's door. Everyone has been telling her teachers were needed everywhere. What she was finding out now much to her chagrin was that that was not exactly true, at least not in this town. She had already gone through 4 interviews and received 4 rejections. We are looking for someone with a little experience. How many times has she heard that? Sarah listened to the voice, waiting for the details. Please, she continued to beg with all her energy. Then she heard it. Yes! It was a math class at Claremont High School, her dream school. She so wanted to work there. The school was perfect, very large, in a middle class neighborhood close to where she grew up. This was another chance for her to get herself seen and start to build up some sort of network. She was learning quickly that in this industry it was how many people you knew that mattered in determining how many opportunities would come your way. She could play that game. Sarah jumped out of bed and whisked herself into the bathroom. She had plenty of time as she didn't have to get there for another 90 minutes but she was having trouble containing her excitement. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought, especially for just rolling out of bed. Her face was pretty, the beauty of youth. Her skin was on the light side but flawless like a porcelain doll. Her shoulder-length hair, while unruly at the moment, had that natural curliness so many people classified as "cute". She grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth quickly. Sarah was a unique young girl, while being very attractive and sensual, because of her strict religious upbringing her thoughts did not wander over to sex very often. She is a virgin, technically, as no penis had ever penetrated her. She had been involved in many heavy petting sessions but has stuck to her guns so far in saving that last bastion of innocence for her future husband. When sex did cross her mind, it embarrassed her and it usually involved a dark room and never anything that would be considered scandalous of any sort. This feature of her personality made her even more attractive to most guys. She came across as innocent and naïve. While she was innocent compared to most girls she was far from naïve. Sarah knew very well how guys minds worked she just wasn't real interested in that except when she could use it to help herself. The hot water felt good rolling over her body. She loaded up generously with soap and spread it over her tight body. She loved the way her tummy was still tight and small, the many hours in the gym still paying off. Her breasts were not large but big enough to be noticed and that was about all she thought about them. She rubbed soap across her nipples and felt them harden. They were very sensitive and it didn't help that no one else had touched them for a while. She rubbed the soap down her slender long legs. Sarah was not very tall, around 5'5" but most of that was leg and she needed all of them to hold up her best feature, her well-formed ass. It was again not incredibly large but on Sarah's small frame it really stood out and when she packed it in a pair of jeans most of the male eyes were glued to it as she passed by. Sarah finally soaped up between her legs. She was shaven smooth down there not because of anything sexual but she thought it felt cleaner to her. It felt good to her whenever she did touch herself but she pretended to ignore it and moved on even though her fingers would linger there sometimes a little longer than they needed to. Sarah jumped out of the shower and dried herself off before wrapping herself in her plush robe. She wrapped her wet hair in her towel and started to make herself up. She used so little makeup most people would consider it none. She did put on a soft red lipstick today that made her lips stand out from her pale complexion. She finished and turned to her closet to select what she would wear today. It was Friday, a typical casual day for school but Sarah wanted to dress to impress today. She needed to be noticed and she wanted to look as professional as she could. She selected her favorite black skirt. It was simple and came to a few inches above her knees and she thought it looked great on her. The skirt would have been considered short to her mom's generation and Sarah was very conservative in her dress. However, Sarah was also young and compared to everything else in the stores this skirt was long so it fit right in with Sarah's conservative nature. What shirt to wear? She picked out a white one and put it back. She didn't want to look like a factory worker. She needed a little more color. She finally decided on a soft yellow shirt that buttoned up the front. It was sleeveless but she had a pretty little white sweater she could wear over it and she would look very nice. Clothes always made Sarah feel good and today combined with her teaching opportunity made her almost giddy. She opened her underwear drawer. Sarah's underwear collection would not be considered conservative. While it would not in any way be considered slutty Sarah did love lace so all of her stuff was lace and with her body being so small her stuff was also very tiny. Not that she owned any thongs, those things were so uncomfortable, but her panty collection was quite lovely. She picked out a pair of yellow lace panties and the matching bra. Another of Sarah's quirks was that she detested pantyhose. It made her feel so constricted not to mention they were usually very hot when the temperature was high. She so loved colored stockings so this was her one non-conservative clothing choice that would ever be visible to anyone. She selected a pair of black stockings. Sarah dressed quickly and loosened the towel around her hair. It was not completely dry but dry enough to not wet her clothes so she fluffed it a little and she was ready to go. She grabbed her light white sweater and bounced into the kitchen to eat breakfast. Mr. Jack Thompson sat at his principal's desk in Claremont High School. He was rubbing his temples as he looked over the personnel roster for today. He had 3 teachers already called in sick. He had only one sub locked in at the moment, Sarah Johnson. She had worked here before but she was very young. He liked her and thought she was going to be a great teacher. The kids loved her too but she was young and hot so that was to be expected. Thompson had a good heart but he was also a normal male and this Johnson girl was a nice little package that put a little tingle in his crotch. He smiled and shook his head, wiping those thoughts away and got back to his problem. He had originally penciled her into the freshman math class. Johnson was math and science certified and she had worked with that grade level before so that was a no-brainer. Now his problem was that he had two other spots to fill and the sub system was getting to the bottom of the barrel. He had senior math and junior English open. He couldn't use Johnson for the English but she could take the senior math. He hesitated giving her seniors, especially since he had a couple of 19 yr old repeaters in that class that were trying to pass the class for the third time. He had no choice as he could fill the freshman math with a TA if he had to but the seniors really needed a certified teacher. Well, it is Friday and she should be able to handle one day without a problem. He would check on her often and this could be a good test for her. He erased her name and wrote it in the senior spot, now he had to try and round up two others. He got up and went to see if his secretary had an update. Sarah was singing loudly to the radio as she drove down the expressway. Her favorite song was on and she was so psyched that she just had to sing. She was only 10 minutes from school when Mr. Thompson penciled in her name for senior math, the first of many small things that sealed her fate for the day. Had he known what that little change would do to Sarah's life he might have reconsidered? Sometimes, however, our fates are determined for us so Sarah continued to sing and drove on towards what would turn out to be one of the most important days of her young life. "Get the fuck out of bed! Can't you try and start one day NOT like a fucking low-life?" a shrill voice ripped through Tyshawn's brain, ripping him out of a deep sleep. He rubbed his face and rolled over in bed. Yep, she's still here, he thought. She was his stepmother, a bitch if there ever was one. What his dad saw in her was beyond him, but then again his dad wasn't around much with him running between three jobs. So Tyshawn got to spend day after day with this bitch. He reached down and felt his cock, morning wood again, his huge shaft felt like steel in his hand. He had to get some pussy today or he would go insane. Maybe he could get one of the white whores to open up for him. He had no other choice as he went to Claremont High School and there weren't any black girls there. Tyshawn and his two friends Jesse and Frank were in a special program that had them bussed to a suburban school. Tyshawn was no dummy by any means, he was one of the best students in his old school but that wasn't hard, most kids only went to school a couple of days a week. His dad thought it would be his ticket out of the neighborhood to get into the program and go to Claremont. Tyshawn fit in relatively well considering he was one of only three blacks among 1500 students. Most of his acceptance was due to the fact that he was an incredible athlete in pretty much any sport he tried. He played tailback for the football team and point guard for the basketball team and was the best player on both teams. Not everyone at Claremont was so accepting, however, he saw the looks and heard the whispering from some people. He was very rarely confronted, at least ever since he pounded that senior redneck in his freshman year in the bathroom. Tyshawn smiled every time he thought of that episode. He hit the guy once in the gut and then across his jaw once and dropped him. It happened so fast his redneck buddies didn't even have time to step in although when Tyshawn remembered the rage he felt at that moment it made him wonder sometimes how many of them he would have taken out had they tried. Tyshawn got into the shower, his powerful body rippling as the water ran down and dripped off his impressive cock, still erect. He rubbed it a little but he refused to masturbate. His juice was meant for the girls not to run down his shower drain. Sometimes he would succumb but this wasn't to be one of those days. He thought of the white girls that had tasted his dick over the last four years and smiled. He was especially fond of the blonde ones as he loved the way their white skin and blonde hair contrasted to his dark skin. He especially loved to look down and see his cock sliding in and out of their sweet little mouths. Yes, that was quite a lovely sight. He got out of the shower and got dressed quickly, hoping to get out of the house without seeing the bitch again. He walked into the little kitchen, it was filthy again. The bitch wasn't exactly an award-winning housekeeper. No, her only talent as far as he could see was screaming at him. "Well, look at that, dogshit walks." He heard her voice from behind him. He felt his anger rising. He turned to confront her. "If it's not too much trouble could you try and not fuck up today, I have to go to work and your dad has to work until 7:00 so no one will be around to go pick up your sorry ass." She said to his face, her eyes cold and hard. Tyshawn felt himself getting madder and madder and he felt his face turn. He didn't see it at all until he felt her hand slap the side of his face hard. He recoiled and instinctively balled his right fist and held back at the last minute. "Go ahead and try it tough guy, it'll be the last thing you do around here. I can finally convince your dad to put your ass in reform school where you belong instead of that pussy white school you go to." She said, the spit flying out of her mouth. Tyshawn knew his dad would kill him and very well could send him away if he hit her but oh it would be so sweet. He fought back his anger and turned and walked out of the house. His mood was ruined for the day, he was pissed and horny and that always was a deadly combination. Sarah pulled up in front of the school as Tyshawn was feeling the sting of his stepmother's hand. She could not possibly know that another event was unfolding that would have a huge influence on her as she walked into the school, her pretty skirt blowing in the wind, showing off her long legs wrapped in black nylon. Mr. Thompson was walking back into his office when he saw Sarah come through the front door. God damn, that girl was fine, he thought. He loved her curly hair framing her porcelain face and those legs. He came to his senses and called out to her. "Good morning, Miss Johnson, can you come into my office for a minute?" he said. Sarah looked up to see the principal speaking to her. She got a little excited that he knew her name. She knew his but she didn't think he knew her at all. She followed him into his office. "Have a seat." He said and motioned to the chair in front of his desk. Sarah sat down and crossed her legs, smoothing down her skirt. Mr. Thompson sat on the corner of his desk, his eyes locked for just a second on her thighs as she crossed her legs. Did he see a glimpse of stocking top? No, this girl was way too conservative to wear stockings. He must have been imagining things. "Miss Johnson, I have to ask you to do a favor for me." He said. She looked up at him and leaned forward a little. She was obviously anxious to make a good impression, he thought. "Anything, Mr. Thompson. What do you need?" she said. Her innocent eyes looking at him, not realizing how what she just said could be misconstrued so easily. His mind raced for a second, well you could kneel down right her and blow me, he thought. Or bend over the desk right here. Those two images flew across his brain and he felt his cock start to harden a little. He shifted his hands to his lap. "I have a problem today. I have three teachers out and only two certified subs. You are the only one math certified and I have two math classes. One of them is the freshman class you have worked before and the other is a senior class. I had you slated for the freshman but I need you to take the senior class for me." He said. He formed it as a request even though he knew in her situation she pretty much had to do it. Sarah heard him and thought quickly. Seniors? She had never taught seniors before. In fact the oldest kids she had ever taught were 9th graders even in her student teaching. Could she handle it? She was a little nervous when she realized they would only be about 5 years younger than her. "Miss Johnson, can you do that for me?" Thompson asked again. "Umm, yes, yes, I guess so, Mr. Thompson. I have never taught seniors before." She stammered. "I understand that but I feel confident you can handle it. I will be around to help and the Math department will be there to help also." He said. She felt her confidence grow as she heard him tell her he thought she could handle it. Maybe this was her chance to prove herself and help her land a permanent job. "No problem, Mr. Thompson, I will do it." She said. "Thank you so much, Miss Johnson. You're a lifesaver and I won't forget this." He said. She smiled wide and stood up and shook his hand. "It is room 105, last door on the right down this hall." He said. "Thank you sir. I'm sure it will go fine." Sarah said and turned to leave his office, unaware that his eyes were locked onto her ass as it swayed back and forth. _(look for Chapter 2)_

**1 - Anticipation** How could she have got into this situation, Alexa asked herself as she lay bound, gagged, blindfolded and practically naked on the bed. It was not as though she had been drinking; a couple of glasses of white wine with lunch, that was all. And she couldn't bring herself to believe that she had been manipulated by the conversation. Wondering at her predicament, she became aware of the tranquility of her surroundings; outside, birds were chattering, and the heat from the early afternoon sun flooding into the airy room warmed her skin, Although the house was set in spacious grounds, making the likelihood of a stranger spying upon her remote, she felt sexually exposed. Brad would be shocked. And where was Chantelle? She took a deep breath and tried to focus, a difficult task when strands of her long blonde hair, cascading sensually over her bare shoulders, traitorously stimulated her exposed nipples. It was not as though Brad was still her boyfriend; two years filled with lack of commitment and chauvinism had finally got to her. For the sake of their relationship, she had worked long, demanding hours – her employer's expectations had far exceeded either her job description or any appropriate remuneration – and she been expected to pay the bills on the trashy apartment they shared. In addition, Brad never performed chores, for this was not expected of a novelist internally toiling on complex plot mechanisms and narrative language. Instead, he spent days sitting on the couch downing beers, smoking pot and watching porn with his literary buddies. Last month, after discovering the paucity of his – still unpublished - output, she had finally found the courage to leave him. Soon, she was plagued with ranting, raving and begging messages on her voicemail. At one point, he even alluded to their 'good loving'; she had almost laughed out loud, for after an initial flurry of passion, their sex had been sporadic and unadventurous. Earlier that week, and after what seemed like the hundredth pathetic call, Chantelle had snatched the cellphone, placed it into a dish and then microwaved it for a minute. 'Now, you will have the peace you deserve.' she had said, after instructing Jeanette to dispose of the remains. The stench had been gross, but to Alexa it smelled of liberation. She felt comfortable enough to voice her concerns with her new housemate about how difficult it would be for the office to get in touch with her; Chantelle had promised that they would purchase a new cellphone that weekend. 'If you still want one by then.' she had added. Alexa, wondering what she had meant, began to realize, as the week progressed, how the volume of work-related calls had previously invaded her personal time. And now it was Saturday; in her present position she considered it most unlikely that she would be going to the mall. She was firmly strapped to the bed, the muscles in her arms and legs stretched, the white linen sheet crisp against her skin. Her cotton thong, the only clothing Chantelle had allowed her to wear, grew moist; Alexa had never experienced anticipation as intense as this before. And never with another woman. Where was Chantelle? From their first meeting, at the gym, the young blonde had been impressed by the older woman's decisive, nurturing nature. She commanded respect. Maybe even whilst making this acquaintance, Alexa was planning to leave Brad; in any event, physical fitness was an activity she had sought to order to improve her self-esteem; proudly, she had persevered in her regime despite of her boyfriend's constant morale-sapping comments. At the end of one particularly grueling exercise session, Chantelle had boldly sat beside Alexa and introduced herself. She was tall. Her hair was dark, and her body well toned. She spoke with a French accent. Almost immediately, she had endeared herself to the young blonde by making the unusual admission of being over thirty years old. In their next few meetings, Alexa became informed of both Chantelle's lesbianism and her familiarity with bondage and domination. These admissions, far from being threatening, had created a sexual frisson; Alexa had experienced some interesting fantasies featuring her new friend. Almost naturally, they began arranging to meet socially, firstly through coordinating their gym sessions and then organizing work lunches. It was during one of these meetings that the younger woman revealed the true nature of her relationship with Brad; Chantelle offered, in the event of a separation, to share her home with her new friend for as long as necessary. Alexa, lying helpless on the bed, suddenly realized that, to a great extent, it was this offer that had given her the strength to end the relationship. And her time with Chantelle had been exhilarating - good food, stimulating conversation, concerts, art exhibitions, discussions with a number of exotic and interesting people – many of whom lived in the quarter of town her ex- boyfriend and his friends had dismissed as filled with freaks. Especially interesting was Denise, a quiet, introspective girl who worked as a body piercer and tattooist, More than anything, the two woman, when together, enjoyed the luxury of each other's company. It became obvious that the French brunette possessed a substantial income; the house was elegantly furnished, and a maid was employed. Jeanette was also European, and appeared a similar age as Alexa. She seemed to live in an area of the house the young blonde had not dared to discover. Sometimes, she would be hard at work when Alexa woke at six, scrubbing or dusting, invariably wearing skinny jeans and a plain T-shirt. On other days, she did not appear until mid-afternoon, a strange glow warming her skin. The first of her two most striking features were her piercings. These were almost certainly the work of Denise, for when the two young women met, there was an obvious familiarity. Her tongue had been studded twice, and her ears three times on each lobe. The other extreme style concerned her hair. She was as blonde as Alexa, but the cut so short that she could have passed for a marine cadet. Alexa was intrigued by the relationship between Jeanette and Chantelle; although the brunette behaved in an efficient manner towards the maid, they travelled together, as equals, to visit their friends. There was also an enigmatic undercurrent to their exchanges. And it was this subject, which Alexa had queried whilst at lunch that very day, which precipitated the situation she now found herself in. 'She is my slave, and I am her mistress.' Chantelle explained. Alexa's first reaction was embarrassment; although they were eating on the balcony of the Frenchwoman's house, she was frightened such intimacy would be overheard. 'She obeys my every command', the brunette continued, 'and at present these include household duties'. The young blonde was shocked and yet excited at this revelation. She asked why Jeanette would subject herself to such an arrangement. 'Because, at present, it suits her', the older brunette replied. 'It is my responsibility as a mistress to ensure that she enjoys our sexual journey. We have both travelled to a place we could hardly have imagined when we first embarked on this arrangement. If she no longer feels satisfied – if her heart calls her to take a different path...' – the older woman paused for a moment – '... then I will respect her wishes. She knows this. Our relationship is simple. I sexually stimulate, use and play with her body for our mutual benefit, and expect obedience in exchange for providing financial and emotional security. And, like you, she has been in need of such security.' With that statement, Alice suddenly realized the extent to which she was indebted to Chantelle's charity. She thought of the lifestyle she had enjoyed over the last few weeks, compared it to the drudgery of her relationship with Brad, and then imagined Jeanette tied, chained, whipped and satisfying her mistress with her pierced tongue - treacherously, she felt herself both tingling with excitement and experiencing a wave of jealousy towards the maid. Such intensity of emotion almost overwhelmed her. Then, with subtlety, Chantelle asked if she too would be interested in experiencing a similar sexual experience. Why had she agreed? It was not the assurances Chantelle had given concerning the consensual bond inherent within all successful dominant/submissive relationships, nor the fact that the young blonde was bored, sexually frustrated or even seeking revenge on Jeanette's emotional attachment to Chantelle. Tied to the bed, picking out the faint sounds of movement and conversation from the adjacent room, she realized that she could not provide an answer. She recalled only faintly assenting to the Frenchwoman's inquiry, and then, after a short discussion, visiting the bathroom, showering thoroughly, drying her body with a soft towel and dressing in the thong the prospective mistress had provided for her to wear. Then, she was escorted to a spare bedroom. Chantelle took a blindfold, a gag and four lengths of rope from a small cupboard. She pulled the blindfold over Alexa's eyes, guided her to the bed and then gently coiled the ropes around her wrists and ankles. When she was secured firmly to the corners of the frame, the captive was ordered to open her mouth; the gag was inserted. 'I won't be long', the brunette had said before closing the door behind her. 'I need to prepare.'

I was near the end of a very, very long day. I had been passed up for promotion for Ellen again. For some reason. I'm more experienced with software development, pull longer hours, and have been there longer. 'I bet she's either blackmailing or sucking dicks.' I think to myself. I laugh quietly as I think, 'She's certainly got the body of a slut.' "Fucking whore." I say quietly under my breath as I keep walking back to my car. If that were the only thing, it would've still been an okay day. But it wasn't. Julie had called me. She had left some things at the apartment. I told her where I still kept the spare key in the same place and where I had put her things... it was hard to hear her voice. 'Why'd she have to call today? It was bad enough as it was. Well, at least it's the weekend, I'd fucking lose my mind if I had work tomorrow.' I thought as I sighed, not for the first or last time that day. The drive was short, the one good thing about where I ended up working, it was close to some nice apartments. I was almost staring at my feet as I climbed the stairs to my floor. "A night like tonight, I wish I could just get laid and forget about all the shit going on in my life. Wish Julie and I were still..." I sighed again and slammed the door. Little did I know, someone had heard what I had said, and wanted to make my dreams come true. Liza smiled as she saw her prey of the day, a well-looking man in his mid- twenties. He was tall, around 6'2" or 3", had dark brown, almost black hair, well-muscled but not bulky, in summation, exactly what Liza liked. She licked her lips as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. "A night like tonight, I wish I could just get laid and forget about all the shit going on in my life. Wish Julie and I were still..." He said, and Liza's pointed ears twitched as she heard his soft whisper. She smiled, "Tonight I'm going to have some fun." She said. The dark-skinned succubus opened her wings and flew back to brag to her sisters about what a juicy piece of man she'd found. Later that night... I woke- or so I thought. I was surrounded by a misty off-white void. I looked all around me, all there was my bed. Except... Julie's pillow. It was sitting right there. My heart felt like it suddenly jumped into my ribs and I felt a rock in my gut. Then I looked back at the misty void. "Wait a minute... this is- a dream?" I heard a sharp intake of breath from my left. I spun around, and there she was. Julie. She stood there with a nervous look on her face, weight on one foot. My heart jerked in my chest again at the sight of her. Her long golden hair fell beautifully down past her full breasts. She was wearing a simple sleeveless light pink dress with a sweetheart neckline that perfectly framed her bust. As she walked to me I noticed how it hugged her hips and showed her well-toned backside off. "J-Julie!" I said. 'Wait, why am I so nervous?' I thought. "It's a dream, I mean, it has to be. Yeah, a dream... that means I can do whatever I want.' A switch flipped in my brain, and I took control of myself. 'Yeah, since this is a dream- my dream, I can do what I want. And... I want to punish her for rejecting me. For saying that I was a beast, that I needed help, to make her pay!' "A-Adam? What's wrong? You look so... angry." Julie- no, my dream's Julie, said. She looked concerned and tilted her head. "Are you okay?" "No, I'm free, finally, I can show you that I am what you said. I am a beast, and I can give you what you deserve for tearing my heart out. Now get ready, fake, cause unlike with the real Julie, I won't pull my punches." I said to her. For once in my life, I felt free. I felt powerful, this was my world, a dream where I, and I alone, had power. I stepped towards her, her face now the picture of fear and terror. She took a few steps back as I approached menacingly. She shrieked as she slipped. I paused as she cowered below me. 'No, it's not real, it's fine, I'M fine.' I thought, as I pulled her up by her arm and dragged her to the bed. I looked at the side of the bed for the bedside table, hoping to find something to tie her up with. "... That wasn't there before." I said, suddenly noticing the appearance of the table. Then my eyes drifted to what was on it. Handcuffs. "Neither were those. But I did want them to be... Dreams are so cool." I threw her on the bed and turned her around so her ass was facing me. Then I cuffed her to the bedframe. "W-Why a-are y-y-you doing t-th-this?" She said as she started to cry. I looked to my right and there was a ring gag. I smirked. "So cool." I whispered. Then in a calm low voice I said, "Open." She shook her head. "Open or..." a cattle prod appeared in my left hand. "Or it's going to hurt. And it'll go in anyways." "Why are you hurting me?! Please, baby, don't do this." My face screwed up at that. "Baby...? Julie and I never used such a stupid pet name. I called her "my Light" and "my Jewel" and she called me "Rascal" and "Rebel"... We never once used 'baby'... What the hell is going on?" I questioned. "Wait... if I know that Julie wouldn't ever say that, then why would I dream that she would? I wish I had... wait..." I looked to my right. There on the bed... was a syringe. "This really is super handy. Hold still, "Baby"." I told the fake Julie. I held her tight as she tried to jerk around while I stuck it in her arm. "There. Now I'll get some answers." I stated triumphantly. "Okay, first, I'd like to know if this is really a dream." She looked up at me as I held her down. Her lip started to quiver, noticing she bit down on it. "Is this a dream?" I said, in a low growl, enunciating each word dramatically. She whimpered. I grabbed the cattle prod again, placing it between her legs. She shrieked. "One last time," I whispered, bending low next to her ear, "Is this actually a dream?" She broke, turning her face to the side she whispered weeping, "It is. But a special one. I m-made it. But you started lucid dreaming.... you made me loose cont-trol." "Control? What do you mean control?" "I'm a demon. I th-hink you call us succubyes or s-something." "Hmm... so... I won't lose my soul or anything if I screw you, right?" "Nah, that only works back in reality... Then you'd be under my control." "Good, then let's grab some more... tools." I said as I turned again and this time I noticed that the mist had turned into grey concrete walls. There were hooks and racks on the walls with toys, whips, chains, dildos, and gags. I zapped her and put the ring gag in as she screamed. 'I guess I'll get my stress relief tonight.' That morning... "Uuughhh." I moaned. "Weird dream, I wonder what that was about. I feel great though, like I got to release built up feelings about... Julie... And damn.... It felt so real, and really good. I don't think I've had that good a fuck ever before. Too bad it wasn't real." I sighed as I headed to the bathroom to take a much needed bath. Before I could though, the bedroom floor started glowing. Then a circle made of light appeared and this... thing appeared. It looked like a woman, but with red skin and horns and a tail and wings an- and... "SUCCUBI ARE REAL?!" Lilum smiled, "Yep, and I'm here to have sex with you!"

She checked the giant clock on the wall of the train station for what had to be the hundredth time. 7:15. His train was due to arrive at 7:18 PM. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and flipped it over her shoulder. She reached into her purse to pull out a mint, the last in the roll. An entire roll of Breath Savers in less than half an hour. She was so nervous and excited she couldn't keep still. She had known him for nearly two and a half years and had fallen in love with him long ago. They had met on the Internet, a sports chatroom late one night. Starting off as just casual conversation and getting to know each other over the next few months had formed a great friendship between them. Then one day they realized their relationship was more than that ... they were each other's best friend ... and each other's true love. They both knew without a doubt in their mind that they would spend their lives together, forgetting the 12 year age difference, all without ever staring into each other's eyes, touching, or kissing. But all that was about to change in a few minutes. She heard the train screeching to its stop and smoothed her dress over quickly. A white strapless dress, clinging to her 5'8", 125lb, 36c-24-34 frame in all the right places, mid thigh in length to show off her tanned and athletic legs. She smiled to herself at that thought ... he constantly said how much he loved legs. She knew she looked great, and prayed he would think so too. When the first passenger got off the train her stomach filled with butterflies and her heart began pounding. There were quite a few people getting off, a crowded Friday night in New York City. She scanned the crowd eagerly when her eyes met the beautiful brown eyes she'd been dreaming of for so long. He had already seen her, just standing still, just staring at her, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. She grinned when she saw him as her eyes started to fill with tears. She wanted to move towards him but she couldn't. She couldn't blink or speak or move. All she could do was grin and fight the tears. He started walking towards her and it seemed like it took an eternity. She couldn't take her eyes from his ... this was the man she loved so desperately, the one she had waited all her life for. She was in a daze. When he reached her, he dropped his bag on the ground and opened his arms to her. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck tight, his strong arms wrapping around her waist and back, pulling her against him. It was at that moment she melted completely ... he was the one. He backed away from her slightly, raising his right hand up to her cheek and stroking it softly, brushing her hair back, staring deeply into her tear filled eyes. He wiped a tear away as it ran down her cheek and slowly lowered his head, his sweet lips meeting hers for the very first time. As soon as they brushed together he pulled back again, opening his eyes to see hers, and kissed her again, his lips gently parting hers, his tongue entering, touching hers quickly, softly, and pulling it out as quickly as it entered. Catching her lower lip between his he sighed softly. Breaking that kiss was truly painful. "God I love you" he said softly. She opened her eyes and saw his now filled with tears as well ... the tough guy who said he never ever cried. She smiled and removed her arms from his neck. "I love you back." "Good, so you are the right girl," he joked. She laughed and all her nervousness vanished. "You're such a dork. Let's get outta here." She grabbed his left hand with her right as he picked up his bag. They walked towards the exit hand in hand. She turned around once they were outside. "I forgot something" she said with a bit of a smile. He looked at her puzzled. "What.." she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers, kissing him softly but firmly, her tongue licking his lips and parting them, finding his and circling around it, tickling the roof of his mouth with hers. She felt her knees go weak just as his hand wrapped around her waist. After a minute, she pulled back and smiled. "Sorry ... I've been meaning to that for quite a while now." They hailed a cab and she directed the cabbie to the restaurant she selected. The rode holding hands and chatting about their days, the train ride, and their nervousness. They had talked enough to fill a thousand dates, but this was their first official date. And the true beginning to their lives together. Everything had to be perfect. He paid the cabbie when they pulled up to the restaurant and hopped out of the cab, taking her hand to help her out. "Have I told you how gorgeous you are yet" he asked. She shook her head, suddenly nervous again. "You are absolutely breathtaking," he whispered into her ear and kissed the hand he was holding. She blushed and smiled, and they walked into the restaurant. As they finished the last of the cheesecake they shared she thought how dinner seemed to just fly by. Staring into his eyes, laughing with him, falling for him more and more as each second passed. After paying, they got a cab and headed back to her apartment. Just as the butterflies started to come back from thinking about what would happen once back at her place, he put his arm around her and kissed the side of her forehead. He leaned back and she laid her head on his shoulder. She felt so safe and comfortable with him, anything she could be nervous about vanished with that one gesture. In the elevator up to her apartment, she reached up and kissed him quickly. "Thank you for dinner" she said softly. She kissed him again, her tongue finding his. 12 floors later they broke their kiss when the elevator stopped. She pulled her keys from her purse and he took them from her when they reached her door. He unlocked the door and tossed his bag just inside. Pushing her against the doorframe, holding her hands behind her back, he kissed her tenderly. A soft moan escaped from her lips. He leaned down and scooped her up, holding her tight, and carried her into her apartment, kicking the door shut. He walked to the door of her bedroom and put her down gently. "Change for me? I'll wait for you on the couch" he said softly as he lifted her hand and brought it to her lips. He knew how much she loved having her hand kissed. He reached behind her and opened the door as she stepped through. During many of their infinite conversations on the computer, they would browse the Victoria's Secret and Frederick's webpages, telling each other what they liked what they hated and what they found simply irresistible. One particular time she directed him to a teddy she liked very much, and he loved it even more. His comments about it gave her no choice but to order it and save it for just this occasion. She hated that he had already seen it, but on her and in a different color it would at least be a little different. She slipped off her dress and kicked off her shoes, and put them away. She grabbed her bottle of Strawberry and Champagne body lotion from VS (her favorite ... the scent always turned her on) and rubbed it all over her legs, making sure they were extra silky. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth quickly. Going to her dresser, she pulled out the blue nightie and matching thong. She put it on, brushed her hair, and looked in the full length mirror. She had been told all her life how beautiful she was. Even she knew she was gorgeous. But none of that mattered now ... all that mattered was what he thought. She smiled at her own reflection ... he would approve. She hoped. She lit several candles throughout her bedroom, giving enough of a glow to illuminate everything romantically and enough light to allow them to stare into each others eyes. Content with her appearance and her room, she exited the room. He was seated in the middle of the couch, his back towards her. He hadn't heard the door open. She slowly walked towards the couch, in front of it, and stopped when he turned to look at her. His eyes met hers first, and slowly moved down the length of her body. Not in an inappropriate way, but in the way you'd look at a beautiful ocean or painting for the first time ... the excitement of something new and the appreciation of its beauty. His pupils widened and his jaw dropped slightly ... his eyes found hers again, and he began to try to say something, but he couldn't speak. The look on his face and in his eyes told her everything she needed to know ... he definitely approved. Wordlessly she walked to him and straddled his lap. She covered his mouth with hers and kissed him hard. She needed him. She wanted him. He pulled her closer against his body and she thought she felt the arousal in his pants. She hoped she was right ... she knew she was already soaked. She wasn't aroused because she wanted the sex; she was aroused because she was finally with the man she loved and needed, about to show him what he meant to her, how much she loved him. She lost track of time. The only thing she could think of was his mouth. She eventually pulled back and looked in his eyes ... they were filled with the same love and desire she felt in her own. She kissed him slowly, feeling his hands alternately moving from her back to her thighs, caressing her face and playing with hair. She slid his suit jacket down his arms, as they began speaking to each other, professing their love and how happy they were to be together at last. She sat back and began untying his tie ... she loved doing that ... her eyes locked firmly on his. She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, one button at a time, her eyes still watching his. By this point she knew he was hard. When the last button was undone he reached for her lips again and pulled his shirt off. They broke the kiss just long enough to pull off his undershirt together. They resumed and her hands roamed all over his strong chest and shoulders, his hands caressing her tight ass gently. She pulled away and dropped down to the floor in front of him, on her knees. She slowly undid his belt, and the zipper of his pants. She tugged on them as he lifted up in the air and slid them to his ankles. She pulled off his shoes and socks, his pants right behind. Her eyes had been on his the whole time, but now she let them fall to the crotch of his boxers. The head of his hard cock was poking through. She smiled and bent towards it, flicked the tip lightly with her tongue and kissed the head. He moaned loudly at her touch. He sat forward as she rose to her knees and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom door again, and this time carried her inside. He stopped when he saw the candles and satin sheets, and smiled at her. He laid her down in the middle of the bed and kneeled in front of her. "God you're gorgeous" he murmured as he laid down next to her. His left leg was between hers, his right arm cradling her head on the pillow. He touched her chin with his left hand and stared into her eyes. "I love you" he said, and she thought she heard his voice crack slightly. "I love you back." He kissed her hard and long. He moved his lips to her jawline and licked it, nibbling and sucking on her ear. His left hand was roaming her body softly, her thigh and side mostly. His hand traveled up her inner thigh, this time not stopping until it reached her soaked panties. He traced her lips with a finger, so softly, making her squirm and moan, rewarding him with hard kisses. He kneeled in front of her and ran his hands up her thighs to the sides of her panties. He pulled them down slowly and tossed them on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers. He laid down next to her again and kissed her, his hand running up her thighs to her now naked pussy. She was shaved completely smooth. He traced his finger around her clit and up and down her swollen lips. She moaned loudly as she kissed him hard. He sat up between her legs and pulled her up off the bed. Together they removed her nightie and cast it to the floor. She laid back down completely naked. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he almost whispered, mesmerized by her beauty. He slipped off his boxers and laid down on top of her. He kissed her lips softly, moving his head down her neck to her breasts. He licked her right nipple and sucked it loudly, nibbling it gently. He did the same to the left. He trailed kisses down her tummy until he reached her pussy. He licked up and down her thighs as she squirmed under him. He reached out and licked her clit quickly, then kissed it. He kissed all over her wet pussy, quick kisses. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up to her and kissed him. "I love you" she said as she slowly spread her legs for him. "I love you" he said as he smiled down at her. He lowered himself on top of her and placed his face just inches from hers, staring into her eyes. He placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy as her legs wrapped around him tightly. He slowly slid himself into her, staring into her eyes the whole time. The emotion and passion and hunger of the moment took control of her, as she felt her pussy contract around his hardness. She was cumming already. Low moans escaped each of them as he had completely filled her. When her orgasm subsided he was smiling down at her. "You are so beautiful ... I love you" he whispered as he kissed her with open eyes. He slowly began rocking in and out of her. God he felt good inside her ... that was his home, where he was meant to be. No one had ever made her feel close to the way he was. She didn't want it to ever end. They made love slowly and rhythmically, never changing positions or altering their pace. His right arm was under her back and his left roaming her body and caressing her face; her right arm around his neck, playing with his hair; her left rubbing his back gently. Both of her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him close. She felt her orgasm building and her moans and bites told him that, as he began to speed up, wanting to cum together. She clenched around him again just as she felt his fluid entering her body. Their moans coincided as their orgasms passed. They kissed tenderly and whispered their love for each other again. He stayed inside her until he involuntarily slipped out of her. Rolling over, he pulled her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her. He held her tightly until they drifted off to sleep. She had never felt safer in her life and smiled at knowing this was the first of many many times she'd fall asleep in his arms.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you like the pure dialog approach, please check out my member page for more such submissions – each having the description " _Conversation with a muse_." Constructive feedback is much appreciated, as is gushing praise. Thanks. ~ _Imp_ ] * * * * * _Ahoy, mate!_ "Lemme guess. I'm a pirate today. Writing a new story?" _Aye._ "You sure mix it up, Imp." _Don't wanna get bored. It's MY imagination, after all. You up for it?_ "Always – and all ways. You know that." _That's why I keep you around._ "Gee, and I thought it was my sharp wit and rakish good looks." _That, too. Not to mention your incredible mainmast._ "So, can I play in your poop deck today?" _You know that's not my thing._ "Can't blame a guy for trying. Okay, then how about some reverse cowgirl?" _Possibly, but you know it makes me feel like the busty figurehead on the prow of an old sailing ship – and the last time we broke the rungs on that chair._ "But I love watching your ass slam into me. And it was YOU who cracked those rungs. My feet were firmly planted on the deck." _A technicality, as it was your fault I was bracing myself on them in the first place._ "You were lovin' it. Don't even TRY to pretend otherwise. This 'old sailing ship' can still give good plank." _Another reason I keep you around_. _If my ass is what you most want to see, I'd prefer doggie style._ "Works for me – but then your hands aren't free." _Are we gonna debate positions, or are we gonna fuck?_ "Your fantasy, Imp. You decide." _Of course. However, it'd be much more fun with an enthusiastic partner._ "Like you had yesterday?" _Do I detect a note of jealousy in your voice?_ "No! Well, maybe. Okay, yes." _Let go of that right now. I will NOT have my muses competing with one another._ "You looked like you were having such an extraordinarily good time with her." _I was – just as I intend to do with you. Did you enjoy watching?_ "Naturally. Did you enjoy being watched?" _I wasn't aware of it at the time, but I like the image of you standing there, cock in hand._ "It was." _Was what?_ "In hand." _Show me._ "With pleasure, lass." _Lass? Oh, the pirate thing. I'd shifted gears already._ "Well, you should let a guy know." _Can't you read my mind? You're IN it, after all._ "Takes the fun out of it." _You can't be serious! Most guys would love to know what a woman is really thinking. You can do it and choose not to?_ "Feels like cheating." _Ah, a man of principle. But of course, I'd conjure nothing less. Hey! You're left handed._ "No, I'm ambidextrous – or hadn't you noticed?" _Show me._ "Come closer, Imp. My fingers wanna do some walking." _Your mast is looking quite sturdy. Do you always stroke yourself so slowly?_ "No. I'll pick up speed in a bit. I'd prefer a bit of something slippery to make it more enjoyable, though." _I think I can accommodate you, but you're gonna have to work for it._ "I'm up for the challenge, so to speak." _I've no doubt you'll succeed admirably. You have incredible hands and very agile fingers. That feels quite ...._ "Quite? Did you lose your voice, dear?" _Oh! Damn you. That's ..._ "That's what? Finish your sentences!" _... quite ...._ "You said that already. Having problems concentrating, Imp?" _You know what that does to me – that bowling ball thing._ "Of course. That's why I'm doing it. Switching hands, though." _I see what you mean – about having something slippery._ "And you're about as slippery as they come. No pun intended." _Not coming yet, but I will be if you keep doing ... THAT._ "As will I, undoubtedly." _Does your right hand know what your left hand is doing?_ "Are you kidding? My right hand is insanely jealous of my left hand – as are my cock and my tongue." _Well, we wouldn't want them to feel left out, now would we?_ "I'll take that as in invitation!" _As intended._ "Which first?" _Take me right to the edge with your tongue, and then impale me on your cock as I'm coming._ "Sounds like a plan. I'll get right on it." _Spin around this way if you want me to tend your mast._ "Uh uh. Too distracting." _For whom?_ "For me. I wanna be focused on your cunt, not on what you're doing to my cock." _Understood and ... mmmm ... appreciated._ "I love it when you shave here." _Feels nice, huh?_ "Sure does. Tastes damned good, too." _I can barely keep from touching myself after a close shave. Damn, I love your tongue._ "And it loves you, Imp. How 'bout my lips?" _Ah, yes. Just a little ... faster._ "Fingers?" _Rrrrrright_ _... there. Just two. Yes!_ "Other hand?" _Ass._ "With pleasure. Now, are your lovely tits feeling neglected?" ( _pause_ ) "Imp?" _Hmm?_ "Your tits? Oh, never mind. I see you're ... um ... handling that for me." _It won't be long now. Still up for it?_ "Just tell me when." _You'll know. Oh, d-damn._ "Wow! When did you get your nipple pierced?" _A couple weeks ago. It feels ..._ "I love it!" _... absolutely ... incredible!_ "It's been too long, Imp. Your tits should never be away from my mouth for that long." _If you'll recall, we were in too much of a hurry the – Oh! Oh, yes! – last time to even bother getting my shirt off. Suck my clit. Yeah. Just ... like ... that._ "Your legs are shaking." _Now, lover. Fuck me now!_ "Gladly." * _gasp_ * "I'm not gonna last long. You're so ... hot ... inside!" _Thanks to you. Harder, p-please._ "Oh, that's .... Yeah. Oh, yeah." _Come with me, lover._ "Mmmmm. Yes!" _I ... agree ... completely._ "I love it when you wrap your legs around me like that. I can drive deeper." _Yeah, but I can't push back if I don't have my feet braced against something._ "Well, you can make up for that in round two. I want you on top." _Sounds good to me, but it's gonna have to wait 'til next time. I have to get going. Real life calls._ "Shit! Oh, well. Come back soon, Imp." _Count on it._

This was going to be a wonderful vacation. It had been years since I had actually taken time off from work to get away with my family, so I was going to enjoy every minute of it. And asking Becky and Walker and their kids to join us seemed so natural. We all had so much in common, even the kids. Our daughters were the same age and so were our sons, so they would have someone to keep them company and give us time to relax and enjoy the fun and sun of the beach. John and Walker would spend much time drinking beer and fishing and Becky and I planned to just relax and enjoy being "away'. The only flaw in the plan was that Becky and I ended up both having to work that Friday and the realtor was expecting us to arrive early Friday evening. We decided the guys(our husbands) and the kids would go ahead of us, taking the luggage and supplies, and she and I would ride down together after we got off work. Five o'clock that Friday afternoon couldn't come soon enough, but finally Becky and I were on our way to Mexico Beach and two weeks of rest and relaxation. The ride down in my Jeep, with the top off, was so enjoyable. Becky and I talked about everything under the sun. When we finally arrived at the cabin, we found it locked and our husbands and kids were nowhere to be found. Checking the spot where John and I (we think so much alike) hide an extra key at home, I found what I was looking for and we let our selves in. In the hall was the luggage and all of the supplies that didn't need to be refrigerated- you know, the important stuff like beer and wine and food. In the bathrooms we found wet swim suits, so we knew the guys had come in, put everything down where it was and changed and headed down to the water. Becky and I rolled our eyes at each other and said "typical" in unison, then laughed that we had said it at the same time. On the table we found a note telling us that they had decided to drive to ‘town', more than an hour away, and eat pizza for dinner and would be back soon. Becky suggested we make ourselves a sandwich, mix up some margaritas and sit out on the deck and listen to the waves since it was already dark and we had no idea what time they had left or when they would return. I was more than delighted at the idea and grabbed my make-up case from the stack of luggage in the hall and went into one of the two master bedrooms downstairs to change quickly. We got busy, one making sandwiches, the other making the margaritas. The moon was bright enough, but we lit a couple of the centrinella tiki torches to ensure we wouldn't be eaten up by mosquitoes. The sandwiches were gone quickly, and we both sat back in the lounge chairs, enjoying the feel of the tequila coursing slowly into our blood stream. Life was good...much too quiet for two moms used to having a son and daughter around, but we weren't complaining. We knew this little piece of utopia would last only until we heard Calefb's Yukon drive up. Becky and I each drank several margaritas, listening to the waves crash and waiting for our men and children to make it home. Eleven o'clock came and went. Midnight came and went and she and I both we getting slowly drunk and finding everything funny. At 1:00 a.m., I suggested we go to bed. We had both been up since around 5:00a.m. that morning, and the lack of sleep and the margaritas were working in unison pushing us into Slumberland. We knew the kids would be sleeping upstairs so without even thinking about it, we left our luggage where it lay, and I went into the bedroom I had changed in and Becky went into the other master bedroom. We said goodnight and closed our doors. I didn't even bother with putting on a gown or pj's. I simply undressed and crawled into bed naked and drifted into one of the most peaceful sleeps I had experienced in a while. I awakened only momentarily when I felt John crawl into bed beside me. "Mmmmmmmmm" I purred as I felt the warmth of his body against my legs. Floating somewhere between sleep and tequila, I felt his warms hands gently open my thighs. "Oooooh, yes", I moaned as I buried my hands in his hair and felt his mouth on my thigh. Through the clouds in my head the feeling was incredible and I quietly whispered words to encourage him to proceed. He needed no such encouragement. His hands caressed my thighs, parting them to his satisfaction, as his mouth explored me at his own teasing pace. "He knows what I like" passed through my mind, "and he knows how to make me beg for it until he wants to give it to me." I arched my back and pulled his face deeper into me, loving the feeling of what his hands and tongue were doing to me. His mouth sucked in my clit, nibbling it gently at first, while a finger invaded my pussy, then harder as he sucked me to orgasm. I spurted all over his hands. While I rested my hands caressed down his arms and pulled his body upward, wanting to feel his body against mine and his lips on mine. Taking his own sweet time he gently moved up my body, his hands and mouth taking what he knew already belonged to him, my pussy, my body, my breasts and nipples, until he and I were face to face in the dark. I couldn't see his face, but it didn't matter. I lifted my head and licked his lips, tasting myself on his face. His head bent down to me and we shared the taste of me in a deep kiss....with me stopping only long enough to suck his bottom lip or lick his chin or jaw...knowing what it did to him to clean my juice from his face and mouth. My hands played over his nipples, kissing down to suck them as I felt his hardness seeking the heat of my wet opening. It had been at least a week since we had made love, so I knew his the hardness of his cock would have to stretch my lips and pussy to gain entrance...just as it always would when days went by without our making love to each other. I felt the head dip in, wetting itself to make its entrance easier. I reached down and pressed is ass to me, trying to pull him into me. "What's the matter" John whispered teasingly, sounding oddly hoarse. "You know what I want" I whispered back. "Tell me..." again the hoarse whisper "Please........" I begged. "Say the words." I knew what he wanted to hear. My husband loves to hear me talk dirty, and loves to hear me beg. Enjoying the game as much as he did, I played along. "I want your big, thick, hard cock to punish my tight little pussy" I whispered, my mouth against his ear, keeping in mind we weren't alone in the house. "You mean this?" he asked and pressed his cock into me a bit further, only to pull out. "Oh, please, give it back!" I whispered, as deep into the game as he was, urgently wanting him to fill me. "Like this?" again pushing into me. This time a little deeper but again withdrawing immediately. "You are driving me insane. Please let me have your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretch my pussy beyond its limits..... pleeeeeease.....!" With his arms under my knees, he drew his arms closer together pushing my legs up onto his shoulders. This surprised me because it wasn's something he usually did, but I've always enjoyed new things and was beyond rational thought, wanting what he was making me beg for, more and more. Slowly he lowered his weight onto me, effectively pressing my thighs against my breasts and my feet over my head... I was almost bent double when I felt him shove his cock deep into my wanton pussy. I expected a little stretching, but it must have been the position that made his cock feel the size of something much bigger than what I was use to. I was fully awake now and had it not been for the fact that our best friends were across the hall and our kids upstairs, I might have screamed at the unexpected amount of stretching my poor little pussy was experiencing-but I didn't have time. He withdrew and pushed his cock back into me, the second time, his hardness still feeling much thicker than I was use to. But I was not about to complaing. I had long had a fantasy of having a man with a huge cock do with me what he would and if this position my husband felt just that big.....so it was making that fantasy come true, I was not going to waste it. I begged John, "oh please, tear my pussy up with that big cock." He needed no further encouragement. He slammed his cock in and out of my over stretched pussy. When I knew he was near orgasm, I asked him to stop. "Come over to the side of the bed. I want to feel you in my throat. I want you to cum in my mouth" I lay across the bed, with my head hanging over backwards. We had discovered this position recently...he could slide his cock down my throat and play with my nipples and breasts and he watched himself fuck my mouth. In the dark, part of the effect would be lost, but he wasted no time moving around to the side of the bed. He held his cock and rubbed it all over my face, rubbing the mixture of my juice and his pre-cum all over my face, teasing my lips with the head..... but I knew this was driving him crazy as well. He rested the head against my mouth and my tongue immediately pressed into what I like to call his little pussy on the tip, tasting the precum and moisture there. He loved the feeling of my tongue there. John suddenly seemed unsure of himself...as if he wasn't sure if he should push deeper into my mouth. Reaching around his body, I gently pulled him forward. Pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and slowly, inch by inch down my throat. The alcohol still coursing through my veins made his cock feel much thicker than I was use to....even in my mouth. But again, this thought was only fleeting and I proceeded to work his cock down my throat. As the head of his cock touched my tonsils and went further, his breath became labored and he raspily whispered , "oh my god, I've never felt anything like this before in my life"which again struck me as strange because he had felt his cock in my throat many times, "... it feels tighter than your pussy and your pussy squeezes so tight it's almost painful at times." Again he seemed unsure of what to do, so I pushed his body back, pulling his cock out of my mouth and then pulled his body back to me, pushing his cock back into my throat. It struck me as odd, but only for a moment, because he seemed to get back into swing of things very quickly.. His hands found my nipples and breasts-and he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. His intakes of breath let me know he wasn't far from orgasming. I reached up and began playing with his balls and sac and I felt him tense up. I stopped long enough to ask, "What's wrong?" "Babe, I am so enjoying this, but if you keep that up, I'm going to cum in your mouth," came the hoarse whispered response. I didn't say a word, just opened my mouth and sucked his cock back into my mouth. With one hand playing with his balls and the other on his ass pulling him into my mouth, I felt his sac tighten and knew he was going to cum. With the head in my mouth, I waited to taste his salty seed. I didn't wait long...his thick cock filled my mouth with warm cum. Swallowing part of it, I held part of it in my mouth... pulling his mouth down to mine I let him taste himself in my mouth and on my lips. This seemed to drive him crazy and he kissed me deeper, as if to get the last drop. It did nothing but arouse me more. Without a word, I rolled over onto my stomach. John moved up on the bed and began kissing the small of my back, moving down over my ass. His hands played between my legs as his tongue tickled and licked the crevice there. I enjoyed anal sex, but John seldom wanted it, so I endured his tongue's playful teasing as his fingers played in my wetness. It pleasantly surprised me when his fingers parted my cheeks and I felt his tongue playfully teasing my anus. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. "Don't tease if you have no intentions of playing" I warned. Again he surprised me by dipping a finger into my wetness and rubbing it over the rosebud he seldom wanted, pressing in just a bit....... then licking up my juice there until I felt myself opening up to his tongue. John was always much more horny and more willing to be a little ‘kinky' when we were away from home and to my distinct pleasure tonight would be no different, I mused. Moving quickly, I scrambled out from under him, causing him to fall forward on the bed. "If you're really in the mood...." I whispered as I began caressing his thighs and kissing his tight muscular ass, "...let me take you there first." I purred, knowing if he was in the mood for anal play, he would enjoy what I wanted from him. Spreading his legs open with my hands as he lay on his stomach, I reached in very carefully to tug and play with his balls and was rewarded for my ministrations when he arched his ass up, giving me more access. Remembering that I had brought my make-up case into the bedroom and set it down beside the bed, I grabbed a bottle of baby oil gel from it. Squeezing some of the gel into my hand, I rubbed both hands together to warm it, then began massaging the gel into his ass cheeks. John moaned and lifted his ass a bit more into the air, "Oh, yes....", he moaned softly, "that feels unbelievable." I massaged his balls with the gel and moved upward from there. Putting more gel in my hand, I warmed it again and began playing along the crevice of his ass.....never quite touching his anus, but coming very close. His body was on auto-pilot as he pumped gently up and down into the bed. Spreading his cheeks apart, I ran my tongue from the small of his back, down into the crevice and over his anus. His body stiffened as my tongue touched his anus and he made as if to move up on the bed, but my hands spreading his cheeks held him in place as my tongue continued its soft assault on his anus until I felt his body relax and the tightly closed bud open up under my tongue. While pressing the tip of my tongue into him my fingers massaged more oily gel around his opening, moving closer and closer to the target. Slowly, I replaced my tongue with the tip of my well lubricated pinky finger, pushing in deeper than my soft tongue was able to go. I worked the finger deep into him, then began moving it in and out. "Oh my god..."came his insistent, but hoarse whisper between breaths. "What are you doing to me?" "Oh, should I stop?" I asked as I pulled my finger completely out. "Oh, no, please don't stop!" "Don't stop what?" I asked, my turn to be in control. "You know. Don't stop what you are doing to me," he said evasively. "Tell me what you want" I said and pressed a well lubricated middle finger into him slowly. Under his breath I heard him say, ‘I can't believe I'm saying this'. "What was that?" I said, "I didn't quite hear you." "Please fuck my ass. Use your fingers as a cock and stuff my ass full." Not wanting to hurt him, I let him adjust to the difference in size then gently pushed it deeper into him. His body pushed back, making sure I knew what he wanted, without saying the words. In and out I moved my finger, adding a second and then a third, massaging deep inside of him, occasionally touching his prostate......feeling him tremble all over when I did. At this point I slid my body between his knees face up, legs bent over his back until the backs of my thighs were resting against the back of his thighs-effectively spreading me wide open underneath him. My fingers never stopped moving in and out of his tight rosebud. Reaching down I pulled on his balls, gently at first, then with a little more intensity. When he felt the head of his cock brush against the wet opening of my pussy, he looked underneath to see what I was doing. He wasted no time at all pushing his cock into my waiting pussy as three of my fingers moved in and out of him. His legs spread wider as he lowered himself deeper inside me. As he did so, I worked a fourth finger into his ass. His deeply guttural moan and the force he was using to abuse my pussy told me this was his limit and he was very near the edge. I worked my fingers in and out of his ass as I watch his cock thrust in and out of my pussy. Purposely I pushed my fingered deep into his ass and massaged his prostate, knowing that this drives a man crazy and will make him cum instantly. His body fucked mine with a force I had not felt in a long time, as he rode that fine line between pleasure and pain of having his ass fucked. "Oh my God, harder....fuck it harder, baby. I have never felt anything like this before" he whispered, almost a hiss, with its intensity. John came over and over, his body being racked with the longest orgasm I had ever witnessed in him. We had used this position before, so I wasn't sure why it was so much better for him this time...... but I was too busy milking the cum from him with my fingers in him, to give this a second thought. He collapsed forward on the bed, breathing as if he had just run a mile or two. Into the pillow I heard him mumble, "I don't know what's gotten into you but keep it up. I want more of it." I lay down on the bed next to him, my hands caressing down his back, over his ass and down his legs, then back up. Planting small kisses here and there as I did. John rested only a moment before I felt his hand on my ass, "It's my turn now. You aren't going to chicken out, are you?" Again, strange, because my husband new I loved anal sex. "Now when have you ever known me to chicken out?" I laughed softly. "Oh, I can count a few times. But tonight is not going to be one of them." He said as his hand reached over and found my ass. "It's all mine tonight and after what you just made me do, your ass is mine for as long as I want it." His hand caressed down my ass as his thumb dipped into the crevice. "Anytime, baby....it's your's anytime you want it." I purred beginning to wonder if he had a few beers too many himself, tonight. He wasted no time rolling me over on my stomach and I wasted no time pushing myself up on my knees with my ass in the air. I loved the feeling of being totally exposed to him and this position did it for me. He moved around behind me and began kissing my ass cheeks, his hands softly massaging them....his fingers sliding over that tight entrance from time to time, teasing me. Pulling me back to the edge of the bed, he got down on his knees beside the bed and began nibbling my outer lips, softly at first, then a little harder...sucking hard on the fat outer lips that protected the gem inside. Spreading my fat pussy lips wide, exposing that gem, I felt his fingers graze over it as his mouth latch on and begin to suck it between his top teeth and tongue harder than the first time, but I was so aroused the feeling was exquisite. His tongue dipped deep into my pussy licking and cleaning the cum he had just filled me with. With his finger he spread his cum from my pussy to the tight rosebud he wanted to deflower. One finger pressed into me as his mouth explored my pussy, then a second finger began to working itself in and out of my ass. I reached over and handed him the bottle of baby gel, patiently awaiting my just rewards. As I felt two fingers glide deep into my bowels, I gave quick reminder since we didn't do this often, "Remember, darlin', stretch me open slowly one finger at a time until you reach the thickness of your cock." I felt a third finger being worked slowly into me and began to feel that ‘full' feeling that I love to feel. John knew that three of his thick fingers were about the same thickness of his cock. With my head and face buried into a pillow to drown out my loud sighs and moans, I waited anxiously for him to replace the fingers with his cock. I was shocked and surprised when I felt him work a forth finger deep into my now overstretched ass. The feeling was not just full, I was past full and stretched to the limit. Or so I thought. He worked his big fingers covered in baby oil gel, in and out of me. My body tensed to start with, but the more his fingers gently fucked my ass, the more I began to enjoy it. Finally, I felt him pull his fingers out and felt the tip of his cock. He rubbed the head over my clit, dipping it into my swollen but soaked pussy. I felt the oil covering his cock as he teasing his way up to his target and pushed in. The unexpected stretching of just the head brought a scream from me. My face was buried in the pillow already, because I was very aware of how vocal I get during anal sex and I didn't want Becky, Walker or the kids to hear my screams of passion. . He stopped, the head of his cock still buried in my opening, "are you okay?" I lifted my face from the pillow, breathing raggedly, "Yes, you know how vocal I get during anal sex. I'm trying not to wake everyone in the house up, ok?" I said with a breathless laugh. Feeling more sure himself, he slowly pushed the whole length of his dock deep into my ass. "Don't move. Let me get use to it, " I whispered quickly. "God, have you been taking penis enlargement medicines?" I joked, "You cock has never felt this huge inside of my ass.... or my pussy, or my mouth, for that matter." His time to laugh, "Of course not. This is the same cock I've had since our first time." Feeling ready for what, I felt, was going to be the anal fucking of my life,. I pulled forward, his cock pulling out of me, then pushed back on it. "You know how I like this, so don't take it easy on me, okay? I want your balls to spanking my pussy and I want you to spank my ass....... I know you don't like this often, so when you are in the mood, I want everything you've got!' I said and felt his hand grab ahold of my hips. He pulled that big cock out of my ass then slammed it back in. I buried my head into the pillow, biting the cloth, to muffle my screams of pleasure. John got into it very quickly. In and out he thrust his cock, his balls slapping my pussy as he did so. "Oh, fuck, that's tight! Oh..... yeah....... take all of it. Open that tight ass for me and take all of my big cock. I am going to ride this ass until I can't ride it anymore," he said, as he swatted my right ass cheek. It stung like hell, making bear down on his cock. "Shit, I didn't think it could get any tighter" his whisper getting more hoarse and more hoarse. "Damn, you are one naughty cowgirl, aren't you?", he mused. "You like your saddle to be ridden hard, don't you?" as he slapped my other ass cheek, not too hard, but enough to make me bear down again and push down on his cock. The whole time, I had my head buried in the pillow muffling my moans, but I was so close to cumming. I lifted my head and begged, "harder, love....... you're taking me over the edge!" That's all he needed, suddenly I was his mare and he was slapping my ass and riding my ass with his hard cock as hard as he could, as his ball slapped my open pussy and clit. My body tensed and I came in wave after wave of pleasure. My body spent with so much activity, I lay down on my side just enjoying the feeling rushing over me. John moved up on the bed. I was sure he was worn out. He had come more in this one night, than in any other one night in years. We lay face to face on the bed, not being able to see each other...but easily finding one another with our hands. We kissed tenderly as my hands found his nipples and gently played with them. His hands caressed over my breasts, down my hips until his fingers found my sloppy wet opening. "I want more of this," he whispered, so close that I felt his breath on my face. "I'm suppose to be the insatiable one here," I quipped. "Did Walker give you some viagra or something?" I laughed. Without waiting for an answer to that question, I said, "If you want more, you'll have to wash....going from front to back is okay, but never back to front" a gentle reminder, that I didn't want a nasty infection to ruin my vacation. With fluid quickness, he rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Without turning on the light, which I though unusual, I heard water running, a rag being soaped up, the rag being rinsed, then the water was turned off. I heard, rather than saw him walk across the carpet back to the bed, the aroma of soap following him. "Aren't you such a good little boy," I softly teased. "And what does a good boy get for being so good?" he quipped, moving onto the bed. "Anything he wants...."I purred With out a sound, he moved between my legs again.... kissing my stomach, then holding my breasts, caressing them while sucking in a mouth full and biting hard, the nibbling the nipples. I kept pressing my hips up to let him know I was ready for more, but he moved his hips up and focused on my breasts and nipples, nibbling them softly at first, then biting a little harder. Kissing up to my neck, he nibbled and sucked softly..... the feeling going straight to my clit. God, this man made me feel constantly in heat!!!! His lips teasing mine, licking my bottom lip, then nibbling it before capturing both of my lips in a deep passionate kiss. With is hands in my hair he pulled my face closed to his, pressing his body against mine.....his chest against my breasts, pelvis to my pelvis. Holding his body close to mine, I rolled over, ending up on top of him. I sat up, straddling his thighs then reached down.... wanting nothing more than to climb onto the saddle and ride this mustang one more time tonight. My hands encircled his cock for the very first time since our lovemaking had begun tonight. With a start, I realized the cock in my hand was too thick to wrap my hands completely around it......."Oh, my!" I whispered, catching myself mid-thought. I knew as I stroked the rock hard monster between my fingers, even through the fog of intoxication, that this was not my husband's cock. I guided my pussy down onto it and just lost myself in the feeling of being impaled on the thickest cock I had yet to experience. I had gone much too far already, so I was going to enjoy it tonight and face the consequences tomorrow. "Oh, sweetie, fuck me hard. I want to know you were there a week from now." I pleaded. He slammed into my pussy several times then one last time and came hard hard filling me with his warm liquid. I lifted myself gingerly off of his still hard cock and in a feline crawl, made my way up his body until I was over his face. There was no question what I wanted of him and there was no question he wanted it as much, if not more, than I did. I watched as some of his warm fluid dripped from my open pussy into his open mouth before pressing myself down on his face, making him lick me clean and wiping the mixture of his fluid and mine all over his face. Moving back down his body until I could feel his face on my cheek, I licked his face in a cat like gesture before kissing him deeply for several minutes. I turned over on my side and he spooned me. "Would you mind letting me fall asleep with your cock inside of me, John?" I asked him, never hinting that I knew he wasn't John. "God, no, Clair, it would be my pleasure."came the hoarse whisper again. Thinking as clearly as my mind would at the moment, I was sure that Walker was the man in my bed...... which left another scenario playing out in the bedroom across the hall...these were the last thoughts my worn out body had before dropping into a welcome sleep with a strange cock deep inside my stretched and sore my pussy and Walker's body pressed against mine. I awoke alone, early the next morning. I put on my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and headed down to the beach to enjoy the sun and solitude and to contemplate the night before. On the kitchen table was a note from Becky saying she had run to the store to pick up some ‘essentials' she had forgotten and would be back soon. Walking down to the beach, I opened up my lounge chair, spread my towel over it and lay down to enjoy the warmth and peace and quiet of morning. If Walker was the man in my bed...... then my husband was the man in Becky's bed. A smile played across my face as I thought of Becky and John doing the things that Walker and I had done with each other last night. A ‘good morning' brought me out of my slumber of thought. Holding my hands over my eyes to shade the brightness that penetrated even the dark sunglasses I had on, I saw Walker walking up the beach in swim trunks with a rod and reel and tackle box. "Morning yourself." I yelled back. "You're up early for your first day of vacation." Moving the index finger on one of his hands back and forth, he chided, "Early bird....." "...gets the worm." we finished in unison and laughed. He came over and sat his gear down on the sand and dropped down to take a seat on the sand beside my chair. "Where's everyone else?" he asked. "I think everyone but Becky is asleep. She left a note saying she had to run to the store for ‘essentials', so I'm not sure when she'll get back." "Hmmmm, okay" he said. "So why are you out so early on your first day of vacation?" he queried? "Oh, just sitting here contemplating and enjoying the warmth of sun." "Contemplating? You're on vacation, Claire. Now what could be so important that you're up so early worrying about it?" Walker laughed lightly. Looking around to make sure we were still alone on the beach, I began,"Well, for one.....I've been trying to figure out how to tell to my husband that I that I spent the night making love to his best friend last night...but as it stands I'm sure he's wondering how to tell me he made love to your wife." "You knew it was me?" Walker asked with a surprised look on his face. "‘When did you figure it out?' "God, if Becky and I hadn't drank so many margaritas last night I would have known from the beginning. But the liquor made it so easy to look over little things I thought were odd. The point I knew you really were not John came almost at the end when I reached down and grabbed you to guide you into me. I couldn't even get my hands around your, um, thickness." I said, getting very embarrassed, blushing at discussing it. "Intoxicated or not, I knew you weren't John." "I'm so sorry, Claire. It was a mistake. John and I got back with the kids, put them to bed then sat outside drinking a few beers. When we decided to head to bed we both went into the Master bedroom we had changed in before going out for pizza. We figured you girls would see our wet suits in the bathroom and know which room we had picked to sleep in." I started laughing, "Becky and I were just so happy to get here we didn't even pay attention. We made sandwiches and sat out on the deck drinking margaritas waiting for you guys and the kids to make it back. When we knew we were well past ‘toasted' we decided to go to bed. We both just picked a room and were lucky to make it to the bed." "I'm sure John and Becky are freaking as much as we are right now." Walker said thoughtfully. "How are we going to handle this?" "I don't really know. But I do know if they made love like we did, they can't complain too much. And they'll have to admit it was all by accident, too. I just don't want this to mess up our friendship. You and Becky are our closest and dearest friends and I certainly don't want something of this nature to break up our friendship." I said with worry in my voice. "You're right," Walker said with a confidence I wasn't feeling at the moment. "We'll just all have to sit down and talk it out. Maybe when the kids are out swimming and we are all alone. Saying nothing and acting like it didn't happen will only make things worse, I think. After breakfast, we'll send the kids out to play where we can keep an eye on them from the house and we'll talk this over until the four of us are okay with it." "Good," I said, relief in my voice. "And I must warn you now, John and I have no secrets, so if he asks for details, I'm not going to lie to him, okay?" "Everything?" Walker asked incredulously, his face turning a bright red, "Even the things you did to me.....making me beg....making me screaming in pleasure while, um...well, you know." A devious smile crept across my face, "What do I know?" ‘Yes, you do know." He said quietly. "No, I don't know. What is it that you don't want me to tell him?" I purred purposely. "Maybe that you begged me to fuck your ass?" I said slyly. "Is that it?" "Jesus, Claire," he hissed, looking around as if he might be overheard. "Are you really going to tell my best friend everything we did together last night?" "Like I said Walker, John and I have no secrets. But you have to keep in mind....I thought you were John until almost the end. So everything we did are things John and I have done together." This seemed to calm Walker down a bit, but not much. "Can you just leave out the part about my ass? Please?" He pleaded. "I don't want John thinking he has to worry about me, you know, coming on to him when we're around each other." I had to laugh out loud at this, "Okay, okay, I'll leave out that you begged me to finger fuck your ass.." I said with a wink. "It doesn't make you gay to enjoy that you know, Walker. But it's our secret, promise." "Whew! Thank you, Claire." He said, returning the wink. "I have to say though, John is one lucky man to have a tigress like you." "We enjoy sex and we both have no hang ups about what happens between two consenting adults, it's our business and no one else's...at least until last night. We've pretty much lived out most of our fantasies.... John tells me I'm a bit wilder than he is, but he's never complained about my ‘tastes'. I just enjoy trying new things, experimenting." "I wish I had that problem with Becky. She likes sex, but these days she likes ‘quickies'. I shouldn't complain because all of my male friends would love a wife who just likes to make love quickly and go to sleep." smiling at the irony. " I like to tease and draw things out. Make her earn her reward." again the sly smile on his face. "Oh, you're quite a pro at that and I enjoyed every minute of it. John is like Becky, I guess. He enjoys getting straight to the nitty gritty and when he's done, we're done...if you know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, he has his times.... but I love being teased, long and slow, being made to beg for what I want–having it within reach just to have to wait a bit longer for it. Makes the climax much more intense and bigger." I said, dreamily. "And I have to say, between you and me," looking around to make sure none of the kids were up yet. "Last night was a fantasy come true! I have a fetish, if you want to call it that, for being stretched and you certainly did that last night. More times than one and in more ways than one." "Well, if I hadn't had so many beers, I would have known your weren't Becky when you told me to move to the side of the bed and said you wanted to swallow my cum." Walker laughed loudly. "Becky, or any other woman I've known, has never been able to get me into her mouth, much less their throat..GOD that felt soooo amazing. Becky doesn't swallow either. She says it's disgusting. I've never had a woman feed me my own cum either. And when you let me even touch your ass, I knew right then, even drunk, that it wasn't Becky in bed with me. Last night took care of a few ‘firsts' for me and more than one fantasy came true." As I was laying there in the sun, eyes closed, listening to him talk about last night, I gave a deep gutteral purr. "But you know the one bad thing about last night.... I'm mean other than the bedroom switch, of course?" "What is it? That's the only bad thing I can think of, except for telling Becky and John." "All of that wonderful pleasure and I haven't a clue what you look like naked" I said, laughing at the irony and humor in the middle of our bad situation. Walker got a look of deep thought on his face, "By jove, you're completely right. I slept with a tigress last night and I have no idea what her stripes look like. I guess my tongue, fingers and um, well you know, will just have to be my memory." he said in his best imitation of Sherlock Holmes' English accent. "Or maybe....." he said quietly with a wink "Yeah, you wish," I said and adjusted myself on the lounge chair. "Do you suppose John and Becky did, um, anything last night" Walker asked, out of the blue. "I surely hope so. It gets us out of the hotspot if they did ‘things' too. Your guess is as good as mine, but if I know my husband, being away from home always makes him ‘randy'. So I'm sure Becky got more than she bargained for. " I mused. "What do you think John will say?" The thought struck me as funny because I knew exactly how he was going to react. "My husband will be pissed off because he couldn't watch." I said, matter of factly. "He wants to watch you make love to another man?" Walker asked, astonished. "Oh, yes. He loves the idea of me with other men." leaning over I whisper secretively, "even better if he can watch and join in." "Wow!" he smiled, "I would love to watch another man make love to Becky. She thinks I'm nuts, though., she's more the missionary type and we don't stray far from that. But it's good to know I'm in good company." "Oh god, I must have traumatized you last night then!" I laughed outloud.. "Hey, you can traumatize me anytime, lady!" he laughed. "But would Becky give her permission?" I asked, knowing my friend well enough to know the answer. "Oh, hell no! Not in a million years." he said. As if on cue, just then we heard "morning". Looking toward the cabin, Becky was walking down the path toward us. I sat up and turned around, "Hey, you. You were up mighty early this morning. And what the hell is so ‘essentials' it got you out of bed so early?" Becky laughed heartily as she walked toward up. "Essentials, my dear friend, are our dear friends-Capt. Morgan and Jose' Cuervo. We swallowed way more than we thought last night." Walker and I looked at each other and laughed at her unknowing joke. "Soooo you do swallow! You always tell me you don't" I teased her. "Oh, you....." she said, turning red. "Well, Walker's here. I could ask him." I said daringly "Don't you dare!" she said, turning more pink. "Is John still asleep?" I inquired, moving on to another subject. "Yeah, I think he is." Becky said, suddenly a little fidgety. "Well, I'll walk up with you and wake his butt up." I said jokingly. "Oh, I can knock on the door and wake him up. You and Walker just sit and enjoy the sun a few more minutes, then you and I can get breakfast started." she said, not waiting for an opposing response as she began walking back to the cabin. When she was out of earshot Walker and I looked at each other and whispered, "they did the nasty too, last night." and we giggled like two teenagers, in unison. We threw our heads back and laughed heartily knowing we were in no more trouble than the two of them probably thought they were. "That was the fastest exit I've ever seen in my life." I whispered. "I guess she didn't want me to find him laying in her bed." "Damn, this is going to be some discussion after breakfast, don't you think?" Walker asked, picking up his rod and tackle. Folding up my chair and picking up my towel I replied, "Way more interesting than I thought to begin with" and we walked up the sandy path to the cabin. When we got inside, the kids were just waking up, asking "What's for breakfast. We're hungry!" After getting everyone's order, the kids opting for cereal and milk in their hurry to get into the water and the adults opting for a real breakfast of ham and cheese omelets, Becky and I set about feeding the kids first, while preparing the omelets and hash-browns. The two 14 year old boys and 7 year old girls ate their Fruit Loops and Frosted Flakes in record time. All asked to be excused to change into their swimsuits, then ran upstairs to see who could finish first. When everyone was changed and back down stairs, we gave them the warnings our parents gave up: no swimming for 30 minutes-wait for your food to digest and DO NOT venture out of view of the sliding glass window of the cabin....otherwise the culprit would spend the day inside doing absolutely nothing. This was enough to make them know we were serious and off they went. Things were very quiet after the kids headed down to the water. We all ate for a few minutes in silence until I boldly asked, "Did everyone sleep well last night?" John piped up with, "Best sleep I've had in months. Becky chimed in cheerily with, "Last night was one of the best nights of sleep I've had in a long time. What about you?" She said, looking first at me, then at Walker. Walker said nothing, but I decided I would be the one to get it out in the open. "I slept very well last night. The margaritas did a wonderful job of relaxing me and putting me in ‘the mood', so when John climbed into bed with me I was more than ‘in the mood' and so it seemed, was John. Imagine my surprise when I woke up cuddled up to Walker this morning." There! I had said it. It was out in the open now. Becky's first words were, "Oh, my god!" her jaw slack with dismay. "I'm sure the both of you came to the same realization at some point during the night, or at least this morning, Becky, when you awoke to find John in bed with you." John and Becky started talking at the same time, "It was all a mistake!!!!!" "I thought it was Walker crawling into bed with me," Becky said. "And I thought it was you, Claire, when I crawled into bed to find you naked, ready and in the mood." Finally, Walker spoke up. "No one is pointing fingers. It was a big mix-up. What we have to decide here and now, is whether or not we are going to let this mess up our friendship." "Exactly!" I said. "I don't want this to mess up my friendship with you, Becky. You're my best friend. Can we make it past this room blunder and all that it entails? I really hope we can." Silence. For the next few moments none of us said a word. Finally, John spoke up. "So we know in the room mix up, Walker made love to Claire and I made love to Becky, right? We have to look deep within ourselves to see how we feel about this and if jealousy is going to be a problem. Right?" "Yes," Walker said. "I can say with certainty that it's not going to cause any problems for me...I just want to make sure it isn't going to cause problems between John and Claire, between me and Becky, between John and me or between Claire and Becky." "As far as I'm concerned it was a mistake so no one is to blame. I feel no jealousy that Becky made love to my husband because he thought it was me and I don't feel guilty making love to Walker while thinking he was my husband. Am I wrong?" I asked the group around the table. "I have to say, for all intents and purposes, Claire is right." Becky said. "We all thought we were making love to our spouses. Granted, if we had not drank more than usual we might have known the difference from the beginning.... but being drunk and in the dark and already horny as hell, I was laying in wait to pounce on Walker when he came in.....so John never had a chance." The impish smile on her face made me feel much better. "And after having a few beers myself, I was more than ready to jump Claire when I climbed into bed. I slid up under the covers from the bottom of the bed, between those luscious thighs and that sweet..." his sentence trailed off as he realized he was describing to Walker what he had done to Becky the night before. "Sorry, man." He said to Walker, "but thinking it was Claire, I went straight to the good parts." he said with a sly smile on his face. "So no one's really upset?" I asked, looking around the table. "How can we be? It's not like, being best friends we would have done this on purpose. It does unnerve me that John knows me quite intimately now." she said blushing. "Otherwise, I was making love to my husband last night." "Well, if asked for details I'm going to be open and honest, so maybe we should say ‘don't ask, don't tell'....if you don't want the details, then don't ask and don't give specifics unless they are asked for. Agreed?" I said, looking around the table at each face to make sure they understood. "Agreed" came from all of them. "And if feelings change in any way for any one of us, we're all willing to sit down again and talk it over?" I asked, watching all nod their head in agreement. "Good, can we get on with our vacation now?" I whined Grabbing the rods and reels, bait and tackle, the men were out the door before Becky or I could say anything else. "Are you really okay with this, Becky? I'm scared to death that this will come us." "Yes, I'm okay. Not something I ever thought about happening, but if it had to happen, at least it was by accident and at least it was with someone I trust." she said coming up behind me and hugging me. Turning around, I hugged her back. Turning to clean up the breakfast dishes I said, "Good, I feel the same way...I can't imagine being okay with it if it had been any other woman. Strange sounding, I know." "Not strange." Becky said. "I feel the same way for some reason." she said as we finished up the kitchen. "Let's hit the beach and join the rest of them" I said. Turning around, I saw Becky already ahead of me with lounge chair, towel and beach bag. The boys were swimming in the surf while the girls built sandcastles in the sand as I set up my lounge chair next to Becky's. I spread the towel over my chair and sat down watching the kids at play. Becky lay silently on her stomach in a chair beside me, basking in the sun. "When did you realize it wasn't John?"came from the motionless figure beside me. "Welllll, had I not had so many margaritas, I would have realized it almost immediately. But as it was I didn't realize it wasn't John until almost the very end." I responded. "Quite a difference between the two of them, isn't there?" she offered. "Oh, yes....," I said, not sure where to go with this. "You didn't ‘feel' the difference from the beginning?" "Did you?" I countered Becky giggled before answering. "Honestly, I can't say that I did. I remember thinking, ‘oh that feels soooo good' which should have sent off bells because Walker is so, um, thick, that it's almost painrul when he pushes inside me." My turn to snicker, "John always stretches me when we've not made love for a few days, but I remember thinking that he never stretched me this much. It just didn't make it through the tequila." "So Walker stretched you, too? Was it painful for you, like it is to me sometimes?" "Oh, god, did he ever stretch me. There are several places on my body that's feeling it this morning and I won't walk right for a few days." I whined. "More than one? What other places would be sore, Claire....?" her voice trailed off as she lifted her sunglasses to look at me. "What other place did he stretch?' I could do nothing but sit there with a stupid grin on my face. "You had anal sex together?" she asked, not quite believing. "You took all of him in your ass?" "Yes." I replied quietly, more than a little embarrassed at her reaction for some reason "You said ‘several'. Where else?" Her eyes penetrating me as she waited for me to answer. "My throat." "What?! No way. I can't get even the head in my mouth....are you saying you got all of his cock into your mouth and down your throat?" she said fascinated, but not believing. "Yes. I thought it was John. I laid down on my back with my head dropped down over the side....John loves that position. He says he slips in to my mouth so easily. It took a little bit of work last night, but I just assumed it was because it's been a few days since we made love. He stretched me but I was enjoying the feel of him in my throat." "Oh. My. God.!" Becky stated emphatically. "I'm sorry" was all I could think to say. "Don't be sorry. NOW I'm jealous. Walker must have been in heaven if he was able to do that...well not just that. Anal sex, too... his fantasies coming to life" she laughed. "Please don't be jealous. I thought it was John, that's the only reason..." I said "I'm jealous because I can't do it, Claire.... that's all. Damn, you two must have made love for hours last night." she said watching, trying to read my face, "You did, didn't you?! Come on, I'm asking. Tell me." "Yes, we made love for hours." I confessed "What about you and John? I'm sure you made love for hours pleasuring each other." "Hmmmm, I'm not sure, but it might have been an hour. I woke up to his head between my legs, geeez he knows how to use that tongue of his... all the right spots to hit. And then I, um, well I did him." She said quickly. "You did, um, what?" I asked, wanting her to fess up as I did. "I sucked his cock," she said, not looking at me. "I should have realized when I was able to get all of him in my mouth that it wasn't Walker." "Yeah.....alcohol and pleasure can play tricks on the mind, can't they? Don't be embarrassed, Becky. I take it, no anal sex for you, though?" "Oh hell, no." she said without hesitation. "He is much too big for that. How did you manage?" Playing the memory over in my head, "Oh, a slow course in the art of soft stretching helped....I have to remind John that you just can't stick it in, so Walker got the lesson last night instead of John. And then he gave me a lesson in ‘it hurts sooooo good'" "Wow. It hurts like hell to me....nothing good about it. You are a wild woman." she said thoughtfully. "Listen who's talking" I said, smiling. "I just enjoy good sex." "Oh belive me. It was incredible just making slow, gently love......no pain, no stretching." she said dreamily. "I drifted off to sleep with the biggest smile on my face." "I'm sure we all did last night." I said.

_The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home._ Author's note: This story describes a game of Texas Hold 'em poker. The rules of the game of poker are often twisted in movies for dramatic effect. The most that a player may risk on a given hand are the remaining chips that they have. They cannot be forced out of a hand by another player betting more chips than they have. However, gamblers often create side bets, and those can bring into play far greater stakes than the chips at the table... ***** Jake pushed all of his chips into the middle of the poker table. " **Anything** I want?" he asked, letting the words hang in the air. Everybody knew what was implied, and they were all looking at Jackie. She looked down at her cards one more time. She had a full house, aces over tens. The only hand that was out there that could beat her was a straight flush—Jake could only win the hand if he was holding the seven and eight of hearts. The way he had bet, she was fairly certain he had a flush, which she had covered. She looked at Phil, sitting to her left. His raised eyebrows said that he wouldn't make that bet, but of course he wasn't in this hand. He didn't know how good her hand was. It wasn't like they were still dating, but she still whispered, "You wouldn't mind, would you?" He shrugged. "Hey, it's your ass if you lose." And there it was. The six friends had played cards almost every weekend since they were sophomores in college. At first, they had been three couples. Over the years, they had broken up, dated other people, and even dated other friends from their tight knit group. The poker nights remained, as did the friendship. Jake and Jackie had never dated, but she knew from Andrea and Sally that he had an enormous dick. Heck, even Phil had mentioned it when she had dated him. Jake had a really big, thick dick. He had never gotten to enjoy anal sex as a result, even though it was the one thing that turned him on the most. He loved watching anal porn, particularly when a gorgeous porn star would take a big porn star dick in her ass. Jake had dated lots of girls back when they had been in college. Some of those girls had sought him out because they had heard he was so well-endowed. Some of them even loved anal sex, but when they were faced with that massive trouser python, they invariably had the same response. "There is no way in hell you are putting that monster in my ass." Jake even joked that the one thing he really needed was penis-reduction surgery. Andrea had been dating Jake on a rather casual basis over the past year or so. She had let Jackie know that the rumors about Jake's dick size were no joke. She had breathlessly recounted over drinks how intimidated she was the first time she actually saw it hard and throbbing in front of her. "Oh, I had heard it was big," she said. "Sally confirmed that years ago, of course. I just figured it was maybe a little bigger than the guys I had been with before. But when he actually got hard and it was right there in front of my face...Jesus. I thought there was no way it was ever going to fit in my pussy. "As surprised as I was by his size, though, I was even more surprised just how gentle he was. You know what a big jerk he can be. When he was with me in bed, though, it was like an entirely different guy was there with me. Jake was so tender. He touched me so softly. It was just intoxicating. By the time that big dick was filling me up, I knew he was not going to hurt me." Andrea had drained the rest of her drink with a shudder, "But there's still no way that huge dick will ever fit in my ass." Jackie had actually enjoyed having a cock in her ass, going all the way back to high school. She was careful not to be the one to instigate anal with any of her boyfriends—she did not want to have that sort of reputation or the kind of attention it would bring. Once a guy was bold enough to take her asshole for the first time, though, she was happy to let him have it whenever he wanted. Phil had never been so bold when they had dated a couple of years back. He had admired Jackie's shapely little bottom and had even spanked it, but he had never been forward enough to bury his cock in it. Jackie's eyes flitted across the table to where Tommy sat. _He_ had been that bold, back when they dated in college. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he regarded her. Tommy was getting turned on, and she could tell. Even though they had broken up eight years ago, he could still picture the lovely Jackie groaning in orgasm as his cock pounded her horny little asshole. All of that flashed through her mind in mere moments as she sat at the table and tried to shake that off. Jake always beat her at cards, and she wanted so badly to rub his nose in it just this once. After all of these years playing together, they had gotten good at it. They could read each other to a certain degree, but they could also hide a lot of the more obvious tells from each other. Jake had to know she had a good hand. This might just be a ploy to scare her off of it. The problem was she was so short-stacked in the game that she couldn't take advantage of her killer hand. For once, she was convinced that she had Jake in a bind, but she needed more chips to really hurt him. She had breathed it as a rueful—and completely idle—comment to Phil, sitting next to her. "Oh, I just wish I had your chip stack," she had murmured, "I would give you anything you want to be able to force Jake all-in." But Jake had heard it. He had theatrically pushed his chips to the middle of the table, and said it loudly enough for everyone to hear. Now it was up to her to make a decision. She was really trying to ignore what they all knew the stakes were, to make the correct poker read. She could still fold. She had about twelve dollars left in chips, and could still play for the rest of the night, but it would put her in a bind. They only played for a fifty-dollar stake on these poker nights. Certainly, her ass was worth more than the seventy dollars that was currently in the pot. Jackie narrowed her eyes as she regarded Jake. He still had that cocky smile he always wore at the poker table, the one that had tormented her for years when he took her chips. They both knew that was part of the act. It would goad her into overplaying when she had a good hand. In recent months, she had managed to ignore that cocky smile, and had held onto more of her chips than normal. She had even been the overall winner twice in the past two months, but she hadn't taken Jake's chips from him directly. Jake's eyes gave him away, then. Jackie's narrowed eyes opened just a fraction when she caught the look of primal hunger that slipped through. He knew she had a full house. He was holding that seven and eight of hearts. He wanted her ass. Jackie tried not to shake when that ran through her. She had done it! She had gotten the correct read, and now she could get away from this hand. Only... Her hands played idly with her chips as she looked at the ceiling, as if she were calculating her odds one more time. Her peripheral vision took in everyone at the table. She was watching Andrea, to see what her reaction was. Jackie had not looked at her directly, and did not want to take for granted that Andrea would allow her boyfriend—casual though they might be—to fuck her friend in the ass. The friendships at this table were far more valuable than satisfying any sexual itch she might have. That had always been the case with the six of them. Even though she and Tommy had been wild in college, Tommy's wife was fine with him holding these poker games in their home, despite Jackie being part of it. They both understood that there would be no shenanigans between Tommy and his now ex-girlfriend. Andrea's face was flushed, her pupils slightly dilated, and her breathing was a little ragged. She was actually turned on by the thought of Jake's massive tool opening Jackie's ass. When she saw that, Jackie's itchy bottom gave an involuntary twitch. She had been alone for too long. She was also alone among the three women at the table in that she was the only one who had not had the pleasure of meeting Jake's legendary dick in person. Her eyes met Jake's then, and his eyes opened when he saw the look in her eyes. She was going to call him. They both knew that she was going to do it, and they both knew that he was going to win. Jackie grinned and narrowed her eyes again before she started the familiar trash talk that covered what they both knew this was about. "Oh, I'm taking your bet, and all your chips," she started. "You have had this coming for a long time, Jake. Sorry, Andrea, but I am taking your boyfriend down!" She stood up and theatrically slapped her ace-ten on the poker table. There were whistles and an "Ooh!" from Phil when they saw her full house revealed. Jake's eyes were wide as he looked at Jackie, knowing what she was doing. Only Sally caught on, and her breath caught briefly as she looked back and forth between them. Jake recovered, and the obnoxious grin was back in place. "Wow, that is a really good hand, Jackie," he said. He was a dick about it, waiting until she reached to gather the pot before he dropped his cards face- up on the table. "Just not quite good enough." Jackie made a really good show of looking crestfallen, slumping back into her chair and reaching to drain the last of her mixed drink. "I guess I'm out," she finally said softly, before getting out of her chair to refill her drink. Sally caught her eye as she rose to join Jackie at the bar. They didn't have to say anything. Jackie's show might have fooled Andrea, Tommy and Phil, but Jake and Sally knew. "I can't believe you did that," Sally said. The petite brunette shook her head and her eyes were wide. It made Jackie second-guess her decision. _Why **did** I do that?_ she wondered. _I had it figured out. I should have just folded the hand. Why did I just agree to let that arrogant prick have me like that?_ She had known Sally and Andrea for almost a decade, and they had shared some really intimate stories over the years. Between the three of them, they had dated a lot of guys. Jake had always seemed like the kind of guy that Jackie would never consider dating; he was just so arrogant and cocky, and it infuriated her. She had wondered how her friends could date such an annoying guy. Sally was one of the sweetest, nicest people you could ever meet. It always seemed incongruous to Jackie that she would date a guy like Jake. As they regarded each other and mixed their drinks, Jackie once again recalled how Sally had explained it to her all those years ago. "Oh, he's not like that at all when we're alone," Sally had protested. "Really, that whole bravado thing he puts on is just a front. Those Business majors are all a bunch of sharks, and he has to act like that to protect himself. I'm telling you, Jake is one of the sweetest guys you will ever meet." Jackie had to hope that was true. She had bet her ass and lost, and she had no doubt that Jake would collect his favorite fantasy. Now she had to wonder if her horny bottom would be up to the challenge. She sat at the bar and sipped her drink, watching as her friends continued the poker game. She had to wonder, then, if her act had really fooled anyone at that table. They had all been friends and shared these poker nights for such a long time. Jackie had felt like she had played it correctly, but now she had to wonder as each of her them looked at her over the remaining hour of that game. Andrea was so turned on that she had trouble focusing on the game. She came over three times to get another drink, which was more than she normally had in an entire poker night. Each time she approached Jackie, she was breathing heavily and looking her over in a way that made Jackie moist. It had not occurred to her that Andrea might insist on being present when she paid up on that bet, and now it was something else for her to contemplate. Tommy was noticeably hard when he grabbed another beer. This was not the first time their eyes met in a horny exchange over poker nights in his home. They had agreed that nothing could ever happen between them, and Tommy's wife, Linda, kept him satisfied in the bedroom. Jackie had to admit that they made an excellent couple, far better than she and Tommy would have been. "I can't believe you did that either," Phil breathed out softly when he finally came over to get another drink. The look on his face said that he thought she was playing to win. "That was a really bad beat," he sighed. Unlike Tommy, he did not seem to be turned on at the prospect of what was sure to happen to his ex-girlfriend's sweet ass. Jake was the last to approach her at the bar. He had practically stopped drinking after that sensational hand. He had been so preoccupied that he had surrendered a substantial chunk of his chip stack to Sally and Phil, and he was struggling to win some of it back. Jake whispered briefly into Andrea's ear before he stood and made his way to the bar. Jackie had to admit that his poker face now was the best she had ever seen. She had no idea what he would say to her. It just made her more anxious, and her pussy wetter. Jake was a tall guy, and she found herself looking up at his face as he mixed a rum and coke. "You were serious, weren't you?" he finally whispered. "Yes," she croaked after a moment's pause. "Andrea said it was okay," he whispered again. "I'll call you later tonight." Jackie looked down at the drink in her hand. The ripples on the pale surface of that White Russian let her know how much her hand was shaking. She turned back to the bar, setting down the drink and taking a deep breath. * * * Nobody had said anything else about the bet as they ended the card game and gave each other their usual hugs and good-byes. Jackie drove to her condo and let out a huge breath that she had been holding all night. She shook her head and mixed a really strong drink. Now that she didn't have to worry about driving anywhere, she could get a good buzz and try to work through what she had been thinking. She stripped and put on a lightweight robe, sipping her drink as she sat on her couch and waited for Jake to call her. She knew she would be playing with herself before she went to sleep, imagining what was going to happen. It had been three months since she had been laid, and that was certainly part of it. She would never have made that bet if she was getting any lately. _I don't even **like** Jake,_ she thought once again. She shook her head. _Is it just that I have fantasized about his big dick?_ She didn't think that was the case. If that had been it, she certainly could have had him years ago. Jake had made no secret that he found her attractive. She considered him a friend, but more as one of the friends in her group than a friend to her personally. They had only had a handful of personal conversations over the years, and those were teasing at best. They had never gotten into a fight or anything like that. Jake had tormented her at the poker table, but it never carried over. He had given her some sound financial advice over the years, but that was usually financial advice he was giving to the group rather than anything personal for her. Following his advice had paid for this place, she reflected as she looked around at her comfortable condo. When her phone finally rang, she jumped in her seat. She spilled a bit of her mixed drink on her robe, and she muttered to herself as she set the drink on the coffee table and picked up her phone. "Hello?" she said. "Hey." The man's voice on her phone was unrecognizable. Surely this couldn't be Jake? Jackie held her phone in front of her and looked at it. Nope, it was Jake. He just sounded nothing like the arrogant bastard from the poker table. She put the phone back to her face. "Are you alright?" she asked. "Um," he replied, "I think so. You really shook me up with that play, Jackie." His voice actually sounded shaky to her. In losing that bet, she had gotten her long-standing wish: she had really gotten to that cocky bastard for once. Jackie grinned to herself when she realized it. Then she bit her lip. There was still the matter of paying off that bet. "Is Andrea mad?" she asked. "Sort of," Jake replied. He sounded like he was being very careful as he chose his words. "I think she wants to be there, but I told her that was not going to happen. She asked if we should break up, since you would be giving me what I've always wanted. I really hope that was just the alcohol talking." Jackie could practically see Andrea making a speech like that, after she'd had a few too many drinks. She nodded into the phone. "That sounds like Andrea. I...I don't think I could go through with it with anyone watching." There was an uncomfortably long silence. "But you think you can go through with it if we're alone?" Jake finally breathed into the phone. The hunger in his voice had her dripping with anticipation. "Yes," she breathed in response. "When should we...?" Jake had never sounded so tentative, so unsure of himself. It just turned her on more. "Tomorrow night, here at my place," she said firmly. "If we wait any longer than that, I will chicken out for sure." "Okay," Jake replied through dry lips. He cleared his throat, and Jackie heard him lick his lips before he continued. "Should I bring anything?" "Nope," she replied. "Just bring your self. I will take care of the rest." "Okay," he said again. He wrestled with himself, thinking of and discarding a dozen things before he settled for, "Good night, then. I can't wait." "Good night," Jackie replied, hanging up. In his apartment, Jake sat and stared at his phone for three minutes. He still could not believe this was really happening. His dick was as hard as he could ever remember it being, bulging obscenely in his slacks. It was entirely possible that she would still back down when she saw it, he reflected. It would not be the first time. He got his labored breathing under control, trying to temper his expectations. He had to prepare himself, to accept it when Jackie changed her mind. Jackie had cleaned the stain from her robe and dropped it into the washer. Now, she was lying in her bed and was pushing her biggest, thickest dildo into her horny and lubricated ass. It was only the third time she had taken this monster back there, and it had her pussy on fire to think that she could be getting the real thing tomorrow night. It was a little painful, the way that thick phallus stretched her open. On the other hand, once the bulbous head was in her channel, it felt absolutely wonderful. Jackie's pussy exploded in orgasm, and she shook and took the time to catch her breath. She just hoped that Jake would be as gentle as her friends had assured her he could be. * * * Jake's knock was firm on her front door the next evening. It was still light outside. Even though she had told him not to bring anything, he still held a lovely bouquet of flowers and a nice bottle of wine. He was dressed in a sharp pair of slacks with a dress shirt and a tie. He looked like he was arriving for a first date, Jackie realized as she looked at him through the peephole in her door. She, on the other hand, was dressed in garters and stockings, with a matching lace demi-bra that emphasized her breasts. A lace gown was draped over the ensemble, but it wasn't something she would want her neighbors to see her wearing. She worried for a moment that she had made herself look too eager. Certainly, her outfit was completely at odds with the 'first date' attire that Jake was wearing. They were both nervous as she opened the door and let him in. His eyes wandered over her body for a lovely minute before he caught himself and forced his eyes back to meet hers. Jackie was terribly nervous, and could not help but to wisecrack. "I expected you to knock at the back door," she said with an arched eyebrow and a grin. Jake laughed too hard at the jibe, clearly as nervous as she was. She took the offered flowers and sniffed them approvingly. Once again she raised an eyebrow when she read the label on the wine. Neither of them were really oenophiles, but this was a serious bottle of wine by almost anyone's standards. Jake was really pulling out all the stops on this, Jackie realized. She took the time then to really look him over. Oh, he was a good-looking guy. That had never been a question in her mind. Despite how annoying he could be, she had always known he was a handsome man. He wasn't out-of-her-league gorgeous, but he was very attractive. He was almost a foot taller than she was. She reached up and began unfastening his tie after she had set the flowers and wine on her kitchen counter. "You, sir, are overdressed," she said softly. "Sorry," he croaked. He was far too nervous to make an attempt at humor. "Kiss me, Jake," she ordered in that same soft tone, her hands deftly removing his tie and tossing it to the floor. He complied, his lips gently seeking hers as she continued to undress him. Jake was a far better kisser than she had imagined. Jackie was on fire with lust as she removed his shirt and cast it aside. Jake managed to maintain the kiss as he kicked off his shoes. Jackie unbuckled his belt and trousers and let them drop to the floor. _Oh, boy,_ she thought, _that is bigger than I thought. That is one huge dick._ The massive pillar of cock meat protruding from the front of those boxers was worthy of a porn star. One of the better-endowed porn stars, at that. Jackie had lubricated her asshole and prepared it with her biggest dildo, but even that monster was still not quite as big as the real thing. _This is really going to stretch my ass wide open,_ she thought. That thought made her pussy drool in anticipation. Jake was completely at a loss for words when Jackie reached out to squeeze his erect cock in her small hand. Her nipples looked incredible as they poked against the lace of her sexy gown. He followed automatically when she pulled him along by his dick. Jake had never been to her place before, and felt like he should say something complimentary about her condo. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her mesmerizing ass or form a coherent thought. This had been his fantasy forever, and he just expected that it would end as it always had, with him disappointed but trying to be a nice guy about it. That sweet ass looked like the stuff of his wet dreams, close enough to touch. He did reach out and gently squeezed Jackie's taught cheeks when she stopped at the side of her bed and looked over her shoulder at him. "Oh, god," he moaned. Her asshole was glistening when her cheeks spread slightly. She had lubricated it for him. She was completely serious about letting him fuck her in the ass. She turned and slid his boxers down his thighs, opening her lips to take the tip of his bloated cock head into her mouth. She moaned around that salty mouthful as Jake carefully stepped out of his underpants. Jackie licked her way around his head and shaft, until the length of his cock was wet with her saliva. It was all a delicious preamble, not intended as proper lubrication. She gave the tip one final kiss before rising to her feet. Jackie reached over to her nightstand and handed him the bottle of lubricant. "Do you know what to do?" she asked. Her face was completely serious, as was his response. "I have been waiting for this my whole life," he breathed. "I know what to do." "Good," she replied simply, turning and sliding onto the bed. Her shapely bottom was pointed directly at him, and her hands reached back to spread her cheeks open invitingly. Jake carefully lubricated the length of his cock before setting the lube down within easy reach. Thanks to his height advantage, he was able to pull Jackie's hips toward him, lining up the bulbous head with her tight little pucker as he stood by the bed. Jackie looked over her shoulder at his lust- contorted face. She felt the heat of his mushroom head as it pressed against her tight little ring. She carefully controlled her breathing and her fear. She focused instead on the obvious, naked hunger on her longtime friend's face instead. _God, he looks so hot,_ she thought. She could not help but gasp, though, when she felt her sphincter being spread open by that massive cock head. Jake jerked reflexively when he heard her sharp intake of breath. He stopped trying to press forward and held still. "Am I hurting you?" he asked in a pained voice. Years of rejection showed on his face, and it was clear to Jackie that he expected this to be the end of it. "Don't you dare fucking stop," she hissed at him, meeting his eyes with a determined horniness that matched his. "We didn't get this far just to quit now. Stop teasing me with that dick, and start giving it to me!" Jake's hands shook on her hips. It took all of his self-control to make sure he did this right—the way he had practiced it in his mind, just in case he ever got the chance to actually do it. His eyes flitted back and forth from Jackie's face to her asshole as his thick cock head stretched her wide open. They both gasped out loud in disbelief when the ridge finally slipped inside that maddeningly tight little ring. "The...the head is inside," Jake groaned, licking his dry lips to form the words. Jackie was breathing heavily and just nodded in response. Her tortured little asshole felt impossibly stretched by that thick cock. It was all she could do not to cry out. She knew, though, that if she did he would likely pull it out. That would hurt more, and she desperately wanted to feel that massive member deeper inside her. She dropped her forehead to the sheets and managed to speak. "Keep going," she croaked out. She hoped she didn't sound like she was in pain. It did hurt, but it also sent shivers of sensation the likes of which she had never imagined. She saw stars, fireworks, and other flashes of light as she nearly blacked out. Oh, it hurt like hell! At the same time, the pleasure was already almost orgasmic. That rubbery little ring of muscle was stretched further than she had ever thought it could be, but it was starting to grudgingly relax around the thickness of that massive shaft. Jake held still with the head and the first inch of his shaft buried in the impossible tightness of a woman's ass for the first time. He carefully controlled his breathing as his eyes feasted on the vision. Even if this was as far as it went, he would savor that image for the rest of his life. He held still and felt the muscles of Jackie's bottom squeezing him delightfully. Oh, he wouldn't come from this. Still, it felt amazing. It was a real shock when she started pushing back, slowly forcing more of him inside. He stopped breathing entirely and watched his cock disappearing little by little. After three minutes, he took a ragged, noisy breath of air. "Jesus," he groaned. Half of his massive dick was now inside Jackie's ass! _This is really happening!_ his mind screamed. _You are fucking Jackie IN HER ASS!_ He suddenly remembered his 'training' from reading all those books and watching all those instructional videos. He reached over and grabbed the lube, dribbling a bit more of the stuff around the juncture of his shaft and her sphincter. "Damn, that's cold," Jackie grunted. "Sorry," he replied in a whisper. She groaned again as he pulled back slightly, working the slippery stuff around his shaft before sliding it slowly deeper into her clutching bowels. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped out. The thick ridge of his cock head had just mashed her g-spot through the thin walls separating her hungry holes. Her body shook as a mini-orgasm shook her to the core. Jake read her reaction correctly for once, and he held still and savored the tightness gripping his cock. He waited for her to relax again, and then he slowly slid another inch in before pulling back and applying more lube. He set the bottle down and leaned over her back, reaching his hands up under her gown to find and fondle her aching breasts. "Jackie," he murmured, "your ass is fantastic. I still can't believe I'm fucking you in the ass." She groaned as she felt his thick glans once again pressing deep inside her. He slid in and out, very slowly, three more times. She let out a gasp when she felt his balls touch her soaked pussy lips. Her head came up off of the bed, and she turned her wide-eyed face to his. "It's all the way in!" she whispered in disbelief. He nodded, but his wide eyes let her know that he couldn't believe it either. Their panting began to synchronize as Jake slid in and out of her with full- length strokes. Those were almost painfully slow...at first. A glance at her bedside clock revealed that they had taken almost half an hour to get to this point. However, the hard part—the 'work'—was done. Jackie's asshole was now comfortable with the girth that was sliding in and out of it. "Faster!" she hissed. Jake released her hanging breasts and rose to grab her hips. He shook his head in disbelief once again as he watched his glistening shaft drive in and out of that sexy little butthole. Her shapely little bottom shook and the muscles rippled each time he thrust his hips forward to slap against her. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she muttered as he built up speed and fucked her ass. "Coming!" she let out as a strangled cry. He stopped thrusting, but only for a moment. "No! Keep going!" she howled. She didn't have to ask twice. Jake was reveling in the amazing feel of her tight ass as he pounded his full length in and out of her. He did slow down briefly to reach over and add more lube, but he was being overly safe at that point. Jackie was delirious as he pounded her horny asshole. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass!" she cried out. All too soon, he felt his balls clenching up. "Oh, fuck!" he bellowed, "I'm going to come!" "YESS!" she cried out loud, "Do it! Come in my ass!" Jake's cry was strangled, and his whole body shook as he erupted inside her. Jackie once again saw a light show as her own orgasm exploded through her body. They shared what looked like an epileptic fit as they jerked out of control with the intensity of that shared climax. After his cock slowed to gentle pulses of cream inside Jackie's ass, they both collapsed forward onto the bed. They panted together, and Jake's lips found her earlobe and nibbled on it while he struggled for breath. "That...was amazing," he panted into her ear, "Thank you...so much, Jackie." She turned her head and her lips found his. She kissed him back, and then softly bit down on his bottom lip. "I hope you don't think we're done," she said. Jake's dick lurched and started to harden again inside her stretched and well- fucked asshole. "Mmm. That's better," she said, kissing him again. He pulled back and thrust his renewed erection into her ass with a wet _smack!_ "MUCH better!" she gasped. Round two was just getting started. His knees got between hers and forced her legs wide apart as his dick pounded her. Jackie gasped and came over and over as her body was pinned, helplessly wide open beneath his. The angle of penetration was unbelievable—it felt like that fat cock was just _thumping_ directly into her sensitive g-spot every time it drove into her ass. The sheets beneath her hips were drenched with her juices and the massive load from Jake's first orgasm as his cock forced it out of her. She did black out, briefly, following a particularly intense orgasm. When she came to, he was still relentlessly fucking her ass. "Wait," she managed to gasp out. After two more thrusts, Jake held still. He was breathing heavily into her ear. "Do you need to stop?" he asked softly. "Just for a bit," she said, "I'm having trouble breathing like this." "Oh! Sorry!" he said, quickly rolling off of her. They both shivered as his impossibly long shaft slid out of the tightness of her bottom. Jackie rolled onto her side, facing him in her bed. She cradled his face in her hand and kissed him softly while looking into his eyes. "I wasn't sure I would be able to go through with it," she said softly after that kiss. "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to," he grinned in reply, shaking his head sympathetically. "That couldn't have been easy for you." She reached over and found his cock, stroking it gently. "No, it was not," she replied. "But it was totally worth it." She kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth and letting him know they were not done before pushing him onto his back. His eyes lit up as she reached for the lube. She squatted above him, looking impossibly sexy as she slid his freshly-lubricated cock back into the welcoming heat of her tight ass. "Oh, god," she groaned as she sank down on him. Jake reached up to squeeze her breasts as she rode him, and she whipped the gown over her head to give him better access to them. He sat up as best he could to worship her nipples with his mouth. His hands reached around to cup and squeeze her bottom as she bounced up and down. She was taking him like a champ, and her orgasmic cries just made it that much more intense for both of them. Jackie shook through one final, crazy orgasm before she had to stop. They were both awfully shaky as they walked out to the kitchen. She poured them each a tall glass of ice water, and sat on his lap at her dining room table. He was still fully erect, and his shaft protruded between their bellies as she faced him and sipped her water. She swallowed the water in her mouth, and reached down to touch the huge dick once again in disbelief. "Still can't believe it fit inside you?" he asked. "That, and I can't believe how much I want it in there again," she replied. Ten minutes later, she was pressed against the wall in her shower as that gigantic cock once again pounded into her horny asshole. She shook as she felt him thicken inside her, and they both cried out when he filled her ass with a second massive load of cum. Once again, she was struck at just how gentle he could be. Her legs failed after that intense orgasm, but he caught her and held her carefully until she regained her strength. Afterward, he was tender as he cleaned the sloppy mess out of her well-used bottom. He was every bit as thorough and careful as he gently sponged the rest of her sensitive body clean beneath the warm spray. He dried her body and her hair, and even brushed her hair as he stood behind her in front of the bathroom mirror. She felt him touch her right buttock, and reached down to find his cock. Once again, he was getting hard. Jackie looked at his handsome face in the mirror as her hand closed on the fat shaft of his dick. She was wondering how many times that amazing dick could come in one night. She smiled softly when she realized it had become her goal to find out. "What's so amusing?" Jake asked her when he saw that smile. "I just realized we're not done yet," she replied, "and I am surprisingly happy about it." "Good," he said, "because there is something I have always wanted to try." They made their way to the living room, and once he had thoroughly lubricated her ass, she found herself bent over the back of her couch. Jake was careful, once again, but it took only a minute before she was ready for another vigorous pounding. Jake stood behind her and feasted his eyes on the incredible sight of that sexy bottom once again surrendering to his thick cock. His phone started going off in the pocket of his discarded dress slacks, just a few feet behind them. "Who could that be?" he gasped, still driving into her sexy backside. Jackie started to warn him not to stop, but then she thought better of it. "You should probably _unh!_ see who it is," she grunted. Once again, they both groaned as his slick cock slowly withdrew from her tight embrace. He grabbed his phone and answered it without bothering to see who it was, feeding his cock back into her hungry sphincter as he spoke. "Hello?" he said. "Well?" Andrea's voice came over the line, "Did she actually go through with it?" "Not yet," he lied, as his cock slowly pistoned in and out of Jackie's tight and welcoming asshole. "I think we are both way too nervous for it to actually happen. Maybe if we had a second or third date, it could." Jackie bit her lip to hold back her groan as she listened to Jake and felt his massive dick fucking her ass again. She was already coming. She understood what he was doing with this phone call—paving the way for more sessions like the one she was currently relishing, while at the same time keeping it secret. "Well, I have to tell you," Andrea said, "I can not believe how turned on it got me, just thinking about it." "You know she's right here?" Jake said, cutting her off, "She can probably hear what you're saying right now, Andrea." "Oh!" Andrea gulped, "Sorry! I'll let you get back to your 'date' then. Will you be over tonight?" "Maybe," Jake replied, really thrusting hard into Jackie's eager asshole, "depends on how long I'm here. I'll call and let you know, okay?" "Okay." Jake hung up and dropped the phone. His hands seized Jackie's hips and he gave her a series of really strong and deep thrusts. She once again cried out loud as one orgasm gave way to a more powerful second one. "OHMYFUCKINGGOD!" she screamed. Jake had been right on the verge of his own orgasm, but he held back and slowed his pace. He wanted to continue, and feared that the third load from his balls might drain them for the night. Jackie's phone started to ring, then. Jake pulled out and she waddled over to her counter to pick up her phone. "Hey, Sally," she said, settling onto a bar stool. She swiveled her hips from side to side, her ass hanging invitingly off of the back of the stool facing Jake. His cock wagged in front of him as he stalked up behind her to take that inviting ass. Jackie shivered when he entered her, but she managed to control her voice on the phone. "He's still here, actually. I'm not sure I can go through with it, you know? Oh, here he is. Mind if I call you back later?" Once again, she bit her lip. She threw her head back and sucked in air as her ass was filled. This had been a fantasy of hers, ever since she had seen it on a video online. After Sally hung up, Jackie switched her phone to video mode and handed it to Jake. "Make a movie for me," she gasped, "I want to see you fucking my ass from behind like this!" * * * An hour later, they lay in her bed and watched that video together. It was shaky, of course. That made it no less arousing to watch. "God, I still can't believe that huge thing fits in my ass," Jackie sighed, stroking the cock in question with her right hand while holding her phone in her left. At the end of the video, Jake had pulled his rampant erection out of her and stroked it, shooting his load all over her upturned bottom. One rope of the stuff had shot right into her wide-open little hole. When he had finished firing off those five impressive shots, he thrust his dick back into her ass and held it there. The camera showed half of his pulsing length as her tight asshole drained the rest of his cum. "That was so fucking hot," she breathed. The hard dick throbbing in her hand clearly agreed with her. She looked into Jake's flushed face. "Nobody else **ever** gets to see this, got it?" "Of course," he replied, looking a little confused, "but it's on your phone. Unless you show it to someone..." "Oh, I'm sending a copy to you," she breathed, stroking his dick faster, "I want you to look at it, and I want you to be rock hard when you look forward to our next 'date'. Got it?" "Yes, ma'am," he breathed. Not that he needed a video. He would be replaying every second of this evening over and over in his mind. * * * Neither of them could wait for the next weekend and their next date. Tuesday night, Jake was back at her condo. Unlike the laborious half hour required for their first anal coupling, he was pounding her sweet asshole twelve minutes after he walked in her front door this time. Jackie was completely naked, lying on her back with her legs thrown over Jake's muscular shoulders. She was wide-eyed as that first intense orgasm ripped through her body. It happened so fast! It took her breath away, and she feared she would pass out from the force of her orgasm. She felt like Jake's voice was calling her away from the edge of that abyss. His voice was ragged, nearly a sob as he got a single word out with each thrust of his magnificent rod into her achingly tight little hole. "So...fucking...good!" he gasped. Jackie's eyes locked onto his, and she shuddered through a second spectacular orgasm as he swelled and exploded deep inside her. He stopped thrusting and held his pulsing dick all the way inside her to the hilt. At the same time, he reached down to lightly stroke her forehead and cheek. There was loving disbelief in his eyes as he looked at her face and gently touched her. That scared her a little bit. "What's got you so worked up tonight," she managed to get out, "were you watching that video?" "No," he sighed. "I couldn't stop thinking about it, but it was Andrea who made it unbearable." Jackie cocked her head and her brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Does she know?" "No," he replied, shaking his head. "She has been teasing me about it though. She was teasing me with her ass, if that makes any sense." Andrea had a nice, ample backside. It was the kind of voluptuous bottom that an ass-man would love to spend a few decades worshipping. Jackie could just picture her friend waving that sweet, pear-shaped ass in front of Jake. It gave her a start to realize how she now considered such a move. Jake was such a sweetheart, and made an obvious target for teasing. It was Andrea who now seemed like the obnoxious one in her mind, and Jackie could imagine turning the tables on her long-time friend to give her what she deserved. "What on earth are you thinking?" Jake breathed, seeing the evil grin that spread across her face. "I'm thinking it's high time you got to fuck Andrea in her teasing little asshole," Jackie purred up at him. Unable to help it, Jake groaned at the thought and his cock gave a delicious lurch inside Jackie's bottom. "Oh, you like that idea too, don't you?" she continued. "Can you imagine what will happen to poor Andrea when I set her up for you? You can practically see it now, can't you, Jake. Andrea just helpless to resist as you take that nice, fat dick and start filling her tight little ass with it." Her words became an incoherent jumble. Their blazing eyes locked and Jake resumed driving into her hungry asshole with his suddenly renewed and throbbing erection. She was a dream come true for him. Not only was she happily taking every thrust of his cock in her ass, but she was going to help him get into Andrea's delectable backside as well. In the afterglow of that second energetic ass-fucking, they lay in her bed and plotted Andrea's downfall. * * * Andrea was surprised to get that phone call from Jackie the next afternoon. Jackie had sounded a little nervous over the phone, as if she could not talk freely. Andrea was intrigued, of course, but did not suspect a thing. When Jackie asked if she was free for drinks later, Andrea was happy to oblige. "That sounds great," she said, "I'd love to meet you for drinks." "Not out in public," Jackie hastily added, "We need to be someplace we won't be overheard." That got Andrea's undivided attention. She did not know if it involved Jake, but that smacked of a really juicy story and she was hooked. "My place okay, or would you prefer for me to come over there?" Andrea whispered breathlessly into her phone. "Your place is fine," Jackie said, "I'll see you at six, okay?" "Okay." Andrea looked at her phone as she returned it to her desk. The last three hours of work dragged by as she looked forward to this evening with Jackie. Her imagination ran wild as she contemplated all sorts of possibilities. What would Jackie have to reveal? * * * Jackie had practiced her part the night before. She knew that she could keep that dreamy expression on her face when she described in delicious detail how incredible it felt to have Jake's massive cock buried in her ass. There was more—much more—that she had prepared to plant the seed in Andrea's mind. It all started with an apology, though. Jackie sat at her friend's dining room table and took a long sip of the cool drink before she blurted it out. "I am so, so sorry, Andrea," she said. The rest followed all in a rush, "I know I should have checked with you first, but there he was. And then it just...happened." Andrea froze. She stared at the dreamy expression on Jackie's face, as her own expression turned to wide-eyed disbelief. "What just happe—whoa!" she leaned forward in her chair, "Are you saying you and Jake...you actually let him...?" Jackie nodded. That dreamy smile never left her lips. "Jake came over last night. He was upset because you had been teasing him. He said you were 'teasing him with your ass' and he was all worked up. I felt bad for the guy, but I still wasn't sure I could actually take him like that. And then we were in my bedroom, and he was so nice and irresistible. I couldn't believe it was happening when he started—to be fair, I don't think he could believe it either." "Oh, god," Andrea gasped excitedly. "Didn't it hurt?" "At first," Jackie nodded, "it hurt like hell for the first couple of minutes. But even then I knew it was going to be amazing. You were absolutely right, Andrea, he was so gentle and nice. He was like a completely different Jake than the guy I have known for years." Andrea moaned and nodded. She knew exactly how Jake could be. It was the reason she loved having him in her bed. The massive pussy-pleaser between his legs was amazing, but it was more of a perk. Jake would have been an incredible lover even if he wasn't so well-endowed. Jackie completely changed course, then. It was so abrupt that Andrea shook her head trying to figure out where this was going. "You remember Oscar, from back when we were in college, right?" Oscar was a guy they had both dated. Andrea had been with him their junior year, and Jackie had dated him a year or so later. "Um, yeah," Andrea mumbled. "I remember Oscar." "He had the thickest cock I ever had in my ass before Jake," Jackie said dreamily, "You know how that felt. Having that thick cock head driving into your ass, and the way it pressed your g-spot with every stroke. That was why I knew Jake was going to give me the most intense orgasms once I could take him in my ass." "You let Oscar fuck your ass?" Andrea blurted out. She hadn't even considered taking Oscar in her asshole, but that thick shaft had felt remarkable in her pussy. "You didn't? Oh, Andrea," Jackie feigned surprise and shook her head. "You really missed out on a treat." Andrea was unaware that she was gulping her mixed drink until she went to take a sip and it was empty. Without even thinking about it, she got up and started mixing another. She was hanging on every word coming out of Jackie's mouth. Andrea was no anal virgin. She simply had not enjoyed it nearly as much as Jackie had. To hear Jackie describe it, though, made it sound far more enjoyable than Andrea recalled from her limited experience. Part of that, though, sounded like she had simply not allowed the right guys to have access to her tender backdoor. Andrea had just assumed that guys with thick cocks like Oscar would be worse than the smaller-dicked guys that she had allowed to fuck her ass. She had never considered what Jackie was now describing: the intense pleasure of a thick cock head deep in her ass. Andrea was soaking wet by the time she drained that second mixed drink. Her legs were shaky as Andrea made her way back to the kitchen to mix another drink, but not from the alcohol she had consumed. Her pussy was on fire with arousal, and her asshole was practically twitching at the detailed erotic images Jackie had conjured up. There was still that part of her mind that refused the idea of Jake's massive cock going into her asshole. She could not help but imagine her little sphincter being ripped by such a severe stretching. However, that part of her mind now had to contend with something new. She could actually imagine intense pleasure from having a nice, thick cock deep inside her bottom. The dreamy look on Jackie's face when she described the intense orgasms she had experienced forced Andrea to rethink her entire stance. It wasn't just Jake, either. There was Oscar, and there were a handful of other guys that Jackie described. Some of those were men that Andrea knew. She was beginning to feel like she had just missed out on something spectacular. She was halfway through that third mixed drink, and was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Jackie's next words made her blood run cold. "Well, I've gone on far too long about all that," Jackie said quietly, "I really came here to apologize. I didn't mean to steal Jake from you, Andrea." "What!?" Andrea was once again thrown by this sudden change of direction. "What are you talking about, Jackie?" "Jake said you were going to break up. He said you were the one who mentioned it first. Didn't you say that he should date me, since I would be giving him what he wanted?" "Well, I did say that, but I was kidding! I can't believe he told you that. I can't believe he thought I was serious! Dammit!" Andrea slurped down half of her third mixed drink in one long gulp. "Whoa, slow down there, Andrea!" Jackie cautioned. "I'm sorry. The way Jake said it, I thought you were serious about breaking things off with him. I just assumed you guys had never been that serious, and you were ready to move on anyway. I take it, from your response, that you were more interested in him than you let on?" Andrea really had to think about it before she could answer. A montage of wonderful moments with Jake played through her tipsy mind. Worse, she now had intense images that Jackie had planted as well, of Jake pounding her friend's sexy ass. Jake's massive cock overlaid images of his loving face looking down at her. "I don't want to lose him," she sobbed. Jackie got up and hustled around the table to comfort her friend. "What am I going to do, Jackie?" "Oh, that's easy," Jackie smiled reassuringly, "You know what he really wants. All you have to do is give it to him." Andrea blinked as she looked at her friend's warm smile. It really was that simple, wasn't it? All she had to do was—whoa! Wait, was she seriously considering this? "I don't know if I can do that," she gasped weakly. "Sure you can," Jackie said, squeezing her shoulders reassuringly, "and you're going to love it! Trust me." "How can you be so sure?" "Because I'm going to help you," Jackie smiled, and then she went over to pick up her purse. She had come prepared to help Andrea with this very thing. The two of them had, back in their college days, done some wild things together. It was those memories that made Andrea want to watch when Jackie originally lost that bet to her hung boyfriend. The two women were a study in contrasts. Andrea had long blonde hair and was voluptuous, with larger breasts and hips. Jackie kept her auburn hair cut to shoulder length, and she had a tight, toned body. Each of them thought the other woman was sexy, but the truth is that both of them were. Andrea drained her third mixed drink, and allowed Jackie to lead her to her bedroom. She had drunk enough alcohol, and she was so turned on from Jackie's erotic stories, that she was incredibly aroused as Jackie stripped off her clothing. Her eyes widened when she watched Jackie lay out a trio of increasingly large dildos, as well as a bottle of anal lubricant. "You may have to tie me up for this to work," she blurted out. "That may be a good idea," Jackie replied, nodding thoughtfully. Andrea couldn't believe she had said it. She was just drunk enough that she didn't realize Jackie had subtly coaxed her into saying it. Ten minutes later, though, she was tied spread-eagled on her bed, and she gasped as Jackie worked the first thick dildo into her well-lubricated backdoor. This had been part of the scheme Jake had suggested the night before. Although Jackie was vaguely aware of it, Jake knew that Andrea really got a thrill out of being tied up and used. She just would never allow Jake to do anything with her sexy bottom. This time, she was tied to her bed specifically to allow Jackie to work over her tight asshole. Andrea was shocked when that thick artificial cock forced an amazing orgasm from her. "Oh my god!" she gasped in disbelief, "I had no idea..." Her words trailed off as her eyeballs rolled up in her head. Jackie smiled in satisfaction as she watched her friend's entire body tremble through that first intense orgasm. Within minutes, Andrea was eagerly pushing her shapely bottom back to force more of the dildo into her stretched rectum. It was all an incredible blur of sensual delights for Andrea. She was not even aware of it when Jackie switched to the second and third dildo. She was only aware of how much more intense the pleasure became. Jackie had not shown her friend the largest dildo, the monster that was just slightly smaller than Jake's massive dick. She reached into her purse for it when Andrea was gasping through her fifth anal orgasm. "Ohhh, that is big," Andrea groaned when that thick tool was sliding into her. It wasn't a complaint. _Jackie was completely right!_ Andrea thought as that thick dildo picked up speed, driving in and out of her ass. _I never knew how much pleasure I could get from having my asshole fucked. This is amazing!_ She shook and babbled as she had her most intense orgasm of the night. As she lay panting in the afterglow of that orgasm, she completely missed hearing the soft knock at her door. Jackie leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "I'll be right back," she whispered. "Okay," Andrea gasped, nodding her head. Jake could not believe his eyes when Jackie led him into Andrea's bedroom. Oh, Jackie had described this exact scene, but he still couldn't believe he was seeing it. He was almost numb, stripping off his clothes quietly as Jackie resumed driving her biggest dildo in and out of Andrea's eager backdoor. When he was naked, Jackie handed him the lube and had him prepare his cock. "Are you ready for the big one?" Jackie growled into Andrea's ear, just loudly enough for Jake to hear it. "Yes!" Andrea gasped out, "Yes! Fuck me with that big dick!" Andrea felt Jackie shifting on the bed after she had withdrawn the thick dildo from her ass. She felt empty and ached to be filled again. Jackie licked her lips and grinned at Jake as she took hold of his shaft and guided it to Andrea's waiting asshole. At first, Andrea thought that it was Jackie's legs that were touching hers, and she wondered if this was a strap-on. It really stretched her asshole, and she groaned out loud. "Isn't it amazing?" Jackie asked when half of Jake's cock was buried in Andrea's ass. "Yes!" Andrea practically sobbed, "I never imagined it could be like this." By the time she realized that she now had a real, live cock in her ass, it was buried in her to the hilt. "What...?" she gasped, turning her head to see who it was. Jake leaned onto her back and kissed her passionately. Then he started to fuck his girlfriend's sexy ass the way he had always dreamed. The orgasms she had enjoyed from those dildos could not hold a candle to what she now experienced. She saw fireworks as her pussy juices soaked her sheets. Jackie was in front of her, then. "I knew you could do it," she said, leaning in to kiss Andrea on her gasping mouth. Andrea kissed her back weakly, but she was far too focused on the amazing sensations coming from her ravaged asshole as Jake began to give it the serious fucking it needed. Jackie gently untied Andrea's wrists and ankles before she stood and stripped where both of her friends could see her. She began working two lubricated fingers in and out of her asshole as she joined them in the bed. She kissed Jake as he pounded Andrea's eager ass from behind. Andrea was delirious as she came yet again. "I promised you could have anything you wanted," Jackie said huskily into Jake's ear. "You got to fuck my ass, and now you're getting Andrea's sweet ass as well. Was it everything you hoped it would be?" "Oh, god!" Jake gasped, losing it at her words. His body shook as he filled Andrea's tight ass with that first, massive load of cum. Jackie licked his earlobe and bit it softly. Jake never got the chance to go soft. Jackie's next statement had him raring to go even after the intensity of that incredible climax. "Now you have to give Andrea what she wanted, Jake. You have to let her watch while you fuck me in my tight little asshole. Do you think you can do that for us, Jake?" Jackie knelt on the bed next to Andrea, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks and expose her own horny asshole. Jake pulled his still-throbbing boner from Andrea's clutching ass and moved over to press it against Jackie's eager little flower. "I will do my best," he groaned.

There I was, early Friday evening, standing on the front steps of my co- worker, Liam's house. As instructed, I brought with me a small overnight bag with the following items: a toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, shaving foam, and flip flops. I was nervous. I was not sure what was in store for me. But I had an idea. On Tuesday, Liam had called me into his office. He had been reviewing my internet history and found that I had been looking at porn. He told me that I could be fired and that he could go to HR with the information. I begged him not to do it. I told him I would do anything. I needed to keep my job. He said he would think about it and that we would talk the next day. On Wednesday, Liam asked to take me to lunch. I was surprised, but I agreed. At lunch he asked me about the porn sites in my history. He had visited some of them himself. "Are you a sissy, Michael?" Liam asked. "What do you mean?" I looked down into my lap knowing exactly what he meant. "The websites you visited—there were videos of crossdressers and transgender women having sex with men." Liam's voice was measured and confident. "I've always thought that perhaps you were gay. You are certainly quite feminine. But after seeing these sites, I realized that you must be a sissy, or perhaps you are a transgender woman and haven't come out yet." I sat quietly, not responding to Liam. I felt exposed. I was too scared to speak. "No matter what the answer, it's ok Michael. But I need you to be honest with me." "Ok," I said. "Are you a sissy? Is that a good word for what you are?" "Yes. I think so." Liam smiled at me. It seemed genuine and warm. "Good girl. Thank you for being honest. Can you answer a few more questions?" I nodded yes. "Do you like to wear women's clothes?" "Yes, I do." "And are you attracted to men...sexually?" "Yes, sometimes, when I'm dressed as a girl." Liam took out a small bag from his briefcase and handed it to me. "Look inside. What do you see?" I opened the bag and peeked inside. "Pink underwear." "Would you like to be wearing them?" "I... I don't know." I desperately wanted to be wearing them. "Let me put it another way, Michael. I would like you to wear them." "Ok." "I want you to go to the bathroom right now, here in this restaurant. I want you to take off your underwear and throw them away. And I want you to put on these pink, silky panties and keep them on under your clothes for the rest of the day. Can you do that for me?" "Yes." "And one more thing. When we are alone, and you are speaking to me, I'd like you to call me sir. Understood?" "Yes, sir." I smiled at Liam and shuffled off to the bathroom with my gift. Was this really happening? Did Liam want me to be his sissy? I never thought Liam was gay. He was older than me, much stronger and taller, with a salt and pepper beard and square jaw, the epitome of a successful business man. Just as I was about to slip the pink thong on, my phone beeped. It was a text from Liam: 'Make sure to take a picture.' I texted back, 'Yes, sir.' I suddenly felt queasy. What if he's just toying with me, getting me to humiliate myself before he goes to HR with my web history? I had to risk it. I had to take a chance that this would please him. I hiked up my shirt, and took a picture of the front of the panties, with my now thick cock pressed up against the fabric. I hadn't been this turned on for quite a while. I felt flushed and my breathing was shallow. I walked back to table and sat down. "Did you take a picture?" "Yes, sir." "Send it to me." I took out my phone and texted him the photo. He smiled and turned to me, placing a hand on my knee, "Good girl." We drove back to the office and Liam parked the car. "We will talk again tomorrow. Until then, you are not to touch yourself, understand?" "Yes, sir." On Thursday afternoon, Liam called me to his office. He closed the office door and offered me a seat. "Have you thought much about our lunch date yesterday?" Liam asked. "I couldn't stop thinking about it, sir. I could barely fall asleep last night." "And did you touch yourself?" "No, sir. I did not. It was difficult, when I think about the pink thong you gave me, I get excited." Liam stood in front of me and leaned against his desk. He looked down at me and I looked down at his shoes. "Do you have a name? You know, a girl's name that you like to use when you are online?" "I like the name Bethany, sir." "Then I will call you Bethany. Would you like that?" "Yes, I would like that, sir." My little boy clit began stirring. I liked how my name sounded on Liam's lips. Liam reached out and nudged my chin up slightly encouraging me to look into his eyes. "Then I shall call you Bethany." He made his way around his desk and sat down. We talked for a few more minutes. He told me that he was willing to destroy the records of my website browsing on two conditions. First, I would agree never to look at porn at work again. And second, I would agree to spend the weekend at his home. "What will we be doing over the weekend, sir?" I asked. "Only things that you want to do, Bethany. The things you have been dreaming about." Liam gave me a piece of paper with his address and a list of things to bring with me. "I'll see you at 7 tomorrow evening." "Yes, sir." And that brings us back to Liam's front steps on Friday. I knocked on the door and a few moments later, Liam answered. "Hello Bethany," he said. His smile was warm and inviting. "Hello, Sir." He brought me into kitchen where I met a pretty woman in her thirties. Her name was Rachael and I was to go with her and do as she said. She brought me upstairs to the guest bedroom and told me to undress. She followed me into the bathroom and started the shower for me. She instructed me to clean myself thoroughly and then to use the razor and shaving foam to remove all the hair from my body. After, she helped me dry off, she applied moisturizing lotion all over my body. Then she sat me down to give me a makeover. She plucked my eyebrows and applied makeup: a little eyeliner, a little color for my lips. She painted my fingernails and toenails pink. She styled my hair and gave me some jewelry to wear. I was always a bit feminine and my hair was always a little long, but she transformed me. When I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a girl, not a boy in makeup. She helped me get dressed. Liam had picked out an outfit for me: pink underwear, a white blouse, a pink tartan skirt and white anklet socks with a bit of lace on the top and pair of schoolgirl mary jane shoes. I looked in the mirror, astonished. I had dressed myself more than a few times, but I never was this convincing, never this girly. I hugged Rachael. "Thank you so much! I love how I look." "That's what I do. It's my job, honey." Rachael handed me her card. "Have fun, sweetie. I'll probably see you tomorrow." And with that, she left. I wasn't sure what to do next. I sat on the bed, wondering if I should head back downstairs or wait there. Then I heard Liam's voice on the intercom. "Hi sweetheart. Are you all done with Rachael?" "Yes, I am, sir." "Good girl. Come back downstairs and find me in the den." After a little bit of poking around, I found Liam sitting in his den. It was furnished with leather chairs and bookcases lined the wall. He still wore a suit, although his tie was gone and he hand unbuttoned the top button. He showed me to a chair and he stood a few feet away from me. He handed me a glass with a small amount of whiskey. He drank from his and I took a sip of mine. It warmed my throat. "Are you ready to have a good time, Bethany?" "Yes, sir. But can I ask you one thing?" "You sure can." I took another sip of my drink, hoping my next question would not turn him off. "Instead of calling you sir, can I call you Daddy?" A sly smile came across Liam's face. "You sure can. I'd like that." "Thank you, Daddy." I drank down the rest of the drink and set aside the glass. "Now, what would my girl like to do first?" I stood up and walked over to Liam and kneeled down on the ground in front of him. "Awe...is my little girl hungry?" "Famished, Daddy." And with that, I removed Liam's belt and unzipped his pants. I lowered them to the ground allowing him to step out of them. Then I pulled down his boxer shorts and revealed his cock, already stiff and erect. I grabbed it in my hand and gently but firmly stroked it. I looked up into his eyes and let the tip slide into my mouth. It felt wonderful. It was a sissy dream come true, me dressed like a schoolgirl, sucking on my Daddy's cock. He gently put his hand on my head and slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth and throat. Somehow, he managed to penetrate me in a way that was both gentle and forceful, loving and animalistic. I put my hands behind my back and let him take full control. I moaned every time his member pushed against the back of my throat. I felt him grow harder and thicker. His precum mingled with my spit and dripped down my chin. After a few minutes he pulled back and told me he was going to cum. I leaned my head back and stuck out my tongue, eager to be his little porn star. "Yes, Daddy! Cum on my face." I felt a warm thick cream splash against my lips and tongue. It smelled familiar. It wasn't my first time tasting cum, but it was the first time tasting someone else's cum. After several spurts, he brushed my lips with the head of his cock as he squeezed out the last drops. He seemed overwhelmed. His breath was shallow and quick. He sat down in one of the chairs of his den. And handed me his glass. I took it over and poured him another whiskey and brought it back to him. I was still licking some of the cum from around my lips when he pulled me down onto his lap. He kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel his wet cock against my thigh, starting to get hard again. This was just the first of many rounds, I hoped. "Did you like that, baby girl?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy." "You are a good cocksucker, Bethany." "Thank you, Daddy." I leaned against his shoulder nuzzling into his neck and started giving him little kisses. My hand reached down to hold onto his cock and tugging at it softly. "What are we going to do next, Daddy?" "Whatever, my baby girl wants." And with that, he picked me up and took me to the master bedroom. What happened is for next time.

I am a massage therapist. I knock on your hotel room door. I am wearing a short denim mini skirt, a tight hot pink singlet with buttons down the top half and underneath a very small black lace bra and matching boy shorts. You answer wearing nothing but a towel. Your tanned body is firm & fit. With muscles in all the right places. I am instantly glad that I took this last job for the day. You offer me a scotch and diet coke and I accept, it's my last job after all and I'm in no rush to get home. We start chatting for a while and hit it off instantly. The chemistry and attraction between us is obvious. You pop the cork on a bottle of champagne, & before we know it we have drunk the whole bottle. I am feeling very light headed but remember that I came here to massage you after a tough day at a business conference. You put on some music, dim the lights, and ask me if I want to dance for you for a little while first. You sit in the club chair to watch me. I begin to sway back and forth to the music with my eyes closed, completely uninhibited. You ask if I want to touch myself. My hands start to move over my skin, feeling my body. Running my hands down over my waist and flat stomach. My fingers lightly touching my nipple through my top. I move in closer to you, my hips gyrating to the music. My thighs are glowing in the dimmed light and look tanned and strong. You have some lace top suspender stockings for me and ask if I would wear them for you, with the heels you requested I bring. I sit opposite you and let you watch as I roll up first one, then the other to the top of my thigh. You get a glimpse of my lace underwear as I do this. I ask you to do up the buckle on my stiletto's and as I lift my foot towards you my legs part and you can see straight up my short skirt. You become instantly hard. I smile at you, pleased. I walk around behind you and begin to massage your neck and shoulders with some almond oil. Your buff body glistens in the candlelight and I become even more aroused. I find it hard to concentrate. Between the champagne, the mood lighting and your wonderful body with my hands running all over, mmmmm. I go around to the front and kneel on the floor submissively. Taking some more oil I begin to massage your feet, your calves and thighs. My fingers graze against your balls every so gently, and you moan. I am staring into your eyes, watching for your responses. I apply more oil to my hands and one at a time, take your hands in mine, massaging your strong hands and fingers, your forearms and biceps. Then I move in even closer to your body. You can feel my body heat now and smell my perfume, and my freshly washed hair. There is nothing like the smell of a woman, you think to yourself. More oil - this time on your wonderful chest and abdomen. By now your cock is pushing at the white towel noticeably and both of our breathing patterns have changed. You reach down to me, grabbing a handful of my hair from the nape of my neck and gently but firmly pull me up towards your mouth. You kiss me softly at first, but quickly it becomes deep & passionate. Our tongues seeking one another hungrily. Your hand feels for my breast, my nipple already hard. You pull my singlet over my head and pull the cups of my little black bra down, so my breasts are exposed to you. You ask me to stand and as I do, you pull up my short skirt and slowly remove my lace boy shorts. You leave my skirt on - but pushed over my hips. I am soft and shaved and so nothing is hidden from you. You tell me to lie back in the big soft chair opposite you and play with myself while you watch. I put one leg over each arm and start to touch myself. One hand pulling and flicking on my nipple, the other trailing it's way down my belly to my waiting clit. It's throbbing by now and you can see how wet I am. I ask you to take the towel off, so I can see all of you, and you do. Your big, erect cock springs out from under the towel like a jack in the box. My fingers slowly make their way to my wet pussy and play at the entry, sliding around in my juices, gently spreading it around lubricating myself. You can see that my clit has enlarged and I begin to flick across it and encircle it. I ask for an ice cube, which you give me and I start to slowly roll it over my labia & clit - teasing myself with it. As it melts the water trickles down to my already wet hole. You tell me you want me to see my fingers inside me, and so I slide in first one, then two, then three fingers. You can see by my eyes that I am extremely horny and enjoying every minute. You can't wait any longer and come over to me. Getting on your knees to taste me. Your hot wet tongue flicks rapidly over my hard clit and I begin to moan loudly, you place two fingers inside me and pump, working my g-spot hard. In no time at all I start to cum and grab your hair with my hands, pulling your face to my mound, my hips rising high. As I finish a huge smile spreads across my face and I look at you with lusty, sexy eyes and tell you that it's now your turn. I stand up and take your hand and walk you to the bed. I remove my skirt & bra now, leaving on just the stockings and heels. I tell you to stand at the end and I lay on my back, my body exposed to you completely. I hang my head off the end of the bed and smile at you. I ask you if you are ready to fuck my throat. You come toward me and put your balls in my face, I begin to lick and suck on them. Taking them both in my mouth gently. Then I expel them and start licking from the base of your shaft to the tip of your cock. Making sure to lick all the way around the sensitive head. It is now well lubricated with your pre cum which I taste hungrily. Then I put my arms back and cradle your balls with one hand, while stroking the base of your cock with the other. My mouth working the rest of it. I begin to relax my throat and let my head fall back even further, allowing your cock to hit the back of my throat, then go beyond. Occasionally I gag as you are quite a size to take, but I try to relax myself and breathe in between the strokes, getting a rhythm going here. After doing this for some time, you decide you want to fuck me and it can't wait. You tell me stand on the floor and lean over the side of the bed facing forward. I put a large pillow under my hips for support and you gently hold my hair in one hand and tease me with just the head of your cock. Rubbing it over the entry, then pulling back. I am ready to beg you to please, please fuck me and suddenly you push it ALL in........ OMG, it feels so good, so big and hard. You do one or two gently strokes. Then fuck me hard while pulling on my hair. I am in ecstasy and almost ready to cum again. You stop suddenly, sensing I am close and tell me that it is not time yet. I am not to cum yet. I feel ready to scream. Every fibre of my tingling and throbbing with desire. You are still inside me and move around in tiny circles, this feels incredible. You then lean very close to my ear and tell me that you are about to fuck me - VERY HARD & VERY FAST and you want me to cum as quickly as I can this time. I become so turned on just hearing this. You withdraw from me, leaving just the tip in and then move a tiny bit, I am ready and waiting, you do nothing....... You take it out, and then put just the head in again...... I am almost in tears with the anticipation ....... Just when I think you are going to do this all night, you slam your hard cock into me - as hard as a sledgehammer. I moan and cry out loudly, within minutes my body is shaking with an earth shattering orgasm. You feel my muscles clenching tightly to you, as if they don't want to let go of you ever...... I slump to the bed and tears roll down my cheeks, tears of relief and release. That was so wonderful and so strong. I lay there for a minute and then I slowly rise and get on my knees at your feet, once again I start to lick and suck you as before, this time lubricating my index finger in my wet cunt and pressing it against your ass until the muscle gives way. You tell me to look at you while I service you, and I do immediately. Your cock hitting the back of my throat, my fingers raking across your tight balls. You look down at my big blue eyes, feel the wet, hotness of my mouth, the sharpness of my nails and see my legs, still encased in black stockings and 6" heels and you begin to cum in my mouth and throat. Spurting once, twice and then you withdraw and spray the rest over my tits. Looking at how wonderful this all looks and feels. You see my tongue quickly lick at the side of my mouth where a drop of your cum has fallen. You smile. You are so glad you decided to have a massage tonight, and consider having one every time you come to Adelaide on business. The End

The world is changing. And many people are afraid of what these changes mean. Global warming. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn't matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I'm a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of changes are happening in my life these days and I'm not exactly loving all of them. Like many of you, I don't react well to change. When my family moved to Brockton from the Republic of Haiti in 1999, Italians, Dutchmen and Irish folk made up seventy six percent of Brockton's population. They maintained solid domination over the local economy and politics. Ten years later, fifty two percent of the population is made up of America's so-called minority groups. African-Americans alone make up over thirty percent of Brockton's population. Whites have become the minority. Asians and Hispanics are the fastest growing ethnic group in Brockton. People of Cape Verdean descent are the largest ethnic group in the city. The city of Brockton is internationally known as Little Cape Verde. That's Brockton in the year 2009. Isn't that something? There are lots of African-American, Hispanic and Asian business owners in the city. Even at the Westgate Mall a lot of the stores are owned by we who were called minorities for so long. I'm sure someday soon, a person of Black, Asian, Hispanic or Cape Verdean descent will become the Mayor of Brockton. I wouldn't mind seeing a changing of the guard in my lifetime. Seriously. The Old Guard has run things for far too long. And they've made a fine mess of things politically, socially and economically. Time for the Americans of tomorrow to make their presence felt. I see the township of Brockton as a microcosm of our changing American society. This is the shape of things to come whether we like it or not. Changes happen whether we like them or not. When I was in college, I struggled with questions of sexual identity. Eventually I accepted the fact that I was bisexual. Being raised in a deeply religious Haitian family didn't make things easy for me, as far as my sexual identity was concerned. Although I'm celibate by choice now, I've dated women and men in the past. I met interesting people. And I did have some fun. Accepting changes is something we all must do. Just as I accepted the fact that I'm bisexual and can't hide it from myself any longer, you must do the same about whatever it is you're in denial about in your life. Maybe you're struggling with body image issues. Deal with it. Accept that you're tall, or short, or chubby, or skinny. Accept that you look different from others, and it's okay to be different. Stop denying it to yourself. Maybe you're broke, and like to pretend otherwise and live beyond your means. Stop doing that. Seriously. The economy of the world is crappy right now so we must all save every penny we can. Unless you're filthy rich and completely shameless. In which case you can do whatever you want, until something comes along to knock you off your perch. Maybe you're a man in a relationship with a bad woman. It could be your mother, your sister, your aunt, your grandmother, your co-worker, your daughter or your girlfriend. At any rate, deep down you know this lady is bad news. Maybe she's pretty, and you had some good times in the past. Maybe she helped you out once or she used to be nice to you. Well, now she isn't exactly treating you right. You need to realize that she's an abusive woman and get the hell away from her. I don't care if she's got way more money and power than you. Or if she has damaging information about you. Get the hell away from her. Before you end up physically damaged, financially ruined, thrown in jail, or simply dead. Stay away from bad ladies. They're far more dangerous than their male counterparts. And if you don't watch out, they will mess you up. Let's see, what else is left? Maybe you're a Black man, an Asian lady, a Hispanic woman or a Middle-Eastern guy working somewhere. You're surrounded by white men and white women. From the get go, they have it easier than you. Simply because of their skin color. It's called white privilege and even though white men and white women deny it, it still exists. Maybe you don't care about the race of your co-workers. All you want to do is do your job, get paid and go home. However, some of these 'mainstream people' have decided to make life hell for you at work. They harass you in subtle and not so subtle ways. They exclude you from certain activities. They unfairly deny you promotions. They dump their work load on you and goof off with their buddies instead. It happens every day in the United States of America. It's how the oppressors keep their power. Don't let them get away with it. Record every nefarious incident. Get a trustworthy witness who isn't a racially biased bigot who benefits from being a part of or a servant of the privileged oppressors. Get a good lawyer, show him or her the evidence you've amassed and fight for your rights. Sometimes you're the only black person, the only Asian woman, the only Hispanic man or the only Middle-Eastern person at work. Don't let that weigh heavily upon your heart. Do the best job you can and be aware of the evil forces of racism and discrimination which work against you. Fight for your rights and fight hard. For the black man, the Asian man, the Hispanic lady or the Middle-Eastern guy who works surrounded by a hostile sea of alabaster, take heart. You're a human being and you have worth. Just because mainstream America decides to treat you badly doesn't mean they're right. Men and women of European descent feel they're the masters of the universe. They're not. They've traveled the world destroying other cultures and committing genocide. Those aren't glorious acts of conquest. They're crimes against humanity. Long before Europeans came along, people of color were the architects of civilization. In the Middle East, the civilizations of the Persians, Sumerians and Babylonians accomplished great things. In Africa, the Empires of Ethiopia, Carthage and Axoum were remarkable civilizations. The Great Emperors of China and the Lords of Imperial Japan were the architects of Asia's masterful civilizations. And in India, great leaders like the Emperor Ashoka spread civilization and knowledge everywhere they went. People of color throughout the world have a rich and powerful history. Let's not forget where we come from. We can accomplish great things. Now, some people still intend on living in the past. White men and white women in America ( not all of them but a significant number ) are frightened as their privileges start to dwindle. Equality doesn't benefit those who've ruled unquestioned for eons. It takes away their unjustly held power and grants it to others. Blacks, Asians, Hispanics and Middle-Easterners are sending their sons and daughters to great colleges, including previously all-white Ivy League schools like Harvard, MIT and Yale. In fact, there are many Asian students at MIT. Black professors and Black students at Harvard have made their presence felt. People of color in America are producing the CEOs, Power Brokers and Political Big-Shots of Tomorrow. We're buying up foreclosed houses in previously lily-white suburbs and diversifying America in the process. We're integrating the Halls of Congress, the Office of the President of the United States and the Governor's Mansion. That's the world of tomorrow, folks. A tomorrow where Blacks, Asians, Hispanics, Middle-Easterners and others will no longer be minorities. Collectively, they'll be a truly diverse majority. A majority that will create a truly multicultural society. A society where humans will be equal, nominally at least. One where supremacy or fallacy won't be decided on the pallor of one's skin. America is changing. Some fear it. I don't. I look forward to it. Change is to be welcomed and embraced. Time doesn't stand still and neither should you or anyone else. After embracing my identity as a bisexual black man, I now see myself as a citizen of the world. A man whose keen intellect and open mind enables him to accept those men and women whose cultures are radically different from his own. I embrace my African, Arab, Hispanic, Asian and Native American friends out of a belief in our shared humanity. I respect my fellow gays and lesbians of all colors and wish them luck in their fight for true equality. Such are the views of a truly educated and civilized man.

***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "1969: Ghost Before the Dawn" and a companion piece to any stories in the "1969" series, and related series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. *********************************** It was nearly autumn of 1963. Trees stood in the nude, red-orange leaves fluttered through the winds and kissed the grounds below, and the nineteen- year-old Kitten was starting another semester of college. With a few large bags, the tan-skinned brunette strolled through the place, her curvaceous figure in a puff-sleeved floral dress of faint yellows and ivory. Though her previous roommate was louder than the Devil, harbored unknown men through the night — regardless of the very strict policies against this — and ate all of Kitten's blueberry muffins, Kitten remained hopeful. Perhaps her next roommate would be a kind and considerate person instead of a muffin-thief who screams out Elvis' name while masturbating at two in the morning. After all, it wasn't standard for women to even go to college. Surely, she'd find a like-minded woman, wouldn't she? Kitten finally found her new room, door unlocked. She'd brought what she could carry, as her family would come later to help set up more of her belongings. As she opened the door, she was swept up in the sweet scents of cinnamon and any number of other spices. The cream walls were decorated with portraits, women in massive pastel gowns, elaborate hats, and pale faces with rouge-heavy cheeks, shown sitting, standing, or swinging beneath a blossomed tree. Shelves held a variety of classic novels, and a few books of poetry, the arts as a whole, and the sciences. There stood a vanity with figurines and a set of Russian nesting dolls. There was a large bed with light pink sheets and a great many pillows. A wardrobe. Furniture here and there, some of which was oddly shaped and high, as though her roommate was unusually fond of climbing, and rather obviously from wealth. Everything was immaculate, polished, exactly where it was supposed to be. Kitten set a few of her things on the other side of the room. Though it wasn't void of décor, it was much less detailed than the rest and, she assumed, was the area her roommate hadn't claimed. She finally relaxed upon her new bed, her now-bare feet hanging just off the edge. How comfortable it was. How soft and perfect. Then something grabbed her leg. She screamed and jumped up on the bed, panting and gasping with a fiery chest. A mouse? It didn't seem like a mouse. Her roommate playing a joke on her? Kitten leapt off the bed, and carefully lifted the sheets to gaze beneath it. A hiss. There was a cat! Just as Kitten's puzzled self considered this, the door opened and a light, freckled woman stepped inside. "Oh! Uh, hi. Who are you?" the woman asked, her accent a honeyed Southern belle. Her hair was in a long ponytail of soft caramel curls, her pinafore of pale pink roses, her curves small and delicate, eyes large and dollike. "Excuse me, miss?" she asked again. "Oh, I'm sorry," Kitten said, "I'm your roommate, it seems." "I don't have a roommate..." "Pretty sure you do now. Besides the cat, I mean." The freckled face stilled. "I won't tell a soul." Kitten added. The freckled woman seemed to be considering something for a moment. "Do you have the papers, the ones with your room number?" "Uh, sure. Let me check." Kitten pulled out her earlier information from one of her bags. "Let's see, exactly as it says, it's—OH!" her eyes shot wide. "Oh, I—I must've gotten the numbers mixed up, I'm so sorry. Well, this is embarrassing." she gave a weak chuckle. "Uh, I guess I should move these things—" The freckled woman laughed. "It's nothing to worry about. How about you stay awhile? I'm sure it's been a long day." "I don't want to trouble you." "It's no trouble at all, really. I have the extra bed for guests, anyway. Not that I would have any." "Only if you're sure." "Of course," the freckled woman gestured for Kitten to sit. "I'm Betty-Ann, by the way. Elizabeth Anastasia Paris. My sweet baby here is Champagne Paris." The tortoise-shelled cat jumped in her lap and purred against her. "My name's Fortunata Romano, but everyone calls me Kitten." "Oh, you're Italian?" "Sicilian." "That's nice. I thought you were Puerto Rican." "Would it be bad to—?" "No, no. It wouldn't be bad. I just won't let my father hear about it either way," she laughed. "Anyway, you're beautiful. What shampoo do you use? Is it Breck? Prell?" "Honestly, I just use whatever my mother buys." "Your mother buys well. Your hair is absolutely stunning." "Thank you. I like your accent, by the way. May I ask, where are you from?" "N'Orleans, thank you kindly, but I expect to steal the locals' with practice." The two shared a chuckle and a brief silence before Betty-Ann continued. "Champagne normally does well with long rides, but admittedly, this one was a lot for her, especially in her old age. I appreciate you not reporting it. You promise, right? I'll keep her here, away from bothering anyone." "I promise. How old is she?" "Eighteen. I've had her since I was just one and she was a cute little kitten. I suppose you're also a cute Kitten." The tan woman blushed. "You're very beautiful yourself." "Thank you. You're too kind." "Not once you get to know me." "Is that so?" "Find out." "Maybe I will." \---- Around a month had passed, with studying and being together daily, playing with Champagne, and properly setting up to be roommates. In a short maple dress, golden hoops, and long hair down, Kitten came into the dorm room on a weekend morning with a couple paper bags of baked goods. "Gooood morning, Betty-Ann! ...and Kitty-Cham." she added in a whisper. "My father and I made little cakes and cookies!" "Ooh!" Betty-Ann had removed a sleep mask, tousling her hair rags in the process, and slipped out from beneath the blanket in a lavender babydoll nightgown. While Kitten had carefully handed Betty-Ann a bit of cake, the freckled woman was quick to shove it in her mouth, messily eating with crumbs scattering over her small breasts through the fabric. Kitten giggled at the sight. And she couldn't help but notice how the babydoll cascaded down the slim body, hem stopping just at the thighs. The nightgown was somewhat sheer against the abdomen, and thin fabric emphasized the nipples. Betty-Ann looked up at Kitten while she sucked frosting off her palm and soon pressed her lips together for a moment. "Uh, sorry for being so messy. I just don't get to be like this at home, and your baking is divine." "No, no. I think it's cute. And thanks. I suppose it is... delicious." Kitten's fingertips grazed Betty-Ann's cheek, taking a bit of cake and slipping it into her own mouth. "Mmm. Yes, I'd say it was a success." Betty-Ann seemed to blush, eyes averted and body perhaps a little tenser. Shit. Had she gone too far? "You still have some left..." Betty-Ann brought Kitten's hand toward her, and gently sucked on it. The two had become closer. When exactly was impossible to say for sure, but they sat on the edge of the bed, each directed toward the other, faces hardly a palm apart. They leaned to each other, slowly and delicately, till their noses grazed and they shared the same warm, bakery air. Stillness. Betty-Ann's palm brushed against the tan woman's dark waves, drifting downward to the middle of Kitten's back and resting it there. And their lips met. It was only for a moment, the two quickly breaking, each releasing small, shaky breaths. But they didn't stray far. Betty-Ann began unrolling the rags from her hair and running fingers through the curls. Her gaze never wandered from Kitten's face. The two kissed again. It was slow and deliberate. Hesitant, maybe. And soft. Perfectly. Undeniably. Soft. Paper bags tumbled off the bed, and Kitten crawled atop the sheets, continuously kissing her caramel-haired roommate. She shouldn't be doing this. No, this isn't what respectable young women do, is it? The two grasped each other's hair, bodies close and hot. Kitten's heavy breasts pressed against Betty-Ann, who soon straddled Kitten as their mouths continued in blissful passion. Betty-Ann's nightgown had slipped from her shoulder and she made no motion to fix it. Instead, the two worked the maple dress off of the curvaceous body, revealing a black brassiere and white, cotton panties, the latter of which had become partially sheer from the wetness of her sex. The freckled woman tossed off the short gown and pressed her foot against Kitten's sternum, pinning her against the bed before moving to kiss her neck. God. She was surprisingly strong. The women worked off Kitten's brassiere, and each now wore exclusively panties. They shared kisses and cupcakes, soon covered in frosting and what couldn't be described as crumbs so much as whole desserts. Betty-Ann's fingers slid toward Kitten's panties and hovered just above her clit. "Could I..." "Yes. Please." She palmed between Kitten's thighs with one hand and started smooth circles around the eager clit. They locked eyes in a brief silence, broken by giggles when bits of strawberry plopped off of caramel curls. Still, Betty-Ann kept a steady speed. Kitten moved her own hand toward the other's increasingly wet panties and with a mutual nod, began doing the same. Tight against each other's bodies, they shared soft moans and whimpers. Heat rising even further. More and more. Breasts heaving, breaths quickening till Betty-Ann fell to another part of the bed, lightly panting and evidently dazed. Kitten joined and cradled her roommate, resting in silence amidst the absolute mess of desserts strewn everywhere, and rather surprised about the brief encounter herself. She hadn't quite 'finished' as she would on her own, but there was something unusually pleasant. Something beautiful. It was pure bliss when she ultimately allowed one of her feet to drift off the side of the bed without much notice and was very quickly attacked by a certain tortoise-shelled cat beneath the bed. Her leg shot in the air, away from the feisty feline, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Damn." Kitten said. "She's patient; I'll give her that." Betty-Ann laughed too. "Champagne's really very sweet. She just doesn't trust you yet." "And will she ever actually trust me?" "Find out." With a puff of air through the nose, Kitten smiled. "...maybe I will."

Here at Literotica there is probably no category more heterogeneous, and occasionally controversial, than _Loving Wives._ Unsurprisingly, it is also one of the most popular. It doesn't take a whole lot of research to discover that for a great many men there is nothing hotter than a married hottie. The vast majority of _Loving Wives_ stories have the common theme of wives in sexual situations involving men other than their husbands. That, as a quick glance at titles will tell you, is where the similarities end. _Loving Wives_ story themes range from one extreme to the other, from willing cuckoldry to bitter revenge, making every stop on the way in between. Both the stories themselves and the comment responses to them make a fascinating study. In nearly all the _Loving Wives_ stories I've seen which are written in the first person and the narrator is male, he is a husband and not the "other" man or men. It's probably safe to say that male readers tend to make the same choice of the character through which to make a vicarious connection to a story. That is probably why a lot of the comments on _Loving Wives_ stories get very, very nasty when things don't turn out for the husband the way some readers would like them to. Nowhere is this more apparent than the charges that the character is a "wimp" if his reaction to his wife's frolics with other men falls anywhere short of shoving a shotgun loaded with cayenne pepper up the asses of all concerned and firing. A related theme in comments is condemning the story for what is deemed immoral behavior on the part of the wife without a sufficiently satisfying comeuppance. It's a damn good thing that Mario Puzo didn't let that kind of thinking deter him from creating a suitably ruthless Don Vito Corleone who despite his sins dies naturally and peacefully. So, what kind of husband has a wife who fucks other men? The answer to that hinges on one magic word: _motivation_. _Why_ does she fuck other men? Let's look a the "bad" cases. The husband might be a cuckold with an emotional need to be shamed and humiliated, or maybe he has simply had the misfortune to marry someone who gets off on shaming and humiliating him and he can't bring himself to extricate himself from his emotional prison. Or maybe she just doesn't give a damn. Such characters and stories about them are as worthy as any others as the stuff of fiction; however I don't find such characters very interesting and haven't had the inclination to create them. At the other extreme is the cheated-on and vengeful husband. Haven't most of us fellas whose adolescent years have faded well into the rear-view mirror of time gotten skinned up at least once or twice, "done wrong" by a woman leaving us ready to employ just about anything, including tactical nuclear weapons, in an effort to bring enlightenment to her and the individual responsible? Since such methods are generally not recommended, one alternative is to read, or even write, a story depicting a deliciously contrived emotional _peine forte et dure,_ and there are plenty of those to be found on Literotica. One story I read here recently led a wife through a series of temptations and failings culminating in her husband constructing a psychological dungeon in which she would spend the rest of her life enduring whatever torment he might feel like inflicting upon her. Overall the story deserves credit for good writing, but before long all I could see in the words was anger, by which I mean the author's anger, not the character's. I can only speculate, of course, but I got the strong impression that for this writer the story was created for catharsis, perhaps for something painful in his real life, and if so, I hope it helped discharge the pain and anger. Personally, I find this theme more depressing than the crime. In real life there's probably nothing that promises more and delivers less than the lust for revenge. The nice thing about fiction is that it can defy real life and deliver the satisfaction a protagonist seeks, that is, if the reader both wants it and is willing to believe it. That may work for some, and if you are one of them, you are welcome to it; it doesn't work for me, even if the wife's misbehavior is callous or indifferent to her husband; that is all the more so if it isn't. I haven't yet been inclined to create any of those characters either. If I do, they will most definitely not be sympathetic characters. In between these two extremes might fall a simple romance about a straying wife who returns to the straight and narrow and is reconciled with her husband. (I suppose a story where it's the husband who goes wrong instead might fit in the _Loving Wives_ category as well.) One type of man I find most loathsome is the predator who targets a married woman for seduction, filling her head with glitter and grand expectations (with other kinds of filling as well) before casting her aside to move on to the next conquest, leaving behind the emotional wreckage of a woman who may have been completely dedicated to her husband and their marriage until a slick Lothario sold her a pack of lies, leaving behind the jarring realization that she is now an adultress. I wrote a story about someone like that, and it got a lot of bad commentary, mostly because it sucked. It was hastily written and largely implausible, and it's gone now. However, a few of the criticisms gave me the impression that the commenters identified with the predator and didn't like the way he came out on the losing end of the story. Well, if I decide to write another story that includes such a character, a better-written story this time, the predator, and any would-be predators reading it, won't like that outcome either. So far, the wives' motivations have ranged from basic human vulnerability to temptation to out-and-out heartless depravity. The common trait of these motivations is that they are selfish: she chose her actions for the sake of her gratification, and hers alone. It is that one-sided motivation that makes infidelity as painful as it is. Does it always have to be that way? What if the wife's motivation is _not_ selfish and one-sided? Many, if not most, _Loving Wives_ stories involve husbands who get a real kick (the nice kind) from their wives' sexual adventures, often not at first, but later, after they warm up to the idea as the story progresses. Expressed or implied, the wife's motivation is really _their_ motivation, for something that they both find exciting, regardless of who actually participates physically. That seems to be something a lot of comment trolls in _Loving Wives_ can't seem to get their heads around: that a wife motivated by the mutual, loving trust she shares with her husband can bring him as much pleasure as she brings to herself, maybe even more, when she kicks up her sexual heels in some way or another that they both like. A reader who can't imagine a man with a wife like that not being a wimp suffers from a limited ability to imagine. I don't mean necessarily imagining himself _being_ such a husband (or herself being the wife of one, as the case may be), just accepting that it's perfectly healthy for others to be that way if they want to. Perhaps, in general, some people get riled when they've invested the time to work their way through a story (particularly a long one), only to find it ends up in a way that disappoints or disturbs them. I suppose it would be nice to find a place where we could all be guaranteed only work that fits our own personal notions of what is satisfying art, but it should take only a moment's thought to realize no such place can exist, certainly not an eclectic library like Literotica. There's a good reason why the expression _whatever floats your boat_ is so often applied to sex. Every one of us has a unique boat; what floats it is as individual as ourselves. Thank God we aren't all born with the same boat.

I feel suspended on that horizon between consciousness and the dream world. Re-living the sheer intensity of our coupling, the pain of his first contact, the ecstasy as I had drawn him into my very core, the exquisite sensation as his fluid, drawn through my body, brought life to the next generation. My consciousness struggled to bring me through from my dreams and memories; I awoke to the sound of a gentle melodic moaning. I, and the rest of the camp, had been waiting this dawning this for some time; the next two turns of the sun would be frantic as we marshalled our effort to support and encourage her through her initiation. _Everyone here? Ok, lets get started. Most of you know Dr. Joe Lublin, he leads the scientific team on this mission, he's going to tell you what we know, and what we expect to happen of the next couple of days; Joe over to you._ Right, we have been tracking this group for about two weeks; we anticipate a mating and we are here to document the event. Some basic facts; there is very little concrete information about the species. The planet contains nothing that we cannot obtain easier elsewhere so there have been no intensive species studies. We know that currently the smaller males outnumber the larger females by about ten to one. We also know that after the winter cycle the numbers are pretty much in balance. There is discussion in some circles that the males act as a food stock through the winter period but there is no conclusive evidence. We know from the DNA micro probe analysis that the female group we are following contains eight distinct families. The science suggests incestuous coupling. You can see from the projection, this is a shot taken yesterday; this group has 47 females of varying age and size. An adult female is roughly 3 x 2 standard units and a little over two units high not including the sensory pod. The pod contains the majority of the sense organs of the species, sight, smell, and touch. You have all seen the tentacle like things that snake in and out of the pod. We have recorded sound, it is not complicated enough to be speech, and we think they communicate telepathically. We know they feed using other tentacles around the edge of the carapace skirt; they seem to use some to liquefy food and others to ingest the goo. You have all noticed, I am sure, how the females feed the males about once every standard week. The males do not seem capable of feeding themselves. We are reasonably certain from monitoring that the same females service the same group of males; if we have time, we will set up some tracking studies. The males live as a separate herd away from the female group. I heard some of the females on board the platform are quite keen for that structure here! We know nothing about gestation periods. I would guess that this is as late in the cycle as it's likely to get for a mating if the offspring are to born before the onset of the winter cycle. The young with the group we imagine were born in the previous mating cycle, that would equivalent to two years ago. Oh and we think they live for about 80 cycles. The one we are interested in is the female in the centre of that group. We believe she has come into fertility and is probably aged 20+ cycles, that's roughly 35 standard years. You can see flaps forming a crest across along the top of her back. They all have the flaps but over the last few days her crest has increased dramatically in size and begun to take on a purplish hue, you can see it quite prominently against the iridescent colouring reflected off their shells. Back to you Commander. Well if they are going to put a male up on top to fuck that extended fanny I want the camera team to record every second. Work out your camera angles, deployments, the whole shit. I do not want any malfunctions, excuses or cock up's, except down there. We have come a long way to record this and you get right. Ok, get busy. My olfactory tentacles twitched and swayed collecting the scent of A'adgt's approaching spawning. Others are stirring, priming themselves for the task ahead. Several already heading to where A'adgt is nesting, joining the few that stayed with her through the twilight period. It was many cycles since my initiation. I fulfilled my duty to the clan with a fine spawning that added four new females to our number. A'adgt is two generations below my line; her foundling came from my spawning. I felt a closer bond with A'adgt's initiation than with M'ndgt's earlier in the cycle. Better yet, I am to herd the males. I will be choosing A'adgt's initiation partner; an awesome responsibility bestowed on me by the clan. I knew she was ready to spawn, unless she rejected the partner I choose; that will result in a swift and ultimate penalty imposed by the clan, on both me, and potentially A'adgt. _Commander, you had better see this. We have serious action down there. They are grouping up around the target female._ Monika, can you go to a full screen projection. Focus in on the centre of the group; I want to see what's going on. Joe, tell me what were seeing. Are you recording this people? Get the audio feed on line. I recalled my own initiation with a great deal of pleasure and contentment. I can feel even now the overwhelming presence of the male as he came into me and have often wished to recreate that exquisite sensation as I absorbed his offering. I cannot describe the pleasure I felt. Many of the female G'elt's, juveniles, unsure of the task ahead of them have asked me to explain how initiation feels. It is a feeling of the utmost oneness, a completion, a bringing together of two compatible souls to produce a new generation. Rapture does not even come close to describing the sensations that rippled through me during the coupling. How often I have regretted the single coupling principle of the clan, our land can only support a limited population. Enough dreaming; there is work to be done. I had better join the others and organise A'adgt's initiation and the hunt. I could barely see A'adgt for the commotion around her, her foundling - my daughter, naturally by her side. The folds running down her back had doubled in size during the twilight period forming a lipped crest; you could see the lips contracting as wave after wave of Mnt'l popped from between them into the air. The lips of her crest are coloured a violet hue with flashes of purple as Mnt'l fragrance exuded and drifted along her back into the breeze. It was Mnt'l that had coaxed so many of us into this morning, triggering our dreams of earlier couplings, spurring on our activity. When the lips glistened red, A'adgt would be ready. Mnt'l fragrance reminds each of us foundlings of our own initiation, it restores that feeling of power, of oneness, the completeness that accompanies every successful coupling. It is a reminder of our debt to the clan and the contribution that only a female can make to the future of the clan. Initiations occur every other cycle and can be as intense for some of us as the real thing. Already I could see foundlings with distended folds. Some of the more recently initiated were clearly finding the situation difficult to deal with, their folds flashing purple and contracting as wave after wave of Mnt'l caressed their senses forcing them to relive the cathartic shock of their own coupling. The sound of the group was almost overwhelming and I had to shout to get their attention. _Can you hear that, Zeus, what is going on down there? Are the recorders on?_ Naturally. Well get back-ups, this lot are normally as quiet as mice, now they are suddenly having a fucking sing song. What the Zeus was that? Vision tentacles swung as one in my direction. Oh, good, that got their attention. I informed the clan that there was serious work ahead. I delegated her foundling and two of A'adgt's sisters to shepherd her and to attend to her every need. A party will join me with the hunt. Elders take the young ones, the G'elt's, to a safe distance, the young males particularly must not witness what happens here. T'sdgt; you will be next for initiation in two cycles; you are to observe and learn. Stay here near to A'adgt, when the moment comes, your duty will be to assist with the placing of the male. T'sdgt's flaps flashed and rippled. Do not be afraid, it is part of the initiation. The male is always 'placed' by the next in line; call it a taster for things to come. _They are separating. Boy, the fuckers can move fast when they want to._ That's why we're not down there on the surface. Their sensory receptors are extremely refined, at least in the females; they can pick up our scent over 50,000 units away. A surface group last century found them selves surrounded at dawn. You do not want to hear that tape, it is just too horrific to imagine how those poor bastards died. You've seen what they do to carcasses; you can imagine the rest. Humanoids have actually been down within male groups. They are benign, tiny by comparison to the females, but as soon as the females get a scent of you, better get out in a hurry. The trouble is the males always have their female shepherds close by. See how there forming up into columns, I think there probably going to encircle the males. Yeh, thanks for that Joe. Folks, I think we've hit jackpot. There is only one scant report as to what happens during a mating and I think we are about to witness one first hand. Listen up people. I want a full status check now on all visual and audio input and recording. Everything is to be backed-up. Any doubts, break out new equipment. Monika, stay with the small group for the main camera feed, set wide angle to cover the two columns. Zola, direct the secondary camera to concentrate on activity within the columns. David, can we get a paracam down over the small group? Sure, but its down to timing. When is the action likely to start? The paracam's only have a limited life. No idea. Tell you what, let's get one down there now, I'd like to see just what's going on within the small group. Use a dual facility IR and Digital feed, Zorn can run IR enhancement on the input to get detail imagery. Set another one when we see what is happening with the columns, maybe we can get some detail of what they're doing when they reach the males. We should have time enough to deploy as and when we see the situation unfolding; we can get some accurate timing from the first deployment and take it from there. This is exciting; here I am directing my first initiation hunt. This is almost as good as the real thing; I can feel my folds dilating - goodness, even at my age! A pity the initiation hunt is organised by a line ancestor, this will be my only opportunity. These males are pathetic! They have to follow us around feeding off us, they have no ability to take natural food, and then when we get amongst them during a hunt they become terrified and stampede in every different direction. Yet, when you finally get one to enter you, the feeling is ... well its indescribable. Nothing compares to the intensity of the feeling; I never before felt such satisfaction. Concentrate girl, you have a job to do. _Wow, that is incredible. Looks like she is about to blow._ Commander, can you see how her heat signature is markedly different from the three females with her. The infrared picks out temperature fluctuations along her back. See as those folds ripple, looks like surges of a gas erupting. What is that about? Some kind of mating pheromone? The other females look as if their using their tentacles to sooth her, see how there snaking back and forward across her. There are intense heat spots at various places within her body. I had a girl like that once, kept farting as I fucked her. Biology, initial comments? Commander I have initial feed out of the visual enhancer, it's giving me some extra detail. Clearly, we are building up to some event here. Her body signature is distinctively different from the others. It looks to me, and excuse my language, as if she has one large fanny along her back. Looks as if the male has to get up there and fuck her. Oh, I don't think that right. What's that Monika? I just don't think the male will be able to get up there. From what we have observed, they have no appendages for climbing. I just don't see how he will get up there to perform. We don't even know if he has a willy. Maybe he will just use one of those tentacle things from the ground and poke it into those folds. He better fucking not. I'm expecting a little more action than that. We've come a long way to film some carnal action, not a fucking tentacle waving in the air. I want to see that boy up there wallowing in those pussy lips; I wouldn't mind having a crack at those myself! She's a horny fucker. Monika! I am joking. Ok! I could feel A'adgt's anxiety even from this distance. Her body is undergoing no end of changes to prepare for the coupling, much of it terrifying for her. Her attendants are crooning soothing responses. They are helping to relax her so that she does not trigger the spawning before the partner arrives. I can sense her sisters, both sterile, gently caressing her, savouring with their tentacles the nectar that they would never produce themselves. It was always like this. Only one female in a spawning has the capability to reproduce. A spawning normally produces between 12 and 20 G'elt's, three or four would be female. I recalled her foundling's spawning, there had been four females, the fourteen male G'elt's placed with the herd after the first cycle. So strange the way they are identical at birth and yet within a few turns of the sun the females are twice the size of the males. I can sense A'adgt's foundling telling her of the experience to come and how to deal with the emotional surge she would feel. She explained how the first shock of contact might be painful. Sometimes the pain could be intense and barely supportable, but how she would be able to transcend above the pain and experience that unique and intense sensation as pain passed into pleasure and rode through her to the complete consummation of her coupling. A'adgt told her foundling how frightened she was, what if she rejected the partner? Her foundling explained how she should taste him when he first arrived. Seek compatibility, if you reject him then, I will find you another mate before dawn. You must not impale yourself upon him if you are not certain. Now calm yourself, save yourself for the coupling. _Boss, the paracam's on line, took just under 3 minutes to reach position._ That's Commander to you, shit-head; get it up on screen. Biology, tell me exactly what you see. I would say a mother and three offspring. The middle one is obviously the one that's going to be fucked. Did you notice that all the young have been taken away, apart from that one just off to the left? Suggests a social structure more advanced than previously thought. Presumably the young are deemed 'too innocent' to witness the mating. My guess is that the one off to the left will be next in line; she's probably here to observe. You can see how excited she is, that kind of crest along her back is waving wildly but she doesn't have the same degree of colouring of the one 'in heat'. What I don't understand is the lack of sensory arousal in the two smaller females, the mother's clearly turned on; you can see the folds of her crest rippling with the same purple tinge as the target, all-be-it not as inflamed. In fact, the target is rippling purple to red now. In addition, notice that the two smaller females are developing new nodes along the sides of their sensory pods; the target has similar ones. Anyone know how many young are born at once? They look awfully like breasts. My guess is you are going to get what we came here for. I'm really intrigued as to how it's going to be accomplished; Monika was right, the male's not climbing up there. You are disgusting! How can you say they are breasts? Follow through Monika. We know they only mate occasionally, that presumes multiple births. If they are large births then it makes sense to share the feeding. Maybe the other two are surrogate mothers just available for the feeding. That would be one explanation for them not appearing to being sexually aroused. That brings us to gestation, why are they developing breasts so soon; surely the gestation will take the group into the next cycle that is about 300 universal days away. People look at the wide angle. Tell me what you think is happening. Ok, we are nearly there. Bring the flanks in and close up the ends I do not want a stampede up toward A'adgt, the poor thing would have a fit, she will think she has to take them all. No one, but no one, is to move in toward the males until my say so, understood? Now close the circle. _Joe, explain this._ They've formed a circle about 2000 units across. The males seem somewhat agitated but none of them is seeking to move out of the circle. I don't understand that, they're much faster than the females over short distances. I don't think much will happen now, it's getting near twilight, we know they hardly move overnight. Rest up. We will begin the hunt at first light. The foundling tells me that we should try for the coupling tomorrow, A'adgt is ripening quickly. _They're moving._ Keep the circle closed and spread out. I will move in with these two and start the selection. Each time we split the herd I want parties to move to contain them. None of you need be reminded, but I will anyway, no eating of the dead ones, the foundling family always has first choice. Right, move in on my signal. It took us half the morning to reduce the males to about thirty for the final selection. A few, as always, tried to escape; we dispatched them for use later. I moved between the few remaining dividing and selecting until I was reasonably certain. I think it's this one. Have to pick one, just these three left, otherwise its start again. I so want it to be right for A'adgt. Separate this one; take him over there so I can study him. Dispatch the other two, its definitely not one of them. I moved toward the male towering over him; he was only about one fifth of my size. In the usual submissive way, he flattened himself to the floor, just one eye cautiously peeping out. I moved my sensing tentacles over him trying to detect any sign of incompatibility. I was not completely sure what I was looking for, some inner sense made me certain that I would enjoy coupling with this one and I guessed that would be fine for A'adgt. I had no way of knowing that my primeval instincts had ensured that I picked one of A'adgt's brothers. This is the one; I announced it to the rest of the clan. He's clearly terrified. Do not worry; we are not going to eat you. I have chosen you to couple with a member of our clan. You bring honour to your herd, you do honour to our clan. You should be proud. For the honour that you bring to our clan you will go on to live many other lives. (Nicely put if I say so myself.) _Joe, do you think they found what there looking for?_ Looks like it Commander; they've singled off that one. Did you see how callously they dealt with the others? Yeh, brutal; another tentacle we knew nothing about. Like a fucking whip, the way it shot out and brought them down. Hold on, they're gathering up the bodies. See how they raise that plate at the 'tail' to hold them. Wow, we are seeing real new stuff here. Make sure the paracam's getting details of that. What do you imagine they will do with the dead ones? My guess is they will eat them. You saw how they disposed of that old female just after we arrived. Maybe the mating festival finishes with a feast. We had better get that recorded. I spoke quietly to him all of the way back to A'adgt's group. Trying to calm his fears, I told him of the pleasure in store for him, the sensations he would feel and of the honour of being the chosen one. I gave him a new name L'idgt - meaning life giver. All the while, I was terrified that he might run for his life. I had never heard of it happening and I prayed that it would not happen on my watch. _Launch another paracam for the family group; they're going to be with them soon. I want to capture very detail. Is there a chance you can get it down low to the ground? Even if it is some distance away the zoom resolution is good, we can always run it through the enhancer afterwards if the quality is too poor. Some ground level shots will be magic, the overheads don't really show enough._ It is easy to see, and smell, that A'adgt is ready for coupling. Her lips are flashing bright red and engorged, dilating continually, Mnt'l fumes are pouring out of and I can see traces of lubrication on her lips glistening in the light. I can feel my own flaps dilating almost continually and that primitive urge inside of me, a need for a male. I'm certain A'adgt is experiencing all of this and more, probably unaware of just why these feelings are stirring deep inside of her. She will soon understand. The rest of the foundlings are as agitated as me, only the sterile did not share our excitement and much of the remainder of the day would depend upon them. We were too close to the coupling to be of much further service to A'adgt. I took L'idgt to greet A'adgt. She ran her taste tentacles across his body probing under his carapace trumpeting wildly with pleasure. The rest of the foundlings took up her tune, happy with her initial acceptance of the male. I could see the lubrication lapping at the lips as they rippled with contractions. As always, the male became tranquilised and compliant by the exposure to the intensity of Mnt'l fumes flowing from the female; just as well. I called for T'sdgt to approach A'adgt and explain her duties to her. You are to guide the male into A'adgt when she tells you. Don't be afraid, you can see he is in no condition to resist you, he will not like being turned over, so once he is in the nest don't go near him until he becomes completely still, those little claws can do great damage to your sensory tentacles. You will see his organ lying flat across his underside; all you have to do is raise it and guide it as A'adgt descends onto him. The sterile females began to move L'idgt toward the nest vacated by A'adgt. At the edge of the nest, they used their tail membrane to lever L'igdt over so that he lay on his carapace with his soft underside exposed to A'adgt. His organ lay green and swollen along his underbelly. Gradually his frantic scrabbling subsided, finally he lay completely still. A'adgt approached his lying form, T'sdgt stay within reach of his organ ready to perform her duty. The foundlings maintained a steady calming crooning as A'adgt approached her partner. A'adgt raised herself above the prone form of L'idgt. Tentacles extended from her underside penetrating between L'idgt's carapace and his body, circling his flesh. She began to lower herself and signalled to T'sdgt to perform her role. At the same time, the crooning of the foundlings increased to tempo and loudness urging the starting of the coupling. T'sdgt guided the males organ into a flap covered pouch just forward of A'adgt's centre and withdrew herself as A'adgt impaled. The organ pressed into a leathery sack within A'adgt's body releasing a powerful acid that pumped through her tentacles now embracing his body flooding the space between his carapace and his flesh, dissolving the membrane that kept his body and shell together. A'adgt flooded L'idgt's mind telling her little one, her dear sweet little brother to come into her body, to complete the coupling. She had recognised him from that first contact as surely he must have recognised her, a brother with whom she had shared her first memories. The knowledge released her from the fear of rejection. She caressed his body with her tentacles, embracing him, bathed his mind with gentle loving thoughts, and imploded his senses with desire and lust. As the acid dissolved the membrane and released his body A'adgt's soft under carapace split open to receive him. The tentacles, now encircling his body, drew him from his shell and eased him into A'adgt's underbelly cavity, her soft carapace closed to engulf him. His last thoughts are of an intense pain and of suffocating pleasure as he became absorbed within her. With a final flash of recognition, he knew his sister and surrendered himself unto her. The acid continued its work, dissolving his flesh and releasing the sacs of life determining fluid held within his now rapidly decomposing form. As the mush of his former body drains away through the joints of A'adgt's under carapace the sacs fall free. From high up within A'adgt's body, the already formed infants, stimulated into a frenzy of activity by the coupling, send tiny needle width tentacles to search, to find the sacs that will determine their destiny. Each infant selects one sac, breaching it on discovery, drawing the life giving essence into its infant form and thereby determining its own sex. A'adgt's bulk collapsed into the nest shattering the remains of L'idgt as she fell. The waves of pleasure coursing through her body and now the sensation of the infants across her back is astonishing delighting and stunning her. The moment of coupling was everything she had dreamed of, the feel of his body in hers and its slow collapse as her acid tore away his every fibre. Then the wonderful, wonderful feel of those little tiny infant tentacles shooting from every corner within her body, stimulating every nerve end as they sought and found the life sacs. It is as if a million little tentacles are stirring at my very inside heightening every sense in my body. She lay there bathed in pleasure waiting for the infants to absorb their sexual imprinting instinctively knowing that the spawning will soon commence. Now, she can feel them probing and pushing at the lips across her back trying to clamber out into the world, She was ecstatic. The foundlings are humming in delight as first one and then another group of tentacles appeared above the lips. One after another, her offspring emerged in a flurry of tentacles as they seek to discover their new home. The foundlings moved to welcome the newborn and to rapidly sort the males and females. They are so much alike at this age. Only by inverting the infant, can we tell the males from the females and see the already forming seed of the males own destruction. A'adgt, A'adgt, can you hear me? You have birthed four wonderful females; these shall be with you forever more. There are thirteen males; your sisters will nurture them for one cycle. Then they will join the herd. Are you up to feeding your daughters? I think they need you. She caressed each in turn and named them for the clan. One after the other they extended a tiny feeding tentacle up to a breast on the side of her sensory pod as she soothed their tiny bodies and inquisitive minds. Her foundling brought food from the slaughtered males to rebuild her strength. _By all of Zeus. Did we get all of that? My Zeus, no one, but no one will believe this if they don't see it. Fucking brilliant! David, great job getting that paracam in there. We would never have seen that penis enter her just from the overheads. What happened to the guy? She must have eaten him, there's nothing left but the shattered shell. What a way to go. The way those young clambered out, what, two hours after they mated? Now that is what you call 'oorrrggaassmmmm' girls. They must have been already formed within her just waiting for the mating. Makes you wonder why the guy was there. As usual, you science boys got it all fucking wrong. I sometimes wonder why you are here!_ Right I want a rough edit, just the key scenes. Well beam them back to the Universal Voyeur Channel, Galactic Voyeur Broadcasting and Discovering Sex Broadcasting Corp. We will wait for the offers to come in and run a Dutch auction over the entire media rights. We're gonna make mucho's zoloteys with this shoot. Well-done team! Footnote - Dr J. Lublin It was not until almost one century later that we found a way of communicating with the species using micro implants to tune into their telepathic wavelengths. We learned that rejection occurred only when the partners were not direct blood relatives. The species requires the mate to be the brother of the female undergoing initiation. It took much more blood chemistry and biological work to understand that their evolution had forced different species to adopt a virtually identical physical characteristic to deal with the harsh environment in which they lived. Each family was sub-specie essentially incompatible for breeding purposes. The male's role in the process was to determine the male - female ratio in accordance with the environmental changes between cycles. The males were the winter food stock. In essence, there were no old breeding males; only brothers were of a breeding age and match to 'impregnate' sisters.

_Let me know what you all think!_ \------ Jasmine Ward sighed softly as she looked at yet another red dress. Of course, she was happy to be helping her best friend in the world look for bridesmaid dresses for her upcoming wedding, but she couldn't stop the longing she felt. Not so long ago, they had both been lamenting the fact that they were utterly alone, but willing to make the best of it. They had hung out, partied, and looked out for each other at the clubs that they attended in the hopes of tracking down fine, eligible bachelors who were looking for more than just a night of hot sex. Now, her best friend, the future Mrs. Candace Brockton- Channing, was shopping for a wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses in the colors of the season, white, black and red. The wedding was set for Valentine's Day, which only gave them about four weeks to have everything in order. Candace was already fighting the urge to become bridezilla whenever her fiancé's three obnoxious cousins tried to butt into their planning, and her being pregnant wasn't helping anything. If it were up to Jasmine, she would have already handled them, and by handled, she mean beat their asses, but Candace was determined to get along with the bitches. And that meant the Jasmine had to get along with them, but one step out of line and she would cut their damn heads off and not think twice about it. "Jazzy, what about this one? You'd look fantastic in it and you'd put the three bitches to shame," Candace called out from around the corner. The three bitches was their new name for the trio, Kylie, Kristina, and Kameron, Peter Channing's annoying cousins. They had shown up on the scene as soon as they had heard the news that Peter was getting married. At first, they tried to intimidate Candace into leaving Peter, but with a few choice words and the promise of beatdowns from Candace, complete with a foot up each of their asses and their pretty faces ground into the pavement with the heel of her boots, they were soon dissuaded of that notion. Now they were attempting to help, though their form of helping seemed to be showing up when Jasmine was trying on dresses and making comments about the dress, her body, or both. Only Candace's plea not to get into it with them kept her mouth shut. Jasmine walked over to where Candace was holding up a red dress that screamed 'Take me.' A tilt of her head as she appraised the dress was the only immediate reaction that Jasmine had. The dress was to die for. It was a pretty silky satin number, with swirled patterns stitched into the fabric around the shoulder and the hem, which would fall a bit lower than mid-thigh. The form- fitting feel to the bodice would highlight Jasmine's full breasts and the way her waist curved out into rounded hips and an ample behind. The skirt looked a bit looser, but it would still cling to her curves. In fact, now that she thought about it, her ass would lift that skirt up another inch or so. It would be positively indecent...and hella hot. "So, what do you think, Jazzy?" "Well, it would be great if I were going on a date and I wanted to make the man beg...but for a wedding? You don't think it's a bit much? Or should I say not enough?" Candace laughed. "Well, when you see who you're going to be walking with, you might be inclined to make him beg." Jasmine joined in the mirth. "Ahh, yes, the elusive Kody. When will I finally get to set eyes on this mystery man and these hot brothers that Peter supposedly has?" "Whenever I can convince Peter to threaten them with their lives. I can't get those guys to do anything in a timely manner. I'll be lucky if they even show up in their tuxes to the wedding. Pretty soon, I'm going to start threatening them. Or maybe I should tell Peter that one of them made a pass at me." "If you don't want that one to live, then maybe," Jasmine joked. Well, it was only sort of a joke. Peter was incredibly possessive of his woman and whatever man thought to get in between him and his 'little one' was asking to be maimed just short of death. Candace smiled dreamily as she thought of Peter, and Jasmine felt the painful stab of jealousy flash through her. One day, she was going to look like that, content, happy, and totally in love with the man of her dreams. "Should I try on the dress? Do they have it in my size?" Jasmine asked, snapping Candace out of whatever daydream she was lost in. A smile that had Jasmine feeling positively wary spread across Candace's features. She was up to something. "Size 10? Yes, they do. Try it on and those other two as well. Do the other ones first. I want a wow factor." Jasmine frowned. "Wow factor?" "Girl, you know what I'm talking about. When you try on clothes, try the ones that you're not so sure about first, so when you come out in the last thing, it'll bowl the person you're with over. I want that wow factor and I know you'll be drop dead gorgeous in that dress. So go, get to it." Candace shooed Jasmine off as she pulled a chair over to the changing rooms. Now, all she had to do was wait. ******* Jasmine stepped out of the changing room, talking as she went, tugging down the hem of the dress. It seemed that her butt was doing a little more lifting than she had thought it would. "Candy, this dress is positively sinful. I can't walk down the aisle at your wedding like this, someone will think I walked in off the corner or straight from the club." Her eyes had been cast downward, fussing with the dress, but as soon as she realized that she had more of an audience than just her BFF, her head snapped up. She quickly scanned the faces that surrounded her friend. One was Peter, so the other three were obviously his cousin and his brothers, all redheads and all ridiculously fine. Of course she had to walk out in the 'wow' dress when they were there.... "Son of a bitch, you planned this, you smelly cunt," Jasmine accused, pointing a finger at her friend. Candace laughed. "So sue me. I think it looks amazing on you. What do you think, boys?" It seemed as if they were all speechless, mouths hanging open, their eyes trained on her body, which was on display under the tightness of the dress. Only Peter wasn't staring at her, he was too caught up in exploring his future wife's body with those piercing green eyes of his, as if he hadn't seen her earlier that day or woken up next to her that morning. "That good, huh, guys," Candace said as she smiled at her friend. Jasmine gave a half-hearted chuckle and retreated to the safety of the dressing room. Maybe if she waited long enough, they would leave. "And they aren't leaving anytime soon, so get your little ass back out here, post-haste," Candace called out. Jasmine seethed. That dirty whore, she knew they were coming, which was why she had insisted on her trying on that overly sexy dress last. Of all the times to meet Peter's relatives, it had to happen when she was barely dressed. She looked good, but still, she wanted them to see her as a mature, responsible woman, not a sex toy. And it didn't help that Peter had met her when she was drunk off her ass and dressed as a dominatrix. It was Halloween, but Peter insisted on calling her Mistress Jasmine and asking about her prices for spankings until she threatened to take his manhood and hang it above her mantle. She could only imagine what he was going to come up with for this debacle. ****** "She's stunning, Candy. What's her name?" Justin inquired. Her answer was cut off by the low growl issued by the redhead whose eyes were trained on Justin, the challenge apparent in the sparkling blue orbs. Candace cast a quick glance up at Peter, noting his grin. He was obviously amused by the predicament they were in at the moment. She had known that Jasmine was destined to be with one of the three, she had seen it in a dream, but she couldn't quite tell who it was because the faces had been blurry and they all had red hair. But, now it seemed that Kody was eager to stake his claim on her friend. "Her name is Jasmine and she is my BFF. To get to her, you have to go through me. And that goes for you too, Kody. I don't care how much you growl, you're going to have to behave like a gentleman and win her over if you want any kind of chance with her." Kody looked down at the small black woman sitting in the plush chair, a hand protectively draped across her belly, her hazel eyes burning into him as she issued her own challenge. She was starting to show much more and her pregnancy was progressing well. He should know, seeing as he was her doctor. He wouldn't be delivering the baby, Peter would never allow another man to be so close to his mate's sexual organs, but he was in charge of monitoring the baby and keeping Candace in good health. He pushed a hand through his longish auburn locks, his hair falling just to his shoulders, and sucked in a calming breath. He couldn't flip out in the store, he would tear it to bits trying to dismember Justin and if that happened, Candy wouldn't be able to get the gorgeous gown she had ordered. And then he would really face her wrath, which, after he saw it trained on his flighty sisters, he never wanted to have directed at him. So, he breathed deep again and tried to quell the urge to punch Justin in the face. "Fine, but if either of you even breathe in the direction of my woman with -those- kinds of intentions, I'll try my best to kill you. And I won't let your mother guilt me into patching you back up," Kody said, his eyes once again focused on the dressing room. "Possessive much?" Paul huffed. "Possessive very," Kody answered. And why wouldn't he be? The moment that Jasmine stepped into view, that red dress clinging to her like a second skin, he was smitten. He felt as if he was in some sort of time warp, for it seemed as if she moved in slow motion. Her caramel-colored legs were long, muscled perfection, thick and made to be wrapped around his waist. The top of the dress clung to tits that were made to fit in his large palms. He could only imagine the pleasure that he could bring her as he feasted on her body, and the bliss that her body pressed intimately against his own would cause. She had some padding and he liked that. He was tired of the thin, waif-like women that usually flocked to him. What good was supernatural sight when all he had to look at were bones? He would find himself counting their ribs instead of delighting in their bodies and now he knew why. He was waiting on a curvy, sensual goddess to come and answer the prayers he hadn't known he'd been sending up until that very moment. And good lord, the way that dress cupped her ass when she walked away. It was an ass that was meant to be feasted on, worshiped, spanked. Oh yes, he would be doing all of those things and more, soon if he had his way. "Jasmine, you have five minutes to come out or I'm sending someone in," Candace called out. Jasmine huffed. Who would she send back? Peter? What was he going to do other than tease her mercilessly? She sat back on the bench in the changing room, her back propped comfortably against the wall. Candace was stubborn, but so was she. Jasmine was determined to win this battle of wits. About two minutes into her mental checklist of things she had to do before the wedding, a knock sounded at the door of her stall. "Jasmine? Are you ever going to come out of there?" a voice murmured softly. The words were uttered no louder than a whisper, but it seemed loud enough to echo through her head. It definitely wasn't Peter who stood outside her door. Whoever it was had a voice that made her panties cry out from the wetness that they were being bathed in. She heard a quiet sniff, as if the person outside the door could smell her juices, and a blush spread across her face. "I'm probably not coming out while you guys are out there. Why don't you all just leave?" "Because we're supposed to be going to dinner to try out the restaurant that Candy and Peter have chosen for the rehearsal dinner and Peter's treating. There's no way that we're missing out on that deal. We haven't been able to trick him into paying for anything since we were all kids." Jasmine chuckled. "Well, go without me." "No." "What do you mean, 'No'?" "I mean, I'm not going anywhere without you." "What?" "If I go back out there, Candy will make me suffer. Take pity on me and come on out of there." That wasn't the only reason why he wasn't going anywhere, but it would do. "Well, tell her to pardon you on my behalf. I'm too embarrassed to even think about going to dinner with you guys." "There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about." She shook her head; the guy she was talking to was delusional. "What do you mean? Y'all got to see almost all the goods and not one of you even met me before then. What kind of first impression do you think I made?" "Well, if what was going on in my pants was any indication, a hell of a good one." "Did you just say what I think I you said?" Jasmine fought to close her mouth, the shock making it hard to control her expression. "No." "No?" "I'm denying that ever left my mouth. I really was raised better, I promise." Jasmine graced him with a full-bodied laugh, one that sung to his soul and confirmed that she was the one that he would be spending the rest of his long life with. Now if he could only convince her of that. Kody grimaced from the other side of the stall door, struggling with his need. He wanted to bust into the small enclosure and fuck her into submission. "Raised better? You haven't even introduced yourself and you've already brought up what's below your belt," Jasmine said as she leaned forward, resting her head on her hands. "I was saving my introductions for when you came out of the stall. Come out or I'll come in there, throw you over my shoulder and carry you out. Option number two will actually be embarrassing and Peter probably won't let you live it down." Jasmine sighed in defeat. It didn't look like she was going to be able to avoid them for much longer. She admitted that was being kind of ridiculous, sitting in a dressing room, pouting like she was a five year old. "Alright, I'll come out, but only because I want to. Not because you threatened me." Jasmine stood, took a deep breath, opened the stall door, and promptly crashed into the hard body of the man that stood waiting for her. His arms wrapped around her quickly, saving her from the embarrassment of bouncing off his rock hard abs like a quarter and falling on her butt. "Thanks," she whispered, mostly because that was all she could manage at that point, a whisper. Abs of steel were paired with wide shoulders, an impressive chest covered by a blue polo, and thick jean-encased legs. Her brown eyes drifted upward and were captured by the pure blue gaze of the man holding her so intimately. He pulled her closer, looking as if he were just as mesmerized by her as she was by him. And just when she thought she was going to get to taste those cupid's bow lips, they quirked into a lopsided smile and he set her away from him. Jasmine tried not to pout, but it was hard. They way he looked at her, the laughter in his eyes apparent, irritated her. How dare he soak her panties and not do anything to relieve the ache that had taken residence down there. "My name is Kiran. I thought that you might like to know that before I lay claim to those lovely lips of yours." "Kiran?" Kody could see the confusion on her face. It often confused people. "I'm Peter's cousin. My full name is Kiran Odysseus Channing. But, when I was younger, I hated my name. I came up with a nickname by sort of combining the two, Kody. My mother hates it, but Kody just kind of stuck with me." "Ahh, I see, you're cousin Kody. Kiran Odysseus. I get it. So why introduce yourself as Kiran to me if you don't like it?" "I have a feeling that I'm going to love hearing my name slip from you lips. In fact, it's already growing on me. I want you to call me Kiran, if you don't mind." "I think I can manage that. And I'm Jasmine Ward, but you already knew that." Kody barely nodded before his arms were wrapped around her again, his lips pressing down on her upturned mouth. He pressed her back against the stall she had emerged from, wanting to get closer to her. His body crowded hers, his thick member making itself known against the softness of her belly. This was where he wanted to be, well, not in the dress store, but with his woman, her body molded to his, soft sounds of pleasure spilling from those luscious lips of hers, her every action begging him for more. His mind reeled as he swallowed her sweet moans. His mate, his woman, the one that was meant for him, she was so delicious. Jasmine felt the hard panels of the stall pressing against her back, the latch poking into her slightly. She couldn't bring herself to care about her comfort though. And there was no room to think about her earlier embarrassment. She was too immersed in the sensations that were assaulting her. How could a man she just met make her feel so good? She could barely manage to suck in the occasional breath, her head was swimming...maybe she was drowning. Her need for air caused her to push against the broad shoulders of her newfound infatuation. Hell yes, she was going to dream about this man, Kiran, and the kiss they shared was going to be the gateway for a number of naughty fantasies. Kody, released her lips and straightened, resting his head on the stall behind her. She was a wee thing, in her sneakers, her head rested against his chest, but he still had a number of inches on her, standing at 6'4". He didn't mind bending down to get closer to those juicy lips of hers, though, and he doubted that he ever would. "Something wrong, little one?" Jasmine frowned. "Little one? That's what Peter calls Candace and I'm surely nowhere as little as she is." Kody laughed. "True, but you are little compared to me." She shot him a glare. "Whatever. You're going to have to be more creative if you want to give me a cute nickname. That one is taken. Besides, cutesy nicknames should be reserved for girlfriends and I am not your girlfriend." Kiran chuckled. "Would you like to be?" 'Hell yeah,' she thought, though the words that she spoke were different. "I barely know you. We would have to go out on a couple of dates before I'd even consider being your girlfriend." Kiran sighed as he listened to her speak. Jasmine's voice had a musical quality to it and it lulled the beast lurking beneath the surface. He could wait to claim her, as long as she was his in the end...and no one else looked at her in a sexual manner. Ever. His earlier words ran softly through his head. Possessive very. "Shall we go so I can face the music?" Jasmine asked, wondering how long she would be able to keep her hands off Kiran and gave in to the demands of her body. Kody nodded and offered her his arm, having regained some of his control. "Come, Jasmine. Let's go and put Candace out of her misery. She's been waiting to eat for some time now. I think she might start hacking off Paul's body parts and chowing down on them if she doesn't get some food in that belly soon." The laughs that shook Jasmine caused her to break into tears as Candace called out that she heard Kody's last comment. The look on his face, horror mixed embarrassment, was too much for Jasmine to take. They exited the dressing room, but Jasmine was still lost in a fit of laughter. "I know he's ugly, but I didn't think you'd find his face that funny, Mistress Jasmine." Jasmine's laughter subsided as she glared at Peter. The man lived to cause her grief. "Oh, it's not that. He was telling me about what you claim to be packing in your pants and what you've actually got down there, peewee." Peter frowned deeply. "Are you going to let her talk about me like that, little one?" Candace laughed as she replied, "Yes, but only because you deserve it." Peter looked put out until Candace motioned for him to bend over. She whispered something in his ear when he was close enough and whatever it was, it pulled him right out of his bad mood and put a smile on his face. "So, who's ready to eat?" ***** Kody knew that he was staring at her lips. Every crevice in those lips were his to explore, seeing as she was his woman, but it was hard not to do so at the dinner table. His mother really did teach him better, it was just becoming overwhelmingly impossible to act the way he knew he should. Paul leaned over and whispered in his ear conspiratorially, "If you don't stop staring, she's liable to spontaneously combust." Kody growled low in his throat, but turned his eyes elsewhere. He wouldn't openly acknowledge that Paul had a point, but he would stop staring. He needed to distract himself from the lovely woman across from him at the table. His gaze slid to Candice and Peter, laughing at some inside joke that they were sharing. He focused on the twin heartbeats coming from Candice's body, noting their speed and relative strength. Both the mother and the baby were fine. He listened to the others at the table. He could tell that Justin had yet to feed for the night, the sluggish pumping of his heart giving it away. Jasmine's heart beat strong and true, accelerating slightly when his eyes landed on her again. Did he just make her heart skip a beat? No, but her breathing was definitely affected. The catch was minute, but he heard it and knew that it was for him, because of him. Her body let him know that she was as affected by him as he was by her. The way her nipples had pebbled underneath her t-shirt, the slight differences in her breathing, the tempo of her heart, the way she licked her lips, and the smell of her arousal...it all called to him on a primal level. One so basic that the only reaction it would validate was to sling her over a shoulder and carry her off to fuck her until she screamed. He had to tamp down on that desire, but it was difficult. The need to be with his mate in every way rode him hard. If she moaned quietly one more time, he would no longer be responsible for his actions. Jasmine had tried so hard to ignore Kody throughout dinner, but he kept worming his way into her thoughts. The man sat directly across from her, making her acutely aware of him. She watched his movements, which were elegant, graceful even, for someone his size. He was handsome, but in a down- home, country boy kind of way. If he told her that he developed all those muscles from hard work on a farm, she would believe him, but she knew better. He was Candace's doctor, but she didn't think that he was only an obstetrician. From what she had been told, Jasmine knew that he also practiced adult medicine, performed surgeries, and was a pediatrician on the side. She didn't think that one guy should be able to practice so many different types of medicine, but Candace assured her that he had the degrees and know-how to go with each of his specializations. She wished he would examine her body with those meaty hands and maybe that tongue that he had tried to stick down her throat earlier. As she shook herself from yet another fantasy, she came to the conclusion that she was going to stay as far away from Kiran as possible. After dinner, they split up. Paul and Justin had driven Peter to the dress shop, but Peter planned on driving Candace's car to their home. That left Jasmine in a lurch, but Kody was quick to offer her a ride home. Jasmine frowned at the obvious setup, but said nothing as she followed Kody to his luxury sedan. She slid into the leather seat and buckled up, determined not to look at Kody, because if she did, she would jump him right there in the driver's seat of his nice car. She gave him her address and the directions to her house while gazing out of the window. He didn't say too much during their drive, and for that she was also grateful. She really didn't want to leave a wet spot on his leather seats and his voice turned her pussy into a geyser. Kody struggled not to pull the car over and take his woman right there in the backseat. She deserved much more than a romp in the backseat for their first time. He was going to romance her as best he could. It had been a long while since he tried to woo someone. Many women threw themselves at him and he was never one to turn down an easy lay or an easy meal. They were usually thin, tall model types, batting their eyelashes and hoping that he would part with his money as easily as he had parted their legs. Most were disappointed when the next morning rolled around and he was gone. A few were worth the effort, so he got to know them better, but it never worked out. They weren't his mate, never would be, so he stopped wasting their time when he sensed that they were becoming overly attached to him. He was a playboy, a womanizer, but now he would be the ultimate lover for his quintessential woman. Jasmine was the last woman he would ever be with. She would be the only recipient of his thick cock, his dexterous tongue and his wicked fingers. She would bear his children and accompany him into eternity at his side. This was forever and there was no turning back. He drove silently, focusing on getting his woman to her destination safely. He pulled into the driveway behind a cute little dark blue hybrid car and turned off the ignition. Jasmine turned and looked at him, startled, but said nothing. "I'm going to walk you to your door and make sure your house is safe before I take my leave, if that's okay with you, Jasmine." She nodded and got out of the car. She brushed her hands against the front her jeans and walked to her door with Kody trailing behind her. She ignored Kody's soft moan as she climbed the stairs to her front door. He gently took the key from her and told her to stay put as he entered her house. Normally, she wouldn't let a man she barely knew into her house and surely not alone, but she knew who Kody was and who he was related to, so by default, she knew where to find him if need be. She waited patiently until he emerged from the house. "You know, I was thinking. What if someone attacked me while I was standing on the porch waiting for you to come back?" Kody grimaced. He hadn't thought of that. "They would no longer be living, lovely. I would kill them for even thinking to harm a hair on your head." Jasmine laughed. "Like you would have gotten back in time to stop them. Next time, we'll go in together and save us both some time. You can search and I'll stand just inside the door." Kody frowned, but conceded the point. If he were a normal human being, he might not have been able to save her, but seeing as he was a vampire, a pretty powerful one at that, he would have ripped whoever thought to harm her to shreds without breaking a sweat. He gave her a nod and a quick peck on those full lips before returning to his car, smiling because she had said that there would be a next time. A plan took form in his head and he grinned. By Valentine's Day, she would be his. From the driver's seat, he watched her enter her house and close the door. He idled in her driveway for no longer than a minute before he was out of the car and ringing her doorbell. She answered it, confusion written all over her face. "Can I help you, Kiran?" His cock made him aware of just how sexy his name sounded as she said it in that melodious voice of hers. He swooped down and claimed another, far more satisfying kiss before releasing her. "Want to go out this weekend? Dinner and a movie, my treat?" Jasmine smiled, absently running a few fingers over her swollen lips. "I was wondering when you would ask me out. Hmm...Sure, let's go out this weekend, but I'm in the mood for sushi and dancing." "Okay, lovely, what about Saturday at 8. I'll pick you up then and we'll get sushi and go dancing." Kiran's lopsided smile gave her goosebumps. "Alright then. Eight it is." Kiran nodded and leaned in, whispering to her before his lips devoured hers, "Lovely Jasmine, Saturday is just the beginning." Jasmine took one look at her secretary, Missy, and laughed. She could barely get herself together to get her messages. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Ms. Ward. Your one o'clock appointment is in your office." "You should have seen your face! What's got your panties in a twist?" "Your one o'clock," Missy replied, deadpan. Jasmine quirked a brow, casting a glance at the closed door of her office before she spoke, "I don't remember having a one o'clock appointment." "Well, you have one now. Let me know when you're sending them out so I can take my lunch. I don't want to deal with them again." Jasmine frowned. Here she thought that maybe Kiran was paying her an afternoon visit as he had many days in the past couple of weeks, but it seemed that her appointment would be far less enjoyable, if Missy's reaction was anything to go by. With a heavy sigh, Jasmine turned and trudged towards her office. She cracked open her door and growled. Of course. She should have been expecting their visit. She walked in and sat at her desk, frowning at the three women that sat across from her. She chuckled as she took in the way the sun seemed to glimmer in their long, flowing red manes. Their eyes were the same piercing blue as Kiran's, but she found that she enjoyed staring into his eyes much more. Their skin was flawless, beautiful by society's standards, but the expressions of pure dislike marred their features and made them extremely unattractive to Jasmine. She wanted to pick up their dainty, size 2 bodies and throw them out of her window. "Ladies, welcome to Johnson and Hicks, how may I be of service?" Jasmine gave them her best work voice and smiled brightly, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Simple. Stay away from Kody," Kameron stated, as if informing Jasmine of the weather. Jasmine was partly intrigued but mostly infuriated. Did they really come to intimidate her? Because they had another thing coming if they thought that was going to fly. "Bitch, you better back the fuck up. I know you didn't come to my place of business to threaten me," Jasmine stated. "You're not his type. Before you, there were models, actresses, and millionaire heiresses. You're nowhere near the caliber of woman he used to date and nowhere near their dress size," Kylie said. She motioned with her hands to illustrate her point. Jasmine smiled. She and Kiran had this talk before. They had covered past relationships, what made them work and not work. They had talked about family, friends and many things of a more personal nature over the past two weeks. Kiran told her that she was the one, he was playing for keeps and as such, he wanted to be completely open and honest. It was her security in his love for her that kept her from flying across her desk at the heifer. He would be upset with her if she beheaded his sisters. Obviously, the sisters underestimated their brother and just how serious he was about her. She decided to throw in some of the words that Kiran had spoken just the day before to illustrate her point. "Keywords there: used to date. He's moved on to better things. I am the one he comes to see daily. I'm the one he showers with flowers and love. I'm the one he begs for release. And I'm the one he has chosen to spend his life with. Get over it. Those floozies before were nothing. I am everything to him." 'Wow, that sounded self-important and kind of crazy,' Jasmine thought. 'Maybe I should think a little more before I speak...' Kristina smiled, sitting back in her chair. "His everything? Wow, he really has you, hook, line and sinker. Do you know how many times we've heard that fall from some hapless girl's lips right before he dumped them?" "No, but I'll be the last one speaking them...ever." Their eyebrows raised and as they tilted their heads to the side in unison, Jasmine wondered just what she had gotten herself into. Kylie began, "The last...so that means he's told you everything about himself? His heritage? Where he comes from? What he is?" Jasmine schooled her features. She had no idea what Kylie was talking about, but she wasn't going to let her know that. "Yes." "So if we said that he's a vampire...a powerful vampire from a very prestigious family, you wouldn't be surprised?" Kameron questioned. Jasmine didn't laugh. She could tell they were serious and that the question they were asking was real. If Kameron's tone didn't tell her, the fangs hanging out of Kylie and Kristina's mouth would have. It explained a lot of things. Why Candace wouldn't let her beat the 'three bitches' asses, why Kiran was so opposed to long daytime dates, and why Kiran could practice so many types of medicine. If he was a vampire and what they said about vampires were true, he had years upon years to get all those degrees...and look damn good doing it too. The trio smiled, their elongated canines flashing in the light. If Jasmine weren't terrified of being ripped apart, she would slap those smiles right off their faces. She smiled back then. "No, I wouldn't be surprised. But I can tell you this, if you ever come at me wrong again, I am going to enjoy the hell out of beating your undead asses. I am going to whoop that ass from sunup to sundown. Now, get the fuck out of my office." The look of shock written across their faces told her all she needed to know. If they thought showing some fang was going to have her run screaming from her office, well, they had another thing coming. She had trained herself to steel her reactions because in the business world, some mistook those reactions for weakness. There was no way she would appear weak in front of Kiran's sisters. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. So, even as her heart broke from the knowledge that as honest as she had been with Kiran, he was hiding something that major from her, she smiled. With a perfectly manicured finger, she reached over and pushed her intercom button. "Missy, my one o'clock is leaving now. Leave a note with security on your way out. I never want these three to set foot in this building again." With a heavy heart, Jasmine stood, palms on her desk, leaning forward as she spoke. "It's been a pleasure, ladies, I'm sure. But like, I said before, get the fuck out of my office and do not come back. If you do, you won't be leaving unless it's on a stretcher." The three women stood and glared at Jasmine. "If you weren't under my brother's protection..." Kameron started. "Then your asses would already be staked," Jasmine growled through clenched teeth. With a harrumph, they turned collectively and stomped out of the office. Jasmine sat back in her chair and waited for the phone call that she knew would be coming. Every day, at two p.m., if Kody hadn't already come by, he would call. The phone rang right on cue. "Hello, lovely, how are you today?" "I'd be better if I hadn't just had a surprise visit from your bitchy sisters," Jasmine replied. Silence. "Kiran?" "Shit. Did they upset you?" "Yeah, I'd say so." "What happened?" "They made me realize that I've been a monumental fool in believing that you were being completely honest with me. I mean, I expect you not to tell me some things right off the bat, but what they let me in on was...umm, I don't know. HUGE!" "Wh...what did they tell you?" "Are you a vampire?" "Uhh...I'd rather talk to you in person about this." "Tell me the truth. Now." A sigh. "Okay then, yes. I am a vampire." "Does Candace know?" "Yes." "Is Peter a vampire too?" "Yes. We are vampires, me, every other Channing you know, and Candace. Peter turned her the night they met." "WHAT!?! That long ago? Are you shitting me?" Kiran grimaced. He left his house and got straight in the car while trying to talk Jasmine out of her rage. His destination was clear, but by the time he had arrived, she had instructed security not to let him in. He growled, but relented. He hated being kept from his woman, but he wouldn't cause a scene here at her job. He would wait until she got home and then cause a scene because there was no way he was going to spend his immortal life without his woman...He was addicted to her and he was not giving her up.

_**** FEEDBACK AND COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! Please Email me through the link below. ****_ ********************* "I'm really proud of you, son. I mean that". Randall Masterson's dads sudden outburst brought him back rudely back into the world of the living just as he was about to fall asleep. It was the first time his dad had said anything since they left the institute nearly two hours ago. Randall hadn't really known what he was expected to say, and he figured his father had lapsed into his usual method of dealing with him; embarrassed denial, so until now the journey home and been in complete silence. Awkward for his dad perhaps, but relieving for him. Until now. Randall gave his dad the courtesy of a slight smile. He would say he felt relieved to be out of the institute and going home, but in truth, Randall didn't feel much of anything at all while he was taking all the drugs that made him 'better'. He wasn't going to deny they'd taken the edge of his obsessive tendencies and the anger, but they'd also managed to slice just about all of his emotions, negative or otherwise right down the middle. It wasn't that he had lost them, he was sure he still 'felt'. It was hard to describe. They just felt like they wasn't his own anymore. At least, like he wasn't quite in control of them. Still, he supposed, emotional ruin aside, at least he was out of the institute and being driven back to his own house. How long had it been? Nearly a year now. Not quite, though. It felt much longer. He struggled to send himself back to the days when he had been happily living on the cusp of what was considered 'normal'. He had decided not to go to college, and that had actually worked out for a while. He'd still been living with his family when he met Jessica, and he vaguely remembered happiness. It was when she left him that everything that got majorly fucked up. The cheating, the breakup, and then the drinking, the stalking, the attack, the court case.. Randall had been a minor then, lucky for him. The judge had decided that with his parents permission the Anhiem Institute would be the best place for Randall, having made several recent breakthroughs with behavioural treatment and experimental drug conditioning. Randall had been incredibly worried, even scared about the institute when he arrived, but it hadn't really been that bad. It was certainly better than prison anyway, he figured. The freeway lights were creating complex shadows across the car. Randall's tiredness crept back again, and with no more effort from his father to finish the conversation, Randall fell asleep. The car pulled into the driveway a little after midnight. Randall's dad had stopped off at a service station for dinner sometime after Randall had fallen asleep, but Randall had decided not to bother with food. He was hungry, but he didn't want the added social awkwardness of having to sit across from his father and eat a meal. He was grateful for the extra time it had added to the journey when he noticed all the lights in the house were off. His mother and his sister were asleep, which could only be a good thing. He'd deal with them tomorrow. The familiar smell of the house hit Randall as his father opened the front door into the hallway. Nothing had really changed, and what little was different had already been documented by his mother in a million letters. The smell, however, couldn't be conveyed with words and it comforted him somewhat. The institute tried in vain to emulate the comforts of home without looking to much like a mental hospital, but there's only so much you can do to hide sterility, and the aroma of twenty years of family life couldn't be emulated. "I'm going to bed son," his father said wearily. "I'm only an early shift tomorrow and your mother will be out most of the day, but we'll talk in the evening, ok?", his father looked at him tentatively, perhaps hoping to illicit some sort of response. "Sure." Randall replied. He didn't really mind if his parents wanted to talk. If they expected something more than a quiet apathy from him though, they were going to be disappointed. He watched his dad retreat up the stairs and into his room, quietly closing the door behind him. He listened at the foot of the stairs for a while, and when no sounds came, he gave up and walked up the stairs to his own room. Not bothering to turn the light on in his room, he shut the door and threw himself on the bed, falling asleep for the second time in the evening. "Randall?" "Randall? Wake up!" Randall rolled over onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling. He rubbed his eyes. His curtains were drawn but bright sunlight had managed to penetrate and fill the room in a hazy light. He guessed it must be quite early in the morning, although there wasn't a working clock in his room; all of the electronics hadn't been switched on since he left for the institute and-- "Randall, I'm only going to ask one more time!", the voice of his sister on the other side of the door. "What?" "Do you want breakfast, or not?" Bethany asked. Randall sat up on the edge of his bed and stretched. "Yeah, ok, sure, I'll be down in a second" he replied, and he heard his sister walk back down the stairs. Bethany would almost certainly be cooking bacon for breakfast. Unlike his parents, she probably wouldn't want to talk about the institute or discuss his future. Beth was like that, she knew when to just back off, and it had helped them secure a very good relationship. At least, a good relationship before he left. She hadn't come to visit him once. Her 18th birthday had come and gone two weeks ago and he had sent a card, but hadn't heard from her at all, save fleeting remarks in his mother's letters. Randall stood up, still wearing the clothes from yesterday. The only clothes he had taken to the institute. He opened his wardrobe. Everything was clean and ironed and placed on hangers. Of course. He kept his jeans on, found a plain white shirt and walked to the bathroom. The mirror above the sink showed off his attractive features, blue eyes and short black hair. His hair had been much longer but short hair was one of the institutes many regulations. Maybe they did it to enhance the loss of identity or maybe they did it just because. You could never tell at that place what was meaningful and what was just a waste of time. Randall made a mental note to let his hair grow for the immediate future. Randall was washing his face when his entire body suddenly went haywire. Stumbling backwards from incredible sudden pain on the left side of his head, he made an attempt to grab onto the side of the bath and failed, falling to the floor. His body convulsed, arms lashing out to grab something, anything at all, and then just as suddenly as the pain had appeared, it vanished. Randall was left feeling nauseous and breathing heavily. He crawled over to the toilet, lifted the lid and threw up violently. It was several minutes before he felt strong enough to stand, and after a drink of water from the sink, he felt a little better. "Breakfasts ready Randall; you better not have gone back to bed!" Beth called. Randall cleaned himself up and flushed the toilet. The last thing he wanted was for any of his family to find out he was having random attacks. He walked down the stairs with a deliberate concentration, and into the kitchen. He had been right; Bethany had prepared two incredibly appetising bacon sandwiches. She handed him one of them on a plate and went to sit at the table. Beth was Randall's little and only sister. She had always been quiet and although she had a few close friends, she was never all that popular at school. As far as Randall knew, she had never dated or even kissed a guy. She just didn't seem the type, although he was sure that there wouldn't be many guys that would turn her down. She'd always been cute as a kid, but Randall was amazed how she'd grown since he'd been at the institute. He'd never really noticed it before, but the way her brown hair fell down her face, ending at the top her cleavage was... he stared at the bumps his sisters pert, round breasts made in her pyjamas.... "Randall? Are you going to eat that or just stand there with it?" Beth asked. Randall was snapped back into life and quickly looked away from Beth in embarrassment. What was he just thinking about? He'd never thought about Beth like that before, she was his sister. He wasn't attracted to her. Right? Still, he had to calm himself for a minute and adjust his pants to hide the start of an erection that had been forming there. He sat at the table across from Beth, who started talking to him like he had never left home. She told him about school, about her piano playing and photography classes, and about her friends. She was going shopping with them today. She never once asked him for any information about the institute or his treatment, and he didn't offer any. It didn't take long before they had both finished their food. Beth stood up and took the dirty plates over to the sink. Randall watched his sister as she stood cleaning up the dishes. She was wearing a blue pyjama top with stars and moons printed all over it, and a pair of pyjama shorts. Randall found himself staring at her ass, and imaging her slowly sliding down her shorts, her wet hands sliding between the wasteband and pulling them down her legs. Then, something incredible happened. What had only a second ago been a fantasy that Randall had been certain was in his head and his head alone started happening. Randall rubbed his eyes and quickly looked around the room, certain his must be asleep. His head pounded. Bethany had stopped her cleaning and had begun to pull down her pyjama shorts with both hands, revealing her white cotton panties clinging to her round ass. As the shorts cleared her knees she dropped them to the floor. Randall continued to stare as Bethany suddenly cried out and pulled her shorts back up, looking over at him sheepishly. "I..." she started "I guess these are a little too big, I must be losing weight...." she said, clearly very embarrassed and totally confused. Her shorts hadn't fallen off; she had pulled them down in front of her brother. What was she doing? Her head hurt when she tried to think about it, and she quickly finished up and left the Kitchen muttering about needing to get ready to go out. Randall hadn't said anything. He had just stared. First at her panties, then quickly up to her face when she had turned to speak. He was far too amazed and terrified by what had just happened. His fantasy about his sister, which had already been uninvited and surprising in the first place had actually come true. Randall ran through the event trying to think of a more logical reason for what just happened. Maybe he had said something or mentally dropped some sort of subliminal hint which his sister had picked up on? He'd seen that done on television and in a few movies. If that was true though, Beth would have been more likely to slap him than actually do it. The pain in his head gone, he grabbed a drink from the fridge and walked back upstairs, noticing the huge erection that the events of breakfast had given him. Walking past the bathroom on the way to his room he heard the shower. Something made him stop by the door. He imagined his sister having a shower. At least, he tried. He had never had an amazing imagination and he hadn't seen Beth naked since they were both young children. As he stared at the door thinking about his sister's wet body, the door suddenly began to open. No, that wasn't right. It wasn't opening, it was still fast shut. It was becoming transparent. His vision blurred as his eyes and brain once again tried to adjust to the impossible. He could see straight into the bathroom, but he could also see the door. His sister's pyjamas and panties lay on a heap in the middle of the floor. The shower had steamed enough that he could only see Bethany's silhouette. He began to stare at the shower door. His brain started to hurt again, but it felt like nothing more than what he would feel after an evening of alcohol, and he felt a near uncontrollable disaster to see her. As he concentrated, the shower door began to fade exactly the same way as the bathroom door did. He could still see ghostly outlines of both doors but he was no longer concentrating on either the doors or the impossibility of the situation. Bethany had her eyes shut as she massaged shampoo into her wet hair, her face up to meet the blast of water from the shower. She was, of course, entirely naked, and as she moved around to lather the side of her hair, Randall saw her breasts and small, erect nipples glistening with water. He started breathing heavily. Bethany wasn't a super model. She was nearly a foot shorter than him, about 5 foot 1. She wasn't super thin either, but she wasn't fat. She had curves, like Jessica. She might do with losing a little bit of weight from her hips, but she was otherwise a very attractive girl. As the shampoo from her hair hit the shower water, lather and bubbles dripped from it onto her face and down her breasts and stomach. Randall couldn't get a good look at her pussy. He watched for a few minutes, and then he had an idea. He imagined Bethany touching herself. Seconds later, Bethany's hands which had been washing her face slowly moved down to her pussy. She parted her legs slightly, and moved one hand between them, using the other to steady herself against the wall of the shower. Randall's head rang out in slowly increasing pain, but he was far too interested in Bethany's display to notice. He could see her chest move up and down making her breasts move slightly as her breathing quickened. The movement her arm made between her legs got faster and faster. Randall didn't have a very good view, but he wasn't worried. The idea he had made his sister masturbate in the shower was enough for him, and he reached down to his cock and started masturbating in the hall. Bethany's pace quicked again and suddenly she moaned loudly in pleasure, leaning forwards in the shower and gasping for air. Randall's own orgasm followed quickly afterwards. Putting his cock back into his pants, he watched his sisters disbelieving expression as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. As she walked towards the pile of her clothes on the floor, Randall got the first proper look at his sister's vagina. Or at least, he would have done. Bethany had dark brown pubes all over. Randall had always hated girls with a lot of pubes. Jessica had finally given into his complaining and gotten rid of hers not too long before they broke up, and he had loved it. Worse, his downer from his orgasm had only made him notice the pain in his head more, and he reached to massage his left temple. He felt it would probably be wise to walk away now, but he wanted to try one last thing before he broke off. He closed his eyes for a second, and imagined what he wanted to happen. Bethanie suddenly dropped the pile of clothes she had picked up and walked slowly over to the sink cabinet. Randall had lost sight of her at this point, but he wasn't worried. She carefully opened the door to the cabinet above the sink and took out one of Randall's razors. Randall's? If she was going to shave her legs, she told herself, she'd use wax, and besides, she'd only done that two days ago and her legs were perfectly smooth. She walked back into the dead centre of the room, and stood facing the locked door. She moved her legs wide apart, and the hand with the razor in started to harshly and quickly shave her pubic area. Randall watched his sister's display. Her face was showing concentration instead of shock or pain from dry shaving down there. Her pubes fell off quickly and after a few minutes her pussy was entirely bald, hair clustered on the floor beneath her legs. Her vagina looked red and slightly sore, but Randall didn't mind, it would clear up and it looked much better than all that hair. Randall called on his imagination one last time and Bethany shoved the handle of the razor into her pussy up to the hilt. Randall laughed, surprised at his cruelty but already sporting another erection. The pain in his head had become in intolerable though, and he steadied himself on the door, eyes shut. When he opened them, the door was solid once again and the pulsating in his head had calmed slightly. He went to his room and fell onto the bed, totally exhausted and feeling incredibly drained. Bethany suddenly looked down at the floor to see all her pubic hair surrounding her. She stepped back and felt something cold and painful inside her. Reaching down, she pulled the razor out her pussy. Looking at it in disbelief, then at the floor again and noticing the pain and bleeding that had started from razor cuts across the region where her pubes had been, she fell to her knees and became the second person that day to throw up in the Masterson family toilet.

It was an odd set of circumstance that brought me here, a place I really shouldn't be, with a woman I should never have met. Undoubtedly the alcohol had a lot to do with it, those strange orange drinks at the Halloween party. Sure, she had much more than I, and yes, I took advantage of the situation. Otherwise how would a middle aged, somewhat overweight, married man find himself kneeling between this beautiful woman's widespread legs? When she had turned out the light I was initially disappointed, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized the windows let in the light from nearby streetlights, signs and even the moon, casting a beautiful blue tint to the scene. The beautiful blue tint also gave me and excellent view of her body. Outside I could hear the sounds from parties that spilled out into the street. It was Halloween, but there were not trick or treaters around here, just the costumed drunks in an assortment of costumes. Ignoring the revelries outside, I slowly moved closer to her, letting my eyes take in every inch of her, beginning with her feet, so small in proportion to the rest of her, the toenails were painted orange and green, colors that oozed into a muted gray in the tinted light. Her calves and thighs were muscular but the skin felt smooth as I let my cheek brush against them. She had said she was dressed as a pumpkin, wearing an oversized orange blouse and her hair dye green. The costume was nice, but it was her legs that caught my attention, beautifully bare from her very short, shorts down to her orange and green toenails. Resting my head on her thigh I let my gaze wander over her soft, furry mound, the blond hair glowing a light blue in the strange light. Down from the hair, her lips had begun to swell a bit, the slit opening to give me an enticing hint of the delicately curved inner lips. The faint glitter of moisture attracted me, as did the earthy fragrance of her. Lowering my mouth to her lips, I looked up to her breasts, flattened against her in two, voluptuous mounds, with the nipples standing firm and tall in silhouette. Beyond her breasts I could see her watching me, in drunken anticipation. I paused teasingly, then stared at her eyes as I let the tip of my tongue lightly touch her clit. She flinched at the sensation and her face tightened some as I continued circling her clit with my tongue. Her eyes then closed as I closed my lips over her nub and gently sucked it, still sliding my tongue on the delicate skin. I moved my hand up and worked two fingers into her wet opening as she began to lift her hips in a rhythmic grind. Continuing the movement on her clit, occasionally I'd let my tongue slide down her slit and I'd remove my fingers and dart inside her with my tongue, tasting her tangy juices. Then I'd return to her clit as I gazed up at her face. I could feel her getting closer to coming as the muscles in her thighs tightened and she began moving her hips faster. Looking up at her face, I could see out of the window and noticed some movement in a window across the street. Continuing to suck of her clit and work my fingers in and out of her pussy, I watched as the movement in the window came into focus. A woman was bent over, her arms on the bed as a man was fucking her hard from behind. As far away as they were, I could see her breasts swinging back and forth, surging each time he crashed himself into her. Suddenly, I felt my partner lift her hips up, grinding her pussy onto my face. I flicked my tongue quickly over her clit and working my fingers deep inside her until she collapsed back down onto the bed, her cunt pulsing on my fingers. Returning my attention to the couple in the window across the street, I could see the woman had crawled up on the bed and was on all fours as the man now kneeled behind her. She reached back underneath her as he entered her again. I quickly pulled my fingers out of my partner's cunt and grabbed her hands, pulling her up. Awash in afterglow and still very drunk, she did everything I wanted her too, which was to bend over with her elbows on the bed and her legs spread wide. Without taking my eyes off the couple across the street, I plunged my cock into her pussy and let her wet, warmth draw me in. Across the street, the man was crashing his cock into her pussy with such force that she bucked forward with each thrust, nearly hitting her head on the headboard. Hell, I'd swear I could almost hear the slap of their flesh with each thrust. I immediately began thrusting into the pussy in front of me, trying to match the speed and force of the couple I watched. Feeling the pressure building in my balls, I knew I was getting close when I noticed someone coming in a door in the room next to the couple. Dressed in dark clothing, I thought perhaps he was wearing a costume, but as he turned on the light and moved into the middle of the room, I saw it was just his dark jacket. Slowing down my thrusts, I diverted all my attention to the apartment across the street. A man had entered the door and turned on the light in what appeared to be the living room. I watched as he walked over to the door and reach for the knob, but then he paused and moved his ear against the door, listening. Sensations began to roll through my cock as I continued to move slowly, but I still watched as the man stepped away from the door and went over to a desk or something. He opened a drawer and grabbed something and walked back to the bedroom door. Feeling the intense pleasure run through my cock to my balls I came, shooting my hot cum into the woman. I pushed deep into her as I watched the man open the bedroom door. My cock spurted a few more times as the couple jumped up from the bed, the man holding his hands out, the woman moving toward the man at the door. Leaning against her ass, I tried to keep my cock buried deep inside her as the man raised his hand. He held a gun. I saw it flash just as my cock slipped out of my partner's pussy. The gun flashed again and again and I heard the sound echo off the buildings, a loud banging sound heard above all the party sounds from the street. Oblivious to everything, the woman I was with climbed onto the bed, beckoning me to climb in with her. I looked back at the window and saw the man with the gun looking out of his bedroom window. First he looked down to the street to the costumed people laughing, drinking and dancing. I guessed he was trying to see if anyone might have heard what happened, but will all the Halloween parties and the overall drunkenness of the crowd, no one heard or saw anything. No one but me, and I couldn't move, all I could do was stand at the foot of her bed, staring. The man head moved as he surveyed the windows in the buildings until he stopped, appearing to look directly at me. With the lights out in the room, I hoped he couldn't see me, but he just continued to stare at me. Ignoring the woman begging me to climb into bed with her, I slowly moved to find my clothes. With my movement, the man in the window moved quickly back into his apartment and, carrying his gun, he headed for the living room. I untangled my clothes from her pumpkin costume, pulled on my pants and shoes and ran out of the woman's apartment without saying a word to her. As I passed through her living room I heard her call out something about the door, but I didn't pay much attention to her, simply calling out, "Okay, bye." Slipping out the back door of the apartment, I sprinted to my car, started the engine and sped off, darting between an assortment of ghosts, witches, pumpkins, and other costumed drunks. Once away from the parties, I intently watched my rear view window to see if I had been followed. Once I got a few blocks away, I picked up my cell phone and called my wife. "Hey hon, looks like we'll finish up early. I won't end up spending the night here after all." "Did you have many kids come to the door?" I asked her, not listening to her response. "Yeah, well I'll see you in about twenty minutes," I said. I was just about to hang up when I added, "I love you hon." At home, I locked all the doors and then quickly headed for the shower, calling out a quick, "Hello," to my wife as I slipped into the shower. She didn't respond and I didn't see her as I had walked through the house. "I might just get away with this," I thought. After a long hot shower I climbed directly into bed, kissed my wife goodnight and pretended to fall fast asleep. The next morning I rushed out and grabbed the newspaper, wondering what I might find about the shooting. Opening the paper I saw it, the lead headline read: **Halloween Murders!** _Apparent triple homicide in two apartments across the street from each other, the three victims all appeared to have attended the same Halloween Party at a nearby bar. The assailant is presumed to have known all the victims since there were no signs of a break-in at either apartment._ "My God," I thought to myself, "the door... she asked me to lock the door and all I did was say okay and leave." I read on: _All three victims were found naked, the first two were apparently engaging in sex when interrupted by the killer. The third victim had recently had sex with a man. Police theorize that perhaps the killer was with the lone victim, killing her after having sex with her when he noticed the couple across the street and was afraid they may have witnessed the killing. Apparently, the killer got dressed in a hurry and then ran across the street to kill the two witnesses. The crime lab is presently taking DNA samples from both apartments._ "No, no, no," I moaned. "Why didn't I wear a condom?" I asked myself, then thinking of the girl I realized that by not locking the door, I'd gotten her murdered. "Shit, and the police think I committed all three murders." I picked up the paper and walked upstairs to my study. Passing the bedroom, my wife said something to me, something about my brother coming over... showing off his Halloween costume. I just nodded and headed into the study, closing the door behind me. I read the entire article, trying to see it perhaps they had some other leads, something that would take them away from me. I considered contacting them, telling the truth and hoping for the best. I mean I left DNA and fingerprints at one of the apartments, but I wasn't even near the other. Surely they'd see I was telling the truth. The truth... the truth... hell, how could I tell the truth? My wife would inevitably find out where I was and what I was doing. That would be the last straw, she had stayed with me before, but now... this would be it. When we got back together after our first split she came with a lawyer and I basically just signed everything away if I ever fucked around again. Hell, if she found out I stood to lose my house, my company, my... Looking though the window, I saw a uniformed police officer climb out of an unmarked car. He looked up at the house and then headed for the front door. "Fuck, what do I do now?" I asked myself. When the doorbell rang I opened my desk drawer, grabbed my keychain and unlocked the small lockbox. Lifting the cover I reached in and grabbed my gun just as I heard my wife say, "I'll get the door." I slowly made sure the gun was loaded, turned off the safety and slipped the barrel into my mouth. Hearing the footsteps on the stairs I moved my finger to the trigger. I slowly began to squeeze as I heard my wife call out: "Your brother's here, he's wearing his costume from last night. You know he looks like a real..." The door opened and the policeman... no, my brother stepped into the room, just as I locked the lockbox and closed the drawer. I looked him over and said, "Wow, if I didn't know that was you I might be ready to confess to a crime. "Yeah, we had some kicks at the party with the uniform. I missed you guys there so I thought I'd stop by and let you see it. Got to return it by five today or else I pay extra." "I had to work late yesterday, so no Halloween for me." "Hey, you hear about the murders? You know I almost went to that same party, but decided to stop of at Jake's, it's a lot closer." "What have you heard about it?" "Last I heard, they are looking for two people, one the suspect and one either another suspect or just a potential witness. They think someone was with the single victim and he and the victim may have witnessed the murder across the street. Apparently the guy rushed out leaving the woman alone. A real saint huh?" "What do you mean?" "Leaving her alone like that. Hell he practically pulled the trigger himself, leaving the door unlocked." "How do they know that?" "They don't, some expert has been talking about it on the news, all speculation so far, but sounds about right to me." My God, my God, I got that poor woman killed. I was so frightened he was chasing me, I didn't think of her. "Anything else?" "Need to watch the news in the next few days, I wouldn't be surprised if some witness turned up dead." "Does the killer know who the witness is?" "No, but with the news coverage he knows someone saw him do it. Well I better run here and get this costume back." "Okay bro, see you later," I replied, feeling a bit dizzy. I sat back down at my desk as my brother headed back downstairs. My wife stepped into the study and asked, "Are you okay? You look terrible." "No, no I'm fine, just a lot of stress at work." The next morning I rushed out to pick up the paper. I hurried up to the study and closed the door behind me. Unfolding the paper I looked at the front page: **Halloween Murderer Still At Large** _Police are searching for a local man in connection with the death of his wife and her apparent lover, along with a woman who lived across the street. Police are also searching for a man who was apparently in the room with the single woman hoping he might have witnessed the initial killing._ Damn, I knew I should contact the police, for the woman's sake at least, but if I did my wife was sure to find out and if she found out I was sure to lose everything. The only thing to do was... was act like everything is normal. I got up and went into the bedroom where I heard the shower running. "Hmm... I'll surprise her," I thought to myself peeking into the bathroom, but she wasn't there. Figuring she must have gone down to get the towels from the dryer or something, I sat down on the bed. Sure enough, in just a few moments I saw her at the door, completely naked. Feeling my cock begin to grow I looked at her. Her hair was a bit mussed and yeah, her breasts sagged a bit, but she was still exciting. I looked up at her face and she had an odd, defiant look on her face. "Hon? What are you..." before I could finish she raised her arm, she was holding a gun... my gun. "What are you doing with that?" I asked, noticing she was wearing gloves. "Well darling," she said, overemphasizing the 'darling.' "I'm about to hear a gunshot, rush into the study and find you dead. It seems you are about to kill yourself." "Now hon, the gun's not even..." "Oh it's loaded all right," she said, motioning me to get up. I stood up asking, "But why?" "Halloween night," she said, leaning her head to the right and nodding knowingly at me. "Halloween night?" "Don't act stupid. Halloween night." "Okay... okay hon, but she didn't mean a thing to me. I mean it, I love you." "Shhh, be quiet!" "But..." "Shut up will you?" I closed my mouth and shrugged my shoulders. "Don't you see, I didn't catch you, you caught me on Halloween." I was confused. I could only shrug my shoulders again. "I did something that night, I took care of a problem." "What do you mean?" "You weren't the only one cheating on me Halloween night you asshole. No, someone else cheated on me. I walked in on them and, well settled the problem." "I don't understand." "You dolt, remember the apartment across the street from where you were fucking that pumpkin woman?" "Yes, some guy came in and killed them." "Some guy? That's what you think you saw?" "Yeah, some guy... wait, no, I just assumed..." "There you go." "But why?" "Like I said," she replied, "you weren't the only one cheating on me." "The man?" "Guess again." "The woman?" She smiled and nodded her head. "But you're not..." "Not lesbian? Are you sure?" "I ah... well, ah." "I'd been with her for ten years," she said. "But we've been only married for uh..." "Fourteen years you shit." "And?" She nodded, "I've had an affair with her for ten of them." "So, why were you so mad when I had that affair?" "Don't you see... nobody cheats on me." "But..." "NOBODY," she screamed. "Okay, okay, but won't you put the gun down. No one has to know about this." "But the story needs an ending." "What story?" "The one I tell police when I call them after you kill yourself." "But I'm not going..." "Sit down and shut up," she said sternly, point the gun at the chair behind my desk. "Okay, good, thank you for finally listening to me. You see, you are distraught... you witnessed a murder while committing adultery. The killer sees you and comes over to take care of you, but you ran away, leaving that poor woman behind. Thinking she could have seen the murder too, she is killed. By not locking the door you were instrumental in getting her killed. "Afraid to go to the police because your wife may find out about the affair, yet feeling responsible for the woman's death, well, some people just can't handle all the stress. You unlock the lockbox, put the gun in your mouth and kill yourself. I find your body, call the police and tell them you were out late on Halloween and they take over. The have your disgusting DNA inside her and now they have a body to match the DNA to. All I have to do is quickly shower and wash off the blood splatter, get dressed and then run in here. Any blood I get on me then will be because I touched you in my despair." "But honey, you don't have to..." I felt the barrel of the gun push into my mouth and I closed my eyes. I felt the barrel shaking in my mouth and then I heard...

Chapter 1 Masturbation Aloy was midway through her long quest through the jungle to track down the last couple of corrupted machines. it had been a couple of weeks since she had speared HADES. and the last traces of its corruption needed to be purged from the far depths of the southern jungle. Talanah was busy with her Sunhawk Duties and her other friends with rebuilding Meridian. so Aloy had gone on her own to track the final machines down. It had been a successful days hunt today and Aloy needed to unwind. Luckily Aloy found a quiet ruin in the middle of nowhere. "I should be safe here for an hour or so," she said to herself. She was still a little anxious that she might get spotted by someone though. Aloy spread a tattered wool blanket beneath her and lay with her shoulders against the mossy wall. Making sure she was nice and comfortable. although resting was not exactly what she had in mind. "It was a productive day's hunt today I have earned this." She reminded herself she needed this. She really needed to masturbate she was feeling really horny and needed to work it off so she could focus. She undid her belt and lay it to one side next, she pulled her skirts off and slid a hand down into her brown pants. Aloy started masturbating Aloy lay back and thought of Talanah her beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. imagining her standing naked in front of her. Fantasizing about her standing over her and spreading her legs revealing her exquisite pussy surrounded by a few shiny dark pubes. To be honest she had been planning for this all day she even changed into her light Nora Brave outfit for easier access to her crotch. she missed Talanah too much she really needed this. She hadn't had sex with her since the night before she left on this trip. That had been a whole fortnight ago! Since then, endless daydreams about her cropped up constantly and were distracting her at least a dozen times a day. She needed to clear her head for a bit. First, she began exploring her sensitive labia and crotch with her fingers slowly and tenderly at first. She wasn't that experienced at this. She rubbed her slit thinking of Talanah's shiny black hair so full and straight and her lustrous long ponytail. She remembered feverishly undoing it for the first time Talanah's hair falling in shimmering dark waves down to brush past her shoulders. she smiled at the warm thought. "Ohhhh." She sighed. sinking into her fantasy and sliding down from the wall to lie flat on the blanket. Fingers simply skimming her sweet sensitive mound at first. tickling her tangle of wiry red pubes. Her slit starting to rapidly moisten and heat up. Holding onto happy memories of how great her soft thick black hair had felt against her fingers whenever they made out. Fingers circling her damp pussy lips now. She closed her eyes all the better to picture her. Rubbing harder against her rapidly moistening folds. Picturing her lover's dark silken lips how smooth and wet they looked. They were always so full and ripe just begging to be kissed. Aloy was now vigorously rubbing her hairy red bush she gasped at how good it felt. Pants shaking violently as she rubbed away as fast as she could her body demanding she go even faster. Now thinking of her soft kind brown eyes ringed with sexy dark eyeliner. deep gentle brown pools she could gaze into losing herself. That was it! She had to grab her pants and kick them off completely now. She was getting really in this. Spreading her legs wide and slipping a finger into her welcoming slit. Thinking of Talanahs bright and wonderful smile. She could feel herself getting so much wetter now then she dreamed of her trim tummy and belly button that she liked to show off in her unique Carja outfit. Reminiscing about how smooth and soft it felt when she ran her hands over it. She wanted to be back there with her again. Her body was everything to her. Talanah was on her mind all day. She wanted to see her smiling face again so desperately. and with that, she began toying with her clit. That inspired her to use her free hand to play with her own navel. gently rolling it, probing it with a finger. Stroking round her innie. Arousing her even more. Sending slow waves of pleasure through her. Soothing her it felt so nice. Aloys pussy was drooling, and her nipples started to stiffen involuntarily she could feel her orgasm starting to build up as pressure in her loins. Still daydreaming, she conjured up Talanahs bum and legs that bouncy bubble butt she loved so much. Fingering herself even harder now she slipped another finger in. She was sweating with exertion despite her light outfit. barely even registering and certainly not caring that her cum was starting to stain the blanket. She kept on with her frenzied unstoppable fingering she didn't want to stop. She couldn't stop. Grunting with the effort sopping wet down there and oozing. Fingering herself with urgency wanting to cum as hard as she possibly could. Her eyes shot open as she was way too tense now She would blow very soon. She could feel her orgasm in her core begging to be let loose. She tried biting down her lip to keep from crying out and more importantly from cumming too soon. She thought of Talanah's bouncy bountiful breasts and her irresistible dark nipples. Imagined flicking them as she had done countless times before to watch them quiver. "Mmm, this feels so good." She stammered those beautiful boobs flashed through her head a dozen times a day. She couldn't believe that Talanah would just let her play with them to her heart's delight. they were probably the sexiest things she had ever seen. So perfect. So pretty. She loved them more than anything. "Ugh," she grunted. she was really strumming her clit now, her nipples were getting really hard now straining away from her tits. She twirled her finger around one. twiddling it the way Talanah often would. "Mmmmm." She sighed. that felt amazing. Her whole body was feeling pumped from the thrill of masturbating. This was better than any shot of adrenaline. Stopping now was unthinkable. She had barely escaped from ravenous machines before and felt less alive than she did right now! Working her G-spot from inside struggling on the edge to keep herself from cumming just yet. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down her body and face. She dare not stop to wipe them off. She was too busy plumbing new depths of pleasure. "Ooooh." She moaned again. She thought of Talanahs delicious wet pussy waiting for her. those luscious lips and that tempting clit. Her glistening folds are all so familiar to her now. Reminiscing on its taste and how Talanah always giggled as she licked away at it. She slumped lying flat. "Ohhhh." she groaned. she could stay here all night Just playing with herself. It was so much fun! She remembered how Talanah had smiled when she ate her pussy for the first time and her sweet moans that had been music to her ears Aloy slipped three fingers in plugging her creamy wet hole kneading away now. Going rapidly, urgently, mechanically finding that golden rhythm. Going as deep as she could inside herself. Digits covered in a thick glaze. Cum running like meltwater down her ass onto the blanket. The only sound was her heavy panting and the squelching of her needy cunt. Any second now she was going to blow. She couldn't hold it back any longer. at last, she let go. "Ahh-uhh-ughh-urggghhhh!!" Cried Aloy shuddering into a spectacular climax. eyes bulging and rolling back. Mouth dropping open in a perfect O letting out primordial animalistic groans and gasps of sheer hot orgasmic pleasure. Cumming to thoughts of Talanah Khane Padish. Trembling as a powerful orgasm flooded through her whole body. Exploding out from her clit to touch every nerve ending in her body. Sending sparks racing up and down her spine. "Agggghhh." She wailed involuntarily her cunt clenched and pulsated. Orgasm so strong she was barely conscious as her back arched and leapt she almost as though she would fly out of her own body. Screwing up her face as her pussy pumped hard. She felt like her soul was melting and draining out her cunt. Legs shaking, toes curling. Her eyes rolled up her face scrunching. Her soaking slit clamped around the fingers that were still inside her the other fist clenched hard till her nails dug into her palm. Her face was flushed red staring into nothing. Cum gushed out of her soaking her blanket with a huge sticky puddle. feeling the ultimate release, she had been craving. The orgasm eventually faded away to wonderful tingles at her extremities. and Aloy recovered enough to form coherent thoughts. She felt dizzy. Her legs were weak. and she was totally exhausted as though she had just fought a dozen Sawtooths. thank the sun she was in a quiet spot as she couldn't muster up the strength to swat a fly right now. But at the same time, she still had an incredible high rushing through her. "Wow." She muttered to no one. Finally withdrawing her hand from the sticky mess, she had created. "Oh, that was amazing. I must make time for this more often." one thing had become very clear to her she missed Talanah very deeply and longed to be back with her. I wonder if Talanah misses me like I miss her? Meanwhile, miles away back in the Meridian Hunters lodge lying in her SunHawk's bed a completely naked Talanah was masturbating too working herself into a lather thinking of Aloy. Using three fingers to penetrate herself and her thumb to tease her clit. Eyes closed to better picture her. Her mind was filled at first with thoughts of Aloy's hair. By the sun! That incredible hair! That thick mass of shimmering red like wildfire, that cute little face that scrunched up so adorably whenever she had an orgasm. Those cute ears and her unique eye-catching freckles. Mmmmmmm. Talanah licked her lips savouring fantasies about that slim body and that taut belly, she wanted her so bad. She never tired of thinking about her. Couldn't stop herself from thinking about all the things she wanted to do to her. would do to her. She found her so fucking hot. Whenever she woke up and whenever she went to bed, she was plagued by erotic fantasies of Aloy or visions of her in skimpy Carja outfits. Just thinking about her made her so damn horny. This would help relieve that tension she felt without her. "Ahhhh." She sighed blissfully. Stresses just melting away as she fingered herself to a sexual high. It was a cool evening and yet her bed sheets were soaked in sweat. She began fingering herself harder. reaching for her much needed orgasm. She moved on to thinking about Aloys perky breasts firm pale and sensitive. She enjoyed thoughts of Aloy's pink nipples and perfect little pussy slit. Recalling of how good she tasted down there. She licked her lips at the sheer thought. Memories of how she always squealed when Talanah went down on her finally carried her into a back-arching orgasm. Cumming so hard she practically went cross-eyed. She had thought to leave a pillow between her knees that helped when they cramped together as came all over herself. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She yelled. melting onto her bedsheets. "Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Was all she could manage to say. By the sun! That felt so good. She couldn't seem to stop thinking of Aloy these days. She couldn't stop a hand straying down to her pants and masturbating to her either. "Ugh, that's the fourth night in a row Talanah you have got to stop." She admonished herself. "Mmm, I just cannot wait till she comes home." She thought.

_DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story came from an idea by YoungSwingCouple and involves some interesting fetishes I'm into, and yes, it also features sexual acts between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind._ NOTE: This story features a lot of different and some extreme fetishes that will not be for everyone. Expect exhibitionism, voyeurism, cheating, cuckolding, interracial, dirty talk, and homeless sex. Everyone's having a good time with it though. AN ALLEYWAY ENCOUNTER Luke and Emma needed this night. In so many ways, for so many reasons, they needed it to happen. None of those reasons occurred to them while they sat at dinner, gleefully drinking glass after glass of sugary cocktails, drowning their relationship concerns in laughter and alcohol. There's no way they could have. Because at the time, they thought the night was soon coming to a close. When they stumbled from the restaurant, arm in arm and giggling, starting their drunken walk home, they saw their romantic and desperately needed dinner for two as a phenomenal way to end the evening. They'd have sex, certainly. That was, after all, the ultimate point of this entire expensive outing of food and drinks. But that was going to be rough, passionate, and quick. And then the night would be complete. If everything went to plan, Luke and Emma would have gotten the night they wanted. But this wasn't that. This was the night they needed — and despite what they thought, trudging down dimly lit streets halfway back to their apartment, it had only just begun. A few months ago, the couple hit a wall in their relationship. They still loved each other and enjoyed being together and didn't want to break up, so maybe not a wall exactly. The car was fine. It was more that they encountered an obstacle in the road. A large fallen piece of lumber blocking their path, and instead of abandoning their vehicle and wandering off they were both trying to figure out how exactly to either move it out of the way or go around it. It just wasn't easy. Sex never is. Sex is complicated. At least, great sex is. When Luke and Emma first started dating, their sex life was hotter than a habanero. Their lust and passion for one another translated into intense and aggressive sessions that had them moaning and screaming as they gyrated and fucked against each other. Every time Luke would lay eyes on Emma's slender and petite naked body, it instantly made his dick hard. He adored her pale skin, her legs, the span of freckles across her chest and nose, and of course, her breasts. Breasts of her size would look enticing on any woman but on her 5'2" frame they appeared mouth-wateringly large. For Emma, it was more than just Luke's slim build, healthy tan, and lengthy prick. The first one she'd ever had inside her, whose plunges into her depths made her pant, cry out, and cum. It was the freedom she felt while grinding her hips against his, when rocking back to meet his thrusts while on all fours. The utter dismissal of her somewhat sheltered upbringing by acting like a wanton whore made her wail in orgasm just as much as Luke's handsome face and thick cock. Over time though, after fucking all over the room, they slowly started to keep mainly to the bed. From doggystyle and cowgirl, spooning while Luke held one of her legs in the air or both sitting up with Emma bouncing in his lap and his hand tangled in her fiery red hair, they usually just did it missionary. Instead of filthy phrases like, "fuck my cunt" and "suck my cock," dirty talk consisted of indistinguishable grunts and groans. They both still enjoyed sex with each other. Very much so. It had just become standard and routine, and they we were worried about where a road like that might eventually lead. As a great philosopher once said, "You can't be like pancakes: all exciting at first but by the end you're sick of them." So, they talked about it. They discussed and researched ways to add some more spice to their sinful, sexual courses. They tried tying each other up, Emma's small body stretched so wide her butt lifted from the bed, but decided it wasn't for them. They tried spanking, and while turning Emma's pale skin pink helped for a little while, it didn't give either of them enough for a long- lasting solution. They even tried toys, but fake tools never felt quite as good as the real thing for him or Emma. Then, while attempting to watch porn together, the answer unexpectedly hit them like a truck. Sitting together in the desk chair, both of them facing the computer, they saw a video titled "Young Couple Fucks in Park." Even before clicking on it, Luke's cock began to stiffen, engorging along Emma's naked ass and extending toward her suddenly moist slit. "How about that one," Emma said reading the title out loud. On screen, a young couple around their ages scouted the area around them nervously. The concept of the video clearly intrigued them both but Emma especially found something so perverted about it. The idea of having sex in such a public place seemed so risky, so... slutty. She subconsciously rocked her body against her boyfriend, her movements further stimulating his growing erection. There were some boulders, a few bushes, but there wasn't that much cover for the couple, yet they seemed unconcerned about any of that. Or maybe they were concerned, and that level of danger only enhanced the experience. Braced against a tree, the man's trousers were down at his ankles and his hands gripped the girl's bare hips. Her skirt had been lifted to her waist and her panties pulled halfway down her shapely thighs. She bounced back and forth in long, slow movements onto the man's unseen cock, buried all the way deep inside her hungry snatch. Luke's hard staff was in Emma's hand and she matched the girl's motions, sliding her hand and the slick lips of her pussy along his shaft. She breathed in extended breaths, his girth having separated her folds. The video couple's thrusting picked up speed and the girl's face twisted into restrained shrieks of pleasure. The rhythmic sounds of slapping flesh joined the chirping birds and distant voices of passersby. The knowledge of people possibly stumbling onto this taboo scene pushed Emma and Luke to the edge. Raising her butt into the air, Emma repositioned Luke's cock, lining him up with her entrance, and sank down with a lengthy, low moan. She bottomed out and Luke reveled in the warm feeling of his girlfriend's tight walls around his hard member. Then she lifted herself up and dropped back down, riding him at a hurried pace. Emma and Luke gasped and moaned, watching the couple on the screen as they fucked in mirrored movements. "We should do that," Emma panted. Luke reached around to grasp her large breasts, capturing her thick nipples between his fingers and pinching them. "Fuck in public?" The words caused Emma to slam down and grind her ass against him, the thrill of hearing it said so bluntly almost driving her to immediate climax. The very idea of it, of her doing something like that, something so taboo, it made her so wet, so horny. "Yes. I want you to fuck me in public. Bend me over and fucking take me." Emma picked up speed, lifting and dropping in rabbit-like bursts. Luke grunted and jerked his hips up to meet her, their furious rutting hitting a fevered pitch. They pictured themselves in the situation, the thought careening both of them toward orgasm. But the moment hit each in a different way. Emma enjoyed the debauchery of it, the freedom of giving into your desires and surrendering yourself. Luke thought about the watching of it, of seeing a woman get ravished in a public setting, of her slutty nature causing her to allow herself to be taken. "Yeah? You want to get fucked in public? Where anyone can see what a horny slut you are?" "Yes! Ah ah ah ah! Fuck, yes! It's so dirty. It's so wrong. And it's so fucking hot!" Adding one final touch to their intense coupling, Luke snaked one hand off her breast, up her chest, and his fingers wrapped around her neck. Emma gave one last wail and then he squeezed, choking her in his grasp. Emma's pants of pleasure turned into struggling gasps for air. Her skin flushed, her shaved pussy turned a bright red, her enjoyment evident. Barely able to breathe, mind a whirl, she reached the edge and tumbled over. Emma's cunt clamped down on his cock as she came, her legs tensing and flexing as she ground her ass into him and spasmed, lips parted in a silent "o." Her climax set him off and he exploded inside of her, tightening his grip on her breast and holding her body down on his while he flooded her with bursts of hot, sticky cum. The computer screen was black, the video having finished long before they did. Following their revelation, they made plans for their fantasy to become a reality, believing it was the answer they'd be looking for. The cinch that would drag the obstruction out of the road. In a week's time, they'd go for a stroll in the park at night, find a spot, and fuck each other senseless where anyone could accidently stumble upon them. The excitement of it had them perpetually horny and for the few days after setting the date, they had sex every night, some of the best sex they'd had in ages. Luke would plow Emma from behind while she braced against her dresser for balance and describe how risky their plan was, how turned on it made him to think about her getting used in public like that. Emma would ride on top of him while he lay on the floor and scream about him taking her in the wild like a beast, about them fucking like animals. Then two days from their planned exhibition work hit them hard. They had to delay an extra week. Then a week became two. Then three, their respective jobs and other necessities of life getting in the way. Soon a month had passed, and their plans had fallen by the wayside, their sex life forced to be placed on the back burner. When a light at last appeared at the end of the tunnel, they wanted to capitalize on it, to celebrate their returning freedom and getting back in the driver's seat of life. However, their outward enthusiasm toward public sex had diminished. They were worried about just slipping right back into high gear and thought maybe they should just have a nice night out instead of heading right to the park, finding the nearest bush, and going at it like cats in heat. So they instead settled on a restaurant, dressed in their finest, and put no limit on alcohol. Inwardly though, not much had changed for either of them. The thought of public sex still turned them on immensely. If either had be truthful, they would indeed have gone straight to the park that very evening, skipped the restaurant, and maybe not have had things go the way they did. They both still very much wanted it. Which is why, after dinner, after their copious amount of drinks, they were halfway back home, their libidos set to high, when a dark alley caught Luke's eye and he suddenly stopped. Emma laughed, almost tumbling over from their linked arms and her wobbly heels. She probably should have worn flats, knowing how much they planned on drinking that night, but the heels gave her small body some extra height and with her tight black dress, it also gave her a boost of confident sexiness. Although some might say the heels turned her ensemble from classy girl to street walker, in her current inebriated state she might have said thank you. Next to her, Luke stared down a dimly lit alleyway. She glanced around them wondering why he stopped and then peered down the alley herself, trying to see what might have caught his eye. She couldn't see very far. The glow from the far spaced sidewalk lights only barely lit the cobbled path maybe ten feet. "What is it?" she said through squinting emerald slits. "Well," Luke turned to face her, a wicked and dangerous smile on his lips, "It's not a park but..." Under her dress, Emma wore a pair of skimpy lace panties. She worried that maybe she should have chosen one made of more substantial material because the amount of juices that flooded her underwear at her boyfriend's suggestion threatened to spill down her pale white legs. The park was one thing but a dank and dirty alley? It was so disgusting. So filthy. If they were both a little more sober, she might have been able to control her inhibitions. Instead, she clenched his arm tighter and followed as he led them down the dark path. They were both smiling, giggling, hearts pounding in their chest. They went further back, away from the light to give themselves some cover but not all the way so as to remove the risk. They passed by storm drains, some discarded garbage, before pausing next to some metal trashcans. Luke yanked her toward him and their bodies collided, kissing passionately, tongues shoved into each other's mouths. Lips smacking, breathing heavily from their noses, they groped at each other as they made out. Emma rubbed her hand in rapid strokes up and down the bulge in Luke's pants, his thickness filling her palm, and he ran his hand under the back of her dress to grab her ass, squeezing and kneading her fleshy cheeks, laid bare by Emma's thong. After a few moments with her rear, he slid his hand to the front of her damp panties and slipped underneath the waistband to feel her wetness. Emma whined in desperate need, the sheer depravity of everything making her head swim. The ground beneath them contained scattered grimy puddles, and a slightly unpleasant smell wafted around the area. Not pungent enough to gross them out but enough to notice and remind them of their filthy surroundings. Luke unceremoniously broke their embrace and with a growl, spun her around to face the trashcan and bent her over. The metal clattered when Emma gripped its lid for stability. "Oh god," she groaned, the sound making her quiver. "Do it. Fuck me right in this dirty alley. Treat me like a two-dollar whore and fuck me over a garbage can!" He pushed her dress up to her waist and tore her panties down her thighs. Luke scrambled to undo his trousers, taking in the view of his girlfriend bent over in an alleyway with her lower half completely exposed to the night air. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight and her pussy dripped with arousal. She looked so slutty, so whorish and it drove him mad with lust. Pants dropped and cock out, he wrapped his fingers in a hunk of Emma's ginger locks and buried himself inside of her in one thrust. They both groaned in ecstasy. Then Luke jerked his hips back and plowed forward again. They were doing it. They were actually fucking in public. With every slam forward the can banged and rattled, the clanging spurring on their ferocity, the sound joining the noise of his grunts and her sharp cries. Maybe someone would hear them, hear the clamor from the dark while passing by and come investigate. Maybe that someone would see them, fucking like two dogs, all growls and snarls and fast, hard thrusts. Luke imagined what it would be like to experience that, to hear the sounds and watch. Witness a beautiful woman like Emma getting railed like a dirty street whore. His gorgeous, pale skinned girlfriend getting treated like just some hooker picked up on the corner and fucked in the nearest alleyway. "Take it you hot little bitch," Luke said, giving Emma's hair a thug. Emma's back arched and her neck stretched out enticingly, begging for his hand to wrap around its delicate curve. He held back though, focused on his frantically rocking hips and enjoying the sounds of his girlfriend's passionate squeals. He didn't want to cut them off. He wanted to hear her begging for his dick. "You like getting fucked in a grimy side street like a whore, don't you?" Emma tossed her ass back to meet Luke's pistoning cock. She slipped and adjusted her stance, fancy heels splashing into a murky puddle. She was getting used like a cheap slut. She didn't think it could get any dirtier than this. "God, yes! I love it! I love being treated like a bitch in heat, like a dirty skank! Ungh ungh! Fuck!" Then they heard it. Shuffling steps, the skitter of glass against stone. But not from the way they came. From further ahead, deeper down the path. Their eyes had adjusted to the dim light so they could see a little clearer when they turned that way. They could see the shapes and figures almost upon them. Vagrants, a group of them, watching in rapt attention. Homeless men, dirty and unwashed, with a clear view of Emma's beautiful body getting used like a cockhole. Any rational person would have turned and run. Pulling up pants and panties would have come secondary. Getting out of that alley would have been priority one. However, rational thought had left Luke and Emma several powerful thrusts ago. They were beyond buzzed. The risk of getting caught was always a kink factor. And they were so goddamn horny and lost in their pleasure, that stopping now might have caused their brains to short circuit. Instead of what was happening. Being watched, even by a group of grimy homeless men, or maybe because of it, sent them into overdrive. After a brief moment of pause, Luke gritted his teeth and fucked himself even harder into his girlfriend, slamming his hips into her ass, the smacking of their flesh echoing in the alley. Emma screwed her face into a mask of intense bliss and collapsed down to her forearm, her body jerking forward with every hard pump of Luke's dick. They were watching her get fucked. Homeless men were right there walking toward them and were seeing her get treated like a slutty piece of street trash. It made her so hot letting loose in such a way, giving in to the types of desires and perversion that went against everything she learned in her upbringing. The sensation of her boyfriend's thick cock stretching her pussy and pummeling her depths made her feel good, this made her feel like a fucking whore—and she loved it. Jaw slack, she gazed at her grubby admirers through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, drool dripping down her lips. Black and brown men shambled toward them with their cocks out, thick and long and surrounded by forests of dark tangled hair. Luke marveled at the sight of them, beating themselves off to his girlfriend... and moving closer and closer. He should stop, somewhere in his mind he knew he should, but he didn't want to. Not to mention he worried how they might react. What these horny drifters might do to them if they took away their source of pleasure. At least, that was the excuse he used to assure himself of why he responded the way he did next. "Her tits," one of the men rasped, his dark eyes filled with hunger. "Let's see the slut's tits." Without a second of hesitation, Luke reached up, grabbed the right shoulder strap of Emma's dress and yanked it down her arm, causing her pale white breast and stiff pink nipple to pop out into the open. The men moved closer to get a better view of her bare breast bouncing erratically. Emma released a long, throaty moan at the disgusting stench that rushed at her. "Look at the size of the udders on this damn whore," another man added. The size of his black fuckstick made Luke similarly awed. By this point, the group of men were only a couple feet away from them, fists flying rapidly along their shafts. Emma panted heavily, focusing on each and every one of them one-by-one. She'd only ever been with one person and hadn't really seen many dicks in her lifetime, and had never seen ones like these. Ebony and dusky and so unlike her boyfriend's. Some of them bigger, some of them smaller, but all of them making a tsunami of arousal flood her cunt. Not to mention the fact that they all belonged to dirty, disgusting drifters, homeless strangers ogling her while she ogled them. She was getting a good look. And was about to get a much better one. Unable to contain himself any longer, one of the vagrants grabbed a nearby plastic crate, slid it over and climbed on top of it. He tangled his grimy hands into Emma's locks and held his smelly dick up to her mouth. It was just like him, short, fat, brown, and filthy. She stared up at him with equal parts shock and equal parts perversion. "Suck my cock you fucking ginger slut." Emma's eyes rolled back into her head and she came. Being treated so derogatorily by someone like him was enough to finally send her spiraling into climax... her wail of unbridled ecstasy allowing him to slip past her lips and into her mouth. Luke couldn't believe his eyes. A homeless man's cock was inside his girlfriend's mouth, and Emma was in the process of screaming in orgasm around it. Her pussy spasmed and clenched as her body shook and quaked. While Emma was cumming, the man frantically thrust in and out of her mouth, making her gag and choke, whether from the assault or the gross taste of his dick Luke wasn't sure. What he was sure about was how the sight of his girlfriend's face getting used like a fleshlight was both the most erotic and most fucked up thing he'd ever seen, and was enough to set him off in an orgasm of his own. After three short, jackrabbit thrusts, Luke sheathed himself fully inside of Emma and came, flooding her with multiple bursts of sticky cum. "Fuck! Shit! Yes, you cocksucking whore!" His cum drained into his girlfriend, Luke stumbled backward, slipping out of her and getting a profile view of her jaw stretched around the homeless man's cock. The contrast between her ultra-pale skin and his swarthy tone nearly had him ready to go again. And the way he was treating her... Luke and Emma had indulged in rough sex numerous times. The choking stemmed from that. But this was another level. The bum slammed into her mouth again and again, treating her face like a sex toy, his dangling balls slapping against Emma's chin. He was clearly already close because a few more humps into her face and he stiffened and came. Emma's throat bobbed. In coughing fits and retches, Emma rode fully off her first orgasm and right into another. The taste of the man's cock washed over her palate and was beyond anything she ever tasted before. It smelled unclean and sweaty, caused her throat to convulse and struggle to expel the vile flavor from her mouth—and made her pussy twitch and pulse. Luke had cum in her after taking her over a trashcan and a bum was using her mouth like he was fucking her cunt. Her orgasm felt unending. When he finally came, his dirty dick burping slops of cum into her mouth, Emma swallowed without thinking, gulping down his seed. The vagrant using her mouth pulled out and hopped off the plastic crate, his dick wilting and spent. Emma remained bent over, panting and catching her breath, her receding orgasm clearing the lust-thick fog in her mind. Before Luke could react, another one of the alley dwellers shoved his way forward, a big and burly black man with a staff as dark as Emma was white. With powerful arms he spun the redheaded beauty around and lifted her up, sitting her on top of the trashcan, and tore her panties the rest of the way down her legs, allowing him to position himself between her spread thighs. Luke considered stepping forward, but then hesitated, one of the other men giving him a threatening stare. Part of him wondered which came first, his hesitation or the stare but his rising cock answered that for him. Seeing his girlfriend used roughly by complete strangers—homeless strangers at that—was apparently a fetish he never knew he had. "Wait, what are you, no, stop," Emma said, grasping at words. A large vagrant stood in front of her and pulled her fancy dress over her head. He tossed the garment aside and it splashed into a nearby puddle. Between their bodies, his fat and stiff cock pointed at her slit, ready to spear her open. It was bigger than her boyfriend's by at least three inches and black as coal. Despite herself, Emma's lower lips swelled and grew slick with wetness. Still she protested, attempting to push him away, but he clutched her neck, fingers grabbing her tightly. He intended to shut her up and instead made her shiver with arousal. "Oh, god." "Listen here you fucking whore. My black cock is going in this ginger cunt, you understand?" Unaware of how his choking was affecting her, the black bum snarled in her face, giving Emma a good look at his missing teeth. Again he mistook her squirming and horny moan for dissent, and his hand flew through the air. He smacked her across the face and she nearly melted, the crack of his palm against her cheek unleashing something inside of her. "We're all getting a turn at this fine white pussy." For a moment, Emma had an out of body experience. She saw herself, sitting on top of a metal trash can near the back of a grungy alley, naked except for her heels, her sexy pale body on display. Homeless men surrounded her, one of them positioned between her legs, his huge black cock ready and waiting to stretch her pussy open. One of his dirty, grubby hands was around her throat. She had already swallowed the cum of one of them. But this was something else. She imagined him doing it. She imagined all of them doing it. Fucking her. Cumming on her. Cumming IN her. She envisioned surrendering herself to them completely, giving in and being a slut for dirty back alley bums that reeked of filth. Willingly allowing herself to get gangbanged by ugly unwashed beggars. It was so disgusting, so depraved. Beyond slutty. Beyond whorish. She'd be total gutter trash. Fucking homeless men? God, if her former sheltered self could see her now, she'd be totally appalled. Instead of turned on more than she'd ever been in her life. Fuck that girl, she thought. That girl never knew freedom. Spent her entire life locking away her desires and shunning them. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to feel big black and brown cocks inside of her pale white pussy. She wanted to get gangfucked by hobos. She needed it. Eyes heavy with lust, Emma nodded, and he released his grip on her neck. "Fuck me." The howl of unbridled joy that emanated from his girlfriend's lips when the black beggar impaled half of his fat dingy cock inside of her made Luke's prick twitch. A stream of precum squirted out from his tip and plopped onto the messy ground below. The bum fucked himself deeper and deeper into Emma with hard, angry thrusts, determined to sheath his entire broadsword into her tight warmth. There was something so cock-arching depraved about the scene: a homeless man with tattered clothes and a massive cock plowing back and forth into his girlfriend's cunt, Emma's white-knuckle grip on her rough fucker's shoulders, her eyes closed, mouth open, and face scrunched up in a mix of pain and pleasure, her thighs spread wide and legs hanging off the sides of the garbage can, and the bizarrely added erotic layer of her lace panties, caught and dangling off the heel of her expensive shoe. His girlfriend appeared positively whorish. He wanted to jerk off but worried that he'd cum after just two strokes. Emma grunted and rocked her hips in unison with her unhoused lover, the metal of the trashcan pressing against her ass. She marveled at her pussy, spread wider than it'd ever been before by the monstrous cock buried all the way deep inside. The sharp contrast of their skin made her so wet, which in turn made it easy for him to bottom out with every thrust into her well-lubricated hole. "Ungh! Ungh! Fuck me with your black dick." "You want it you little slut?" the beggar panted, his pungent breath right in her face, making her stomach turn and pussy drip. He rutted into her even more forcefully and reached up with his hand to grasp her jaw and shove two of his dirt-caked fingers into her open mouth. She closed her lips around the foul digits and gagged both from the taste and from him pushing them toward her throat. "Take my cock! Dirty white whore!" "Ah ah ah ah!" Emma stuttered, her voice reverberating from the homeless man's sudden jackhammer pace, his hips a blur, the clanging of metal at a nonstop rhythm. She could sense he was about to cum, that he was about to flood her fuckhole with his filthy homeless spunk and picturing it happening sent her barreling toward her third climax of the night. "Ooohhh ffuuuccckkk yyyeeessss!" Emma's orgasming pussy dragged the vagrant into bliss with it, providing him with sensations he hadn't felt in a long time. He punctuated each eruption of thick, gooey splooge into her fuck-tunnel with a fast, hard thrust, practically stabbing her cunt with his cock and making her yelp sharp cries of delight. Luke watched his girlfriend cum on the cock of a homeless street urchin. He never found her as hot as he did right then. It was so wrong, so depraved, but seeing his girlfriend—his beautiful, beyond sexy girlfriend—get fucked and spunked by a disgusting black bum, after swallowing the cum of another, and with more lined up to go, he almost came without even touching himself. As the guy that just emptied his fat black cock into her stepped away, Luke moved to take his place, hoping to quickly add his load to the mess inside of her instead of to the one on the alley floor. But another man rushed forward before he could, grabbing Emma by her gorgeous red locks and yanking her off the garbage can and onto her knees. Holding her up by the hair, he jacked his cock into her face. Emma was still a bit out of it, but the smell that assaulted her senses snapped her back into focus. Inches from her face was an uncircumcised brown cock, parts of it streaked with grime. The man it belonged to was somewhat revolting, with long stringy black hair and a tangled beard. Growing up, when Emma heard about friends that let their boyfriends cum on their face, she always found it appalling. Allowing yourself to serve the same purpose as a piece of Kleenex sounded so demeaning. When she got with Luke, she changed her mind, seeing it as something special you do with someone you cared about. An act of adoration. Now here was a complete stranger, an ugly homeless bum about to blast her face with cock cream. "Cover me with your Muslim spunk." His cock slit opened and pulsed again and again, vomiting thick and heavy dollops of yellow-tinged cum all over Emma's pretty features, landing on her forehead, cheeks, nose and lips. She squirmed and rolled her body, held up in his grasp. Every point of contact between her skin and his gooey jizz burned blazing fires of bliss down to her core. "Drown in it you freckle-faced cumrag!" As an added measure, he spit in her face as she wiped and spread the disgusting load across her face and down over her tits. Someone grabbed her and hauled her up. Eyes and mind swimming, she stumbled along, letting them guide her to a piece of stained cardboard before pushing her down to all fours on top of it. Emma moaned, and reached under herself to rub her clit and spread herself open. In an alley on a piece of cardboard. She couldn't take it. "Mmmm, fuck me! Use me! Stretch me with your black cocks. Pound me with your Muslim pricks." Someone shoved into her from behind, hips meeting ass in one smooth thrust. Emma's pussy tremored around him. "Yes! Ungh! Treat me like a cocksleeve, a cum dumpster." Two more cocks appeared near her face, a black one and a brown one. She reached up and grabbed one in each hand. "Make me your homeless bitch whore!" Things became a blur for her after that. The man fucking her from behind added his load to her well-used cunt and one of the men in her hands took his place, easily slipping into her. She engulfed the other guy's cock into her mouth, wildly pistoning her head onto him, taking his long shaft down her throat, gagging and slurping, slobber running down her chin as she fucked her own face. Her head held against him, her nose buried in his foul forest of pubes, thin neck bulging, he fired his cum into her while her stomach tensed and released in disgust and her pussy creamed itself in satisfaction. Another man sank into her and then pulled her down on top of him so she rode him reverse cowgirl. Emma grunted and bit her lip, the new position requiring her to bounce up and down on him, her thighs pumping, muscles flexing. Her short stature made it easy for a taller man to saddle right up to her face, his absurdly long cock at the exact right height. He angled it down and Emma opened up and took him deep, a perfect hole straight down that she filled like a sword swallower. Emma looked like she was impaled by prick from pussy to mouth, a cock plunging in one end and back out the other and then back the other way. When the one in her mouth came, he near sat on her face, squatting down to bury himself fully and emptying himself down the drain of Emma's gullet. They flipped her over and unable to take anymore, Luke bolted toward her. His girlfriend was on her back while a homeless man humped away between her spread legs, his body lying on top of hers, ass bouncing up and down, pounding Emma into the pavement. She wrapped her arms around him like two lovers until he fucked into her one more time and then came. Luke waited anxiously until he pulled out. In the seconds between him leaving and another man slipping his fat black dick inside of Emma's pussy, Luke barely touched himself and added a layer of his cum to Emma's face. She hardly seemed to notice, her small body sprawling itself out and her hands clutching at her breast and hair while the latest man knelt between her thighs and pumped himself in and out of her. Emma felt like she was experiencing one continuous orgasm. She screamed for them to "fuck me," "slap my slut face," and "choke me until I cum on your dick." They obliged her every request, the group of homeless vagrants indulging in ways they never got to, taking out pent up passions and sexual frustrations on Emma's beautiful body. They fucked her on all fours, on her back, on her side from behind while she frantically sucked a cock in front of her face. They called her name after name: cockhole, cumslut, fuck-bitch, gutter whore, their little white cum bank. It all kept her cumming, sucking, and fucking, her debasement gasoline for the fire inside of her. A fire that only homeless cum could douse. Some time later, Emma lay on her back catching her breath, her chest rising and falling in slow and controlled movements. The homeless men had all gone, leaving their spunk filled up inside of her and splattered onto her. Dirt and grime streaked parts of her pale skin. Her hair was a bit of a mess, strands of it caked and wet. Her eyes were hazy, but she could see her boyfriend standing above her, desperately beating himself off. Luke stared down at his girlfriend. He'd been stroking himself for the last couple minutes, Emma recovering below him on the cardboard after servicing all of the men living in the alley, a few of them twice over. He wanted to cum one last time and there was something so perfect to him about ending it by jacking off onto her while she lay there, about spilling his load on her like she was just a discarded used up cumrag lying on the floor. Emma didn't move, didn't say anything, just kept eye contact with him, until with a shudder and a grunt he came, raining droplets of cum onto her body, spattering her breasts and stomach with one last load of jizz. "We—we should probably get home," he said, buckling his pants back up. Emma nodded up at him and he helped her off the ground. They grabbed her puddle-soaked dress and she slipped it back over her head, the wet, ruined garment cold against her skin. Her panties were long gone but she didn't mind. She gazed up at her boyfriend, a dreamy look in her eyes. "When we get back, I want you to fuck me in the shower until I pass out from cumming." Luke smiled and they walked out of the alley together.

Hi, I'm Alicia, and this is my story about being trained in the art of submission. My Mistress, Autumn, has been my best friend for years. We met at a lesbian bar in San Francisco; she was with her then-girlfriend, a cute Japanese immigrant named Sakura. I was a shy college freshman, I'd just escaped from my conservative, homophobic parents in Kansas. I remember when I first heard Sakura call Autumn "Mistress". I was startled and slightly horrified, being a sheltered little girl who'd only just lost my virginity. Mistress Autumn had laughed, explaining the whole thing to me. Sakura and Mistress Autumn eventually broke up, and Autumn and I became best girlfriends, always hanging out, bitching about our respective girlfriends. To be honest, if we hadn't been lesbian, we would just be like any other girl. Six months ago, I'd just broken up with my girlfriend. I came crying to Mistress Autumn, and she held me tight, comforting me. "But why did you two break up, sweetheart?", she'd asked. "Well," I'd said, tears in my eyes, "I wanted things she... didn't..." I was too embarrassed to tell the whole story. Truth was, I'd asked my ex to dominate me, and she'd been disgusted. After Mistress Autumn had begged me to tell more, it finally came out, the whole thing. And then she gave me The Offer: "Well, Alicia, if you want to, I could, um, be your domme. I have experience with training new subs, so..." My eyes widening, I asked: "So we'd be, like, fuckbuddies, then?" "Pretty much, yeah." She grinned. And well, now we're here, perfectly comfortable in our friendly D/s power exchange relationship. I should probably tell you readers more about us, though. Mistress is a tall, beautiful woman. Her skin is the colour of dark chocolate, she's wonderfully curvy, and she has nice D-cup breasts. She wears her thick, curly hair in braids, not bothering to straighten it, unlike lots of black women I know. She tends to wear masculine clothing; fitted dress shirts, ties, suit pants, horn- rimmed glasses. She also likes corsets and boots, though - in the bedroom. Me, I guess I'm more of a tomboy femme. I'm pretty short, and I wear my reddish-blonde hair in a bob cut. I have small, firm boobs, and I tend towards wearing stuff like ripped jeans and punk T-shirts. When I'm with Mistress, though, she likes me to wear slutty clothes like mini-skirts and stilettos - and I'm happy to oblige her. I love being sexy and feminine for my Mistress. The one rule Mistress first introduced me to was; "Sluts don't wear panties". And since I was going to be her submissive pussyslut, I wasn't allowed to wear them. I could wear a corset or a push-up bra, but other than that, no underwear, unless Mistress specifically requested that I wore a pair of panties. I felt so incredibly slutty and exposed the first time I went outside without panties. To prepare me for the humiliation I was about to recieve, I was wearing slutty clothes - a miniskirt, a see-through, cut-off skirt, a lacy push-up bra, and high heels. I felt so exposed, especially when I was riding the train, and I felt a woman's lustful eyes on me. That day, when I got home to Mistress (we're living together, for the sake of convenience) I was so horny, so desperate to be touched, because my pussy had gotten so fucking wet. Mistress Autumn groped my pussy, feeling my juices. "You're such a bad, bad girl, Alicia.", she hissed. "Just going out without underwear makes your pretty little cunt all wet. I bet you wished for those women staring at your pussy to touch you." She slapped my ass. "But they can't. Your holes belong to me. I fucking own you, whore." And then she finger-fucked me furiously, giving me the release I'd been aching for. \---------------------------- _More sexiness in the next chapter!_

_I realize this is not a typical contribution. I soul-searched a lot before I decided to go ahead and enter this into the contest. I think sometimes, we all need a little reminder that we are not alone. I hope this message brings you comfort and healing._ Sometimes I wish, for just one moment, that you could experience the world through my eyes and know that we are never truly alone. Our loved ones are still with us. So often they reach out to us with love, healing, understanding, comfort, answers, messages. Open your heart to the gifts of love they have to share. They're waiting for you to take notice. A touch, a song, a scent, a dream, a symbol, something you would recognize, something that represents them. We think our thoughts for a reason. "Why am I thinking about her?" "Why do I keep seeing butterflies everywhere?" "Why is his favorite song playing now?" The WHY of it is because they want you to know they are there. The more repetitive your thoughts, the harder they are trying to get through to you. You are not crazy, you are not making it up. It isn't just "in your head." When a connection is made often people lock themselves into the kind of "visit" or "message" we are expecting from our loved ones. A certain song for instance or a memory that we hold dear, isn't necessarily the memory foremost in their mind. Or maybe they didn't remember that particular event the way you did. Try not to let your hopes cloud or even block the message they have to share with you. Lately, people have been coming to me asking questions like, "How can I stop this pain?" "When will I be able to move on?" "Why me?" "Why is life so unfair?" "Why can't I feel them anymore?" "Why have they abandoned me?" I'd like to address this, as well. If you have felt their presence with you and all of a sudden stop feeling them, don't panic. It does not mean they have left your side for good. Maybe, they have other people to visit and other things to do. Sometimes, they are doing this to help us learn to cope or to let go. This does not mean they are gone forever. They are always watching over us. They are not abandoning you, although it may feel that way at times. Talk to them, they do hear you and they sometimes even answer back! We can become so dependent on signs and messages, that we become ungrounded and have a hard time living in the here and now. For a time our grief can take a back seat. Of course we are sad and our hearts are burdened, but when our loved one is a constant presence in the beginning, it can delay the grief process. We need to honor our emotions, honor the process, let the tears fall, the anger out, do what you have to do to get through. Grieving is universal, yet an extremely personal process. Respect and let others grieve the way that they need to for themselves. It is true that we are the ones left behind, to pick up the pieces, to learn to move forward in our lives. Our loves ones are at peace or finding peace. They wish to help us find our own peace among the sorrow and pain and turmoil. Allow their healing influence into your life. This time of year is especially difficult for many people. Holidays, family and friend together times. These times bring up memories of the past, memories of those who have gone on before us. Not only good memories come up, but so do the bad ones we'd rather forget. I am sending out waves of love and healing for those missing their loved ones right now. Let those feelings flow, but remember the happy times and be comforted by the memories. Healing sometimes takes place subtly and slowly and sometimes it seems we are stuck and backslide, going backwards instead of forwards. Honor the grief process. It is unique to each person. There is NO set time frame! This is a difficult time of year for me, not only missing my own loved ones, (first year without my Grammy) but feeling the emotions of everyone else. Spirits AND energy are abundant and just a trip to the grocery store can leave me feeling overwhelmed. It's OK to say NO, it's OK to buffer yourself from other people's "stuff." Sometimes, you have to know when to take care of yourself and protect yourself from what others are emitting around you. Take a breather, take a step outside, or a break. Refocus your attention, shield yourself, ground yourself (drink some water, eat some food), and ask assistance of the angels, your guides, God, universe, who/whatever it is you believe in: to help keep your space tranquil and keep you calm. Not only is it feelings over missing loved ones, but all the other things that people reflect upon towards the end of the year and feelings that go with them. The positives and the negatives. I've distanced myself from social networking, trying a bit of self preservation. Listen to your intuition, obey your gut feelings - these inner urgings have knowledge for you to keep you safe and yours safe, protected, and loved. Your loved ones want you to know they are ever by your side, even if you don't believe it or can't seem to grasp that. Feel the gentle brush of energy, hear the music, see the signs, open your heart to their love and comfort. Be aware, be alert, be open! And please, if you have any experiences along these lines, or were given comfort from an unusual source or situation: PLEASE SHARE! _Happy Holidays to One and All. May you have gratitude and find contentment in what you do have, but not stop believing in the magic of possibilities (including love)!_

I closed my eyes. I knew what I wanted to say, but was unsure I could get the words out. The silence on the other end of the phone began to become chilling. Finally, incredibly patronizing, "You wanted to make another tape of me dominating the hell out of you, didn't you Steven!" "Well, I..." my face grew red, my pride pretty much shot, dying to give in to relinquish any sense of self I had left, longing to get what I needed - the chance for full release, to admit all. "Steven, we've become pretty good friends..." "I know, that is what makes it more awkward." "Why? You don't want your friend to fuck you up the ass." "No, I do. It's just that I...it seems odd, almost a betrayal to you." "What if I told you, I still wanted to fuck you and use you for the slut I know you would be for me." "I..." I could not breath, my cock was pushing hard against me denim jeans, straining upward. "Tell me!" Michelle whispered, "You know you want to. You cannot help yourself, can you?" She paused; as usual, she was right on in continuing, "That is what galls you isn't it? You feel the need to be taken. It makes you feel weak or wrong, but in the end you cannot escape the feelings that I helped grow in you, the desires I let build. You need me to want to use you, don't you." I was not afraid, even then. I knew she was a good person, but part of me wanted her to be bad, not so much to possess me...well maybe...but more to...to absolve me? I wanted not to care what she thought of me, not to care about what I thought. The reality was that I had thought about giving myself over to someone before her. Even the thought of being used or fucked, even humiliated, by another, had been arousing before Michelle, but discussions with her had made those sentiments conscious, had honed them to the point of need. I was losing control. I knew that I wanted Michelle to follow one of our scripts, to make me admit all of the intimate desires that I had accumulated. To force me to repeat myself and describe the arousal I felt contemplating her cock, its domination of me, her whimsical governing of me. Her cutting me short when I sought to avoid spelling out specifics and her threatening to involve others by taping our conversation or putting me on the phone with friends of hers. Still, in that case I felt like the user and that kept me away, kept me from pushing the issue. It was something she had to want, not that I could even ask for it -- though it might be freely given. But, again, I was getting weaker, my will fading as I heard her voice in my head again - giggling awkwardly, recognizing her innate power in the rapport, unsure of her feelings as to my discomfort, then deciding and demanding, "Tell me what you want! I know what it is, but I want to hear you say it." "How do you know?" I retort trying to draw back, still feeling awkward, feeling as I had foisted an uncomfortable situation on Michelle; Michelle who was a great woman, caring and sweet, hating the fact that she aroused such arousal in me, but somehow (maybe hypocritically enjoying that as well). It had to be her role too; I knew that. "Isn't obvious," she half sneered half sighed. "I see what you mean, I am sorry. I am silly," I admitted. "That's only the half of it," Michelle properly retorted, but I am glad you called, even if only so I could make fun of your basketball team, doormat boy." "Ouch, that's kind of tough." The Knicks weren't the team they used to be and the Spurs just seemed to get better. "Truth hurts darling." "Ok, want a little wager. No that's dumb, I would just be begging to lose. Unless we went two for one?" "I'll think about it and let you know." "Fair enough...and Michelle, I am sorry." "It's cool. Maybe one day I'll be up that way and actually make you do some of that stuff." "Can't wait." "Be careful Steven," she laughed again. Maybe that is what pushed her. I don't know. Possibly, the idea of actually going out on a limb, doing something that was actually out of character, something free, full of expression and craziness. She still recalled their first awkward conversation, knowing that only my heart was beating faster then hers, the stilted words, the suspension of disbelief, the otherworldliness as well as the palpable breathlessness and desire in their tones. Maybe...I don't know...perhaps she won't let me know, that is her prerogative. The day was crazy. My boss was yelling. Deadlines loomed; my office seemed like one unending stack of paper. I had just finished the last document due on that date, stamped the 14th on it and sealed the envelope. I turned to tomorrow's beast that was virtually tottering on itself, like the turkey in A Christmas Carol that could never have supported its own weight. My cell rang shrilly behind me. It always rang when it was charging even if it was set on mute; I never understood that. The sound was annoying, and I grabbed for the phone to stifle the noise not wanting call undue attention to it. "Hello." Silence. "Hello." I was about to hang up, when I heard Michelle state, "I have thought about this quite a bit. There will be five parts." "What parts..." "Don't talk! At least, not yet. Today is the first one. Put on your coat and go outside. This is a one time opportunity, as each of the parts will be. Don't make me wait." "It's 3 pm. Are you serious?" "Steven!" I broke, "Yes, Michelle." "Where are you going?" the office manager demanded as I headed for the door. "I just have to go out for a little bit." "Well, when will you be back." "Shortly." I had not know what else to say. I almost did not get out those words, as Michelle asked if I need her to call back at tell my manager that I was going out to by some panties so a looked the part when I got fucked up the ass. "You wouldn't." I said believing it. "Oh really..." she let that hang, "maybe not." "So where is the nearest lingerie store?" "There is a Victoria's Secret about a mile away." "Perfect, that will give us some time to talk on the way." "So what do you want to buy from Victoria's Secret, Steven," she almost sneered as I reached the sidewalk. "Whatever you tell me to Mistress," trying to grasp what I was actually doing out of work at that time of day, apparently going to by lingerie in public for myself, but jumping into our former play-roles. "I am not your mistress yet. You will have to demonstrate that. I want to know what you have thought about wearing and what you want to buy for yourself." "That is really two different questions isn't it?" "This is not your game. I thought you understood that. This is your warning." The phone went dead. Now it was my turn to put up or shut up. This was my one opportunity. Even as I told myself that, categorized the situation as an opportunity, I knew I had to play it out, just like I had to dial back the caller id several years before (wow - years). "Michelle?" "Yes." still frosty. "I would like to wear a thong with a full front." Still nothing. "Please come to Victoria's Secret and help me pick out the right thing for me to wear. I have thought about a pink or white lace front." "Better. Now you sound like the slut you are." "I would be for you." "You are with or without me, but now I have decided to take advantage of it. What else have you thought of using to dress up, Steven." purposefully saying my name more clearly. There seemed to be a lull in the traffic and I thought that her end of the line was not as clear as it had been before. "Stockings." "Really?" "Yes, Michelle." "Good, anything else." "I have thought about getting completely dressed up, with a dress and wig, and I think it would be neat if I had a better build for it, but I am not that dainty." "So you want to get dressed up, but you don't think you could pass as a real woman." "Probably, not." "Maybe, I'll just have you try and give you cocks to suck from guys who don't care. Wait, what am I saying, you did not say that you've thought about sucking a cock, or that you want to have you." "No Michelle, but..." "But what?" "I have." Exasperated, "You have what?" "I have thought about sucking your cock." "Really? Say that again." "I have thought about sucking your cock and the thought of you making me turns me on." "Louder slut." "I have thought about what your cock would feel like and the thought of you making me suck a dick while you looked down at me turns me on." "I like that, you really could be a slut." "I am for you." "I know. Tell me, Steven, what else have you thought about me doing with my cock?" "Fucking me." "Well aren't we the brazen one. Fucking you where, Steven?" "I have thought of you fucking me up the ass with your hard cock, Michelle." Our banter was still almost routine, except I was walking down the middle of the sidewalk heading for a lingerie store during mid-day. "And does the though of me pushing you on all fours and slide my cock into you get you hard? Knowing it turns me on to take you?" "Yes." "Probably hard enough to cum, no?" "Yes." "So what would you do for me, for me to allow you to cum. You know that is my decision, don't you?" "Yes, Michelle." "Why?" "Because, you are calling the shots." Silence. "Because my cock is yours..." "Better, prove it!...I am waiting." "And do not give me any of that 'Whatever you want crap' I want you to tell me what you would do." "Aside from dressing up and letting you fuck me." "You are not letting me, I am indulging your fantasy, you slut, I will enjoy it no doubt, but do not forget who has the cock now. Besides, you want to be fucked. You have already admitted it. Tell me something new!" "I..." "Tell me!" "I would get on my back and have you fuck me so that when I looked up at you I would see the head of my...I mean your...hard cock waiting to shoot on my face." Silence, I could almost hear her foot tapping getting impatient as my heart beat faster still cognizant of the unfamiliar whirring on the line. "I would beg to have you shoot your load of cum on my face and in my mouth as you fucked me, hopefully you getting off at the same time." "So you want a hot load of cum sprayed over your face, do you Steven?" "Yes, I would take a load of cum on my face for you." "That is not what I asked, is it? You are really pushing me, do you want me to take you shopping or not, slut?" "Yes, please. I..." "I am not sure that I want to waste my time. You probably will welch out anyway, won't even go in much less make a purchase or do anything else I tell you to. You are to much of a sissy to even do that much to please me." I was done. She had me from all sides. If I backed down, I was not gutsy enough to go through with it, did not want to please her and was letting my one chance slip away. "Michelle, I am sorry that I hesitated. You are right, I..." Her laugh again, I knew this time she was actively enjoying my submission, my discomfort in letting myself go. "I have thought about being cum on and feeling a hot load of cum spray across my face, even going into my mouth, and the thought of that has turned me on, is turning me on right now. The though of you pushing into me, getting turned on by that motion and seeing "your" hard cock above me as you grasp my hips and look down at me telling me to jack-off does turn me on." "So you want to get fucked, get cum on and swallow cum is that right Steven." "Yes." "Yes, what?" "I want to be your cum slut, Michelle." I hoped this was not being recorded as other conversations had been, even though I was increasingly sure and discomfitted by the thought that it probably was for some later use by Michelle. "Now Steven, do not tell me anything you do not mean. Is that really what you want. Speak clearly." she admonished. "Yes, Michelle. It would turn me on for you to dress me up and fuck me with your hard cock. Feeling you get turned on as you make beg to cum on my face and swallow cum for you." "Better. Now let's go shopping. Don't wimp out; it won't hurt...much." The laugh...

_I'm entering this in the 2019 Valentine's Day contest; I hope you enjoy it. In the grand scheme of my stories, it happens sometime after the events in "Lucas and the Library Girl," though as with most of my stories this one stands alone._ _Make sure you read all the great Valentine's entries and vote on your favorites!_ * * * I came volcanically, my teeth clenched tight enough to make my jaw ache, my whole body tingling with the power of the hormones pumping through my body like the hot water pumping onto my back. The shower was on full blast, obliviously rinsing my already-rinsed hair while I paid no attention to the water bill or the overtaxed water heater or the dents my hands were wearing into yet another bar of soap. This one was a spoon-shaped sliver already, worn down by more than the normal wear and tear, its lifespan probably shortened considerably by the number of times I'd used it to get myself off. Trembling, I looked down at it, worn and rolled now where I'd used it to press right above my clit while my fingers were busy just inside my lips, ignoring the cataract channeling between my tits and down my belly, only to be stymied by my bush; the water wasn't something I was paying attention to during my showers these days. No, I was here for the soap, all finger-grooved and slick and shiny, like my pussy. And there, scraggled on the surface of the bar, was a single black pubic hair, kinked and stark against the white. It lay there while I shivered, coming slowly down from the orgasmic high, the fingers of my other hand still stroking gently at my slit. _Jesus Christ_ , I gasped to myself. This one had been a killer. They were getting more and more intense, these shower cums. And it was only a matter of time before I blacked out during one of them, before my knees gave way and dumped me with an ignominious squawk onto the floor of the bathtub. Before I cracked my head open against the faucet, or broke an arm or something. But good lord, it'd be worth it. I shook my hair out down my back and sighed, licking absently at my wrinkled fingers; one hand would taste like soap, the other like pussy. I'd never minded tasting myself, fortunately, and I kept on staring down at that single perfect pubic hair as I sucked off the last of my orgasm. Then, just as the water started to go cool, I scraped my finger across the face of the bar of soap. It took me a couple tries this time to get the black coil free, digging a trench deep into the face of the soap, but eventually I had the hair before my face, looped over the end of my fingernail, and I shivered one more time. It wasn't the water temp. I drew my finger across my bush, my new secret habit, peering down to admire the black squiggle in among my own auburn hair. I smiled to myself, loving how it looked, and then I groped behind me for the faucet and let the water come to its stop. * * * Another bleak winter day, and it was nice to have a dog around again. To me, that was the whole point of this arrangement anyway. There's just something about sitting on your couch reading a book with a dog in your lap that transcends anything. Really, it's the best thing the world has to offer. And Jersey McGoo the Lazy Lab was ideal for that kind of work. He was a goddamn living blanket. "Wait," I told him, rolling him sideways so that I could tuck my feet underneath him, curling my heels up against my ass. And he just stared up at me with those liquid-chocolate eyes and let me mold him around my body, and then? Bliss. The shower down the hall stopped with the usual rattle of pipes in the walls. Ah. Lucas was done. He'd be shoving the glass door aside now, leaning his dripping naked body out to grab the towel before drying off in the tub. I smiled, thinking of him. I knew he had a job interview today. "Hey, Bev." He came out from the bathroom hall with his usual quiet confidence, glancing at the dog and I with a smile. He winked. "I leave you in his capable hands." I laughed over at him, then glanced back at the dog. "Paws." I leaned in and let my smile touch the lab's nose, at which point his flat sandy tongue found my lips with his usual warm, chamois-rag swipe. We both laughed. "Go, and good luck," I told Lucas as he headed for the front door. "If I have to cuddle up on the couch with anything, I guess there's worse than Jersey." He grinned back, the sun strong on the side of his face, then slipped from the house with another wink. I sighed happily. Such a great guy. Other than an unfortunate predilection to avoid doing his dishes, he had so few flaws. Made me wonder about the shrill phone calls on Friday nights. Whatever. With a decisive shake of my head and a gnawing emptiness in my pussy, I rolled Jersey McGoo to the side, jamming him against the back cushions. He didn't seem to notice. I got up and stretched high, feeling the long sleeping shirt against my body, smiling devilishly. I had a shower to take. * * * I lay that night in the wet spot, staring at the ceiling while he panted beside me, wondering why I hadn't been able to cum. Christ, he'd been fucking me so hard, with those jackhammer thrusts of his that used to leave me shrieking in the moment and sore the next day. The wait staff had always been able to tell, I was convinced, when I'd gotten laid the night before; I usually avoided letting my thighs touch, on account of the chafing from the friction. Tonight had been no different, the two of us devouring each other head to toe, those endless tickly little explorations we'd always done as foreplay getting me all drooly between my legs, his own excitement leaving a pearly trail of precum across my body as he dragged his cock over my flesh. I'd reached for him, convulsively, grappling for his body with my eyes closed, digging my nails into whatever part of him I could find, until I'd finally given a throaty grunt of triumph as my hand closed around his dick. I'd pulled him on top of me, my legs jacked impossibly wide, totally open for him, and I'd smelled the toothpaste from above me as he'd held himself there chuckling while I continued the play, pulling his wide, fat head against my pussy, coaxing myself open and teasing him, too; his gasps into my face told me how badly he wanted to lose control, to drive his ass down and his cock into me, to claim my body as he had for years. But no; I was enjoying the tease too much, loving my control and knowing it was about to end, already tasting the moment where I'd give all that control up to him, to his stringy driving thighs and his wildly rocking hips and the filling sensation of his cock nudging against the back of my pussy, dragging itself out against my clit again and again; he'd always known how to make me cum. And I'd been on my way that night, too, well into it, the breath shivering out of me in deep, harsh gusts as I tried to talk dirty into his ear: "Yeah, baby. Fuck this pussy. I want all your cum, you fucking beautiful bastard. Cum in me." He'd always loved that, letting the words drive him further and faster as my nails dug into his back and his sweat dripped onto my forehead, and he'd started gibbering with his eyes wide and I'd felt my body move higher, higher toward oblivion... But then he'd cum, hilting himself into me with that final definitive shudder, his cock pulsing inside me like a living thing, the toothpaste filling my nose with his gusting breath while I grappled his ass and hung on tight, waiting, waiting for my own orgasm. And waiting. And waiting. Why couldn't I cum from sex anymore? But then I thought about my shower, and the black pube I'd ground carefully into my bush at the end of it, and I thought I knew why. * * * Jersey flopped to his feet one night as I dragged myself back home. I was late; one of the fucking newbies had screwed up the tip system again, and the numbers hadn't matched, and of course that meant I had to stay until I could make them match, so everyone was fast asleep when I got back. God bless that husband of mine; he'd waited up as long as he could, the TV still talking to his sleeping face while he lolled across the couch, but it wasn't him that came to greet me at the door. "Hi, pup," I smiled wearily, trailing my fingers across Jersey's nose; poor bastard must be totally confused at what he smelled there. The remains of a restaurant shift had to be an olfactory assault for the poor doggie, no matter how many times I washed my hands. I listened to the house, hearing nothing from the other rooms, and sighed. "Lucas couldn't wait up, could he? Just you." I pondered the man on the couch, then nudged Jersey aside as I kicked off my shoes and went to get my husband to go to bed with me. * * * Next day was midwinter cold and bright, another morning spent plugging away at my online masters' course with the labrador's head in my lap and the old house creaking around me. Lucas made his usual appearance just before lunch; he had another interview, but not until later. He poked his head around the corner. "Shower's free, Bev." "Cool," I'd smiled back up at him. "I'll head in in a few minutes." I caught an arched eyebrow. "What? You saying I stink?" "Never," he smirked. "I know better." "Good," I humphed, mock-annoyed, thinking about those Friday night phone calls. "You were late last night," he added, just making conversation now, that stringy body of his leaning against the pass-through. "I heard you come in." "Bullshit. You were sound asleep," I giggled, stretching again; I wondered whether he could see my nipples through the t-shirt, then decided he definitely could. "All I had was the faithful Jersey McGoo," I pouted. "Ah, come on." He was grinning now. "He just hangs out with you because you feed him." "So what's your excuse?" God, I loved teasing him. He liked it too. I forced myself not to look down at the front of his jeans. "Is it because I feed you too?" "Sure. Stop cooking and see how long I stick around." He nodded and went back into the hallway, and I sighed with one hand on the dog's snout and the other resting against my laptop and decided maybe it was shower time, after all. I whistled loudly as I strolled down the hall in my shirt and yesterday's yoga pants, already feeling my body warming, readying; I had no doubt I was already soaking my thong. Funny; I used to go without, in yoga pants, but lately I was finding I needed the absorption. Behind me I heard Jersey rolling off the couch, shaking himself lazily out so that he could go find Lucas. Damn dog needed his humans as badly as we needed him. I smiled at the thought while I shoveled a clean thong, shirt, and flannel pair of pajama bottoms out of my bureau. I kicked the bathroom door closed behind me; in a house of this vintage, it just wedged itself closed in the jamb, sticking there, which was no problem because the doorknob didn't work anyway. Ahh, old houses. I gave it an extra shove, gently, mostly because Jersey had walked in on me once while I was showering, letting in a gust of cold air that had pulled goosebumps from my arms as I rinsed. He'd squatted there on his haunches with his tongue out when I'd opened the sliding door, his head cocked sideways, wondering why I was wet and naked and yelling at him. The shower came shuddering on, the February sun blazing through the big window by the pedestal sink, and the sound of the water hitting the enamel of the old cast-iron tub already had me sighing. I did love a shower; the beat of the hot water, the sinuses unclenching in the steam; it was all so exhilarating, even without an orgasm. Though, like most things, it was a lot better when I came. I stripped quickly, conscious of myself in the mirror on the other wall: I wasn't bad, I kept telling myself, for a woman of thirty-four, with fourteen years of hotfooted restaurant service on my thighs. I was fortunate to work in a relative craphole; I wasn't tempted by the food we served, not anymore. The new chef loved salt a little too much, and all the food tasted like licking the sand at Seaborne Beach at low tide. Yep, I decided, staring at my naked body in the mirror: old girl's still got it. Nice legs, an okay abdomen, tits still holding up well. No ass, but there was nothing new there; I had years of experience in coping with my flat butt. Overall? There was a good reason why my husband loved to fuck me. More than one good reason, too. Hell, I decided, a smirk curling my lip, I'd fuck me too. In fact, I already was; my hand was cupping my pussy as I stepped high to get into the steamy shower, feeling the hot flutter down there; as I always did, I waited until I'd gotten my hair all shiny-wet before I checked the bar of soap. Success! I grinned at myself, the water already weighing my eyelashes down. Lucas had left me two pubes today. I was obsessed these days, and I was smart enough to know that was probably an unhealthy thing; that I should wait and cum during sex. But I just couldn't. My fingers were already teasing at the top of my vagina as I reached my other hand out for the bar of soap, grasping it; it thrilled me when I realized it was still slick, still wet from soaping his nude body, and that thought alone pulled the first faint, quavering spasm from my labia. I heard myself sigh, moving the soap to my body; Jesus Christ. It was amazing to think that smooth little white sliver had just a few minutes before been laving Lucas' balls, bubbling merrily along his cock. He'd glided it across the lower part of his belly, that part on a man that I love like no other, the sensitive warm flesh between his belly button and the root of his cock. I knew how to make a man squirm, playing down there. I shivered, something like an electric shock buzzing me when I brought the hairy soap to my cunt. I imagined it running over his scrotum, his own eyes closing in the steam; every man loves his balls being fondled, even if he's the one doing it. Even by a bar of soap. It was on me now, that same soap, sliding slowly along my pussy lips, alternating in time with my other hand tickling along the edge of my slit. I had myself bow-legged, squatting slightly, my quads easing my body up and down, up and down, slowly at this point while I got into it. But fuck me, I already _was_ into it. I'd been into it since I'd heard Lucas turn the water off. My body was humming, my brain was going that soft and remote way, my skin tingling with a heat that had nothing to do with the water temperature. My mind was shouting out the equation: _his cock had touched the soap; the soap was touching my pussy; his cock was touching my pussy,_ running all over it, rhythmic swipes now along my inner thighs with the soap while my fingers took on slit duty, pinching gently but persistently at myself, persuading that tiny clit of mine to come out and play. His pubes, brushing my skin... not in fantasy, but for real... And that thought brought me into a higher orbit. I heard my strangled gasp, felt my chest heave out its breath, and my finger got busier. I was rolling my hips now, my knees bending further. Some days I perched a foot on the rim of the tub, but today there was no time for that shit: I was already well on my way, my skin turning red and blotchy, the water running unheeded down my back and sluicing through the crack of my ass. I was panting now; I could hear it even through the fog in my brain, and goddamn I hoped I wouldn't scream his name. That was the last thing I needed. Things were speeding up now, the steam rising all around me. My fingers were vicious along my lips, digging deviously up behind my clit, and suddenly it was time: the soap came up slickly, my eyes wide open to catch the black against the white, past my burrowing fingers and up to the top of my cunt, pushing hard there, applying the pressure I needed... needed... Holy motherfucker. Pushed from both sides, my clit screamed: I felt my legs shake, nearly buckling, and suddenly my breath was whistling out in harsh, grunting gasps, snot flying out unnoticed, my eyes shut tight now, and there it was. Heaven. The bliss smacked me like a tornado on an Oklahoma street, whirling me up out of myself, taking my brain far away while my pussy stayed anchored to my fingers and the awesome power of his hair on the soap. I staggered, my foot launching out to catch me when I stumbled and when I shot a hand out to steady myself it wasn't the one with the soap; no way in hell I was letting go of that, clasping his hair to my body, still quaking as my reddened brain ran slowly down. I felt the water mixing, now, with sweat and tears on my face, and a last shaky gust of breath finally brought me back down. Holy shit. It was getting more and more intense by the day, and I clawed once more at the bar of soap, collecting my prize, smearing those two vibrant pubes right up against my outer lips this time, getting them nice and tangled. I stood then, satisfied again, putting the depilated soap back in the dish; I didn't need it anymore. I grabbed the body wash, shook the water out of my eyes, and got on with my shower. * * * February groaned on; the weather bitches on TV kept saying the days were getting warmer, but I didn't believe them. Walking to my car after closing still felt like I should be able to look up and see the northern lights, because it couldn't possibly be any colder in fucking Finland or wherever. I lay tense one night, with him nibbling idly at one of my nipples after he'd fucked me again, once more with that delicious soreness in my thighs and that vague emptiness in my cunt. "We doing dinner again? On Tuesday?" he asked me drowsily, his breath hot against my tit, and I had to suppress a shudder. "Out? Maybe not this year, hon," I sighed. I'd been doing an awful lot of hours lately, and the idea of sitting in a restaurant, any restaurant, even as a customer, struck me as faintly perverse. Besides, it can be hard for restaurant people to eat out around a big holiday like Valentine's. We know all the tricks and shortcuts the cooks do to move the product. The actual holiday was Wednesday, but since I'm always working Valentine's dinner, we usually celebrated the night before. "Well," he murmured, trailing a finger down my belly, "I'm sure _I'll_ be eating out..." He pushed the finger straight up into me, into the soup he'd left inside me, and I moaned as expected. It didn't feel good, really, but it was dirty. And I loved dirty. "Actually, we should raincheck it til Thursday anyway," he went on, wiping his finger off in my muff. It was one thing I never had understood about him: the idea of tasting his own semen seemed to leave him squeamish. I couldn't see the problem, but then I'd been drinking his cum since we'd been in college. "I've got to chaperone the dance this year." "Ah." I shook my head. "No pay, of course." "They feed us." I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself. His school had its dances catered by The Bentley, one of our competitors. I knew how they did _their_ shortcuts, too. I ran my hand through his hair, auburn like mine. It hadn't surprised anyone when they'd heard we were dating, back in the day. There'd been unkind jokes about gingers and inbreeding. "What?" "Nothing, hon." He was starting to calm down now. "So," I teased, "I'm just supposed to spend the most romantic day of the year with your buddy Lucas?" The idea thrilled me more than I cared to admit, especially to my husband. "He'll still be here then. Even if he finds a job, like, tomorrow, he won't be able to move out right away." "I know, Bev, and I'm sorry." Lucas moving in with us had been a very temporary thing; we only had the one bathroom and I was giving up my craft space so he could sleep here. "He'll find something soon." He prodded once again at my vagina. "Besides, you won't be alone with Lucas," he pointed out, and I could already predict the punchline. "Jersey will be here, too." "Oh, great!" I mocked. I kneed him softly in the thigh. "I can enjoy a nice candlelight dinner with a fucking Labrador retriever." "Hey." He rolled off me, clearly done for the night. "You don't know. Jersey might be really good in bed." I hit him with my pillow. "What? I mean, he's a male dog..." "You're pathetic." I smiled despite myself. Jeff was awesome; I couldn't understand why he wasn't making me cum these days. Speaking of which. "I'll make Lucas cook for me. He can earn his keep finally. He just lays around doing jack-shit." Lies, of course; Lucas did a lot of the cooking. I could tell he was mortified to have to stay here, but I didn't mind. Apart from my naughty use of his soiled soap, I loved having a dog around the house again. It was the main reason I'd agreed to the whole thing. Jeff was looking at me with those eyes of his; I could tell, even in the dark. I sighed, knowing he could hear the smile in my voice when I spoke. "I love you, you dumbass." "I love you too, you dogfucker." And I meant it. But he still didn't make me cum that night, or any other night lately. * * * I hated breakfast shift. Hated it. The tips blow; the kind of people who go out for breakfast at our restaurant are the kind of people who've been going out for breakfast at our restaurant since 1978, and they still insist on tipping like it. And since I got a cut of the tips, I hated breakfast shift. It was also boring. The reordering, the recipes, the stocking, the smells: always the same. No surprises. Even the end of the shift, with all the line bitches prepping their mise for the other meals, was the same. Managing a restaurant is often a fun challenge, and a lot of the moments aren't dull: I've broken up many fights, dealt with the joys of having an employee quit, loudly, during service. A woman went into labor once at Table 12. I've caught people doing everything in our bathrooms, from lines of coke to bareback anal sex. I've seen marriage proposals and divorce proposals, and every one of them had something interesting I could add to my memory, to be trotted out later for admiring friends and loved ones. But that's the thing. None of those exciting little events -- not a damn one of them -- ever happened on the breakfast shift. So I was in a pissy mood when I got in. And, on top of it all, I was on my period that week. So when the phone rang at 8:30 on Friday night, it bleeped starkly into a living room where the three of us were sitting around quietly. I was doing my masters', Jeff was grading his students' math work, and Lucas was noodling around on his ukulele. We all swapped the same pained glance as the phone yelled at us. Fuck. "Well?" I demanded. Lucas was usually careful to not be at home when she called. "You going to answer that shit? You know it's for you." He just blinked at me, moon-faced, and in that second or two between the third ring and the fourth I saw something new in Lucas Sanders. He'd always seemed passive, distant: now? Now I saw a sort of reptile coldness in his eyes, even calculation. Like he knew he was a badass, and took pains to hide it. Like he could have anyone, any time. I'm sure it was the hormones that made me tingle in that moment. It had to be, right? And I wasn't really wet; no way. It had to be the fucking maxi-pad. I wanted to shudder, then perhaps rip my yoga pants off and jam myself with my thickest dildo until I screamed, but Jeff was sitting there watching me. And, you know, Lucas... I put on a scowl. "Pick it up, Lucas." He just stared, and as the next ring trailed off he grew, if anything, even more calculating, harsher perhaps. But the phone kept going; she never stopped until someone answered, even if the voicemail picked up in the interim. She'd just call again. I looked from him to Jeff, whose entire body posture screamed one thing: b _ros before hoes._ I gave my most exaggerated sigh, then threw my laptop to the couch beside me and stalked across the room to grab the phone. "Meredith," I bit out into the receiver, glaring down at Lucas. I was standing right over him now, wondering what he'd do if I shoved my pants down and grabbed my pussy right in his face. "He's here, and he's fine, but he's in the bathroom." We all listened after that, but only I heard the reply from the other end of the line. "No. He's not going to want to talk to you. Period, Meredith." I winced, then had to pull the phone away from my ear a tad; Meredith could be shrill. "Yes. That's what he's told me. On many occasions." A pause. "Yes. Of course we talk." Meredith wasn't pleased about that, but I wasn't having any. "No," I said to her, probably a lot louder than I needed to, "and you can just shut the hell up about _that_. I'm a married woman, so fuck off." I went to hang up, then brought the receiver back up to spit one last sentence. "And, again, stop calling us, Meredith." I slapped the phone down, resolving one more time to ditch the landline, and stuck my tongue out at Lucas. "Well," I simmered, "congratulations. She now thinks you and I are fucking." Okay, fine, maybe there was a bit too much drama in the way I flounced back to the couch and plopped my non-ass down onto the cushions. But I was sick of talking to her. "And next time," I said again, for at least, what, the fifth week? "Next time? You're picking up, Lucas." He just stared at me, his dog sitting at his feet. Never once had Lucas stopped strumming that fucking uke. * * * I was still keyed up a few days later, as Tuesday rolled around and I put in my last breakfast shift for, I hoped, awhile. I was pissy coming home, my pants stinking of coffee because that dumb junkie Karen had knocked a full carafe off the drip maker and onto my fucking shoe. I wondered, driving home, why I hadn't fired her immediately. Probably because she had a lot of regulars. Well, wearing push-up bras will do that for you, even if all her disciples were old drunks who only came in for the overpriced Denver omelette and stole the sugar packets. But they paid, and paid reliably, all thanks to Karen's cleavage. But that didn't help my mood any. So I plopped onto my couch, fired up the TV, and zoned out almost immediately. Lucas let a few minutes pass before I heard his door open down the hall; I didn't even have to look back to know he'd be standing there, staring at the back of my head while leaning against the pass-through. "Hi, Lucas," I sighed. "Hi yourself." Fuck me. His voice was that deep, syrupy drawl he'd always had; why did I find it so sexy? I got a tingle between my shoulderblades, a Pavlovian reaction to wanting him to come give me a backrub. "You smell like coffee." "No shit," I snorted. "You can guess how my morning went." He paused, his reply deliberate as always. "I can." I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and wondered whether I could possibly, in any universe, ask him to come rub my shoulders. They tingled at the thought. "Just relax. I'm cooking tonight." "Ah!" I felt a grin spreading over my face despite my bad attitude, and then wondered whether he could see it. "The big V-day dinner. Just you and me. Candles and wine?" "Only the best," he rumbled back, and I could visualize the shrug. I still hadn't turned around. "Mmm." I wondered how far I should go. "Whatever would my darling husband think?" "If it'll make him feel better," he went on gravely, "I'll just call a Chinese place." I burst out laughing, hating myself for responding to him, my face scarlet. "So romantic," I managed, still giggly, feeling like a tease. But I couldn't help myself. "We could play spin the bottle." "Ha." He was enjoying this; he had to be, but those flatly even tones of his made it hard to be sure. "With two? Not much suspense there, Bev." "Duh." I sighed, still smiling, my eyes staying shut. I wondered whether he was getting hard. "No. I'm sure it'll be delightful. You don't even have to get me flowers." "Good," he came right back, "because I wasn't planning on it." I heard a shuffle as he turned around to go back down the hall, then he added the afterthought. "I already showered." Fuck yeah. "Thank you. I need one." Hell fucking yes, I needed one. I needed a bar of soap. And goddamn if I didn't get one, in spades, the orgasm every bit as intense as they'd all been lately, me staring down at his hair tangled in mine as I got dressed afterward. * * * And, on top of that, the boy could cook. I shoved back a plate spattered with the wreckage of thinly-sliced beef roast, a daub of horseradish teetering dangerously off the edge beside the remains of the cheddar polenta. There was no trace, anymore, of the green beans, blanched, with plenty of pepper; I'd murdered those immediately. I smiled across at him. "Well! Happy Valentine's Day to you, too." I nodded at the plate. "Delicious, Lucas. Thanks." "It's the least I could do." He was in a black t-shirt with guitars on it. He'd gotten a haircut the other day; it looked good short. "You've been an amazing hostess. I'm sorry I've stayed this long." "I'm not," I volleyed right back, and then I blushed; my eyes took their sweet time rising back to his face. Goddamn wine. I tossed my head defiantly when I saw his eyes narrow. "What? You can cook. And Jersey is a trip. And... well, you're fun to have around." He cracked a smile, more of a smirk really; this was the same brutal, self- assured side of him I'd seen when I'd been on the phone on Friday. Dude knew exactly how sexy he was; he knew when he was wanted, I realized with a nervous stab straight to my pussy. I shuddered in my seat. "Fun," he mused, staring straight into my eyes; Jesus. What had happened to this guy to make him so sure of himself? So sure of me? I cleared my throat. "Fun." I said it firmly, and then I poured the rest of the wine into both our glasses. He watched his fill, those eyes warm and dark. I debated about my phrasing before I opened my mouth this time, wondering how much I should say. How oblique I should be. "It's nice to have another guy around to look at, too." I hoped I'd pitched my voice with the right kind of jokey familiarity; I was going for flirty, not eager. I gestured around the room. "It's useful to have an alternate when Jeff is chaperoning dances and shit." He laughed, nodding, and sipped at his wine. "You like showering after me too, I've noticed." "What?" I knew I was immediately pale, immediately shaken, and suddenly _flirty_ was off the table; so was _eager_. No, more like _desperate_. He was still nodding. "It's hard not to notice." He sighed, then reached into his back pocket to bring out a small red envelope. "I've known for awhile," he went on quietly, and then he was sliding the envelope across to me between my serving dishes. The ones I'd gotten as wedding presents. "It's okay," he soothed me; I could only imagine my face, staring at the envelope. "Just a Valentine. Open it up." I made myself still my hand as my fingers went for the little red rectangle. "Something to remember me by, sort of." "What's in here?" I hoped my voice wasn't as squeaky as it felt. "Like, just a card?" "And a couple other things." I was looking into his face, searching hard for nervousness, or shame, or even excitement. I got nothing in return but that intense, flat stare, the same one he always had. Straight into my soul. "Open it," he ordered, and as if I couldn't even control myself I took the nice Wusthof steak knife and slit the envelope, leaving a speck of grease on it. He nodded again, decisively, and then leaned back in the chair. It probably creaked as it took his weight, but damned if I noticed. The card was small, like the size of an RSVP card in a wedding invite, and it sported a tasteful red heart embossed into it. Trembling, I thumbed open the fold. Strong, big-looped cursive in what looked like a fountain pen; he'd only written a sentence or two, but I didn't even see the words. I was too busy staring at a long, perfect, coiled black pubic hair, held to the other flap with a little piece of scotch tape. "Holy shit," I blurted. I'd never felt myself flush before, not like this: a sudden heat, like someone had turned on a lightbulb behind my face. It actually felt a little like the sensation I got behind my pussy when I was really craving dick, only this was hotter and less pleasant. The card was trembling in my hands; when I looked up, slowly, my eyes trailing over his whiskered jeans and his t-shirt shirt, I know I didn't look embarrassed. I looked frightened. Lucas was smiling, though, an easy smile at odds with his old shyness; where had this confidence come from? Holy shit. Was I that readable? "It's okay," he said evenly, and all at once I felt like a little fucking girl, like he was seeing right through me. I felt like the chick on the other end of the Friday phone. "You left gouges in the soap. It's been pretty obvious for awhile now what's going on." Instinctively my hand went to my neck, to pull the collar of my shirt together; I felt like I could pull my head right down into there, hiding like a turtle. And Lucas just sat there, like he had twenty other times at twenty other meals, but this time he wasn't giving off diffidence. He was giving off confidence. He cocked his head. "Am I wrong?" he asked, his deep voice leaving me in absolutely no doubt he knew he wasn't. I licked my lips and, at last, met those droopy brown eyes of his. Slowly, I felt myself unclench, felt myself click into manager mode; what the fuck did I have to be ashamed of? This was my fucking house he was living in. The fingers at my neck flew apart, froglike, and I drew myself back up in the chair, lifting my chin. "You know you're not wrong," I replied flatly, and the relief I felt when my voice came out so evenly, so clearly, gave me strength. I let him see me look down at the card with its accusing, wiry little hair, let him watch as I pulled it from under the tape, as I took it on my fingertip and brought it to my eyes. "You know it." He was nodding, but clinically, as thought this was something that happened every day. "It's no big deal, Bev," he reasoned. "A lot of people have fetishes." I felt my eyebrow shoot up. "The hair, I mean." I reached my finger out, the pube still balancing, and rubbed my thumb across it to send it fluttering to the floor. "It's not a fetish, Lucas," I told him softly, articulating it to myself for the first time. I was still hot as fuck; I knew I must be scarlet, the flush shooting down past my unbuttoned collar, to where he'd be looking at my cleavage. _And why the hell shouldn't he?_ I arched my back just a little. It's not like there was any big secret now, not anymore. "It's not the hair. It's what the hair represents." I licked my lips again. "It's what it tells me, what it reminds me, about where the soap has just been." "Ahh." Both of Lucas' black brows rose as he nodded. I wondered whether he was getting hard, and decided he had to be. I wondered, suddenly, what he'd do right now if I just marched over to him, sank to my knees, whipped those pants off and took that fucking cock of his straight into my mouth, boldly, unapologetically. He kept nodding as the thought made me shiver, right there in front of him. "Well. Then I'm honored, Bev." He nodded once more, decisively, and then? Holy motherfucker! The bastard _winked!_ "Now I've got something to think about when I hear you in there, after me." He was gone, then, leaving me with my ridiculous pube and the silly little card. I felt ashamed. Schooled, even. And, naturally, hornier than I could recall being in months. I found myself sitting at the table, staring down at where Lucas' pube lay on the rug. My husband benefitted from all that as soon as I walked in the door, the dishes still filthy on the table, and I thought about Lucas, listening in my craft room down the hall while my mouth sucked Jeff straight into paradise. * * * The next day was... interesting. The restaurant had me back on dinner again for the actual Valentine's night and the week after, which would leave Lucas and I together every day until around three in the afternoon, which was when Jeff usually got home. Just like before Valentine's... but not really just like that at all. No. Everything was different now. I sensed it as soon as I got into the shower; I'd headed in there right after I rolled out of bed, before Lucas had the chance, my head still tight from the wine. I was loud, too, making sure he heard me; I felt a grim sense of victory when my fingers touched the smooth, dry soap. Fuck him. I'd show his arrogant ass what he could _think about_ in the shower. He had to be listening, I figured, his little ears shoved up against the wall between the bathroom and my craft room, but even if he wasn't, I vowed he'd hear me. I was already charged right up, already juiced, just from remembering last night: the guy had sat there brazenly and smirked at me while he gave me one of the hairs off his dick. So dirty. I rubbed at the surface of the soap, and then decided there was no point: he hadn't used it yet. The last cock that thing had touched was my husband's, so it did nothing for me. I left the bar in its tray, balanced my foot on the edge of the tub, and edged my hand underneath my butt, coming sideways at my pussy while my other hand already had pressure applied to my lower abdomen. Right away I knew this was going to be a big one. I hunched myself lower, reaching further around my ass while the water pummeled my back, just stroking myself for now, petting, closing my eyes and imagining it was Jeff, or my old high school boyfriend Jay, worshipping my body before he took me; Jay had always been my best lover. Or maybe, these days, I was thinking about Lucas. Fuck. Whomever; my skin was already tingling, the unscratchable itch blooming between my thighs, steam rising up all around me. My right hand's job was simple: light pushes, or rather pulses, the different fingers pressing with controlled urgency into my flesh around the top of my slit, fluttering occasionally even higher, tickling me as my nails ran through the flowing water. I was careful to avoid my clit; it wasn't time yet. The fingers of my left hand were the busy ones at this point, running roughshod over the corrugations of my labia, prodding from time to time into the hot, soaked gap in between. Oh, fuck; I felt feverish, my body shivering and goosebumped despite the hot water, despite the hot steam, despite the hot thoughts, and I was moaning already. The kernel of sanity I still had, deep in my brain, reminded me I wanted this to sound good, so I upped the volume and added some breathy gasps, directed toward Lucas' wall. I didn't need to fake that, really. Not for long. The lips between the fingers of my left hand soon grew stiff, rubbery, the jolts attacking my body with greater force as I stroked myself. I dug in harder with my right hand, and at the point where my instincts told me to go lower I did, pushing straight against the top of my vagina, my mouth dropping open as I sucked in great gasps of moist air. And when that air came back out, pushed by my heaving lungs, it was spiced now with sharp, loud yelps; I sounded like a coyote, probably, yipping my growing tension out into the world for all to hear. Only, I was really only interested in one person hearing me. Abruptly, I realized it was time; I shifted my hands, and now my right one took up the slack, curling under, hooking my pussy like an eager trout, pulling sharply up on the skin around my clit, and I was screaming at once. No faking, just yowling. My other foot slid down off the rim of the tub; somehow I kept my balance, wavering, my left hand drifting slick across my belly now while I jabbed my needy cunt over and over again, stroking, stabbing, my eyelids fluttering, and suddenly I was cumming like a helpless virgin on her wedding night. "Fuck!" I bit out, very loud and quite distinct, and my reddened skin was suddenly a slick shimmering sheet of shower water mixed with my own sweat and drool and, down between my legs, the goop that my fingers had dragged out of my spastic pussy. "Fuck!" I became dimly aware of my right arm flopping back and forth like a windshield wiper, sweeping my wrist from side to side in heedlessly swinging arcs as I abused myself, strumming my body the way Jeff sometimes strummed his guitar, making it last. And last it did: it kept building, growing, sweeping up out of my midsection and conquering my brain until I wasn't even sure where I was or what I was doing. I was still standing once I came back to earth, my legs shaking, bent over with both hands gripping the side of the tub to keep me from falling. I gulped air and looked down at where my soaked deep-red hair was dangling down like heavy curtains over a stage, hiding my shamed face and my hoarsely gasping mouth, the orgasm still spiking at my body. I had no idea what I'd said in my ecstasy. I could only hope it hadn't been something along the lines of, _"IwannafuckLucasSanders, andbecomehislittleslut!"_ but, of course, there was no way I could know. I've been told I can be pretty vocal sometimes when I fuck, but truthfully I didn't really know how I sounded when I made myself cum. I was usually paying attention to other things. But it was too late now to worry about it; I straightened slowly, knowing I'd have to answer to a pulled muscle in my neck, letting the water (now, alas, a lot cooler) sluice over my skin. Vaguely I was aware that a lot of time had passed, that I had things to do. That Lucas had a job interview at 11:30, and would need a shower pretty soon. So that's why I reached coldly out, grabbed the unused soap, ran it under the stream of water, and used it to scrub my cunt as vigorously as I'd just stroked it, though shorter. And I didn't replace the bar in its tray until I made sure it had a pretty fair supply of my curly copper hairs sticking in the grooves my desperate fingers had been making for days now. The water went off with the usual shudder in the walls. * * * I stumbled in late, shredded from the Valentine's shift at the restaurant and by the two shots of vodka I'd downed with the bar manager. I'm a small girl, and not used to vodka shots. I'd been extremely careful on the drive home. I kicked the door closed behind me and leaned against it, overwhelmed by the wave of relief at being home. And, frankly, buzzed. And, just as frankly, delighted to find Lucas propped on the couch with a laptop, his legs stretched across the cushions. The hallway leading to the back of the house was deserted. He swiveled his head to look over at me, and we made strong eye contact. No words, just a pair of slow, secret smiles. I wondered which of us should speak first, but just as I started to think about it Lucas solved that problem with his deep voice. "Happy Valentine's Day." I felt my smile grow to that weird, uncomfortable point where I felt the dryness in my lips get just a bit too tight. "Got another card for me, or something?" His grin matched mine. God, he was sexy! "Last night's was enough." I was nodding even before he finished; we both knew what he was talking about. I looked toward the hall. "Jeff's in bed already." It wasn't a question. He usually crashed long before I got home. "It was so nice of you to wait up for me. Such a gentleman." "No." He jerked his head toward the laptop. He was wearing the Star Wars pajama bottoms, I noticed. "I'm doing research. I have to find out about this company. They offered me a job this morning." "No shit!" I had to stop myself from clapping with joy, conscious of my sleeping husband a couple of rooms away. But I could feel my tits wobble as I did a little jig, right there by the door. "Congratulations!" Lucas had been a teacher at Jeff's school until a few months before, having left under circumstances Jeff had discouraged me from bringing up. "Thanks." He watched me as I passed into the room, kicking off the black leather Oxford shoes I had to wear and letting them skitter across the floor. My toes flexing in my socks, I crossed to the little Ikea hutch we used as a bar. I know he was staring at my ass as I walked past, but he was a man; women always assume they're looking. Still, it felt different now. Since last night. Since this morning. I'd listened from that very couch as he'd taken his shower, after mine, and I'd heard nothing from him. But as soon as he'd left for his interview, looking casually sexy in a sport coat and a paisley tie, I'd rushed in to find zero auburn pubes on the soap. I'd nodded to myself, feeling a rush of sexual power, and now I felt the same way as I reached for the bottle of scotch he'd given us when we'd agreed to let him stay. "A holiday beverage?" There was mockery in his voice, and I smirked over my shoulder. "It's good news," I shrugged, feeling the burr in my throat. "Why shouldn't I celebrate with my very own valentine?" He chuckled softly. "You've already got a valentine," he pointed out. "Jeff's down the hall; I can wake him up, if you want." "Jeff," I replied loftily, "didn't get me a card." I decided impulsively just to bring the whole bottle over; the glasses were on the high shelf, the one I was too short to reach easily. So fuck it. I knew I was swaying my hips more than I should as I walked back over to him, my stockinged feet silent on the wide pine where the rug gave out. I wondered whether the sway was a good idea, or hell, whether any of this was a good idea, but then I realized I couldn't care less. Jeff should've gotten me a card. "Lift your legs, you inconsiderate bastard," I ordered, my voice hushed. I was standing over him. "I need a place to sit." "There's the rocking chair," he replied calmly, pretending to look at his computer screen, "in the corner." "Fuck you," I giggled. "Lift your legs." He smiled as he obeyed, and I collapsed onto the seedy old cushions. I tried to remember, irrelevantly, whether I'd ever fucked Jeff on this couch, then I wondered why I was trying to recall. Whatever. "There," I cooed, settling, and I reached over to pull his feet into my lap. "Better." He was barefoot, his slippers on the floor at his end of the couch. "Now then. Shut your fucking laptop and drink with me, valentine." He indulged me, giving that hollow smile of his and watching me narrowly through slitted eyes. The laptop joined the slippers on the floor. The cork came out of the scotch with its loud pop, and I held Lucas' gaze while I lifted the bottle to my lips; it smelled like the ocean and tasted like smoke. I felt the burn work its way down and concentrated on not grimacing. "Peaty," I managed once I was sure it was going to stay down; I'm not typically a whisky girl. I passed him the bottle. "That's excellent scotch." "I know." He leaned forward a little to grab it. "I bought it." I was giggling a little as he tipped his head back and took a longer pull than I had, swallowing convulsively and then shaking his head. "Glad you like it, but I was thinking Jeff would drink it." "Shut up and pass," I snapped quietly. I figured two more gulps would do it, downed with cool confidence. I felt an obscure need to show off for him. He watched me as I took the second mouthful, more confidently than I'd taken the first. "Jeff's welcome to come out and join us anytime he wants." "Rough night at work?" Lucas nodded sympathetically. "We ran out of whipped cream," I explained. Which seemed like a dumb thing to worry about, but it's serious business when a busy restaurant runs out of whipped cream on Valentine's night. "We sell more dessert on February 14th than we do for the whole month of March," I mused. "Is that the stain on your leg?" He pulled his foot off my lap and used his hairy big toe to prod at my thigh where the black trousers looked like someone had blown their nose on them. I giggled again. I was resting my hand on his other ankle without even realizing it. "Who the fuck knows?" I offered the bottle again, then glared at him. "Hey. Who said you could look at my thigh, you fucking pervert?" "Nobody." He took another swig. "I'm just making polite Valentine's Day conversation before I head off to bed." He lowered the bottle and made a show of looking back down at my legs, his deep voice getting raspier by the second. "It's a pretty good thigh, Bev, though I'm sure you know that already." "Thanks. I hate it when my pants get dirty," I fretted. "We're supposed to dry-clean this shit, but who's got the time for that?" "You should soak it." He was watching me closely, and it was hard to read his tone of voice. I chose to raise the stakes. "But then I'd have to take them off." I arched my eyebrow. "You'd like that. You really are a fucking pervert." Lucas shrugged elaborately. His ankle was warm under my palm. "I'm just thinking of your sartorial health." "Sartorial!" I laughed, probably louder than I should have, and he smiled back. "I used to be an English teacher," he reminded me. "Occupational hazard." "Yeah." I looked sideways at him. "Why'd you stop teaching, anyway?" He'd left the bottle wedged between his legs, like a bulbous glass cock, and I leaned way over to grab it. I knew he'd be able to look down my white shirt, to see the bra in there. It thrilled me. I held the pose a moment longer than I needed to, no longer caring what I was doing. "Did you fuck a student, or something?" "Nope." He watched as I freed the bottle, making no effort to hide where his eyes were going. This was it. One more swig, pulled off like I was a lifelong drinker. I knew I'd need to get up slowly from the couch, that I had a couple hours of heartburn ahead of me, but for some reason it was important to let him see me drink. "Just a change of life. When your girlfriend kicks you out and you start feeling bored at work, the universe is telling you something." "Did you cheat on her?" I asked it point-blank, then took my gulp. Fuck. That one was big, a solid lump of whisky working through me like a rodent through a snake. I swallowed a few times, afterward, to keep the scotch down. "I wouldn't judge you if you did. If she's the one calling on Friday nights, you could do a lot better. Just being honest." He shrugged again, his default setting. "Friday nights were movie nights." It wasn't an explanation, but when a man doesn't deny cheating, he's cheated. I ran my fingernail across the spout of the glass bottle, thinking of both our mouths there, the spit mingling. "I wasn't fair to her," he added obliquely, and we both nodded. "Good enough." I looked into his eyes, feeling the alcohol flush my face, my whole body vibrating. Good god, this was a sexy man. It had snuck up on me. Weeks he'd been living with us; I wondered now how I'd avoided fucking him. I forced myself to be calm; I'd seldom wanted to kiss a man this badly, and I knew, knew with one hundred percent ironclad fucking certainty, that he wanted the same thing. I wondered how badly my nipples were poking out, but of course I couldn't possibly check. This was one of those times that called for eye contact. "You shouldn't go around hurting your women," I finished, and I could hear my voice husking up. Jesus. I needed to get out of here, and fast. "Unless they want it." He smiled faintly, his eyes flickering all up and down my body. Like Jeff's did, sometimes. The scotch swam in my head, but my brain was screaming at me to get out of there, to leave it like this. That this was perfect, the timing right. Any woman wants to be thought of like a goddess, likes to be the one men think about when they jack off, and I knew that leaving now would make Lucas want me like he'd never wanted anyone else in his life. Especially not that shrill bitch Meredith, or like whomever he'd cheated on her with... "Well." I handed the bottle back over to him, leaning again, letting him see. "I'm off to soak these pants, Lucas. You, uhh, sleep tight." He smiled at the double-entendres, but took the bottle back and moved his legs, calloused heels sliding across my pants. I told myself he couldn't smell my pussy, not through the polyester, but I was aware of how fucking wet I was. I rose slowly, proud of myself for not toppling over, and stretched theatrically toward the ceiling. His eyes never left me the whole time. "You should take a shower," he suggested, shifting his legs back into the space I'd just left. I could see his hard-on through the pajama pants, and he knew it, and neither of us minded. "Maybe I should." I cleared my throat. So easy, I knew, to lean down and suck his cock. I shook my head at myself. "But I think I'll wait. If you want to take one, instead..." I shrugged. "I won't peek. Promise." I winked at him, hotly, then minced out of the room past his staring eyes. Holy fuck. Jeff snored beside me while I brought myself off, grunting hard, with just a few efficient twists of my wrist. I left the door open the whole time, hearing the scotch swish in the bottle, knowing he was listening to me. * * * Lucas walked in on me in the bathroom the next morning, though he knocked first; we'd both been in a hurry, and I hadn't had time to fully benefit from his hair on the soap. Not that that had stopped me from swiping his curlies from the bar and pressing them against my pussy lips, of course. "Are you decent?" he boomed through the door. "I forgot to clean my ears out." I smiled at myself in the mirror. I was brushing the tangles out of my hair, which hung long and wet and red down my back. I was buck naked in the humid bathroom, and played with the notion of just telling him to come in anyway, but in the end I shook my head at my own whim and eyed the big white towel I'd left on the floor. "Just a sec," I called back, and then it was time to do that thing we women all know how to do, where we take a large-sized towel and magically make it _just_ large enough to fall to the bottom of our ass once we tuck it in at the top of our tits. I adjusted myself, making sure I was all packed away in and secure, and then I resumed brushing out my hair. "Okay, valentine!" I sang out. He was in at once, dressed nicely for the orientation lunch at his new job, in nicely-fitting slacks and a grey shirt that made the most of his trim waist and dark coloring. I made eye contact in the mirror, completely unsurprised to find him staring at my legs. "Good morning," I smirked at him. "Sleep well?" "It was kinda loud, from your room," he shrugged, not smiling. I played the game and matched his serious tone. "You should come investigate next time. I could be in danger." He fished around in the box of cotton swabs while I kept on brushing, my body tingling, very conscious that I was just about nude with his pubes stuck to my cunt. Better, I knew now that he was conscious of it, too. "It's part of being a good houseguest, making sure your hosts are happy." "I'll keep it in mind." He stared back at me finally, our eyes smoldering in the mirror. "Good shower?" "No, actually." It was okay; last night's cum had been electrifying, so I could do without my shower gratification. "It was a bit rushed. You know, sometimes you can't be as thorough as you want to be." "Mm-hmm." He was frowning with his eyes off to the side as he concentrated on his second ear. I set the hairbrush on the sink. "Burgundy, if you've got it. Or a deep purple." He looked sharply back at me, and I shrugged. "When you're picking your tie. Go dark, but colorful." I turned my head at last to look at him directly. "You're going to look like an absolute stud, Lucas." "Well. It's only a drug company." He tossed the Q-tips carefully into the wastebasket, then looked me up and down once more. "I'm off, Bev. Don't get too cold, now." "Oh, I won't," I simpered, and as he went past I reached up to where I had the towel tucked in, next to my armpit. "I'm good." I let him see me untuck the towel before he closed the door behind him. Ha. Think about that, Pube Boy. * * * Lucas spent the next weekend apartment hunting, and I made sure to take full advantage of his absence: not since our honeymoon had I made Jeff fuck me so comprehensively. We were getting older, he and I, so some of the acrobatic shit we'd once done was now, sadly, not much of an option; it was fun, though, finding other ways to amuse myself with his body. I even came, though mildly, and only once, at one point when I made him take me from behind over the kitchen counter. And if I was thinking of his buddy Lucas the whole time, well, was that really such a problem? So it was a mellower Bev Bacon that showed up for the dinner shift on Monday, knowing I'd have one more morning with Lucas on Tuesday; he was starting work on Wednesday, then getting paid soon after, and then there'd be no more Jersey McGoo. Not that the dog was the only thing I'd miss, obviously, but it was probably best not to think much further. I was already in enough trouble. Once upon a time, two days nude with my husband would have left me wrung out and dehydrated from a constant state of orgasm, going in to my shift all headachy and bow-legged. Now? It was all I could do now to avoid breaking into a big, sexy grin whenever I saw Lucas on the couch with his laptop. But Tuesday found _me_ sitting there instead, on one of those mornings when I'd woken up to the sounds of Jeff going to work and not been able to get back to sleep. So I padded out to the couch, where I curled up with my blanket and Lucas' dog and a worn copy of _Skagboys_. I sighed, ruffling my fingers along Jersey's forehead. "Hi, pooch." He looked up at me, his eyes just as brown but more mournful than his master's, and my heart thudded. "Last real day here, kiddo. But you can come visit." "..." said Jersey. It was a look, not a sound, but I'm a dog girl. Dog people understand. "Yeah." I sighed. "Come visit. And bark when you smell Jeff, because that'll tell me when I should stop riding your owner's dick." I stroked one soft, glovelike ear. "You're lucky, boy," I added. "You get to lick his balls in public and nobody says anything." I swear to god, he nodded. Or, at least, he understood. I crossed my legs under the long sleeping shirt and went back to my book, watching the morning go by through the bay window until, around 9:30, I finally heard Lucas stirring back down the hall. Good. I was in need. "Lukie-poo," I trilled when I heard his feet at the pass-through. I held my mug aloft, empty since around 7:30. "Be a dear and fetch me some more coffee, valentine." "Shit," he grumbled, but not angrily. "You're the waitress. You should be getting some for me." "Manager," I snapped. "I haven't waited tables since I was twenty-six. And it's 'server' now anyway, you sexist moron." "Huh." He drifted past, sweeping up my mug like a relay racer taking a baton, my eyes glued to his ass the entire time. "You're welcome." "Mm-hmm." He was in the Superman pajama bottoms today. I was vaguely disappointed. Sometimes he came out in just a pair of boxers and a holed t-shirt, but whatever. You can't always get what you want. "Sleep okay?" "Oh, you know." His voice drifted back from the little 1940s kitchen we'd kept. "Occasional vomiting. Some angina. Two toes fell off. The usual." "Huh." He was on our old futon. I thought about telling him I'd fucked Jeff there just the other day, but decided that'd be weird. "I hope you threw away the toes at least." "Whatever." Company meant it was time to put the book away, share the dog, and turn on the morning TV. We sat in silence for awhile, sipping at our coffee; Lucas had been an English major, meaning he'd worked as a barrista at one time: he knew what he was doing. The liquid felt like molten heaven, crashing through my lassitude and moving me into a higher plane of existence, and I glanced sidelong at the man sharing my couch with me, very aware of how much leg I was showing under the shirt, mindful that my bra-free tits were on full display as I sat up against the cushions. I badly wanted to lay my head in Lucas' lap. "So," he began, his toes flexing as he perched his feet on my coffee table. He frowned at the TV, where the morning show people were talking to a prominent chef who appeared to have far, far too much tit. "Who gets to take the first shower?" I snapped my head around, looking fully into his face, putting on an expression of mock shock. "You brute! I'm a lady; I don't discuss such things." He stared at me long enough to remind me mutely of all the noise I'd made the other day. "Well. It's a special occasion. Our last morning together." He shrugged. "I just figured that whoever goes second is going to have, you know, an advantage..." A slow smile curved my lips, and I wasn't even remotely able to stop it. Not that I wanted to. "I'm surprised you'd say so," I purred. "They'll have so much less hot water..." "That's not what I meant, Bev." "I know, Lucas." I gnawed at my lower lip, still feeling the coffee move through me. "There are solutions for that, you know," I put in quietly, wondering immediately whether I'd actually said it out loud. So I clamped my mouth shut. But, of course, he hadn't missed a thing. "Solutions." He shrugged and peered into his coffee. He let the silence build after that, the TV still vapid in the background. "It's a pretty big shower," he observed. "It's a tub," I blurted. I knew my eyes were flashing, now, as I looked across at him. "I know, because I've taken a bath in there." "Oh?" His eyebrows rose. "We're doing baths now?" I giggled. "Forget it. I'll go first." I stood up and stretched, Jersey jolted out of his stupor, my hands shooting toward the ceiling. I closed my eyes and held the pose, knowing he'd be looking at my tits, still pretty firm in the thin t-shirt, and wondering whether he could tell the color of my underwear through the fabric. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling. "Make sure the cups make it into the sink, Lucas. And, you know, if you can think of any solutions..." I giggled once more and then reached the pass-through, wondering what the fuck I was up to. * * * I figured I'd leave him a pretty hairy bar of soap to remember me by, and I was feeling kindly enough toward him that I resolved it'd be a fast shower, with minimal hot water, to give him plenty of time to soap his cock and take it for a spin. It was only right, I reasoned; I was determined to be a good hostess to the last. Besides, I decided, he'd be waking up before me now, so until he moved out I'd have second dibs every day. Might as well give him a little fun today. I had to work quickly, but I knew it would be no problem: I'd been dampening my panties even before I'd gotten up off the couch. I rattled the glass door shut, wedged my foot in its familiar place, and had my hands busy even while the water was still turning warm. Back went my head, the water gushing into my heavy hair as I started in on myself, as usual, left hand from the side and right hand above my clit, feeling my mind go all pink and mushy, and just as things started building, it happened. The door. It always squeaked horribly with the friction of the door against the jamb, and it usually made me start. Not this time. I kept my eyes closed; I realized in an instant that I'd been expecting him to come in, that I'd have been disappointed if he hadn't. I knew he could see all of me through the glass, and I didn't care. No, even more: I wanted him to look. I hadn't felt this reckless since college, when I'd been notably careless about nudity. "Yes?" I was proud that I sounded clear and calm, like this kind of thing was totally normal. "Or do you walk in on showering women all the time?" I heard his deep voice. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold it. I need to pee." I laughed. My brain was on fire; this was so unbelievably, unimaginably naughty. I was masturbating right in front of him! "Sure," I nodded, my fingers settling into a slower, longer-lasting rhythm; I knew now that this wasn't going to be a quick shower. Not anymore. "Just don't peek, buddy." "Mm-hmm." I watched through the spray-bleared glass as Lucas glanced casually around the bathroom, being very obvious about not looking at me, then shambled over to the toilet. He left the door wide open, and why not? "Sorry about this, Bev," he tossed over his shoulder, and I said nothing, just watched as he did that guy thing where they square themselves to the toilet, fiddle with their penis, and then hunch their shoulders and look expectant until it comes out. I couldn't hear it hit the bowl, obviously, but that was the least of what was going through my mind. Nope, I had plenty of other things to worry about. Like, what the fuck was I doing? What the fuck was he doing? More to the point, what the fuck was I _going_ to do? Was I really going to let Lucas fuck me right here, in the shower? It amazed me how calmly I was thinking about it. I should've been freaking out, but instead I was just watching coolly as this guy peed right in front of me. All I was thinking about, perversely, was how let down I'd be if he just finished up and walked out. I mean, hell. We'd come this far. I raised my voice, feeling the hoarseness in my throat; I cleared it loudly. "Remember, don't flush. It'll turn the water cold." "Right. I know." He glanced back at me, his shoulders bouncing as he shook his dick. "Don't use it all. I still need to go." "Actually," I smiled, "I just might. A cold shower would serve you right after invading my privacy like this." I watched closely to see what he'd do next, my fingers still lazy on my body. "This is a hell of an interruption, you fucking creep." "Huh." Lucas nodded, seemed to pause a moment, then crossed over to the sink. "It's not like I planned this." "Bullshit." I felt giddy. He was taking his sweet time washing his hands, too. I felt my skin getting hotter, redder. "You could've held it." "Maybe." He looked over his shoulder again. "You, uhh, use the soap yet?" I laughed long and loud at that, and I almost missed the part where Lucas turned deliberately and leaned against the sink. He was studying me now, obviously, and I loved it. I was dying for it. "Not in the way you mean, valentine," I volleyed back. There it was, the decision made, and I nodded to myself. My ears were buzzing. "Come and get it, if you need it." "I just might." Fuck me, he was coming over. My brain scrambled for what to do, then decided there was no point in stopping. He knew what I was up to. Jesus, I thought gleefully, I must have him so aroused right now! His shape loomed up on the far side of the glass, just slightly blurred by the spray. I saw him stare at my body, the two of us separated by nothing but that sliding door; I was hornier than I could remember being, my mouth dry. He smiled. "Yeah, you're right," he said, his deep voice intruding over the pounding water. "I probably could have held it." I grinned back. "Soap's on the tray, stud," I winked. "I won't stop you." "Fuck that. I'll get my clothes all wet." I waited, then, until his eyes rose from my tits to my face, then looked straight into his face and pitched my voice just low enough to float through the glass. "There's a solution for that." He was already nodding as he took one step back, and then I was watching through the shower door as Lucas Sanders took his clothes off. Fuck. This was happening. The ratty old t-shirt, the stupid cartoon PJ bottoms, and then there he was in nothing but a loose pair of boxers and the cock inside them. He looked back up at me, just a brief glance to read me, and I was very careful to give him nothing: if he was looking for permission, absolution, or anything like that, I wasn't into it. He was a big boy; let him make big-boy decisions. When he pushed his shorts down I only had eyes for that thick, dark trail of hair, the very hair I'd been teasing myself with for weeks now. The hair thatching that area of a man's body I love so much. He was looking down at himself when he finally got the waistband down to the root of his cock, and even before he had the whole thing out I could tell it was a big one. I know my mouth was falling open when his boxers went whispering down his hairy legs to land on the damp floor, and when he looked back up at me I was grinning wide. "See?" I was barely audible over the rush of the water. "A solution." He stood in the doorway, watching my reaction, and he was dangling long and heavy and all I wanted was to get him close to me. "Come on in. Why waste the hot water?" "Something like that." He had that confident smirk on now, the one that he'd only shown me glimpses of early on. He lifted his thin legs and stepped carefully over the edge of the tub. "It'd be a shame to get splashes all over the floor, too." "You can say that again," I cooed, and then the door was squeaking shut in its track and holy fuck. I was naked in the shower with Lucas, the two of us looking straight at each other, with no shame at all. "So," I went on thickly, tossing my hair out of my face, "were you just going to get the soap, or what?" "Well, I guess I could just wash my hands in here, right?" I stopped, at last, and lowered my leg to give him more space, backing up until I felt the tub faucet against the back of my knee. "Sounds good," I nodded, licking my lips, my foot perching once more on the side of the tub. I was wide open, putting my whole body on display for this man, especially once I spread my pussy lips. He watched as I slid a finger comfortably inside myself. "You just let me know if I'm in the way." "No. I can work around you." He stepped into me then, past where my foot was resting, close enough that I was staring up at him towering over me. "Excuse me." He was so loud, his voice so deep up close like this, and I shivered to look down and see his cock rising already, reaching for me, solid and thick with the hot water cascading off it. He glanced down between us. "Well now. Would you look at that." "Look at what?" Fuck. I could barely get the words out, my pussy lips all hot and thick in my strumming fingers. "You, or me?" "Both." He was rising quickly now, past the horizontal, and I watched wide- eyed as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft. "Jesus," I whispered, and there it was staring at me like an accusing judge, looking lewd and massive and threatening in his fist, the head a firmly trembling shade of deep purple. "I like that." "As much as it likes you," he agreed softly, the steam rising, and I sighed; that perfect male body, just inches away, the skin of his dick pulling and bunching, pulling and bunching, all while I kept up the pressure above my clit, my hips now swinging in short but insistent circles. "Fuck." "Yup." I had two fingers poking inside me now, plucking at my labia, while Lucas brought his left hand down to cup his own balls. "Mmm." He bent slightly at the waist, bracing his legs at shoulder width, and I could smell the coffee on his breath. "What are we doing here, Lucas?" "Taking a shower." He said it with an offhand intensity, a quick experimental flick of his eyes up to my face before they went back down along my body. Once again, I arched my back for him. "Goddamn, you're hot." I just stared down at his cock, mesmerized. It's not every day you get to see how a man pleasures himself, and this one was a masterpiece: that thick meat of his, gleaming wet, with his strong fingers caressing it. I suppressed an urge to bend down and lick the head. "I can tell you think so," I replied faintly, and I'm surprised I even got that out, for my mind was starting to wander into that dangerous and addictive space between desire and fulfillment, and I was directing almost all my attention to my own needs. "Fuck," I bit out, shaking my head slowly. "Fuck," he agreed, and then it was just the two of us and our hormones and our gasps, moving in synch with each other: his hand and my hips in rhythm, both our mouths wide and panting. Much, much sooner than I normally did I shifted my hands, letting that shaky leg of mine back down to the floor of the tub, and when I pushed my fingers straight up myself, feeling full at last, I saw his eyes glaze over when I moaned. "Yes, Bev," he hissed, jacking faster now, the water flying off his hand and his dick. "Yes." I didn't trust myself to reply, just felt the water and my hand and the lust and I went with it. I hunched down onto my fingers while, with the other trembling hand, I reached across the infinite space between him and I, aiming for my favorite part on a man; I stopped just millimeters away from his pubes, just beneath his belly button, with his hand jerking his cock just below, and I gazed up into his eyes with the question written all over my face. He nodded. "Yes," he repeated, more firmly now, so my searching fingers closed the gap and felt his body, the roughness of the hair, the smoothness of the skin with the water pouring down. I felt my own shuddering breath when he flinched at my touch. "Just relax," I murmured, though what the fuck I was telling him to relax for at this stage I'll never know. "I want to touch you," and when I looked back up, tearing my eyes away from the hypnotic sight of my fingers twining through his pubic hair, he was looking the same question back at me. Barely even aware I was doing it, I nodded, my head dragging lazily on my neck, and that was enough of an answer: Lucas pulled his hand out from underneath his ballsack and reached slowly up, up, along my ribcage, to close tight around my right tit. "Just relax," he mocked as I staggered, my eyes rolling up toward his, but I could hear the tight strain in his voice too, even through the fire in my body. I caught a gloating smile on his face when he started stroking my skin, his thumb windshield-wipering across my nipple, the sensation going straight to my vagina. I was glaring up at him now, accusing, protesting hollowly at how unfair this was as the lightning bolts started flashing in my field of vision. "Motherfucker!" I lost it, my hand flapping weakly around his abdomen, anchorless, until it found a frame of reference at the root of that big, warm penis, and then I was pulling him to me in desperation, the breath whistling as it tore past my bared teeth. He shuffled toward me with his fingers twisting my nipple like a radio dial, fisting his cock in a blur of motion through the pounding water. He was nodding at me, his face transformed, urging me on; "You sexy fucking whore. Get that last finger in there!" I tried to obey, obviously, the spasms tearing through me as my pinky stabbed toward the back of my cunt; I was too small, but that wasn't the point. The point was his command. I felt like I was already cumming, powerfully, but it felt different. It wasn't the crescendo it normally was. This was more like a drug. I looked down, past where his hand mauled my breast, to see the head of his cock constricted by his gripping hand, moving closer, closer, and then it was touching my body right where I needed it, where my other hand had been, directly above my clit, prodding at me; I felt nothing but heat and passion, clawing at Lucas, my hand curling underneath by instinct, digging harshly between his hairy thighs, gripping hard at his balls. He groaned. "Jesus fuck," the gust of his breath strong in my face, and I was squeezing and tugging at his leathery sack; I could feel the waves mounting, my brain fried, my body ready to sing again. I saw it in his big brown eyes, too, the heat and passion, the sense of abandon, and as I gulped for air with the steam rising all around me and a hard, vibrant cock lying against my skin, my palm full of Lucas' scrotum, I summoned the last of my sanity and put a sentence together. "Cum with me, Lucas." It croaked out low and gaspy, my legs shaking hard. "Please." Not that it mattered; he was far past the point of self-control now, the hand tugging at his dick losing its rhythm, its discipline, and he stared back at me with a look more intense than I've seen on any man as his mouth fell open and his testicles tightened in my hand. So I was looking down, straight at that pulsing dick, as his first load gushed hard into my bush. That's when I lost it myself at the milky sight of his cum in my copper hairs, and my eyes snapped shut. I was screaming, I knew, feeling the water go lukewarm against my back even as his semen smacked thick and hot against my front, and then his arms were around me, holding me up, both of us panting while the hot flashy orgasm wracked our wet bodies with no distance between us. * * * I groped behind me for the lever, shutting the water off blindly while we peeled apart from each other, and then there was no sound but the panting of overworked lungs and the gentle spatter as the last of the water dripped from hair, from nipples, from cock. I was having trouble meeting his eyes, still in disbelief at the water-streaked cum that ran in trickles down over my goosebumped flesh. "Well," he broke the silence, his voice vibrating through his whole body; I felt it in his balls, still lying in my fingers. "You okay?" "Yeah," I decided, disengaging, my arms coming back to rest beside me. Slowly, I dragged a hand through the soupy wreck of my pubes, holding his semen up thick and wobbly on the tip of one finger. I looked at it, then looked at his face, and then I was sucking my finger clean. I nodded. "Yeah." "Holy shit." He said it reverently. "Look at you." "Right?" He tasted good, my brain revving back up. I motioned with my head, and he moved aside so that I could squeeze past him toward the glass door; I felt his dick, half-hard still, nudging across my body as I passed, then his hand steadying himself on my ass while I got the door open. I didn't mind. I stepped out onto the tile floor, my brain working again, and I half-turned to talk to him over my shoulder. "I'm feeling like having a lazy morning," I sighed. "Feel free to join me." I didn't bother waiting for him to answer. But I left him my wet footprints to follow, straight into my bedroom. * * * _Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. 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"Yes, Mistress, I understand." In truth, I didn't really understand. I didn't understand how it was I'd gotten myself into this position, but every time She spoke, I listened and did precisely what I was told. "That's a good slut," She said into the phone, and then it went dead. I sighed. Not even a "goodbye." As I drove home from work, I realized that I was completely at Her mercy, and would do anything She asked - or told - me to do. There was nothing I could refuse Her. I was, as she put it, Her slut - to be used in any way She saw fit. Tonight would be no exception. She had just informed me that I was to head home directly from work, go up to the bedroom, and put on the things she laid out for me. I'd found the "Adventure Night" love coupon this morning, tucked discreetly into my briefcase. Adventure nights always promised something fun and different, and I grew excited at the prospect of whatever she'd lined up for me tonight. The last one was what had me calling my beloved wife "Mistress." The end of that adventure had me signing a contract that, if I could do it for a month, she would make sure that every adventure from here on out would be well worth it. So I agreed. That was the thing about Adventure Night - whoever left the card for the other one was assured total compliance. It was a trust game, really. I trusted her not to push it too far, and she trusted the same. That month from the last one ran out tomorrow, and now Mistress Ali was about to make good on her last bit of this adventure. In the last month, she'd tied me up, dressed me up, blindfolded me, forced me to suck her large dildos, and generally had her way with me, including even forcing a butt-plug up my virgin ass. I'd spent more time being hard in the last month than I could recall. I had no idea what I was in for tonight, but my cock was practically bursting from my pants as I walked into the house and ran up the steps to the bedroom. There, on the bed, I found the outfit - if it could be called that - along with a letter. "My sweet slut - tonight, you are Mine. You will shower and shave - and I do mean shave EVERYTHING - I want my slut smooth all over. Then, you will dress in your proper attire for the evening. Do not touch MY cock, except in the cleaning and shaving, and to dress yourself. You will greet me as I come in the door on your hands and knees. Tonight will be one you will remember for a long time, I assure you." Mistress Ali I looked at the outfit and my cock stirred in my pants once more. There was a pair of lacy black thong panties, stockings, and a barely there French maid's uniform that would hide nothing, I was sure. A pair of black heels completed the outfit. She was right - I was pretty sure I would remember this night for a very long time indeed. I went into the bath and proceeded to shave my body and wash up, and then set about getting dressed. Rolling up the stockings, I loved how they caressed my now hairless legs, stretching over and smoothing out my masculine legs, making them look feminine even to me. The panties were next, and my cock was instantly hard in the skimpy lace. I put on the uniform last, followed by the shoes, and stood, looking in the mirror. I gasped at what I saw. I was completely lost in my reflection when my phone rang. I picked it up. "Yes, Mistress Ali?" "Are you dressed yet, slut?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Send me a picture of you. Then, I want you to get the butt-plug from your nightstand and insert it. Be a good slut and have it done in five minutes." "Yes, Mistress." The phone went dead again, and I hurriedly complied, snapping a picture of myself in the mirror and sending it to her, and then inserting the big plug into my ass. It hurt, and I had to rush it, but I managed to get it inside in 4 minutes, and sent her a message indicating so. "Good slut. I will be home in 20 minutes." I eagerly went to the door to await my Mistress and waited, on hands and knees, just in case she was early. I only had to wait about 5 minutes when I heard the key in the door. I turned to greet Her, and was surprised to be looking dead into the face of my sister-in-law, Heather. My face must have turned several shades of red instantly, as Heather first just gaped, and then burst out laughing, but she did not shut the door. She put out a hand to stop me from closing the door. "No you don't. I want to enjoy this for a little while." I'd never really gotten along with Heather. While she was a nice enough person, and I was never outright mean to her or anything for my wife's sake, there was just something that never really worked between us. Maybe it was that I took her sister away from the family - I don't know, but we'd never really seen eye to eye, and now that she'd caught me in this situation, I suspected it was only going to get worse. I was right. I heard the car pull into the driveway and knew that my Mistress was about to come in and see the whole situation. Me, with a plug up my ass, the panties straining to hold it and me in, the maid's uniform, the whole thing, and my wife and Mistress about to enter the room. And I knew what I had to do. I went back to my hands and knees, awaiting my Mistress. Upon her appearance at the door, I greeted her, saying, "Good evening, Mistress Ali." She looked around, saw her sister still laughing in the corner of the foyer, and then looked at me. "Well, I'm surprised, my slut. I didn't think you had it in you to remember your place." "Thank You, Mistress," was all I said, bowing my head. She reached out a hand and patted me on the head. "Good slut. I shall reward you, assuming you continue to please me...and my sister." My look of panic must have been clear to her, because she laughed long and loudly while she shut the front door. "Yes, my slut. Heather here told me several months ago how she wanted to try fucking a man's ass. This last month, you've been coming to this point all along, and here you are, wearing panties and a servant's uniform, a butt-plug stuck up your ass, all ready to service the two of us tonight." I looked over at Heather, only to see her expression had changed from laughing to lusting. "Does he really have a plug up his ass?" she asked. "Turn around, slut, and show Mistress Heather your ass." Mortified, I did as my Mistress commanded, pulling aside the panties to show Mistress Heather. I felt a hand slap my ass - hard - and I let out a little yelp of surprise. The two Mistresses laughed at me. "Where would you like to do him, Heather?" asked my wife. "Ali - are you sure? I mean, I know you said you'd get me a sissy to fuck, but, are you sure you'd like to offer up your own husband?" "What do you say, slut?" Mistress asked me. "I am Yours, Mistress Ali. I will do anything You command." "I don't think Heather believes us, my sweet slut. We're going to have to show her just how serious I can be." With that, she took off her long coat and let it fall to the ground. She was dressed in heels and stockings, black lace panties and matching bra, and was also sporting a thick black strapon that must have been 8" long. It looked huge - much bigger than the plug in my ass. It was about the same size as some of her dildos, but wearing it, it looked much more intimidating. "Get over here and suck my cock, slut." Still on my hands and knees, I crawled over to her and, looking up at her, simply said, "As my Mistress wishes," and began sucking on the thick rubber black cock hanging from the harness she wore. I did my damnedest, sucking and licking the awesome spike between her legs, giving it all I was worth, no longer caring what my sister-in-law thought or saw. I knew this was what my Mistress wanted, and this was Her adventure night. I could not refuse Her. I looked up at Mistress Ali for approval, and She winked back at me, her fingers tracing my cheek as I sucked and slurped up and down Her cock. "That's a goooood slut, taking all of My cock. Tell me, slut - will you take all of Mistress Heather's cock, too?" I stopped sucking long enough to speak. "Yes, Mistress Ali. I will do as You command." I looked first up at my Mistress and then over to Mistress Heather. Heather's face was pure lust. "Very good, slut. Your mistress approves." She looked over at her sister. "Now, we just have to see if Mistress Heather has her own cock!" Heather shook her head, her eyes still locked on me as I began to suck on Mistress Ali's cock again, deliberately looking at her the entire time. "Luckily, I stopped off and picked you up a cock, Sis." For the first time, I noticed the bag my wife held. She handed it to her sister, who tore into it and pulled out a box with a picture of a huge rubber cock on the side. Her eyes gleamed wildly as she saw the box, and a smile spread across her lips. "So - where would you like this slut, Heather?" "Hmmm," she said, "I think I'll let the Lady of the House decide. He is, after all, Your slut, Sis!" "I think the basement will do nicely, then. Slut, you may stand and lead Us to the basement." "Thank You, Mistress Ali." I did as I was told. "On second thought - "began my Mistress, "Maybe you should help Mistress Heather wear her cock. After all, you will be very familiar with it by the end of the night. You might as well get started now." "Yes, Mistress." I moved over to Heather. "How may I be of assistance, Mistress Heather?" By this time, Heather had pulled the dong out of the box, and was eyeing it playfully. She lightly tapped me across the cheek with the rubber cock and said, "Figure out this harness while I get naked, slut." Luckily, it was the same harness that my Mistress wore, so I had one to look at to understand it, and quickly untangled it and turned to help fit it to Heather. I stopped and stared as my wife and her sister were sharing a deep kiss with tongue. Mistress Ali was fondling Heather, her hands roaming over clothing as Heather kept trying to remove it. It afforded me a little time to figure out the harness completely, and stare at the two women for a moment. Mistress Ali caught me looking and noticed my cock, hard in the lacy panties. "I think we're making the slut very happy, Heather. Why don't you help get her naked, too, slut?" I quickly complied and began helping Heather remove her clothing. I'd never thought about her sexually before, but I had to admit, the sight of her naked body was thrilling. Who knew my sister-in-law was so sexy? I helped her into the harness and then she handed the cock to me. "Attach my cock, slut." "Yes, Mistress Heather." I eagerly attached the big pink cock - longer than Mistress Ali's - to the harness and awaited my next command. "Let's get to that basement!" Mistress Ali laughed and slapped my ass. "Lead on, slut!" I led the two Mistresses down to the basement, and there, much to my surprise, the regular furniture was moved off to the side of the room and there, in the center of the room, was what looked like a sawhorse with a padded top. I turned to look at my wife, who only patted my ass and whispered lovingly, "Trust me, my sweet slut - you're going to be begging for more of this!" I walked towards the horse, and my Mistress told me to stop and remove my maid's outfit. I did, and then she had me lean over the horse. Taking my hands, she clipped some cuffs onto my wrists and then chained the cuffs to some rings that I didn't see originally, and I was then completely at their mercy. My ass was exposed as I bent over, the panties straining to contain both my cock and the plug in my ass. I could feel hands on my ass, but I couldn't tell to which of the two they belonged, until Mistress Ali came around in front of me, telling me to suck her cock once more. My sister-in-law was the one running her hands over my body! I had to admit, it felt great. I sucked and sucked on that cock, relaxing as I got used to my new position, until I felt a tug on the plug in my ass. It popped out and I yelped suddenly, both Mistresses laughing. I whimpered slightly. "Awww, does My slut want his ass filled again?" I wanted to shake my head side to side, to say no. But, I found myself instead nodding, knowing only that my ass was empty, and that was why I whimpered. I found my voice, and knew there was no turning back. "Yes, Mistress Ali, please fill my ass!" "Mmmm, yes, My slut. I think you're going to get your ass filled over and over tonight! But, I think I'll give the rights to your virgin ass to Mistress Heather." That was when I felt the panties pulled to the side and the cold lube on my ass, as Heather prepared my back door for her big rubber cock. I moaned loudly at her touch, and received another swat on my ass. "What was that, My slut? Did I hear you ask yet?" "Please," I moaned, "Please take my ass, Heather!" Another swat on my ass. "Mistress Heather!" "Please take my ass, Mistress Heather!" "That's a good slut. I love to see My slut behaving and taking cock so eagerly," said Mistress Ali, and she offered me her own cock, still wet with my saliva. I sucked it into my mouth even as I felt the hard rubber tip of Heather's cock at my opening. Whether it was the plug, the lube, or just my own eagerness, I'll never know, but I do know that it didn't take much effort for her to shove that big pink cock into me, and I moaned as I felt it fill my ass. She let it sit for a moment, and then started pulling back out. My ass gripped it like it was made of gold, and I gasped as I felt her pull most of the way out, and then practically screamed as she shoved it back in again, filling my ass once more. I eagerly slurped and sucked on Mistress Ali's cock as Mistress Heather began slowly increasing her pace, fucking my ass full. There I was, in heels, hose and panties, bent over a horse while being spitted by two cocks at once. It was humiliating, degrading, and all I wanted was more. I began fucking back into Mistress Heather while working even harder on Mistress Ali's cock, my face and ass getting fucked at the same time. Mistress Heather began spanking my ass as she fucked me harder, saying, "Take it, you sissy slut!" as I eagerly accepted her. She picked up the pace of our fucking and rammed into me harder and harder, finally screaming out, "Oh shit...I'm cumming!" and kept impaling my now loosened ass on her incredible cock. As she slowly came down from her orgasm, she slumped over me briefly, and I felt her cock move inside my ass as I groaned. "Mmmmm that was so hot, slut!" said Mistress Ali. "I wonder if you can handle another one so soon?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mistress Ali, please fill me with your big black cock!" "See, My slut? I said you would be begging for it - and here you are, begging like the little sissy slut you are!" "Yes, Mistress Ali! I am a sissy slut, needing Your cock!" She was not so gentle. My now used and gaping ass was still ready for her, though, and she slid in even easier than Mistress Heather, and began fucking my ass wildly immediately. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure shooting through my body and arched my back up - and was hit in the face by Mistress Heather's pink cock. I didn't even look up, I just took it in my mouth and began sucking away on it like mad while Mistress Ali had her way with my open and inviting ass. "Damn," whispered Mistress Heather. "He didn't even hesitate." Mistress Ali spanked my ass good and hard. "That's because he knows that a good slut does what I tell him to!" I nodded, my mouth still on Mistress Heather's cock, and I felt that familiar tingle start way back in my balls. I couldn't last much longer before I would cum all over from this, and Mistress Ali knew it. "Mmmmm is My slut going to cum from all this?" I could only moan and nod as I continued to suck on Mistress Heather's pink cock. "All yours if you want it, Sis," said Mistress Ali, "but we're going to have to hurry. This slut isn't going to last much longer." Mistress Heather looked greedily up at her sister. "You know I've always had a thing for cum all over me." "Then you better get over here, quickly!" I moaned loudly as Mistress Heather removed her cock from my mouth, and then felt the lace around my cock begin to pull away, and Mistress Heather's hand wrap around my now aching cock. With no warning, I began to cum, shooting all over her as she aimed my cock, my orgasm taking me far away, and I blacked out for a moment or two. When I once again had control of my consciousness, I saw Mistress Heather, my cum covering her, under me, undoing the clips that had me bound. I couldn't stand without help, and couldn't walk in the heels. They led me to the couch and laid me down gently. "Rest for a while, my slut," said Mistress Ali. "There's more for you tonight." The rest of that night was a blur. I lost track of how many times each woman achieved orgasm, and I had no idea how many I had, either. I know I ended up getting fucked at least twice more from each of them, and I loved every minute of it. Before finally fading off to sleep when it was all over, my wife, my Mistress, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Next time, there will be some video cameras." I'm already looking forward to the next Adventure Night.